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pvnkfaerie · 2 years

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In Another Life

Lmao because i am the human i am, YES YES I HAD SONG HELP and like… you’ll see, it’s really just the one or two lines but

Uhhhhh I guess this is only really angst if u read my last part ‘All The Right Moves’ bc then you understand theeeeeeeeee uh… significance of the title and like… who’s line is who saying what YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN you don’t but you’ll see. I recommend reading or rereading the first part before this bc then you’ll have ‘WAIT’ moments but like. Don’t worry about it either. Standalone but like. Not really a standalone. But it can be. But it won’t have as much meaning. So. (but also if u reread it like.. Lemme know if u caught the foreshadowing in the spicy scene)

This doesn’t answer any questions about our dear Main Character but we’ll get there I PROMISE eventually maybe I dunno, I have her story in my head but it’s not in here LMAO

This one is shorter than the first and I don’t really know why because TO ME AT LEAST might just be me, it feels a tad more detailed??? I dunno who knows.

Warnings; S M U T ahead, if you do not like it/are under 18, please do not read like honestly there’s like… A little bit of reading without it so. Yeah. That’s it this time guys!!

Adam Page/Fem!Nameless Reader

Spoilers (don’t read if you don’t want ‘em) it’s like. This is basically a retelling of sorts (????) so. Yep.

LAST BUT CERTAINLY NOT LEAST, gotta tag @penelopeford

Anyways ily babies. Pls have tissues ready

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We keep all our promises, be us against the world.

It had been over a year since he promised peace if he fought one more war, one more war fought for reasons he would never know, treaties he would never get a say in. One more war and he could live happily with his perfect wife in their house far away from any kingdom that dare call upon him again.

As long as he had her, his very heart and soul, he would never again need anything promised to him by those cursed by the gods.

It had been over a year since he’d seen her, held her in his arms, basked in her warmth. And yet, as he crossed over their little hilltop, it seemed like only yesterday that he was just a simple stable boy stumbling over his words at the pretty, oh so pretty, baker girl he had just crashed into.

His breath caught in his chest as he watched her, busying herself with hanging the laundry. He quickly shushed down the grumbling of his horse, equally as ready to be home, allowing himself another moment to just watch before she noticed him.

She was still as beautiful as the day he left her.

An almost goofy smile graced his features at her small twirl, no doubt humming to herself as she danced around their little yard. He could sneak behind her, catch her in the act. Take her in his arms and find home against her lips. Find grace as he whispered sweet nothings, her voice calming his every thought.

An almost mocking whinny pulled him from his thoughts, his eyes narrowing as he glared down at the cursed beast. They only softened meeting with hers that now filled with tears.

“Adam?” It was a ghost of a whisper before she broke out into a run, no care for the laundry left behind and the dirt that now coated her feet.

“Damned horse,” he muttered as he dismounted, leaving his comrade to finally relax. She had leapt into his arms before he could even see her, arms acting on their own as he caught her before he fell to the ground. Her kisses grew salty, an inability to hold back her relief that he came back to her. He actually came back to her.

“Don’t ever leave me again,” his heart broke at the pain in her voice, his grip only tightening around her, his unspoken promise to her. “My heart can’t take it.” He knew. Knew how painful it was for her alone in their little house, wondering when he would come home. If he would ever come back to her.

“Angel,” it was a mumble against her now slowing lips, palms now pressed against her tear stained cheeks as he did his best to stop them from falling. “My angel. Never, I will never leave you again,” He couldn’t help the chuckle that left him as fresh tears filled her eyes. A smile lit up their features as he pushed her suddenly beneath him, her laughter lighting up his nerves at the near obnoxious kisses against her. “Y’know I’m powerless when it comes to you.”

“Don’t say that,” it came out as a breathy sigh as he rested his forehead against hers, simply breathing her in. “I’ll let it get to my head, I swear it.” He hummed in mock agreement, needy lips once again meeting hers.

“Then so be it, my love,” he swore he fell more in love as the colors of the sunset painted her skin, eyes watching him carefully, almost waiting for him to vanish. “So be it.”

In another life, I would make you stay.

The frame creaked against his weight as he watched his lover dance around the kitchen, excitement practically leaking from every pore on her body. His eyes shut briefly as he immersed himself in her quiet humming before pressing himself against her, arms encircling her waist as he joined her. His scent overwhelmed her senses as butterflies filled her stomach at his touch, smelling like home once again, like her Adam.

