#hangman adam page x reader

[daddyhausen]

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「 MASTERLISTS 」 | 「 KINKTOBER MASTERLIST 」

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

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

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

「 WORD COUNT 」 — 1.8k

「 PAIRING 」 — fem!reader x hangman adam page

「 GENRE 」 — smut

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

already beginning to feel the wetness pool in your panties

his name fell from you lips in frantic moans

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

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

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

it was the catalyst of your downfall

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

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

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

his moans sounded desperate, needy. yearning for your touch

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“just relax of me, cowboy”

you response was all he needed

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

dragging across the veins along the underside of his shaft

nose nestling in the trimmed wiry mound of public hair.

“hold on, fuck- wait darlin’”

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

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

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

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

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

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

kicking them off with your shoes in the process.

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

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

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

featherlight touches beginning from your hips leading up towards your spine

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

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

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

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

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

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

flesh on flesh seemed the most intimate

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

his hips gently rutting against your own

the tip of his cock grinding against your clothed cunt

only adding to the wetness in your panties

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“so good for me’”

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

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

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

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

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

the sound of skin against skin filled the air

moans rattling against the thick wooden panels of the barn

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

hot droplets of white leaking down his shaft as he finished

your cunt milking his length with every sweet clench and pulse

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

soon relaxing once the high had subsided

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

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

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

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

adam smiled sweetly at the gesture

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

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[coleskingdom]

Walls

Adam Page x f reader

Genre Smut

For @madhatterbri

Why did I even agree to come on this stupid trip? I thought woefully, Kenny’s level of control of who I saw and where I went was driving me crazy. The fact that he didn’t trust me to make my own decisions, equally annoying was the fact that he put my hotel room next to his. Looking at the clock I knew I had just enough time to get down to the bar for a nightcap and see if anything interesting was going on.

Walking into the hotel bar, I recognized the back of the Cowboys head. I sat beside him, “Hey” I said he looked over at me his green eyes sad and annoyed. “ Hey aren’t you supposed to be in your room?” his voice a bored tone. “ I couldn’t sleep, so I figured I’d grab a drink. What about you?” I asked “ Apparently I’m doing the only thing I’m good at” looking at the glass of whiskey in front of him. He really was devastatingly handsome, his strong profile. “You really should go, one Omega is enough in my life honestly.” Taking a long drink. “I’m not my brother” I said ordering a whiskey neat. The half hearted chuckle, “ I can tell by your drink order, you’re not your brother, well not just by your drink order.” The wink he gave me made me smile. “I’m shit company these days” he said “ Honestly, any company these days is better than the isolation that I’ve been relegated to this trip.” the resentment in my tone shown through. “Well according to Kenny, I’m a drunk that only cares about whiskey and fucking women. Shit, maybe he’s right.” his eyes looking me up and down appraisingly. “ Is that so?” Finishing the last sip of my drink. “Your room or mine darlin?” as he finished his drink “Mine is next to my brothers room.” I said “ So your room ?” He threw cash on the bar . His hand on my lower back as he guided me to the elevator. In the elevator his light touch on my neck down my shoulders set my skin on fire. The elevator dinged as he reached for my hand leading me towards his room.

Once inside his hands went to my face kissing me, it was heartbreakingly tender, his mouth moved on mine, his hands gaining confidence as I wrapped my arms around him. His hands went to my waist pulling off my shirt, walking me backwards until my knees hit the bed. I reached for his shirt, lifting it over his head, my hands running over his chest. “Darlin, if you want to stop, now would be the time?” his voice low , “I want this, I want you.” I said looking into his green eyes.

He laid me on the bed, his body hovering over me his hands exploring my curves, humming appreciatively as he kissed down my body. He undid my bra, the man was in no hurry, as his hands played with my breast massaging and pinching eliciting moans out of me with his movements. “Come on darlin let me hear you, let me know how good it feels.” I ran my fingers through his hair holding him there, as my body craved more of him. His hand reached for the button of my jeans as he slid them off throwing them on the floor .

His palm drifted over my panties, to my core, “You’re already so wet for me. Darlin, we haven’t even begun to have any real fun yet.” he said removing the offending piece of fabric. His lips kissed my hip bones, “Darlin lift your hips for me, I want you as comfortable as possible.” Sliding a pillow around under my hips , he dropped to his knees, in front of me kissing the inside of my legs before positioning my legs over his shoulders. “Adam, you don’t have to?” I said as I raised up on my elbows “ Darlin, I want to, just lay back and let me take care of you.” Just before his mouth was on my pussy. “Adam” I moaned at the first swipe of his tongue over my aching center, he turned his attention to my aching clit , pulling it into his mouth sucking on it, my hands gripping the sheets as my eyes rolled back in my head. Appreciative noises came from him as he licked and sucked my body arching to meet his mouth. He stiffened his tongue inserting it and began fucking me with it. “Adam , oh fuck, oh my I’m close.” he kept working a way, a different feeling came over my body, my release flooded over and through me, a deep moan fell from my lips, as the sensation overwhelmed me. I looked down at him, wiping his mouth smiling up at me, I covered my face with my arm. “ How about another round?” He asked “I don’t know that I can?” I said “ Darlin, I know you’ve got at least two more in you.”

This time his mouth and fingers were working in tandem as, he worked my body over. The sounds my body made for him, left me feeling desperate and needy. “Come on Darlin let me hear you .” I reached for his hair as I anchored him to my body, as the moans fell from me his name falling from my lips as he worked me through the second orgasm.

“ Adam, let me take care of you” as thoughts slowly came back into my head. “Darlin all I want is to be buried deep inside you right now.” as he took off his jeans freeing his hard length. He offered me his hand to help me sit up. “ Darlin as much as I’d like to take this slow, I need you.” he kissed me , “ Get on your knees, and grab the headboard.”he said his voice husky and warm. He joined me on the bed, resting on his heels, “Darlin, you’re so beautiful” as I got into position, I looked back at him as he kissed me again. He entered me in one long thrust, as he swallowed the moan. My body feeling impossibly full , he began to move in long strokes, leaving the just the tip before slamming in back into me. The bed and the headboard were knocking on the wall. Moans fell from my lips as my headed was buried in the mattress. He pulled my hair bringing me back up my back arched as I didn’t recognize my own voice begging him to take me harder and deeper.he obliged as he brought his arm around my waist pulling me closer to him his fingers reaching for my clit, his mouth on my neck sucking and biting me. “Adam, I’m so close.” I whined,” I’ve got you just let go.” his words and a flick of his fingers sent me over the edge, my pussy contracted around him bringing him with me. As the moans and grunts fell from him,he called out my name before his release swept over him. He kissed up and down my back, praising me, my body was so relaxed as I felt him get off the bed. I heard him in the bathroom, he came back with a bottle of water and a warm wash cloth, as he was running it over my body there was a knock at the door.

