#Hangman Page x Reader

[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 thirsted for you desperately the need was insatiable

「 WARNINGS 」 — vampire!hangman, blood drinking, blood, somnophilia, cnc, dubcon, biting, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, penetrative sex, vaginal creampie, internal cumshot

「 WORD COUNT 」 — 1k

「 PAIRING 」 — fem!reader x hangman adam page

「 GENRE 」 — smut

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he could not help but stare at your sleeping frame. how peaceful and serine you looked in your most vulnerable moments. unbeknownst that he’d been standing at the foot of your bed for little over an hour now. merely contemplating whether or not to drain you of your life force, of that crimson liquid that he’d been yearning for.

his thirst was undeniable. it left his throat dry and itchy. he craved that metallic sweetness, even just breaking the skin would be enough to quell such throughts. he eyes the way your chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, how the subtle vein in your neck would pulse and throb with every beat of your heart.

it was a feeling that adam envied so. to feel the pulse of a beating heart in his chest, for his skin to feel the warmth of life. to be alive again. he was bestowed a curse the day he was turned, forever to roam the earth as a monsterous blood sucker. how he envied mortals like yourself, so careless, so free.

adam took the time to adore your features as you slept. he’d never seen you up this close before. normally having to admire you from the security from behind your window. you were the most beautiful creature to him, he’d never had a human enthral him as much as you. your figure curled up in the sheets, shielding your body and more importantly your neck from the chill of the winter air. shuddering every so often when a small gust of wind would flutter through the air vents

he sat down, his weight dipping your bed ever so slightly, causing you to stir in your slumber, but not awaken. only a small murmur leaving your lips. he began to crawl up the bed, weight shifting on his palms as his body hovered adjacent to yours. he could smell the crimson beneath your skin, practically taste the iron on his tongue. if he had less control he’d be salivating at the thought

his fingers peeled the blankets back, your neck exposed, craning back for him. the urge to bite was strong, it made his breath quiver with an insatiable need. he leaned in slowly, the scent growing stronger the closer he drew. adam bared his fangs, the sharp indents merely prodding at your skin yet he could not bring himself to break the flesh. at least not yet.

he held his movements for a moment. contemplating if it was morally justified to drain such an innocent creature such as yourself or to succumb to his need for bloodlust. adam caved to the former. instead planting a small kiss to the protruding neck vein, evident in your skin, lingering for a moment, feeling the pulse against his lips

a small mumble rumbled low in your chest. ass pressing up against his inner thigh unknowingly. he was enthralled with a new lust, one more primal that his thirst. he kissed your neck again, resting the waters as the same, sweet noise left your lips once more. the new found arousal was evident in adam, his cock throbbing in his jeans, pressing firm and hard against the fabric. a gulp rose thick in his throat. he shouldn’t…it wouldn’t be right. then again, neither would be draining your blood.

he hesitantly pealed the blankets back further. the more of the fabric he removed the barer your body became. despite the winter chill and the obvious goosebumps that littered your skin. beneath the blanket you laid completely naked. he admired your figure for a moment, how your ass slotted perfectly against the axis of his inner thigh, the swell of your breasts so perfectly round, your nipples stiffened against the soft breeze, it took all his night for him to not grope your breasts in that moment. adam could not let such a perfect body go to waste.

he reached down, slowly unzipping his jeans, shuffling them down until they sat mid thigh on him. he kept his movements slow and intentional as to not wake you. he laid beside you, spooning your substantially smaller frame against his. loving the way your body molded to the shape of his.

your body was so warm. how he missed the feeling, the comfort, the security of just being warm, alive with heat. it almost made adam jealous of your mortality. his cock throbbed hard against your ass, a feeling which made your stir back against him. he was losing it and fast. he could not hold in his need much longer. he slowly began grinding himself against your ass, small whimpers leaving your lips at the senation, your cunt growing increasingly wet, slick with your juices as he began to tease your sentitve folds with the tip of his cock

he did not hesitate entering you, feeling the way your tiny cunt stretched around his girth. a breath hitched in your throat for a moment, before slowly succumbing to the pleasure of his size

“shh, darlin’…it’s okay. go back to sleep for me” he hummed, voice low. his soft southern drawl providing instant comfort, softly lulling your back into slumber.

your body felt weightless under the weight of him. his thrusts were soft and slow, his lips feathered your neck, still in two minds abound sinking his fangs in. your hips began to reciprocate the movements of his thrusts, pleasured, desperate whines parting your lips, mouth hanging open with small, breathless pants

the sight of you like this, practically begging him, egging him on and over the edge of his patience as his fangs finally sunk into your skin. instant relief flooded him, the warm ruby liquid meeting his tastebuds in waves, he drank you in, so needy for your taste. your moans became shallow and weak, he had to remind himself not to drain you completely, he did not want to waste you.