It started innocent enough, sweeping her hair to the side to place soft kisses against the back of her neck. He would blame her for the escalation, her little whimpers, begging him for more, please Adam, more going straight to his cock, the towel around his waist doing nothing to hide it.

“Missed you,” it was like heaven and hell, the contrast in the sincerity of his voice against the rough callousness of his hands practically tearing the front of her dress, exposing her to the chill of the house. His whispered calamities met with her whimpers, impatience now taking control as she rocked back into him. He took his time as her dress finally puddled on their kitchen floor, retracing every inch that replayed in his dreams while he was gone. “Thought I wouldn’t make it without you, thought of leaving every day. Every damn day. Aren’t you proud of me for staying?” His moans mixed with hers as his hands finally covered her breasts, the immediate warmth causing her hips to buck against his.

“Mhm, so proud, so so proud,” it came out rushed as she turned her head to meet his, heated kisses melting any complaints she wanted to mutter from her loneliness. Oh how she would have loved him to come back earlier but the comfort of knowing this was it, the last one, kept her sane. “Please. Don’t leave me, please.” His eyes softened along with his lips at how small her voice now sounded, turning her in his arms before scooping her up. He smiled at how perfectly she fit into his arms, kisses burying into the crook of his neck.

“How could I ever leave you,” it was a promise as he placed her against their bed, body hovering over hers. “Never again angel.” He took his time as he kissed her with all the words he couldn’t say, all the love he felt for her, the promises he was determined to keep, to stay and make her happy for the rest of their lives.

She kissed back, savoring the feeling of him surrounding her senses, the same promise flavoring her lips that she would do everything in her power to keep him happy, to keep him here with her. His groaning muscles turned silent at the first little moan that left her, his attention now focused on her neck and chest determined to drive out more of the noises that haunted his dreams.

He took it out on her breasts, an almost sadistic chuckle responding to her whimpers at the bruises bitten into existence, marking her if only to confirm that this time, this was real, she was real. He couldn’t help watch the rise and fall of her chest with awe as he brushed over her nipples, completely lost in the ethereal glow that refused to be replicated in his dreams. It was a whine, a needy little thing, that finally pulled him from his thoughts and brought his lips to one of the hardened buds. His fingers moved in tandem before meeting with her slick, releasing her with a groan. She was wet, she was so wet and warm and all for him.

It was done with all the grace and speed of a true fighter, her legs suddenly lifted over his shoulders, face buried in her wetness, hand pressing against her lips at the noise that escaped her. Embarrassment tinged her cheeks as he made quick work of removing her hand, holding it down with his.

“Don’t,” it was a warning, one she immediately found herself agreeing to at the darkening of his eyes. Their lips met once more as a comfort, the slight taste of herself now staining his tongue as they met. He couldn’t help one more as he pulled away, her small pout grounding him. “Keep yourself open f’me angel. Need you.” Hands stayed intertwined as he once again made his way down her body, soft kisses keeping his movements slowed. He practically growled as she tugged on his hair much too gently for obedience. But he would follow, god, he would follow her to the ends of the earth if she asked him to.

“Adam, please,” she tried to move him where she needed him, pressing her hips against his hold in some vain attempt to get him there. She was rewarded with teeth against her hip, a gentle grazing against her skin as he found pleasure in marking her up. So close, he was so close. “Please touch me, something, anything.”

“‘m already touching you angel,” he swore he found heaven in the noises she made, all needy and desperate, his nerves lighting up with every whine. His lips ghosted over pussy, the tip of his nose pressing just enough against her clit as he breathed her in. “What else do you want, hm?”

“Don’t be cruel, s’not fair,” her grip on him tightened as she tried to stay perfectly still though her patience was beginning to ware thin. He kept her hand in place with his as he finally gave her what she so prettily begged him for, her body jumping in surprise. She was a sweetness he had been kept from for too long, his moans meeting with hers as her taste finally filled him. He rested his head against twitching thighs as his fingers replaced his tongue, watching with awe as she swallowed one finger before adding another.

“Cruel with you? I could never,” his lips once again found hers as her first orgasm tore through her all too quickly being built from the very moment she saw him, the very moment she felt him in her arms once again. His lips caught every little noise that managed to escape, fingers continuing to work her into overstimulation. “Could never be cruel to you.”