Adam wrapped a sheet around him, and went to answer it, as I pulled the comforter up over my body, resting against the head board. He opened the door” Adam for fucks sake some of us are trying to sleep. You’ve been going at it all night. “ I heard my brothers irritated voice “ Well, you’re the one who said I was only good at drinking and fucking women, and now Atleast one omega can attest to it.” As he opened the door wider so that Kenny could see me in his bed. “ I’m going to kill you” he seethed, “ Adam come back to bed” I called as he shut the door. “ You couldn’t have told me your room also backed up to my brothers.” I asked “ Darlin what would’ve been the fun in that. “ he winked at me before climbing back into bed.

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[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]

Hangman shower scene 😌

Drip splash water drip splash splash drip water 💦

Splish Splash | Hangman A.P.

Summary: You decide to hit the showers after an AEW show. 18+.

Author's Note: Normally, I delete the ask so I can make it neater, but the sound effects made me laugh. Please don't rag on me for the last line. I didn't know how to finish it. Don't judge me. Lol.

Pure fiction.

"I'm covered in sweat. I'm going to take a quick shower," you announced innocently enough in the hotel suite. The arena hosting the AEW Dynamite/ Rampage was lacking in the air conditioning department. You stayed to support Adam, but it made you feel grimy. Adam hummed in response. He left his suitcase on the ground and sat on the bed to remove his shoes.

Removing the sweaty clothes felt like a dream come true for you. They were piled in a heap on the floor. You walked into the walk-in shower and turned the water on. The warm water felt heavenly against your back. Your fingers rubbed your neck.

Through the glass, you could see your cowboy's bare body. He opened the door and walked into the shower. He stood before you with a loofah in hand.

"Such a good girl. Stayed to support her man," he praised you much to your delight. The wet loofah rubbing against your right side. His lips met yours. He led you so your back was against the tile wall. You shivered at the cold tile and shifted uncomfortably. "Don't worry. It'll be worth it,"

He lathered the loofah in soap from the dispenser on the wall. The thin fabric met your neck. Small bubbles ran down your body. You sighed happily, allowing him to pamper you. The loofah rubbed down to your chest next. His lips met your neck. Soft bites and kisses distract you from the devilish man.

His left hand gripped your inner thigh. You spread your legs, expecting him to wash your thighs. He kissed your lips. His tongue licked your bottom lip. You opened your mouth and allowed his tongue to slip in. The distraction worked because your eyes suddenly widened, feeling a vibration between your legs. You moaned against his lips, and he pulled away. A smirk plastered on his handsome face.

Your dazed mind started to process what took place. A buzzing sound filled the bathroom. There was a vibrator in the loofah. You gasped. "Adam?"

"It's okay, babe. Hold on to me if you need," he assured you. Adam dropped to his knees and lifted your leg over his shoulder. The vibrator hit the right spot making you see stars. His other hand grabbed your waist to keep you still. One of your hands found his shoulder to keep you still. Your other hand pulled his curly locks. He hissed in pain yet continued his torture on you.

Much to your dismay, he dropped the loofah to the floor after warning him that you were close. You whined and let go of him. He placed your leg back down. He kissed his way up your body before reaching your lips. Your lust-filled eyes stared into his.

"I need you," he whispered roughly against your lips. Adam helped you wrap your legs around his waist. You slid down on him painfully slow as he filled you up. One last grunt from him signaled you were seated on him. Your arms wrapped around his neck. Your head lolled to the side as your thrusts met each other.

He praised you making you blush. Adam kissed you with sloppy kisses. Each thrust felt better than the last. The pressure in your stomach coiled tightly. "Don't stop, Adam. I'm so close,"

A few more thrusts and you were done. The coil in your stomach snapped as your orgasm washed over you. Your toes curled as your eyes fluttered. He gripped your hips and pulled you down roughly as his orgasm hit. Adam remained still except for the kisses on your neck and cheek. More praises from him made you feel on cloud 9. He helped you down and placed a soft kiss on your forehead. The two of you trying to catch your breath.

He led you back to the warm water coming from the shower head. Your back rested against his chest. His arms wrapped around you. More of his soft kisses were placed on your neck and shoulder. This main event was the best you ever experienced.

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[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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Barbed Wire Heart

She Needs You (Part One)

Word Count: 1473

Relationship: Reader X Hangman Adam Page

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On October 25, 2023 in Philadelphia, after the team of Matt Jackson, Nick Jackson, and Hangman Page, better known as the Hungbucks won their ROH Six Man championship defense, an event occurred that left you in disbelief.  You were ringside for the match and celebrated in the ring afterward with your two closest friends and fiancé. But the video on the big screen soon changed from the Elite's images and showed Swerve Strickland opening the door into you and Adam's home just twenty minutes away from the Liacouras Center, where Dynamite was being held. You watched as he raided and tore things off of your shelves. Living in a small town outside of Philadelphia was a common thing. However, you couldn't figure out exactly how Swerve managed to know exactly which house was yours. Strickland and Prince Nana took their own tour around your home, kicking their dirty shoes up on your couch, ripping important photos apart, and throwing one of your favorite necklaces, a gift from Hangman somewhere in the grassy backyard.

You and Hangman booked it out of the ring even though it was totally pointless. You had to explain to your fiancé that there was no way you'd make it home in time. You still had your own match to wrestle and Hangman refused to let you out of his sight.

Later on, after a long half hour of your mind running at a million miles a minute, you wrestled in a Philly Street Fight. You requested that all of the Elite remain in their locker room as for the match would obviously get out of hand. It was a draining match, however you were thankful you ended up not losing any blood. While you ended up being successful in winning the match, the big screen once again flickered to Swerve Strickland and Prince Nana. You quickly grabbed a microphone and spoke before they had the chance.

"Whatever you want from me, you're gonna have to get over yourself and drop it." You huffed as you tried to catch your breath, still feeling the impact of the match. "Your problem isn't with me, Swerve. It's with Hangman. Don't bring me into your bullsh..."

"No need for the frustration." Swerve laughed. His enlarged face on the bright screen in front of you.

Nana's smile grew as the camera panned to where they were standing. Directly outside of the Elite's locker room. Standing outside of where you told your best friends to wait. Nana put a few brooms within the handles of the doors, preventing it from being able to open. "You better watch out. As Swerve said before, Hangman's loved ones would be the one to face the consequences of his actions. You just happen to be the one he loves most."

Nana walks out of frame with Swerve and the camera cuts. You toss the microphone out of the ring and start to limp your way to the back in an attempt to help your friends. Then you take a large hit to your back. What feels like hundreds of kicks are dropped upon your already damaged body. For a second they stop and you are able to make out the faces of Brian Cage, Toa Liona and Bishop Kaun.

It was a planned attack.

Even though you couldn't see it, the camera footage came back up on the big screen. You could hear the Hungbucks banging on the door, trying to find a way, anyway out that they could.