his lips pried from your skin. your blood trickling down his chin in small red rivers, he savoured your taste, licking the spilled droplets that stained your skin. his thrusts became sloppy, his softening against yours as he spilled his seed deep inside your womb. he remained buried inside your for a moment, making sure none of his seed went to waste. slowly pulling out of you, watching his cum glisten against your soaked folds. he covered you up, planted another kiss to your cheek, a softer one to the bite mark on your neck, leaving through the window the same way he came, as if he’d never been there in the first place

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[allelitewrites]

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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[retro-rezz-the-est]

ok perfect ummmmm would you write hangman/reader where reader is starting college (teehee) and they feel really stressed out about it and hangman comforts them (in whatever way he thinks is best)?????

I see what you did there lol 😉 lemme see what I can do for this lol

also I kinda used this as an outlet to voice my own school frustrations so I hope that’s okay lmao 😂

word count: 2,342

rating: pg-13 (cursing and whatnot). reader is also gender-neutral.

You feel like hell.

You feel like actual, definite, indescribable hell, and you can tell that it's all over your face.

The bags under your eyes, the tension straining your neck, the burning sensation of holding back tears stinging the backs of your eyes....you couldn't take it anymore.

"Fuck!" you scream, slamming your front door and sliding down it to the floor, tossing your bag aside and curling your knees to your chest.

You could feel the incoming rush of tears before they even made themselves known, that familiar burning stinging your eyes coming back as you pressed your palms against them.

You hate it here, you hate it here and it shows.....you knew that going to university - especially beginning your journey as late as you have - would be stressful but damn, did you underestimate yourself.

Even before you got to the damn place to begin with, you were already having second thoughts and started to doubt yourself.

The second that you got your acceptance letter and the very second that all of the congratulations started to come in, the anxiety began to settle in.

You felt nervous, shaky, and anxiety ran rampant through your system but you tried, you tried so hard to keep it from showing.

So you took all of the pictures, you took all the videos, you smiled and hugged your family and close friends as they offered their praise and congratulations to you. You posed with your acceptance letter, laughed with your mother as you went shopping for supplies, sat with your father and smiled as he cried about how proud of you he was that you were going to such a prestigious school and how well you would do amongst others like you.

You let everyone parade you around like the trophy that they see you as, you let your parents show you off to their friends and to all of their coworkers as "their darling little scholar" who got accepted to one of the best schools in the country....

....you stood and you laughed and you sat and you smiled and you felt - you feel - like hell.

Your worst thoughts begin to swarm in your head as you peel yourself from the floor, feeling hot tears streak down your face as you kicked off your shoes and stormed over to your couch, flopping face first onto it.

Maybe this is all a mistake...maybe you weren't cut out for all of this. Maybe you shouldn't have picked this school; hell, maybe you shouldn't have even chosen to go to university in the first place. How were you gonna manage your heavy class load with your job when you can barely handle working on its own?

The heft of everyone's expectations and hopes weighed heavy on your shoulders but now even more so, seeming to press you further and further into the couch and smothering you.

How would your family react if they saw you like this, stressing yourself out and practically banging yourself against a wall with anxiety? Your friends? Would they still be proud of you? Would they still hold you highly and support you even if you were letting them all down?

Would they take away their praise and berate you for being so selfish, for wasting your parents' money and time as well as the school's just because you were having a lapse in your judgement?

How would they even react to seeing you like this?

You scrubbed at your face with the back of your hand; god, you feel like such a fucking failure. How the hell do you even face them now that you feel like turning back, when you're so close to it all?

You didn't - well, more like couldn't - hear the footsteps approaching your front door and the soft jingle of keys as they unlocked it, the jangling of the your roommate's belt doing nothing to pull you from your emotional stupor.

Hangman called out your name, slipping off his boots and placing the next to your own. "Hey, I'm back! I got the stuff you asked for...I don't know why, though, 'cause you usually only ask for this when you're-"

He paused, his ear perking up at the sound of a loud sob and a sniffle that sent a bolt straight through his chest. Turning his head towards the couch, he then spots you, your feel dangling off the side and your face buried in your arms as you lay flat on the cushions.

"Oh no..." he sighs, striding over towards where you lay with his long legs and places the small plastic bag in his hands aside at the foot of the couch, kneeling in front of you with a worried look on his own face. "Shit, what happened? Is everything alright? Does someone need their nose smashed in?"

You don't respond to his questions and you barely even more when he places his hand at your back, gently running his hand over it as your sobs grow, your entire body trembling.