“Please,” it was one that made his heart leap out of his chest, one that felt as though it was her very soul crying out for his. She pressed herself against him, shaky legs once again opening herself up to him. He knew it was selfish as he pressed another bruising kiss against her lips before teasing himself against her center, coating himself in her essence as he waited for her spoken consent once more.

He savored the way she stretched around him, the feel of her finally surrounding him once again. She was love, his light, the very meaning of his existence. He once again found his home as his hips pressed into hers, stilling to hold onto the feeling for just a bit longer. He found himself nodding along with her little pleas, finally pulling out only to snap back into her.

“I know angel, I know. I’ve got you,” he knew it was obnoxious, the way his lips explored the small dip between her neck and shoulder but he couldn’t find it in him to care as she crooned beneath him. His fingers once again met with her clit, encouraging another orgasm before he met his end. “C’mon angel, lemme feel you, god, I missed you so damn much.”

“Adam, please,” she didn’t know what she was begging for anymore, the only thing she knew was that she wanted more, more of him touching her. Her grip tightened against his hair, holding him against her as her orgasm hit her suddenly. She pressed his body further into hers, the weight of him comforting the unintelligible murmurs she hadn’t realized were spilling past.

“Love you,” Pleasure spread from his core as he spilled into her, kissing her as if she was his lifeline as he slowed to a stop, nerves continuing to tingle as he pulled out, watching their mess leak out. He finally gave in to his exhaustion, slumping down onto the mattress making quick work to pull her against him before his heartbeat helped her give in to her sleepy state.. He pressed one last kiss against the top of her head, the feeling of her safe in his arms lulling him to sleep.

“I love you.”

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Wake up.

No.

Adam, wake up.

No, I can’t leave her.

Wake up.

Please, please just let me have this, just here, please, don’t take her from me again.

Adam.

No.

No, it can’t-

He kept his eyes shut as he savored the warmth of her against his skin, a sensation that was all too familiar. And yet, never enough. It’s a dream, your mind playing tricks on you.

“Adam,”

A shaky breath escaped him as he reached a hand up to meet hers, expecting to be left with nothing as he deserved, his grip tightening when she didn’t disappear. Tears leaked past shut eyes, refusing to have her taken from him again, even as he felt her press against him, her warmth wrapping around him like a child with a blanket. Even as he held her fragile body against him, her heartbeat mixing with his.

“Angel? Oh, my angel.”

#…… alright I mayhaps posted this at the worst time so lil mini boost of my own 😂

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pvnkfaerie · 2 years

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In Another Life

Lmao because i am the human i am, YES YES I HAD SONG HELP and like… you’ll see, it’s really just the one or two lines but

This doesn’t answer any questions about our dear Main Character but we’ll get there I PROMISE eventually maybe I dunno, I have her story in my head but it’s not in here LMAO

This one is shorter than the first and I don’t really know why because TO ME AT LEAST might just be me, it feels a tad more detailed??? I dunno who knows.

Warnings; S M U T ahead, if you do not like it/are under 18, please do not read like honestly there’s like… A little bit of reading without it so. Yeah. That’s it this time guys!!

Adam Page/Fem!Nameless Reader

Spoilers (don’t read if you don’t want ‘em) it’s like. This is basically a retelling of sorts (????) so. Yep.

LAST BUT CERTAINLY NOT LEAST, gotta tag @penelopeford

Anyways ily babies. Pls have tissues ready

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We keep all our promises, be us against the world.

As long as he had her, his very heart and soul, he would never again need anything promised to him by those cursed by the gods.

She was still as beautiful as the day he left her.

An almost mocking whinny pulled him from his thoughts, his eyes narrowing as he glared down at the cursed beast. They only softened meeting with hers that now filled with tears.

“Adam?” It was a ghost of a whisper before she broke out into a run, no care for the laundry left behind and the dirt that now coated her feet.

“Then so be it, my love,” he swore he fell more in love as the colors of the sunset painted her skin, eyes watching him carefully, almost waiting for him to vanish. “So be it.”

In another life, I would make you stay.

“I love you.”

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Wake up.

No.

Adam, wake up.

No, I can’t leave her.

Wake up.

Please, please just let me have this, just here, please, don’t take her from me again.

Adam.

No.

No, it can’t-

He kept his eyes shut as he savored the warmth of her against his skin, a sensation that was all too familiar. And yet, never enough. It’s a dream, your mind playing tricks on you.

“Adam,”

“Angel? Oh, my angel.”