Swerve's music hit. As you tried to climb back to your feet, the pain across your body continued to make gravity feel like it was so much stronger. Collapsing at the knees repeatedly. Swerve and Nana finally made it to the ring, staring you down like a cat stalking it's prey. Strickland reaches under the ring and pulls out a black bag. The black bag known infamously to every single wrestler and every single wrestling fan on the planet. As Strickland climbed in the ring he backed his men off. He looked back at the big screen to still see no sign of Hangman or anyone else getting out of the room. Just a bunch of helpless banging on the door.

Swerve brought a microphone up to his mouth, the black bag still in his hand. He used his foot to knock you over again, then pressing your head into the ring mat with the bottom of his shoe. "It's a shame I need to do this to you. Your fiancé wanted to make this personal. Now where is he? He's in the back in a panic. Locked in a room. Watching me push your head into the floor with the bottom of a shoe that I used to walk around the dirty city of Philadelphia." The crowd booed as Swerve insulted their, and your hometown. He then kicked you directly in the head but you somehow managed to get your arms up enough to block most of the shot. "You know, maybe the two of you will have a real nice talk after this. He can't protect you. He can't save you. He doesn't really love you, does he? If he loved you he would be out here by now, wouldn't he?"

You immediately popped up to your feet to defend the cowboy but when you swung at Swerve, Toa Liona knocked you down. Swerve threw the microphone at you before opening the bag and dumping hundreds of thumb tacks onto your back. The coldness of the small pieces of metal gave you goosebumps. You had no energy to move. Being held in place didn't help as Swerve climbed to the top of the ropes. He jumped off and drove his two feet into the tacks that were resting on your back. You screamed and writhed in pain but you were picked up again. This time Swerve had you up straight, pile driving you into the already bloodied collection of tacks. You tried rolling away but the pain in your neck was unbearable. Every time you tried to move, the tacks drove themselves further into your skin.

Swerve grabbed you by your hair, pulling you into a slouched sitting position facing you both towards the hard camera. The final tack falling from your temple, your blood was trickling hastily down your face, leaving a metal taste in your mouth and a burning sensation in your eyes. Prince Nana gave Swerve another microphone. "This is what happens. This is what happens, Hangman!" Swerve yells, still holding your head up. "I warned you, cowboy. And now you can't do anything about what's already been done." He drops you and you limply fall to your side. Your face was turning the mat a dark red as you laid there gasping for air. "Whose house?" Swerve cheekily mumbles, making the crowd scream 'Swerve's house' in reply.

Just as Swerve stood back up straight, he saw the door break open. Hangman broke through all of the broom sticks and was fully sprinting towards the ring. You wiped the blood out of your eyes and managed to roll around a bit, being able to lean on your elbow. The second the Hungbucks made it through the curtain, Swerve and his group bailed from the ring. Hangman ran right passed you to try and get to Swerve, however, he was already gone.

First, Nick tried to help you up, but you pushed him away asking for space. Instead, you pulled yourself to the ropes. You turned to look at Adam but he refused to break eye contact with Strickland. You got yourself up to your knees and then Matt tried to assist you. Again, you pushed him away.

You managed to get up to your feet but you were using the ropes to carry all of your weight. Finally, Matt went over to Hangman and pushed him away from Swerve. "Forget him. She needs you right now."

Hangman turned to look at you. The panic finally overpowered his anger as he rushed to you, wrapping an arm around your back. "Shirt." You manage to say.

"What about it?" Adam asks.

You cough a bit before turning to the side to spit out blood from your mouth. "I don't want to ruin your shirt." You say as you try and keep him from being worried. He told you that he didn't care about the shirt but you forced a smile and replied, "No, but I like that shirt."

Hangman rolled his eyes, knowing you were trying to make sure he wasn't too worried despite the fact you were standing in front of him covered in blood. He pulled his shirt off, revealing his large shoulders and chest and allowed you to rest his weight onto him. He held you up, whispering repeated apologies in your ear.

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(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

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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."

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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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[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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[daddyhausen]

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

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

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「 SUMMARY 」 —  he owned you, body and soul and he intended to prove that to you

「 WARNINGS 」 — 18+ [ MINORS DNI ], dark!adam, cnc, dubcon, roleplay submissive + dominant dynamic, thigh riding, squirting, daddy kink, hair pulling praise, degradation. humiliation, spitting, dirty talk, size kink, dacryphilia, face-fucking, oral sex [ male receiving ] throatpie, spanking, breast, rough sex, vaginal sex, penetrative sex, male + female orgasms, multiple orgasms, internal cumshots, vaginal creampie

「 WORD COUNT 」 — 3.3k

「 PAIRING 」 — fem!reader x hangman adam page

「 GENRE 」 — smut

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to say you were frightened of him was an understatement. adam was a brooding, imposing figure. his height made him tower over you, so domineering. you could not help but feel like an ant next to him. adam’s motives with you have become rather dark these past few months, he’d never let you out of his sight, claiming that he did not want anything bad to happen to you, just being protective as any good husband should. he fuse for patience blew up every time you interacted with another man, even your male relatives were not safe from adam’s almost primal rage.

now, your bodies parted across the room of a cheap, chicago hotel, your knees burned from being pressed into the thin, scratchy carpet. eyes avoiding the unappealing light that bled from the bedside lamp, drenching the room in a drab yellow glow. the curtain’s pulled back, although it provides no privacy seeing as how the material was sheer and worn through, holes chewed into the fabric from ravenous moths over the years.

adam sat across the room, naked. his cock stood tall and proud, idly stroking the lower half of his shaft every so often, never breaking eye contact. given the position difference between the two of you, he was like a king, perched up upon his throne and you were a measly peasant begging for the mercy of your monarch.

he inspected you carefully, his eyes scanning ravenously across your bare frame. how your knees began to redden from kneeling for so long, how your chest rose and fell with shaky, anxious breaths. how you avoided his gaze in all attempts that he’d tried to hold yours. your hands would come up to shield the swell of your breasts from his stare, despite him seeing those perfect, supple mounds many times over.

“crawl to me”, he mentioned this with a simple come-hither motion with his fingers. you remained still, the sound of his voice held so much dominance over you, yet you could not bring yourself to move, knees practically glued to the floor.

“don’t make me repeat myself, doll. you know how i get when you don’t listen”, the pet name sounded ridiculously foreign on his lips now, what was once a loving term of endearment was now a literal metaphor for how he treats you, and a derogatory one at that. you were like a literal doll to him, something that he could cherish and protect in his best moments, yet just as quickly shatter the porcelain of your psyche the next.

you gulped thickly, throat running dry as your palms met the carpet, slowly beginning to crawl in his direction. adam watched you closely, noticing how every so often you’d meet his stare with glossy, teary eyes, only to break your gaze again before repeating the action after a few seconds. almost as if you were seeking approval from him.

now kneeled before him, adam’s cock mere millimetres from your lips. his tip leaking, beads of pre-cum glistening against the flesh, so warm you could feel the heat radiating off his cock. he eyed you ravenously, attempting to convince you to please him without the use of his words, peering from your gaze down to his cock, then back up to your eyes once more. you reciprocated the eye contact, eyelashes batting softly with intrigue as you gazed upon his cock. the mere size of him was enough to make your throat run dry, standing at an impressive seven and a half inches, eight at most. his girth, you estimated, roughly about three in circumference. thick veins littered the underside of his shaft, running from base to tip, bulging against the skin with swells and throbs of arousal. it was an imposing sight to say the least.

adam patience was wearing thin, you could tell by the subtle knot in his brow, the way he would chew the inside of his cheek methodically, as a way to quell the rage that was burning inside him. he leaned forward slightly, his large stature looming over your frigid frame. the tip of his cock prodding against your bottom lip, precum glistening against the petaled bud, looking as if you’d just applied a fresh coat of gloss to them.