The two of you sit there for quite some time, with your eyes burning from your tears and your heart beating rapidly from all the emotion and Hangman kneeling at your side, saying nothing but offering everything that he possibly can non-verbally. His presence is a warm one, a familiar one, and one that you're too stubborn to say that you needed.

"Please," he whispers, not wanting to irritate you further, "just tell me what's wrong. Things won't get better if you just keep it in, sweetheart. We're friends, remember? We promised each other to tell each other anything that was bothering us."

At long last does your body finally begin to rise, your legs swinging out in front of you so that you're finally sitting upright. Your hands still cover your face as you hunch over, the dam finally bursting the second you feel his hand, warm and soft yet calloused and roughened, place itself on your knee, his thumb brushing against it lightly.

You let everything out: how you feel, all of the struggles that you know you're going to face in finally going to university, the fear of letting down those closest to you and losing their love and trust, how fractured your mental state has become due to the weight of their expectations....all of it.

And throughout it all, Hangman says nothing, only thumbing your knee occasionally as he listens to you spiel and your choked up sobs fill his ears.

How long has this been going on? How long have you been feeling this way? he thinks. You had looked so jovial the second that acceptance letter came in, so much so that he was the very first person that you told as soon as you opened it.

But now....now, look at you. How could he have missed this?

"Look at me, sweetheart. Just look at me, okay?"

His voice is as soft as ever in your ear, tugging at your heartstring indefinitely but you refuse to look at him....not when you look like this, not when you feel like this. His hands move from your knee to squeezing your shoulders gently, the move somewhat comforting your nerves.

Your hands finally slide down your face and into your lap, your tear-stained cheeks and red eyes now on full display. You look a right mess but Hangman doesn't comment on it, still gazing at you with those bright blue eyes full of concern for your well-being. You ball your hands into fists, digging your nails into your palms and you feel your heart race in your chest.

This was a mistake, this was all a mistake. Tears begin to burn at the corners of your eyes again, another wave of emotion threatening to swallow you whole. You're already too deep within your own head and nothing he can say or do will be able to pull you out of it-

A soft warmth envelopes your face, tilting your head upwards before you hear Hangman speak. "I said, look at me, sweetheart."

And reluctantly, you do, slowly opening up your eyes and blinking away your tears to reveal Hangman before you, a comforting smile on his face and both of his hands cupping your cheeks, forcing you to look directly at him. His hold is gentle, but firm; you're not walking away anytime soon.

Your entire body shakes as the silence grows between you two, the sounds of your shuddering breath filling the air. His gaze is...concerned, but loving. You could only imagine what seeing you like this does to him.

"First of all, I need you to breathe for me, okay? Take a deep breath for me and relax those shoulders."

You do as he asks and he smiles, watching as your body visibly relaxed and some of the lines creasing your forehead disappear. In and out, in and out, over and over again until he's satisfied.

"I know I'm not the best with these kinds of things....hell, I can barely be true with the ones closest to me. But, I've been your friend long enough to know that you'll be fine."

Your brows furrow. "Fine? Did you literally hear anything that I just said? I feel like shit, Adam, actual shit and nothing is gonna-"

You feel him smush your cheeks together in protest, cutting you off as your eyes widen at the motion.

"Excuse me? I was talking, damn it! What gives you the right to say that I'll be fine when I haven't been in months?! You're not listening-"

You try your best to yell at him, to scream out and voice even more of your frustrations but all that comes out is a muffled mess of congealed letters and noises, your lips puffing out and Hangman's smile breaking out into a larger one.

"Are you gonna let me finish now?" he asks, raising a brow the second you move to speak again, only moving his hands when you nod.

"Like I was saying....you are one of the smartest people I know. You've managed to get this far on your own two feet, and that's fucking impressive, if you ask me."

Your brows furrow again but you don't interrupt him this time, letting him continue.

"Everyone always talks about how strong you are, how smart you are, how you appear and seem...but you're breaking, and 'm sorry that I didn't see that - see this - before."

"But you didn't need to, I could've handled this on my own and by myself-"

"Yeah, but you didn't have to. Look at you," he says your name softly, "you're tearing at your own hair and beating yourself up over this."

He pauses before continuing. "If you're not ready, then that's okay. If you are ready but you don't know where to start, then that's okay too. Because you have all of the resources you could possibly need at your disposal...like me, for starters."

Your lips crack into a smile at that one, but you let him finish. "And you have your parents, and you have your friends, and everyone else who cares about you and will be proud of you no matter what you choose to do. And no matter what you do, they will be here to support you, we still be here to support you."

"You mean that?" you ask him.