#HAHAHAH it is done and I am satisfied #I ENJOYED WRITING THIS MORE THAN THE FIRST PART TBH #I think it's better written but might just be me idk #anyways here's part 2 #adam page smut #adam page x reader #wrestling smut #not gonna look over it because then I will have SELF DOUBT

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pvnkfaerie · 2 years

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As someone who’s read 3 romance novels in the past week, ya girl is struggling with this sex scene

#S T R U G G L I N G #it’s because it’s no longer kept inside me praying for release LMAO #IM NOT SEXUALLY FRUSTRATED ANYMORE 😂😂

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pvnkfaerie · 2 years

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All The Right Moves

AU in which Adam Page is the King of Hearts and you’re the Queen of Spades (Fem!Nameless Reader)

Dedicated to @mercedesmartinez bc this is her lover boy and the way he describes him like… who better to play my ‘the world turned against him so he turned against the world but He Messed Everything Up and-‘ I’m sORRY IN ADVANCE I LOVE YOU

Pls be kind, it has been a hot minute since I’ve written SO I k n o w the beginning is a BIT rushed, I’ve never been too good at them. Maybe I’ll go back and edit but for the time being, I’m content.

Warnings; smut ahead please don’t read if you don’t like that or ur under 18 thanksies, angst. It’s. It’s angst LMAO, death, blood uh. Violence is mentioned, guns, etc. This Does Not Have A Happy Ending (but I mean I could be convinced to write a second part mayhaps but ehem.)

This is mainly written from Adam’s POV, it just felt RIGHT.

Welp, let’s start the show buckaroos

Numb.

Everything was numb. He was now certain that numbness was crueler than pain, quickly finding himself wishing he could feel something, anything over the nothingness he felt.

“Hey!” Strong, unyielding. “Leave him alone, don’t you have anything better to do?!” The sound of her voice made him almost want to fight back. Almost. “I mean it, back off before I go and let Mick know what you’re actually doing.”

“You got lucky,” one last kick to his stomach seemed to trigger the stranger as he heard the small shuffle of feet and small little ‘humph’ as she pushed his assailant away. “You’re dead if we ever see you here again, you hear?!”

The silence etched on for what felt like hours before the voice turned soft, the breath he had been holding finally being released at the mere promise of safety her tone held.

“They’re gone now, it’s okay, we’re okay,” he didn’t mean to flinch away, his eyes shot open at the little gasp he received in response, nearly chasing the warmth of her now retreating hand. “Can you walk? Should get you out of here before they come back, I’m not too far.”

An angel. She was an angel he didn’t deserve, that last thought echoing in his head before everything went dark.

He couldn’t help the groan that left him as he awoke, couldn’t help his eyes widening at the small hand holding his down, couldn’t help himself from brushing the small strand that hid her face from him away, giving him a clear view of her sleeping expression. He supposed it was rather odd how at peace this stranger made him feel by simply being in her presence and yet… And yet; he quickly withdrew his hand at the sudden movement, watching with awe as her nose scrunched up before she opened her eyes, meeting with his after a split second.

He swore she could hear the beating of his heart once she smiled at him, how could she not?

“You’re up,” she kept his hand in hers, squeezing it lightly before getting up. He mourned her hand in his, almost cursing himself for waking her up and not allowing himself more time to simply bask in her warmth. “How do you feel?”

“‘m alright, been worse,” A quick once over of his bandages left him content, pushing himself to get out of the comfort of her bed, one that smelled vaguely of wildflowers.

“Oh no you don’t, do not get out of that bed,” a boyish smile popped on his features as she turned towards him, catching him in the act.

“Angel, please, I promise I’m fi-” A wince. He just had to fucking wince.

“Don’t give me that, I don’t care who you are, you will lay there until the doctor gets here,” she crossed her arms across her chest, the little wrinkles on the top of her nose returning as she left no room for argument. “Are we clear?”

“Crystal,” a smile lit up on her face that he couldn’t help but return.

“Listen angel, I appreciate the sentiment, really, I do, but I can’t just stay here,” he watched her from his spot at the little table she had, chuckling at the position she placed herself in.

“The doctor said-” her hands pressed against either side of the door frame, feet firm against the floor to keep him from escaping before she said her piece.

“The doctor said, as long as I don’t strain myself, it will heal quickly,” he could easily move her if he really wanted, even with one arm tied in an almost improper sling, especially compared to what he was used to. “I have to get home, I have things to-”

“One month. Just one month,” he was powerless to those eyes, so easily powerless against her. “Please, I won’t ask you to stay any longer.”