“open.”, his demand was stern. “don’t make me force myself in there, darlin’”

his voice was liquid velvet to your senses, sending shivers and pulses of warmth to your loins. adam always knew the effect his voice had on you. he could command and control your movements with a simple phrase. he was the puppeteer that manipulated your strings.

your throat ran dry as you opened for him, feeling the large appendage slap against the flat of your tongue, resting there idly for a moment while adam offered a smug smirk, loving the way spit pooled around the corners of your lips, slicking the tip, trailing down his shaft already and you had not even wrapped your lips around him yet, although the thought was daunting to you, there was absolutely no way he’d be able to fit, especially with how swollen and erect he’d become.

you managed to wrap your lips around the tip of his cock, it was all you could muster in that moment. beginning to bashfully suck him off, a blush creeping upon your cheeks, maintaining eye contact in order to seek his approval. adam’s dominance had died down, or so you hand thought in that moment, his movements were now gentle, a hand delicately massaging the back of your scalp, the sensation soothing your worries for the time being.

“there’s my good girl. so obedient isn’t she?”, the answer was rhetorical. a large palm fell to your cheek, smoothing the skin with the calloused part of his thumb, all the way down to your jawline. he held your face simply gazing into your eyes for a moment, swiping away any spit that dribbled around his tip.

his fingertips daintily traced shapes into your skin, lingering against your flesh in featherlight touches, travelling upward until he settled at the base of your scalp again, repeating the process of massaging, twirling the strands of hair between his fingertips. you hollow your cheeks around his tip, tongue swirling against the slit at pre-cum dripped onto the appendage, savouring the slightly salty liquid on your tastebuds, a subtle moan reverberating around the sensitive flesh, causing a slight shudder in his breathing and a moan to hitch in his throat.

“god…”, he muttered, a slight southern twang to the vowel. “such a perfect little cockslut, aren’t you?”

you couldn't nod to show him your appreciation, or respond to his praise. body feeling stiff and numb under the weight of his words. adam’s hand tightened its grip around your hair, wrapping the locks into a makeshift ponytail of some sort. without warning, the force of his cock felt past your tongue, buried deep down your throat. you gagged at the intrusion scratching at his thighs as the lack of air left your mind paralysed for a moment

“did you really think i was gonna go easy on you, doll?”, he smirked with a maniacal chuckle. your eyes rolled into the back of your skull, mind seemingly fading from lack of oxygen until he pulled his cock back ever the slightest, allowing for the minuscule amount of breathing room.

“hey!”, he slapped your cheek hard to rile you out of your fading state. “wake the fuck up!”

your eyelids shot open, body jolted awake by the slap.

“you fucking look at me when i’m talking to you.”, he slapped you again, harder this time, your cheek beginning to burn and ache from his touch. he pulled his cock out of your mouth momentarily, holding your jaw open and spitting onto your tongue, acting as a sort of lubricant for his cock as he forcibly shoved himself back down your throat, beginning his rapid assault.

adam gripped your skull with both hands, forcing your head down as he abused your throat. tears welled in your eyes from how rough he was being, how your throat was already fucked raw despite him only just beginning. spit pooling against your thighs, only adding to the pleasure that ripped through you. adam was in heaven, the way your throat constricted and pulsed around his shaft was nothing short of magical. your eyes were squeezed shut, simply revelling in the force of his cock. adam gave a rough tug at your scalp, knuckles burning white with the sheer grip he held.

“look. at. me.”, that southern drawl growing more stern on his tongue with each fleeting word, leaving you flinching and shying away into his thighs as each piercing syllable left his lips. your eyelids fluttered open cautiously, not wanting to seem too eager. slowly, your teary eyes traced up the length of his abdomen, across rippling muscles and tufts of blond nestled at his mound and atop his burly chest. across pink, parted lips breathing out sullen, faux praise with an insult or two, accompanied by laboured pants and subtle curses. finally, your eyes met his, settling on those cornflower blues that had become so foreign to you in these last few months.

no longer did they hold the warm, charismatic charm adam was known for, nor did they hold any real adoration for you. they seemed blank, void of emotion, as if the colour itself was fading from that deep almost crystal-like blue to a sunken steely grey. still, you held his gaze. hoping, praying for just even a sliver of mercy from him.

“you're nothing.”, his voice blunt and straight to the point. “you’re only a hole for me to fuck.”

even under the guise of play, his words still stung, feeling like thorns slowly being pressed into the ventricles of your heart, wrapping around your veins, constricting the air in your throat. as much as you wanted to break his gaze, wipe the tears that spilled down your cheeks, mingling with the spit on your thighs, you remained stoic, letting him use and abuse your throat until he saw fit.

silence flooded adam’s throat, aside from the occasional soft grunt or groan here and there. he spoke in soft curses and profanities, none of which addressed to you in the slightest, ignoring the fact that his cock was still buried in the back of your throat, how you still continued to please him despite the verbal beratement you endured from him.

“fucking take all of it.”, adam grumbled through clenched teeth, both hands holding your head steady as he continued to abuse the back of your thr0at, surely to leave bruising one he was finished. your lips wrapped around his shaft, buried to the hilt as he used your mouth as a makeshift fleshlight, ignoring your quiet gurgles and choked sputters around him. your eyes red and burning, salty with hot tears, spit creating pools on your thighs and the carpet below. yet he offered you no peace, and without warning emptied himself down your throat.

he held your head down, forcing you to take every last drop of him. your nails clawing at his thighs, dragging against the skin in frantic strokes, desperate for air as lines and rivers of red painted his flesh. he adored the sight, you so helpless beneath him, literally choking on his seed, gasping around his cock. your movements began to slow as they did previously, this time adam was quick to act, pulling his cock from your throat as you gasped and coughed finally able to get fresh air into your lungs. what little of his seed you had not forcibly swallowed already dripped down your chin, glazing the tops of your knuckles as your hands fell to your throat, as if grasping the external flesh would provide soothing relief to your oesophagus.

with reddened eyes you shot him a glare that could kill, still trying to regain your breath after almost asphyxiating on his cock. he paid you no mind, simply beckoning you to stand with a simple curl of his finger. you obeyed. once again the puppeteer strikes. you stood up, being led by his forcible grip on your forearm, dragging you close to him until your dripping cunt was positioned parallel to his thigh. the flesh thick, reminiscent of a fallen tree log.