Hangman nods. "Of course I do. I would never lie to you, not now and not ever. You don't have to stress about shit like that, not like this. If there's anything that's troubling you, let me know so that this-" he squeezes your hands gently, "-doesn't keep happening. You're gonna run yourself ragged at this rate, sweetheart."

A silence passes, then another, and then another before he speaks again. "Just take things one step at a time for me, okay? Handle one thing at a time and whatever happens, happens. You can't control everything at once, so don't."

"And whatever happens, whatever you need, whenever you feel like this...I'll be here. I'll always be here because I care about you. We all care about you," Hangman tells you. "No one'll be disappointed or upset with you about making decisions that you believe are right for you."

And when he calls your name again, dropping his hands from your face and slipping them into your own, pulling yours apart and smoothing away the marks your nails made, your eyes begin to well up for a different reason.

You nod again, slipping a hand from his to wipe your eyes clear again. Your heart thuds in your chest at a more reasonable pace; Adam truly is the best at things like this, despite what he says, and you can't be thankful enough for it.

The afternoon sun that filters in through the window behind him shrouds him in light, making him look akin to an angel, a savior of sorts.

He looks....beautiful.

He grunts when he finally stands to his feet, his other hand slipping from yours as he puts his hands on his hips. That cowboy smile of his is on full display, radiating more light and warmth than the sun behind him.

"Now, I do believe that you need take your mind off things. At least, for a few hours."

"And what do you suggest?"

"Well, I was going to say we could head outside and get drunk off our asses....but I don't want the ice cream you demanded that I get to go to waste." Hangman leans back down to pick up the plastic bag at your feet, pulling out the large tub with his free hand.

"You better not tell anyone about this, either, or else that cowboy ass is grass," you tell him before finally standing from the couch yourself, feeling a bit light-headed before he's immediately at your side, helping you stand with a hand at your hip. Heavens forbid he opens his mouth and gets praise for helping calm you down....his head'll grow bigger than it already is.

"No promises, sweetheart. No promises."

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a/n: ngl i kinda needed to hear all of this when i first started university lmao, i feel like i'd be much better off with a hangy in my corner XD. also i wrote this in about 4-5 hours with no edits so.....yeah.

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[smartycvnt]

practice round

pairing: adam page x reader

prompt: "is that..." "yes, it's a baby. no, it isn't mine."

The text from Adam to be quiet when you came in was a bit ominous. Assuming that he was just napping or something, you had listened. You made it nearly halfway through the house being as quiet as you could before you learned the reason for the silence. Just as you were tiptoeing down the hallway, you heard the unmistakable sound of a baby crying. Panicked, you followed the noise to see Adam rocking a baby in his arms.

"Is that..."

"Yes, it's a baby. No, it isn't mine," Adam answered with a small chuckle. "One of the guys needed a babysitter for the day, and I know you'd been wanting one of these."

"So, you borrowed his baby for the day?" you asked. Adam shook his head as he walked over so you could closely see the baby. "Aw, she's cute."

"Figured that I could help out a friend and make sure that I'm ready. I don't want to leave you to do too much of the parenting on your own. I know it won't be 50/50, but it's important that when we have more than one, they know what a good father looks like," Adam said. You smiled at this comment before the end registered with you.

"More than one?" you asked him. Adam nodded. He had been really apprehensive and anxious about having just one baby, but apparently his little practice run had been a lot more productive than you had known. "How many exactly?"

"I'd like to keep it an even number, but four seems like a lot. Three would be good too, staggered a few years apart so that we don't get overwhelmed early on," Adam explained. You could see that he had been thinking about this for quite some time, which made you really happy. "This little one's getting picked up in about an hour or two, so we can start trying then if you'd like. I can take you out to dinner somewhere fancy, pull the whole nine yards if you let me."

"That sounds wonderful," you agreed. Adam pressed a kiss to your cheek, prompting the baby to start grabbing at him.

"Oh, my bad," Adam said to the baby before kissing her cheek as well. You could tell that he was going to be an absolutely amazing father to the kid or kids that you did have, but you hoped that you had at least one daughter for him.

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Chapter One- Part One: Salem, 1693

well... it took me long enough but here it is the first chapter of I Put A Spell on you!

Word Count: 2018

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“Come little children, I’ll take thee away…” Adam awoke with a start. It seemed to be almost dawn, maybe a bit past, and he could hear all the animals starting to make noise. He turned over in his bed and was immediately concerned when he didn’t see his sister Kristen asleep in hers. “Kristen?” He whispered, hoping that she was playing a trick on him.

            Upon realizing that she was not playing a game, he ran out of the house in his night clothes (finding his sister was the priority) calling out for his sister. “Kristen?” He called as he ran through the village. Most of the village was still sleeping, save for the few early risers getting an early start to their chores. Alexander, the butcher’s son was one of those people. Adam ran over to his neighbor and heaved a breath before asking “Hast thou seen my sister Kristen?”