“What is this,” he could feel the chill in the air at his mumbled inquiry, the smile on his face saddening as he looked up at her, “You don’t even know me angel, why is this so important to you?”

“I know you,” she held his gaze for a split second before burning holes in the ground beneath her. “The King of Hearts, you were the King of Hearts.”

“I no longer have my wealth so if you’re expecting some payment of sort, I-”

“I was there. When it happened, I was there,” he waited with bated breath as she lowered her arms, her fingers nervously twining together as she continued. “I couldn’t do anything but watch even though you didn’t do anything wrong, you just accepted it. I need to know why,” her eyes finally met his, the fire nearly burning him.

“One month,” the shock on her face was clear as the light of day as he already began to question his decision to humor her. “I will stay one month.”

She asked every day about what happened, every day bringing up the memories of a former life, one that still haunted his every breath, every movement dedicated to a fight he no longer cared to win so long as the people who hurt him suffered along with him. She was persistent yet with every moment spent within her light, he felt he was worthy of being saved, worthy of being loved. Worthy of a life better than the one forced upon him.

“Let me tell you a story,” he began one night as her fingers danced across his chest, her eyes meeting his with curiosity, as he decided to finally share the gory details of his life with her, with a little more than a week left in his stay.

There was once a prince born unto the Kingdom of Hearts, the most unforgiving of the four kingdoms under the rule of the Kingdom of Spades. Even with the title, he was still made to earn his keep, abused by the power tied to him by birthright. One that was made to stand by as the citizens he swore to protect were used as pawns, all to protect the innocence of the Kingdom of Spades. His father always cursed him, saying that the bit of ‘save the world,’ that ran through his being would one day be his downfall, would one day have him killed. His mother made him swear to keep his head down, kept him complacent with the promise that things would only get worse for everyone if he were to speak out against the higher powers. So he did. He would keep his head down while in the presence of royalty. But when the sun would set and the eyes that watched his every move slept, he would sneak into town and help heal whatever abuse his citizens had suffered that day. It was safer this way, he would tell himself.

Until the day his parents were murdered, taken from him right in front of his eyes. The blame ended up falling to a nameless citizen, a leader of a freshly formed rebellion. But the prince knew. He knew it had been an order sent by the King of Hearts. He knew his parents were used as an example, knew it was solely because they had dared to question the King.

So that’s how it started, the prince becoming the King of Hearts and keeping his head down in order to avoid the same fate of his late father and mother, ignoring the ‘save the world’ that screamed at him for change.

He began working in secret to better his country, creating a place he could be proud of before introducing it to the King in hopes that this would lead to a different outcome. In hopes that it would bring his ever racing mind a bit of peace, if even for a moment.

The day had come when he could finally show off his work, the improvements of his country, how the people now thrived in an environment that once only promised poverty and death. He explained to the King that the fight was far from over, that his people just needed a bit more of a push to become something great once again.

All fight left his body at the first mention of treason, confusion replacing it before he could so much as speak. It quickly turned to fear as he was stripped of his title, let off ‘easy,’ as the King swore he would never be safe to show his face in any of the four kingdoms again.

“Now that fear is nothing but resentment towards a broken system,” he had felt her fingers pause early into his story, his eyes finding hers as he finished, chuckling at the soft tears that fell down her cheeks, making quick work of wiping them away. “It’s okay angel, I have a plan.”

“A plan?” She sat up at this, her nose crinkling in the way he now held so dear. “What kind of plan?”

“A plan to solve everything. To make sure no one ever has to suffer under a some damn royal who doesn’t even care what happens to them. To become King, rule over all four kingdoms. Bring about real change, angel. Put everything as it should be.”

“And when you’re done and everything is how it should, would you,” a blush dusted her cheeks yet her eyes remained firm. “Could we be happy?”

In another life, he was never royalty. He was just a normal man who had a simple life. In another life, he could have met her under different circumstances and they could be happy together. He could allow himself to get used to watching her dance around the small kitchen, to her feet bumping against his under the small table, to the way her body molded against his as they slept in her small bed only to pretend it never happened the next morning. He was someone that wouldn’t just bring her life pain and misery.