adam’s hand rested upon your shoulder, the sensation made you flinch slightly as it was far gentler than he’d previously been, or that you were used to. your scalp ached, throat beaten and raw, despite not uttering any words you felt it hurt to speak. adam cupped your cheek daintily with his free hand, smoothing over the supple skin of your cheek. the flesh puffy and swollen, induced by your cries. adam’s fingers traced delicate shapes across your skin, thumb faintly ghosting across your bottom lip, holding its position, parting them slightly. he held his gaze for a moment, as if he were inspecting you. he took time to gaze upon your features, how the whites of your eyes were glazed over, littered with popped blood vessels only reddening their appearance. cheeks stained red with salty tears, the tip of your nose matching that sentiment, as if you’d been standing outside in the blistering cold for hours. your lips puffy, their pinkish hue more vibrant, matching that of a highlighter pink rather than a rose.

adam offered you a gentle smile, far softer than any previous emotion that he displayed, although this smile did not reach his eyes, those blues still void of any semblance of human emotion. he was far too stoic, too calm for your liking. his hand flew across your cheek, suddenly, harshly, like a strong gust of wind almost knocking you out of his lap. a sensation that left your already reddening cheek burning, stinging with a mixture of pain and desire. his smile faded, resumed was the scowl that he previously donned, a hand still firmly placed upon your shoulder.

“sit.”, he demanded, his voice still holding a domineering grasp over you as he pushed you down onto his exposed thigh. the second your cunt made contact with his skin, you knew it was game over on your part, succumbing to the sensation as he subtly began to bounce his leg up and down. your hips automatically gyrating to match his movements.

“pathetic.”, he mocked, smoothing down his beard, the wiry strands of dirty blond having grown out since you saw him last, maybe a week or two ago. “can’t even wait to get off on my cock”.

your whimpers fell from your lips in small breathless pants, wanting to so desperately thank him for the pleasure you were receiving. your hips gliding back and forth against his thigh, leaving a trail of slickness glistening upon his skin.

“i bet it feels real good doesn't it? that pathetic little cunt all overstimulated for me?”, adam cocked his head to the side mockingly, a sly smirk evident across his lips, his canines making themselves apparent against the pinkish hue of his lips. you nodded, a small hum of pleasure falling from your tongue, a futile response it was. his large palm cupping your breast for a moment, kneading the pillowly flesh as it bounced in his palms with the jolts and gyrations of your hips. not long before a sudden thwack sound rang through your ears, his fingertips coming into contact with the top of your breast, a mere hare’s breath away from your nipple, you gasped at the sudden contact, squirming and writhing on his thigh as his fingerprints became evident in your skin, outlined in slowly-forming reddening splotches.

“and who makes you feel that way, hmm?”, his voice was substantially softer, yet the mocking tone still held its favour, still taunting you with such sarcastic cadence. your vocal chords seemingly fried, throat still burned raw, each letter, every vowel, consonant and syllable felt as if you’d swallowed broken glass than haphazardly tossed and processed through a meat grinder.

“answer me, darlin’”, he held your chin, forcing you to continue to hold his gaze. your hips grew tired, pulse between your thighs beginning to rise as your cunt throbbed against his skin.

“y-you, daddy…”, you managed to croak out. voice hoarse with a dry and gritty tone. swallowing had become almost unbearable as did talking. the less of it you could do the better.

“good girl.”, adam’s voice held a sweet yet sombre tone. the facade of dominance had almost faltered from his voice and body, if not for the death grip he held on your waist. your juices dripping from beneath your thighs, as your tummy burst and swirled with arousal. adam with his quick thinking, lifted your hips up, watching your sweetness pool in a puddle of slickness on his skin, so glossy against his tanned flesh.

“such a messy little thing, lets see how much of a mess you make on my cock”, adam propped you onto his lap. your hips now barely straddling his, leaving some room for his cock to tease your dripping, entrance. his tip nestled against your folds, gathering your slickness, lubing up the thick appendage.

“daddy please no more…”, you begged half-heartedly, mind still in a daze from your orgasm, still trying to comprehend it in fact. yet your body still yearned for him, your cunt throbbed and pulsed for the feeling of his cock buried deep inside you, penetrating and filling your womb with his seed.

“no more?”, adam’s brows furrowed with a faux, mocking confusion, slipping the tip of his cock into your aching void, feeling you stretch around his girth. your body squirming against his substantially larger one, trying to adjust to the size of his cock.

“darlin’”, he spoke with a disgusting sweetness, smoothing stray strands of hair that clung to your forehead with perspiration. “i’ve barely started with you. i’m gonna fuck you until your womb is full and pathetic pussy is dripping with my cum”.

he made no effort in easing you in, simply pushing you down onto his cock like he had previously done with you on his thigh. fingers digging into your hips until purple and red marks were left in their wake. his cock practically splitting you open, stretching your tight walls until you were left crying and begging for him to show mercy. still he remained absent, mentally. he would not look you in the eye aside for times to chastise and mock you. instead those cornflower blues would fall upon your breasts, hungrily eyeing the mounds of flesh as they bounced and jiggled with each violent slam of his hips.

it made you feel used, like an object only desired for his sexual gratification. it was demeaning, humiliating. it made you feel like a common whore, rather than the woman in the arms of her lover.

adam’s cock throbbed deep inside of you, still oversensitive from his first orgasm of the night. he continued in silence, the air filled with the occasional grunt or scream of pleasure on your part. feeling your walls constrict around his length, orgasm crashing around his cock as you begged for him to cease. yet he did not, fucking you deep through your orgasm until it was his turn for release. white hot ropes of his lust filled your void to the brim, seeping from your walls as he pulled your hips up, watching dribbles of white drip down your thighs, as your cunt pulsed thickly around air.

he placed you on the ground with a thud, not hard enough to be considered a throw, but hard enough to have an audible hiss leave your lips. he stood over the top of you, seemingly admiring the mess he made of you, cunt leaking with his cum, breasts red and bruised from his slaps, mascara running freely down your tear stained cheeks.

“look at you, you’re a mess. get yourself cleaned up and then come to bed”

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[coleskingdom]

La petite mort

Adam Page x f reader

Warnings Smut Minors DNI

A request for @midwestmade29

Pure fiction

It was the end of the night, Adam and I were outside in the hotel courtyard around the fire pit. “Why are you all the way over there? Come sit next to me.” Nodding to the seat beside him. I picked up the bottle, i was drinking from, and sat beside him. This wasn’t the first night that it ended up being just the two of us together, but it was comfortable, he pulled out his phone putting on the playlist you both loved.

Staring at the fire, “Darlin, why haven’t we ever?” He asked “Ever what?” I asked sipping from the bottle. “ Your gonna make me say it?” He said. “ Yes because with you right now, it could be anything from food, to bourbon, to sex, your mood is all over the place these days“ I said a little too casually . “ Well it is one of those things” he chuckled, “ You like to think you’re more complicated than you are.” he said.