            Alexander looked sadly at his friend, shaking his head no, only for his attention to be caught by a purple smoke cloud appearing out of the woods “Look! They conjure.” Adam knew that Alexander was speaking of the Sanderson brothers. Most believed they were witches, and now the rumors seemed to be confirmed.

            The two young men ran to the edge of the village and there she was, there was sweet little Kristen; no more than eight summers old, being led into the woods by a cloaked figure. “Kristen!” Adam yelled but she did not hear, she was too enchanted by the person leading her into the woods. “It’s too late!” Alexander despaired but Adam shook his head in defiance, this would not be his sister’s end. “Wake my father and the others,” when Alexander didn’t move Adam shouted “Go!” before he ran towards the woods.

            He followed the handmade trail through the woods and happened upon the cottage where he could see Kristen being brought inside , and male voices could be heard rejoicing.

            Seeing an open window, Adam quietly made his way towards it and peeked inside. He could clearly see Kristen, who was still in her nightclothes and sitting in a chair surrounded by the three witches. Kristen noticed her big brother and sat up straighter, catching her captors’ attention and making them look towards the window as well.

            Ducking out of sight, Adam snuck around towards the front of the cottage and quickly hid again when two of them opened the front door. He somewhat recognized one, Matthew. He was a known “gender traitor” for fornicating with Jonathan Moxley, his brother Kenneth’s lover and Governor Regal’s son. But this Matthew looked nothing like his old self, he looked ugly, and old, and decrepit, a shell of who he was before.

            Turning back towards the window that was now shut, Adam noticed that one of the top windows was still open. Climbing the water wheel he slipped himself into the cottage, thankfully unnoticed.

            “Oil of boil… now where is it?” Adam could see the one that appeared to be the eldest looking along a shelf of unholy ingredients. “Kenny… Brother Matthew does not seem to be doing his fair share.” This must be Nicholas, he seemed all too content to place some sort of blame on his brother. “I lured the child here.” Matthew hissed, looking very much like a cat with its hackles raised. A small smirk seemed to grace Matthew’s face as Kenneth pulled Nicholas by the ear. “Yes, Matthew has done his chore. Now, we need a dead man’s toe and make it a fresh one!”             Matthew seemed to dance around the cottage chanting “dead man’s toe” while his brother actually put the ingredient into whatever they were brewing. Kenneth walked back over to the cauldron and smirked, it was almost time. Adam’s eyes widened when Nicholas started sniffing around the cottage, very much like a dog and stopped right under the landing where he was hiding.

            “Kenny, I smell a child.” Nicholas said almost proud of himself. Kenneth sighed and once again pulled Nicholas by the ear ‘A common occurrence’ Adam mused to himself. Kenneth gestured to Kristen who was sitting about as still as a statue, “And what dost thou call that?” “A child.” Nicholas sighed.

            Kenneth dragged him back over to the cauldron “Now add a bit of thine own tongue.” Adam flinched when the three witches bit off parts of their tongues and spit them into the cauldron which let out an eerie smoke. “We shall start with this one. And now with our potion complete we shall suck the lives out of the all the children in Salem and be young forever!” the three unholy creatures cackled whilst Adam was horrified.

            He was broken out of his stupor when he saw Kenneth holding a large wooden spoon to Kristen’s mouth. “Open up, girl.” He snarled hatefully before Adam yelled “No!” and jumped down from his hiding spot. “A boy!” Matthew and Nicholas cried, although the former sounded almost excited to see him.

            “You fools! Get him!” Kenneth cried as he tried to get Kristen to open her mouth. Matthew and Nicholas chased Adam around the cauldron once, twice, before a tug of war began between the three of them, the potion teetering close to spilling out. Adam finally gained the upper hand and knocked Matthew and Nicholas over a table covered in ingredients. He ignored Kenneth’s wails of anger as he tipped the potion out of the cauldron and onto the floor.

            Charging at Kenneth, Adam let out a shriek of pain when he was electrocuted once, twice, three times before being held against the wall by the curly haired witch’s ungodly gifts. “What to do with you…” Kenneth snarled until his attention was caught by Nicholas going “Kenny, look.” In an almost sing-songy type voice.

            Adam’s eyes almost came out of their sockets when he saw his younger sister glowing, and an almost ethereal sheen surrounded her. “Yes! ‘Tis her life force, the potion works! Now take my hands brothers, we shall share her.” Kenneth said, and each took one of his wrists. Adam tried to remove himself from the wall while the three witches drained his sister’s life before his very eyes. He could feel the tears slipping down his face as he watched Kristen’s hair go from brown to grey as she greeted death.