“You’re still leaving,” it was more a statement than a question, one that immediately broke his already battered heart, reminding him that it still had a beat to it. She was right. His arm had healed a little over a week ago, his final day finally upon them. “I selfishly thought I would be enough, that I could convince you to just stay here and be with me,” he kept himself from lurching forward, pulling her into his arms and kissing her until she knew just how enough she was to him. She was everything, his very heart and soul. “You’ll at least say goodbye, won’t you?”

The sadness he felt at the slight break in her voice caused him to look up, the tears now welling up in her eyes causing him to act. In two swift steps, he was at her, angling her face to his as he kissed her with all the words he couldn’t say, all the love he felt for her, the promises he was determined to keep, to come back for her when all of this was over and he could make her happy.

She kissed back with the same veracity, the same promise flavoring her lips that she would wait for him, she would fight for him until he could achieve his happiness. It allowed him the sanctuary he so desperately craved all of his life, allowed his thoughts to slow with his motions, placing soft kisses against the side of her neck, groaning against her as she pressed against him, fingers tangling in his hair to hold him to her.

She stayed right with him, legs draped around his middle as he moved her over to her bed, their bed. His kisses grew heated as he pulled down the front of her dress, revealing her bare chest. He felt himself grow hard at the little whine that left her as he lavished her breasts in kisses and small bites. He watched her face crumple with pleasure as he took one of her nipples in his mouth, switching between rolling it against his tongue and light sucks. He made quick work of the ties holding her dress together, her hips raising in a silent blessing to remove the offending dress.

“Dammit angel,” she was like a painting come to life, an ethereal glow almost too much for him to handle before he hid his face in the crook of her neck, quieting her soft whines as he just breathed her in, fighting with the reminder that this would be the last time he could ever see her like this and it would be his own damn fault.

“Adam, please, touch me,” her hips pressed into his, a moan bringing him back to life in reply to his involuntary groan. He pressed kisses against the small of her throat once more, finding immediate pleasure in marking the small area as his fingers found her core easily, a rewarding bite placed on her skin once he found how wet she had been. “Please.”

“‘m already touching you angel,” he couldn’t help himself, the noises she made from his teasing lighting up his nerves, all his concerns and anxiety melting into ‘more, more, more.’ “What else do you want, hm?”

“Don’t be cruel, s’not fair,” he pressed his lips to hers at the mere thought of ever causing her strife, pressed himself closer to her as he finally sank his fingers inside, taking his time, locking the look on her face as he did in his memory.

“Cruel with you? I could never,” his lips once again found hers, catching the small moans that managed to escape, his fingers now finding their rhythm inside her, slow enough for him to savor the moment yet rough enough for her hips to twitch against his hold. “Do you even know how enough you are to me? Could never be cruel to you.”

He held her as she finally came, her hand wrapped tightly around his wrist to press him away as he worked her into overstimulation, completely enamored with everything she was and would ever be. She held firm as he finally went to pull away, escaping only to press his fingers against his tongue, watching as her cheeks reddened at the erotic action.

“Please,” he found his favorite thing in the world was kissing her and who was to deny her when she asked so nicely, shaky legs widening, inviting him in as he stripped himself, cock springing up almost immediately as his pants joined the pile on the floor. He rubbed himself with his still slickened fingers, his breath shaking along with her at the feeling. “Don’t leave me, please,”

“How could I ever leave you?” He knew he was being selfish as he pressed another kiss to her already bruising lips, his arms holding his weight away from her as he teased himself against her center, a beautiful harmony escaping their lips. He waited as she spoke her consent, begging to be swallowed up by him, to become fully one with his heart and soul before holding himself steady as he pressed into her center.

He took his time, savoring each pleasurable second as he sunk fully into her, releasing the breath he had been holding once his hips pressed completely against hers. She fit like a damn glove, like she had been made solely for him and him alone. He wasn’t sure if it was cruelty or love on the universe’s part, sending her to him, but now? Now he couldn’t be bothered with any other thought but how to make her cum once again, to feel her surround his every nerve.

“Adam, please,”

“I know angel, I know, I’ve got you,” he moved carefully, pulling out slowly before snapping his hips back to hers. He once again found solace in the crook of her neck, making quick work of marking her as his thrusts fell into a rhythm completely motivated by the soft moans. He couldn’t find himself caring about his lack of room as her legs wrapped around him, fingers once again pressing against his scalp, encouraging him to continue as she held his body tight against hers, his cock pressing into her in the most delicious way possible. He refused to falter, refused to give her anything but what she needed from him.