“ Adam , you’ve spent the last six months afraid to take what’s yours, the belt, your spot in the main event, me.”I said putting my bottle down and straddling his lap. “ So what’s it going to be? Are you going to start taking what you want or am I going to get off your lap and go to my room alone?” My hands running through his hair, resting on the back of his neck. Adam rests his hands on my hips pulling me down on to his lap his hard length pressing into my core. A wave of desire runs through me, my breath caught in anticipation of his next move.

He kisses me softly, testing to see if I’m going to let him have control, I relent as his he angles my head and deepens the kiss. One hand firmly on my hip keeping me on his lap, the other in my hair bringing me closer to him. He tastes like bourbon, and smells like soap and wood campfire. He’s intoxicating to the senses. “ Adam” I whisper as he moves from my mouth to my jaw his mustache tickling my cheek, “mmmhmm” pulling my body tighter against him as he kissed down my neck, teeth grazing, then smoothing with his tongue. I moaned so he stayed right there, until my hips moved involuntarily, and he groaned, he kissed his way back to my mouth. The raw roughness of this kiss, the possessiveness of the way he held me to him, the fact that I was on the brink from just kissing him.

“ Adam, we’ve got to get into one of our rooms” i whispered, “I know but this feels so good, it’s just us, no one is out here.” Returning to that spot on my neck that we both seemed to like , my nipples stiffened as his body moved with his kisses my hips starting to move. My hands running up and down his muscular back, “Adam please” my plea making him laugh, “Please what?” He said “ You know you’re gonna make me say it ?" i pleaded “ Darlin with you and the mood your in right now, you could just want me to make you come by dry humping out here like two teenagers, you could let me take you back to my room and I could take what you already said was mine, or you can take me back to your room and take what you want.” My body responded to his words as a shiver went down my spine, “ Adam your room.” I said biting my lip,” Good, come on before we end up at the first option.” Tapping my thigh and I reluctantly got off of his lap missing his warmth instantly.

He pulled me into his side walking step in step as we made our way back inside, in the elevator he stood behind me, pressing my back into his chest reminding me how much he wanted this as well, leaving no time for doubt to creep in. His room was across the hall from the elevator and once we were inside his lips were back on mine. “ His hands at the hem of my shirt, I silently prayed that I had on a matching set of underwear, as my hands were shoving the jacket off his shoulders. He sucked in a breath as he saw the delicate lace bra, I reached for the hem of his gray tshirt he helped me get it off, my hands ran up his chest. Equally undressed he kissed me again, walking me back to the edge of the bed where he laid me down gently. His hands skimmed the waist band of my pants as he skid them down my hips and legs removing my shoes everything in la discarded pile. I rested on my on my elbows watching him taking off his jeans and his belt buckle, his eyes never leaving mine. His black boxers stayed on but I could see. The out line of his hard cock.

He joined me on the bed, kissing me as he draped his body over mine, his hands reaching behind to unclasp my bra, “ Thank god for an easy one” he laughed as he removed the straps down my arms , “ so fucking perfect" as his lips kissed one breast as the other hand teased, the other, his lips captured my nipple, as his thumb pinched and rolled the other, I moaned, his lips releasing as his teeth grazed gently, taking his time he gave the other breast same torturous treatment, my hips lifting trying to get some friction as my core throbbed .

“Patience Darlin, you picked my room, so I’m going to take my time taking what I want.” His nose nuzzling between in the valley between my breast my core clenching at his words. His hands skimming , your stomach as his mouth followed his touch, his hands went further down tracing the outside of my panties, his fingers moving them slightly to the side his fingers began to explore as his kisses moved back up , “ So wet, but I’m going to need you ready for me” his fingers grazed my clit, over my underwear, giving me a little taste of friction. I moaned,under his touch, “ so responsive, does it feel good, darlin getting close to what you want.”he said . “ Fuck Me please”I pleaded his hand pulling the panties all the way to the side as he inserted two fingers and his thumb on my clit. I moaned as his lips captured mine, his mouth and fingers working in tandem, it was overwhelming and perfect at the same time. I felt my pussy clinch around his fingers and my legs began to shake, he broke the kiss, watching my face , “say it say my name, say my name as you come all over my fingers, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, don’t fight it, I’m right here, darlin come for me show me how good I am, show me how good I am for you.” Those last words took me over the edge as he kissed me his fingers and thumb never stoping their motions as my release coated his fingers. He withdrew his fingers and he brought them to his lips , tasting me on them, “ just as sweet as I knew you’d be”. He removed my panties discarding them to the floor.

“Adam please, I want you, please I need you.” with that he removed his boxers I his body back over mine I spread my hips so he can settle in between them, the top of his cock teasing my entrance. His hand comes up and caresses my face holding my chin, “I’ve got you” as he pushes into me inch by inch, “ I’ve got you darlin” his thumb moving lightly over my cheek, until he’s fully seated. He pauses and winces slightly and I nod, I hook my heels around his hips and bring him in that final extra little bit. “Darlin, you’re gonna break me, before I even begin.” his voice a rasp fighting for control .

He begins to move in long fluid strokes, my hands running up his back. “ Lift your head darlin” taking the pillow from under my head, “lift your hips for me” I follow his words, he slid the pillow under my hips angling it so he could go even deeper, when he began to move again his pelvic bone hit my clit, I gasped, at the unexpected sensation, he set a new rhythm, that as he watched my face As the pleasure took over and the pressure started to build low in my abdomen a deeper fuller feeling, “ Adam” as he hit that spot deep inside me, my walls bringing him in deeper clenching and holding him there,, the room was filled with out moans and sighs, and the sounds of our bodies together.

“ Adam I’m close” knowing that this fills different than the first, “ Let go for me, let it all go" his pelvic bone grinding providing the extra pressure, as I came hard, my breath caught as my release washed over us both. Adam pumped a few more times as he came, calling my name. He collapsed on top of me shifting his weight as I melted into the mattress.

“Darlin, you were amazing.” I nuzzled into his neck not ready to look at him, “ That’s never happened before, I nearly lost consciousness for a moment“ I said slightly embarrassed. “I know, the French call it La petite mort, it means the little death. I saw it on your face and I felt it wash over your body. It was the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen or experienced. How did it feel? “he asked. “It felt like I was floating my mind cleared, it was blank and it was indescribable.” I said. “That’s what they say it feels like that it’s a space between here and the next realm, that it’s spiritual pure euphoria.”

Kissing my shoulder. He withdrew himself from me, and I missed him immediately. He went to the bathroom and brought a glass of water and a warm wash cloth running it lovingly over my body. He settled us both under the covers, his arms wrapped around me pulling me close into him I fell into a deep sleep.

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[bullet-clubs-bitch]

Texas Death Match

Requested by Anon Hangman Adam Page X Fem Reader

After a year of secretly seeing each other Y/n admits she's been sleeping with The Cowboy. The thing is she is the leader of the BCC and it was when she made out with Hangman during his Texas Death Match with Mox that she realized she was in love with him.