            His focus was once again grabbed by the witches as Matthew let out a happy shriek “I’m beautiful! Boys will love me!” “We’re young!” Nicholas let out a laugh that sounded almost as if a kettle was coming to a boil. Kenneth, who was admiring himself in a looking glass turned to look at his brothers “Well, younger,” he paused for a moment before a wicked smile graced his face “But it’s a start!” The three happily danced around the cabin before Adam yelled “You hags! There are not enough children in the world to make thee young and beautiful.”

            Matthew looked quite offended at what Adam had said but Kenneth had beaten him to saying something “And what to do with you? Brothers! Did you hear what he called you?” Adam still looked defiantly at the trio whilst Kenneth called out for his spell book. Adam watched with fear as the book floated towards Kenneth’s open arms.

            “Oh my darling book, what shall we do? Hmm… boils, crib fever, cholera, oh we can do better than that I think,” blue eyes scanned the pages of dark magic until he was satisfied. “Oh! Perfect, as usual,” Kenneth slammed the book shut and placed into Matthew’s awaiting arms. “His punishment will not be to die. But, to live forever with his guilt.” Nicholas and Matthew seemed to be practically vibrating with excitement while Adam had never prayed more for his God to take him now. “As what Kenny? As what?” Matthew asked very much like a child.

            “Get back!” Kenneth and to their credit, Matthew and Nicholas obeyed their older brother as they stared down the young man. “Twist the bones and bend the back,” Kenneth recited whilst Matthew and Nicholas spoke in what Adam thought to be Latin but he wasn’t sure “Trim him of his baby fat,” The other two continued chanting and Adam felt a hot, blistering feeling start to overcome him. “Give him fur black as black. Just,” Kenny put his hand out. “Like,” Nicholas followed suit. “This.” Matthew followed his brothers’ lead and they lowered their hands in unison causing Adam to let out a howl of pain as the burning sensation overwhelmed him and he shrunk.

What felt like a few centuries was probably only a few moments before Adam realized the witches were laughing at him. He went to say something and was terrified when cat’s yowl came out of his mouth. They had done it. They had turned him into a cat. Matthew reached his hand down to pet Adam and screamed slightly when Adam went to scratch and claw at him, making them cackle harder.

A banging on the door made Matthew once again scream, they could see the torches and pitchforks as the villagers tried to break into their little cottage. “Hide the child!” Kenneth hissed as he and Nicholas went to hold the door closed. Adam watched with his now large green eyes as Matthew just covered Kristen’s body with a blanket, as if that would disguise what was done to his sister.

“There are no witches here, sir!” Nicholas said as he and Kenneth bared their body weight on the door “Just three kindly old gentlemen.” The curly haired witch said as the door moved slightly. Matthew, being completely unaware for a moment yelled “SUCKING THE LIVES OUT OF LITTLE CHILDREN!” Adam lamented that he could no longer laugh as Kenneth tried choking his brother for his stupidity, pulling his weight off the door and therefore allowing the villagers in.

The witches were quickly arrested and brought to the gallows. Alexander holding onto the unholy spell book as the three were fitted to nooses. “Kenneth Sanderson?” Adam and Kristen’s father and said man turned to look at him “Yes?” “I will ask thee one final time,” he began before Kenneth cut him off with another “Yes?” “What hast thou done with my son, Adam?” Kenneth looked around finding the atmosphere around him suddenly more interesting. Adam’s father soon lost patience and yelled “Answer me!”

Kenneth allowed some sort of grin to cross his face before he said “I don’t know! Cat’s got my tongue!” which left him and his younger brothers cackling madly and Adam (who had followed the horde) hissing at the witch’s cruel dig.

“This is terribly uncomfortable.” Matthew said as he moved his neck around in the noose. Without warning the trio began singing and cursing the town which had all the villagers covering their ears. Making Alexander drop the damned spell book.

Adam watched with his round green eyes as the spell book opened itself and flipped manically until it reached its desired page. “Fools! All of you!” Kenneth cried “My ungodly book speaks to you. On all Hallows Eve when the moon is round, a virgin shall summon us from under the ground! We shall be back and the lives of all the children shall be mine!” The three witches once again began cackling like madmen before Adam’s father signaled for the barrels to be removed and the brothers were hanged.

As the villagers began walking back to their homes, Adam as quick as he could in his cat form ran towards his father and began rubbing up against his leg. “Away,” His father nudged at him but he was persistent “Away beast.” And his father practically kicked him so the cat scurried off. He looked back at the gallows and back towards the witch house, he knew what he had to do. It was his duty now to protect the house, it was his duty to make sure that no unintelligent virgins lit the candle that would bring the witches back.