He only faltered as she tightened around him, her orgasm pouring over them without so much as a warning, lips pressing against one anothers as he allowed himself to follow after her, pressing himself further into her as he filled her, allowing themselves a few moments of blissful peace before he pulled out.

He swore he could go another round as he eyed the mess they had made, promising himself there would be a next time before laying back against the plush mattress, pulling her into his arms. A happy sigh left her as she rested against his chest, the pitter patter of his heartbeat lulling her to a deep slumber.

She felt a pit in her stomach as she awoke to the lack of warmth, a broken sob already forming before she could open her eyes. She pressed her face into the pillow that still smelled like him, allowing herself to succumb to her tears.

The silence that filled the air once she was done was suffocating. She winced at the bright light that hit her as she opened her eyes, the tears she had thought she emptied forming once again at the small note left on her bedside table.

‘Angel,

Leaving you was the hardest thing I’ve had to do but now is the time. I have to get back and prepare for my next move and I refuse to allow you to get caught in the crossfires. You have to stay safe for me but I promise you, I will come back for you. I will always come back for you, if it is the last thing I do. Once I can provide you the life you deserve, the life we’ve promised to one another.

Wait for me.’

It had been a year. A horrible, longing year filled with nothing but plans for revenge, plans that quickly evolved at the news of the King’s untimely death. It filled him with rage, imagining the people mourning a King who truly did not care whether they lived or died.

But it would be different soon enough. He would make sure they never again had a ruler bred for nothing more than simply being, someone who would never understand the real issues that plagued their kingdom.

At the announcement of a newly elected royal taking the position of the late king, he knew his plan would need to be enacted sooner rather than later. He knew he would need to return to the kingdom that wronged him so many times before so he may take what was rightfully his.

For the first time, the whispers made him feel powerful, the knowledge that all eyes were truly on him. He entered the ball with the same grace he had been taught by his mother yet this time, he would hold his head high. Scrutiny and distrust had turned to fear, respect that he dared return here after all that’s happened. A slight of the hand sent the two men accompanying him to their agreed-upon positions, the smirk playing on his lips a near snarl as he made his way through the ballroom towards the little crowd that had formed around who he would assume to be the newly elected king or queen.

The sneer gracing his features quickly turned to shock as he saw her, the familiar smile gracing her features as she turned his way, one that matched his shock as her eyes finally landed on him. The eyes of the crowd no longer brought him the same thrill as they peered at him at the sound of her small gasp.

“It’s you,” the words left him before he could prevent them, an exchange for his hands keeping themselves pressed against his sides at the sight of her. She was still as beautiful as the day he left her.

“I must excuse myself,” all eyes returned to her, giving Adam the small break he much needed. “I was promised a dance and now that my partner has returned, I’m afraid I must act on it before he escapes me once more.” He was putty under her fingertips, following along where she pulled him, a little private spot on the ever-growing dance floor. He winced away at the sharp slap to his cheek once she knew they had been alone.

"I cannot believe you left me that morning, do you understand how much it hurt me to wake up to you just gone?" He stood there quietly, still processing that she was here, she was right in front of him, close enough to touch. "Why couldn't you just wake me?"

"I wouldn't have left. I would have stayed behind and forgotten everything, left it all behind. It can't end like that for me, I have to see this through, I have to finish what I started." He was already exasperated by the situation, every thought screaming at him all at once, thoughts that only silenced as she pressed herself against him, face burying into his chest carefully.

“You came back for me,” he stiffened under her touch for a split second before his body relaxed into hers, craving the touch that he’d been absent from for far too long. “You actually came back for me.”

“What are you doing here angel,” he couldn’t help the kiss placed on the top of her head, couldn’t help the inhale of her calming scent that made him forget what he had planned to do here tonight. “Not supposed to be here.”

“I did it for you, for us,” she mumbled into his chest before remembering where they were and backing off a bit yet still refusing to let go. “It would haunt you everyday for the rest of our lives if you were to go through with this Adam, I couldn’t let you do it.”

“How did this even happen,” it truly was unbelievable, the one thing he had been desperate to achieve and she made it seem so easy, like she had just waltzed in and asked for what was hers. Her hair was longer, curls more at the ends.

“I’ll tell you later, for now,” his face lit up at the small curtsy, holding back a laugh as he returned the gesture, taking one hand in his while the other slipped around her waist. “The Queen is requesting a dance from her King. Do you accept?” God, how he had missed her.