(This was requested was to supposed to be formated as a instagram post. Gif is the pic, the text is the caption. I hope that makes sense)

Main Masterlist

Would you think I’m a sick person if I said that it was during this match that I fell in love with The Cowboy? I’m not sure when or how it happened but it was when I stood ringside witnessing this beautiful bloody braw that I realized it. Who would think weeks of mind games and a bloody brawl would cause two people to fall in love with each other? I have spent the majority of my career using mind games to get in people’s heads. Think about how many times I have made out with people in the middle of the ring as a distraction so the BCC could get the upper hand. So why was it so different when I did it to Hangman? Maybe it was because he used my own tricks against me and got in my head. Maybe it was the fact that we hated each other so much that we actually loved each other. I will never forget this match for many different reasons. Not only is it one of my personal favourite matches but I also made a promise to myself that I would get my shit together and get sober. Even though I’d eventually break my promise (again) this time I had someone there to pick me up and put me back together again. I know many figured it out already that me and the cowboy have secretly been seeing each other but how do you expect two people to do what we did and not catch feelings? Think about it, I attacked him with barbed wire and then violently made out with him on a live PPV! Anyways happy anniversary to this beautiful bloody brawl and a year of us getting away with a scandalous relationship. 

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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.

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[midwestmade29]

Short and Sweet…Again 🙃

Another short Hangman story 🤷🏻‍♀️ Let me get outta my feels and get back to writing my requested story 😂🫣

Word count: 658 Divider by: @saradika-graphics GIF credit: @cowboyshit

Disclaimers: None 🙂

A simple yet intimate task brings the smile back to your cowboy’s face…

“Hey,” you whispered from the doorway of the bathroom. Adam was standing at the sink with his hands on the counter and his head hung low. “Hey,” he murmured as he met your eyes in the mirror. You walked over to him and hugged him from behind making his body melt against yours. “Wanna talk about it?” you offered, but Adam only shook his head no. It had almost been a week since he lost his title match at Revolution, the psychical aches had gotten better, but the mental ones still remained. It pained you seeing him like this, and knowing there wasn’t much you could do for him didn’t help either. You could only be patient and be there for him whenever he was ready to talk.

He opened the medicine cabinet and pulled out his razor and shaving cream, placing them both on the counter so he could wet his face. He dabbed away the excess water while you walked around and stood in front of him, offering your assistance, “Here, let me help. Tell me where you want the shaving cream,” Adam didn’t protest because this simple, yet intimate act was something both of you enjoyed. You loved pampering him by taking over this step in his routine, being a whisper away from him and taking your time to make sure you don’t nick him. He loved watching you concentrate and being so gentle, which was something not a lot of people were with him. He’d be the first to tell you and anyone else that asks that you give him a closer and better shave than he does! 

The white foam expanded in your hands as you rubbed them together and scooted onto the counter so you could sit. “Okay cowboy, where do you want it?” you asked while wiggling your fingers in the air. Adam pointed to his neck and his cheeks, and you began applying the shaving cream to the desired areas. “I’ll trim the rest with the electric razor in a day or two. I need to let it catch up with my mustache,” he mentioned with a hint of a smile. You smiled back and nodded your head while wiping the excess shaving cream on a towel before picking up the razor. You started running it over his skin, focusing on the amount of pressure you were applying and making sure to get every last bit of stubble. Every so often when you would rinse the razor off in the sink, you snuck in an adoring glance at the handsome man in front of you, reveling in the way he would look back at you just the same. 

Adam appeared to be more relaxed than when you first walked into the bathroom, his smiles finally started to reach his eyes. With one last swipe of the razor on his cheek, you finished up and rinsed it off one last time. You ran your fingers over the areas you had shaved to check for any missed spots, but it was all smooth. “All done, handsome,” you said sweetly. Before you could wipe his face off, Adam leaned forward and kissed you, making you chuckle. Your cheeks and chin had remnants of shaving cream on them, and your laughter intertwined together filling the bathroom the more he kissed you! “There’s that smile I love so much,” you pointed out, which only made him smile more. Adam wrapped his arms around you and held you tightly and it felt like all tension had left his body. “Thank you,” he whispered into your hair. “For what?” you asked. “For helping me shave, and for allowing me to feel what I needed to these last few days. I know I’m not always easy to deal with when I get in my moods, but it means so much to me that you’ve stayed by my side through everything.” 

“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else, Adam.” 

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[aalyssah]

Drunk Arugments

Pairing: Adam Page x Wife!Reader

Warnings: Angst/Fluff

Word Count: 2,168

Summary: Adam drinks too much and it causes arguments and hurtful things to be said.

A/N: I was originally gonna do this for Dean/Jon Moxley, but I don't feel like he would drink beer like Adam does. Hope You Enjoy!

You paced around back and forth from the living room to the kitchen. You haven't heard from your husband, Adam since this morning. He was telling you how he was gonna have a promo with Jon and all the work stuff and said he would call you back. Well, news flash! He didn't call you back.

His friends from Dark Order were supposed to be taking him home, but no one's car has yet been pulled in the driveway. You tried texting John, Alex, and Evil Uno, but they haven't responded. You bit your nails looking out the window, until a phone call made you rush to the living room. It was, Alex. You picked it up fast, answering.

"Hey Alex, where is Adam?" You could hear music in the background, yelling, and singing. "Yeah, Y/n? Could you come get Adam?" You got up, going to put a jacket on and grab your car keys. "Where are y'all?"

Alex sighed knowing you would be mad. "The bar." You rolled your eyes, huffing. Of course, he was at the bar, after you told him specifically, not to go, until after his match. It does nothing, but work him up even more. "Alright, thanks Alex. I'm coming." Was all you said, before starting the car and driving off.

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As you pulled up, lights were blaring, music was loud, it was so loud that you could hear it down the street. Sighing, you unbuckle your seatbelt and make your way inside. You saw many people dancing and singing everywhere, the only one that caught your eye was Adam.

He had at least 6 cups of drinks empty around him. The boy kept telling him to stop and tried prying the drink out his hand. You walked over and tapped Adam's shoulder. "Adam Page, you put that drink down right now!" The Dark Order members sighed in relief seeing you here to stop him.

Adam turned around, furrowing his eyebrows. "Who the fuck are you?" You were taken back by his tone. He never cursed like this before. "Come on Adam, I'm gonna take you home." He didn't protest, but came with you anyway. You said your goodbyes to the members before driving off him. Adam didn't say anything, but talked about how he needed more drinks, to which you ignored.

You pulled in the driveway of your house and opened his door to help him out, but he pushed your hand away. "Get off me." You ignored his demand, still trying to grab his arm. He pushed you back, making you stumble. "Get the fuck off me." He walked in the house, leaving you shocked.

There was no way in hell, you were gonna let him talk to you like that.

Angrily, you walked in, following after him. "Adam, watch who you're talking to." He scoffed, grabbing another beer from the fridge. "Oh, no you don't!" You grabbed the drink out his hand, setting it on the counter. "Give it back!" You shielded the drink by shaking your head. "Adam, you've had enough!" Adam chuckled, shaking his head. "What are you, my Mom? Just give me the damn drink, Y/n."