He swore to do it until the day he finally died.

#aew imagine #aew x reader #kenny omega x reader #matt jackson x reader #nick jackson x reader #hangman page x reader #wrestling imagine #wrestling AU

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A Day at a Time

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Starring - Our wonderful O/C’s, Hangman Page, Daniel Garcia, Eddie Kingston, 2.0 and Max Caster (small appearance from Wheeler Yuta)

Category - Fluff, angst, comedy

Part 1/?

Summary - Kelani Williams and Jasmine Scott. Polar opposites, but best friends. Jasmine faces struggles in her relationship with Daniel Garcia, while Kelani struggles with even being in a relationship at all.

Warnings/Other author’s notes - This includes talks of being scared of sex in relationships. And as always, make sure you follow @adriii-omega !!!

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“This one is a real slobber knocker folks,” Good Ol’ Jr said, as he sat at the announce table talking with his broadcast partners, “You’re right about that Jim. These two women are really going at it.” 

Jasmine Scott and Kelani Williams. Now from this angle, it may seem like they hate each other… 

“YOU’LL NEVER BE BETTER THAN ME.” Kelani yelled, before delivering a hard slap to Jasmine, getting an echo through the arena. Jasmine held her cheek, beginning to taste blood from the side of her mouth. She rolled out the ring, taunting the fans behind the barricade as they delivered their reactions. She raised a middle finger to them, earning an even louder chorus of boos. 

“I hope she trips down the stairs.” Jim insulted. “Get your business done in the ring, Kelani.” He said with an annoyed tone. 

As if she could hear him, Kelani turned her attention back to the her opponent only to be hit by Jasmine’s extremely impactful, suicide dive. She held her ribs, trying her best to get the upper hand in this match again.

Jasmine wobbled around a bit, trying to find anything to use for her advantage. She lifted the ring skirt, smirking to the camera, as she pulled out a table. The crowd erupted, as she slid it into the ring, with Kelani right after. Jasmine picked up a half bent kendo stick, targeting Kelani. Her eyes went wide, and she put her hands up in a prayer, “DON’T HIT ME. PLEASE. I’M SORRY. TRUCE? TRUCE? TRUCE—”

Jasmine cracked the side of her arm, sending a shock of pain through her. She screeched, before attempting to get up and only getting another crack in return. 

“It must be Jasmine’s birthday, cause she’s hitting Kelani like she’s a piñata.” Excalibur snarked. Tony laughed, “Good one.”

After more shots, Kelani laid in the middle of the ring, welts already beginning to form. Jasmine sat the table up, feeding into the crowd's energy. She quickly laid Kelani on top, before climbing to the top rope, then delivering a beautiful 450° splash.

1…2…3.

Now, if you took off the wrestling gear, and got rid of the bigger than life personas Jasmine and Kelani had…you would know they’ve been inseparable since they met. 

Kelani waited until Jasmine got through the curtain, pulling her in for a bone crushing hug. “You. Were. Incredible.” Jasmine whispered over and over, out of breath. 

“No, you. Next best thing.” Kelani winced, as she began to feel her adrenaline return back to normal. “You may have cracked every single one of my ribs though…” Jasmine gasped, before stepping back, “I am so sorry.” She took her finger and poked her side with a bit of pressure.

“WHAT THE HELL JASMINE-”

“THAT'S FOR SLAPPING ME!”

“Wasn’t you abolishing me with that kendo stick ENOUGH?” Kelani rubbed her side, “I’m not driving anywhere tonight. Someone else better take the wheel.” 

Jasmine laughed at her best friends’ reaction, “I think Ang, or Matt are in charge tonight, so neither of us have to worry about—Oh!”

Daniel Garcia had crept behind the two, pulling Jasmine into a hug from behind. “I could watch you wrestle for hours.” He told her, as she tried her best to turn around. He loosened his grip, before turning her around to deliver a kiss.

Kelani rolled her eyes before looking away. Don’t get her wrong, she loved Garcia and Jasmine to death, and she was nothing, but happy for them, but Kelani Williams did not do relationships.

“Hello! Earth to Kelani!” Garcia snapped his fingers, making her turn her head, “I’m sorry? What?” 

“I said, you did great out there, punk” He lightly punched her shoulder. “Thanks, that means a lot coming from you.” She winced. 

“You alright Kelani…you zoned out on us.” Jasmine asked worriedly, “Daniel, and I were about to get something to eat…you could come if you like.” 

“No, I got to talk to Tony Khan about something… I’ll see you guys after the show.” She gave both of them a tight lip smile, not wanting to make them feel bad. Garcia shrugged, before taking Jasmine’s hand and pulling her through the crowd and out of the room. 