“I guess I have no other choice, do I?” Even if he had, the answer would always be yes for her. He’d tell her as many times as she needed to hear it, she could have all of him, every whole piece of him he had left along with all his shattered bits. She would use them for good, all she was was good and light. “Y’know I’m powerless when it comes to you.”

“Don’t say that,” her laughter pulsed around him, louder than the music around them, keeping him in her light. “I’ll let it get to my head, I swear it.”

“Then so be it my love,” the slight reflection of light caught his attention, bringing him back down to earth at the reminder that his plan was still in effect. That the next steps were to be enacted soon enough, a plan he needed to stop before it was too late. He gravitated them further into the crowd, pulling himself away just as quickly. “I need you to stay right here, do you understand?”

“Adam, what-”

“Do not move,” he could only hope the crowd would make it that much harder to see her, would give him the time to find where one of his men hid away. “I’ll be right back angel, don’t make that face,” he pressed a small kiss against her forehead, hoping to rid of the wrinkled brow that filled his chest with anguish. He breathed a sigh of relief at the little nod she gave him, leaving as soon as she did.

He followed the light of the little mirror, the signal that the area was clear, that no innocents would be harmed in the act that followed. He moved without paying mind to the people now cursing him as he passed through, breaking into a run as he finally locked on to his target, his yelling catching the guard’s attention, sending the man before him into a panic as he took aim before he could be tackled to the ground.

You came back for me.

Bang.

No.

No!

He was running the second the shot fired, praying to the gods that his plan had failed, the shot had missed her. His ears rang with muffled screams as he watched her eyes grow wide, confirming his greatest fear as the world around him worked in slow motion. His eyes followed hers, locking on the ever growing red against what was once a stark white gown, his body moving on its own against the escaping crowd to catch her before she could hit the floor.

“A-Adam,”

“It’s okay, it’s okay angel, I’m here, it’s going to be okay,” his hand warming as he pressed against her wound. He could hear her repeating his name, reminding him that this was his fault, he did this to her. He glared at the knights now surrounding him, barking orders to ‘fetch the doctor.’ “We’re okay, ‘m gonna fix this, I’ll fix it.”

“Adam, look at me,” his eyes immediately shot to hers, horrified that her usual stern voice could sound this weak. “You have to promise me you’ll do everything you said you would, make something good for us.”

“Don’t talk like that, they’re getting the doctor now, everything will be-” he couldn’t help the glare as her eyes flickered towards where one of the knights was standing.

“You’re going to follow Moxley to my chambers, in the right drawer of the desk I’ve already signed into place that you’re named King in the event I can no longer rule.”

“Please,”

“You have to find it before anyone else can, show them you are not the stories they’ve created you to be, show them who I fell in love with,” his hand held her own tightly as she reached to cup his cheeks, the chill of her fingertips cutting him off. He could feel his chest lurch at the sight of tears now filling her eyes, her smile refusing to meet them. “Promise me Adam, please,” he found himself nodding without thinking, no longer focused on anything but giving her anything she asked him for.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he followed her instantly as she held him to her, no longer caring to hold back his tears that now stained her chest, sobs pulling from his chest with every gentle shushing, every promise that it was okay, she forgave him, he would be okay, that he would still be one of the greatest Kings this country would ever see. His hand held on tighter as he felt hers start to slip, panic pulsing through his veins.

“No, no no, angel, come on, please,” he pulled her body to him, rocking as his hands took hold of her face already paling in color, eyes refusing to open at his pleas. “Please don’t leave me, you can’t leave me.”

The next few seconds blurred together as the doctor finally arrived, her cold body forcibly pulled from his before he folded in on himself. Before he was forced up by Jon, given a small golden key that revealed the last words he would ever have of hers. Before he was given a mere second to try and keep it together long enough to fulfill his promise. Their promise.

Numb.

Everything was numb.

He was certain now, more than ever, numbness was crueler than pain, finding himself praying to any god that would listen to just let him feel something, anything, over the nothingness that now threatened to pull him under.

#:3 do I sense a second part coming???? MAYHAPS….. ONE IS IN THE WORKS

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pvnkfaerie · 2 years

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Hey hey, so I’m looking for a v specific smut fic where Baron has a neighborish? And Xander goes to her house a lot and they start passing notes and X goes missing

#baron corbin smut #…. I can’t remember if it was one I read or wrote LMAO #therefore I need HELP #I am p sure I didn’t write it though but I can’t find it