You once again denied his request. "I'm your wife, Adam and I'm supposed to look after you." You watched as he took his shoes and shirt off. "You're always nagging at me all the time, just give me what I want." You took a deep breath, trying to control your anger.

"Adam, I don't want to argue with you. Please, let's just get ready for bed." He looked at you like you were crazy. "No, I'm tired of you not letting me drink! You're not the one who has to fight that son of a bitch, Jon!" The sudden yelling made you jump. "Adam you need to be patient-" Adam cut you off, slamming his fist down.

"I don't need you! I don't need you to tell me what to do. I know what I'm doing." Your body stopped as you heard what he said. 'I don't need you!' You wanted nothing more than to slap him and tell him to fuck off, but this was your husband. You love him even though he's claiming he doesn't need you.

"Well, if you don't need me, what will happen if I leave? Who will put up with your shit like I do?!" You said, finally letting out your anger. Adam thought about it for a moment before saying a stupid response. "It doesn't matter if you're here or not because I can find someone way better. Someone who won't nag me constantly and someone way hotter."

The tears threatened to fall as he said all the harsh words. "Maybe I can go back to that girl, Addison. I know she won't nag me and she'll let me drink as much as I want." He sang. The tears dropped as he compared you to his ex. "You're a real asshole, Adam! Call me when you see you need me!" You snatched the car keys and left, not caring about your clothes or anything.

Adam didn't think to care about anything, but drinking. He sat happily on the couch watching movies and drinking his beers.

You, on the other hand, drove to your sister's house, who offered to let you stay as long as you wanted.

Let's see how long Adam can last.

~

The morning Adam woke up, he had a huge headache. He looked around the room and noticed you gone. He looked at the nightstand and saw no pills or a glass of water. Something wasn't right. You weren't here and he doesn't remember you saying anything about work.

He got up and made his way to the kitchen. "Y/n?" It was as empty as his bed this morning. He noticed all your stuff was here except the car. As he walked in the living room, he saw empty bottles of beer on the coffee table. It was like a ton of bricks hit his head as he remembered what happened the night before. All the things he said, everything he did, and when you let came to his mind.

He felt bad, but at the same time he could drink. No, drinking is what got him in the situation. Getting ready, he walked outside to see the car gone. He called Alex to come pick him up and asked him for advice. "Hey man, what's up? Are you feeling better?" Adam sighed, rubbing a hand through his hair. "Man, I fucked up bad." Alex took notice of how nervous and confused Adam sounded. "What happened?"

Adam told Alex what happened and what he said the previous night. "You're an idiot, Man. You're lucky she's giving you another chance. If I said that to my wife, I would be divorced!" Adam didn't want to think about you and him getting a divorce. "Don't say that please. Just driving Alex did what was told and drove him to the arena.

Tonight Adam had a match against some random jobber on Dark and all that was on his mind was, You. He couldn't get you out of his mind. Everyone could tell, he was out of it. He would zone out when someone is talking to him, he would check his phone every 5 minutes, and his knee would bounce up and down. He was worried about his relationship.

"Adam! You're up!" Adam's thoughts were interrupted when a Staff Member called him. He slowly walked out, not high, giving any fans nor smiling. He was upset and he wasn't gonna pretend that everything was okay. Especially when it was about you. He did his match slowly as he botched his moves. He was slow and always in though.

His mind was somewhere else. Taz and Excalibur would point that out, even fans started recording and posting it to twitter on how stuck he was.

You watched from your sister's house as you saw him. He's never acted like this even when y'all had arguments, but you would never leave. You meant so much to him that if you left him, you would ruin his career and part of you felt bad, but when you think back to his words, there is no way he didn't mean it.

~

Adam came home to a dark, cold, empty house. Sighing, he looked around. The house was a mess. Beer bottles everywhere in the living room, kitchen sinking full of dishes, and clothes all on the floor in your shared bedroom. The whole house was dirty. Adam put his bag down and began cleaning. In the end, the only thing he could clean was the beer bottles and wash the dishes.

Embarrassingly, he didn't know how to work the washing machine or he didn't know what products to clean the bathroom with, so he left it there. It was now dinner time and it was a hassle, trying to find what to eat. There were many options, but you were the one to cook 'em and he never paid attention because of the beer. He just grabbed a beer and drank it before falling asleep. He can't live like this anymore. He needed you.

2 Weeks Later

The following days came again. He did everything the same except, he didn't have a match, so that gave him time to plan. He secretly got help. He talked to a therapist and told her about his drinking problems and how it's gonna make him lose his family. His goal was to finish the therapy, but he took an extra week.

He wanted to change and get right for you and after many thoughts, he decided he was ready. He called you and asked you to come home, to which you agreed. It was kind of awkward to hear him sound so calm after almost a month of not talking.

When you came home, you were met with a clean looking Adam. "Hey, please come in." He took your jacket off and keys, put it in the bowl before returning back to you. You saw the dining table set, with a candle set in the middle and food on a plate. You took a moment to look around the house and saw it was clean.

Adam pulled the chair out for you and sat in his. You two began digging in your food and sipping on your drink. "So, how have you been?" Adam asked, making eye contact with you. "It's been, okay. I just babysat my sister's kids, so that was fun." You shrugged your shoulders, knowing it wasn't anything special.

Adam, put his fork down, making a clatter noise known. "Look, Y/n. I don't wanna beat around the bush, at the things I said that night. I know I was wrong and the truth is, that I do need you. I need you to look after me and tell me to stop drinking, I need you to be here to clean the house and make sure we are living from your delicious food, I need you to love and care for me everyday, I just need you to be my wife and I'm really sorry for the things I said. If I could go back in time and stop myself from saying what I did, I would go in a heartbeat." Adam took a breath, finishing his speech.

You opened your mouth to say something, but Adam held his hand up. "Wait, I'm not done. I just-" You didn't listen to him, still talking. "Adam. That's all I wanted to hear you say. I wanted you to tell me you need me." You got up and hugged him, taking in the scent you haven't smelled for almost a month.

Adam held you tightly, fearing that you'll leave him again. "I'm sorry." His voice cracked as he apologized. He never wanted to make you feel like you weren't enough, he wanted to do the opposite actually, but after that night, he lost it.

"And I'm sorry about the whole ex-girlfriend reference. She's nothing compared to you." You then pulled back and noticed the tears coming out of his eyes. "Hey, it's alright, I forgive you. It was the past." You wiped his tears and for the first time in a month, you kissed him. The kiss was full of lots of emotions following up the argument.

You rested your foreheads against each other and looked in both of his eyes. "I talked to a therapist and she told me to slow down on my drinking, so I'm limiting myself for every week I can only have 2."

You were surprised that he actually did it, but you believe him. "I love you." You kissed his lips once more. "I love you too. Now let's go sit down and finish this dinner so we can cuddle and watch a movie!"

Adam couldn't be happier and all he knew is there would be no more drunk arguments.

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