Kelani watched as they walked away, hand in hand. She sighed to herself, “I wish I was in a relationship…it sucks that Griff had to ruin them for me.” She looked around the room, trying desperately to find one of her few friends to get away from the awkwardness of being alone. She scanned the room, locking eyes with someone she was definitely not expecting.

Hangman Adam Page. The AEW World champion. Looking at Kelani. She was a bit taken aback, she thought it was cause she had scars from the kendo stick, maybe pity for her awkwardness, but this look was definitely not that.

Hangman smiled, shifting his eyes around, making sure no one was coming, before he pushed himself off the wall he was leaning on, walking slowly towards Kelani.

She panicked, she quickly scanned the room again, before spotting one of her best friends, Wheeler Yuta. “Yuta!” She shouted, speed walking towards him to make her escape.

“Hey, Lani! Great match out there. You ki- OH- we’re walking the other way,” Yuta gasped as she dragged him the opposite direction, away from Hangman.

Adam stopped in his tracks, staring at Kelani as she speed walked away, he arched his brow, “I wonder what her deal is? …Did I have crazy eyes or something?”

He stared at her a second longer, before putting his championship over his shoulder, getting ready for his segment.

******

Daniel, Jasmine and Kelani all walked in a line, Jasmine in the middle, luggage in hand. “I’m sooo glad that Matt and Angelo offered to drive, I could not handle being behind the wheel again.” Kelani said, stopping at the curb, waiting for 2.0 to pull around with the rental.

“Yeah, lord knows you’ll almost kill us again.” Daniel said, rolling his eyes. “Well SOME COUPLE didn’t wanna take turns cause they were cuddling in the backseat!” “OKAY LISTEN HERE KELANI-” Jasmine put a hand on each of their chests, separating them, just in time as 2.0 pulled up in the minivan.

Angelo Parker rolled down the window for the passenger side, “Did someone order a cool dude mobile?” Kelani laughed before walking towards the trunk, “I hate you.”

Matt Menard turned around to look at Kelani from the driver’s seat, “Watch that mouth young lady or you’re grounded!” “Ha! Who’s the trouble sibling now!” Daniel laughed, putting his and Jasmine’s luggage into the trunk. “You do know y’all aren’t actually related right?” Jasmine asked, climbing into the van after Kelani. “Hey,” Angelo pointed a finger at Jasmine, “Kelani is our child cause we said so! Not that NERD Christian Cage, as he claims.” Kelani squinted her eyes, “You guys are NOT gonna be in a custody battle for me!” 

Matt Menard pulled off from the curb, to the street and onto the interstate to get to the hotel. Matt and Angelo were singing along, poorly, to the song on the radio, while Jasmine and Kelani scrolled through their social media, Daniel dozing off on Jasmine’s shoulder. 

Jasmine let out a cackle to a fan tweet, causing Daniel to shoot up, startled. “Jesus Jasmine! I thought you were bleeding.” Jasmine blushed, “Sorry, this fan on twitter is just hilarious.”

Jasmine frowned, embarrassed that she had woken up her boyfriend. That was the difference between her and Kelani. Jasmine wasn’t shy and was definitely loud. “You’re okay, angel. You just scared me, that’s all,” Daniel reassured Jasmine, putting his arm around her shoulders…but not without accidentally hitting Kelani in the face. “Ow Daniel! Watch where you’re going!” Kelani whined, rubbing her right eye.

Daniel rolled his eyes, “You are so over dramatic! I barely hit you!” “Say that to my soon to be black eye, string bean,” Kelani looked in her iPhone camera at her irritated eye, “Jeez! Cut the PDA out for 5 minutes WE ARE IN THE CAR!”

“Shut up Kelani! You’re just mad that you’ll never be like me and Jasmine! Yo ass stay single! You’re like that one tortoise that could never find a ma-”

“Daniel! Cut it out! Stop making fun of your sister, it’s her choice!” Angelo said, turning around in the passenger seat to yell at his fake son.

Kelani sank into her seat, Daniel was right, she was always single. It wasn’t a choice, she was completely terrified of relationships entirely.

The other four engaged in a conversation after Angelo and Daniel were done going back and forth. Kelani popped in her airpods, she wasn’t confrontational, so she decided to do what she always did, listen to Kendrick Lamar, sleep it off and just…let it go.

They pulled into the hotel, Angelo turned around in his seat to lightly shake Kelani’s knee, who was leaning on the cold window, lightly snoring. “Lani, we’re here. Wake up.” Kelani groaned, putting her airpods back in the case.

They stopped at the curb. “I’m gonna go get a luggage cart, you go park.” Angelo said, hopping out the passenger seat. Matt pulled into a parking lot, the three in the backseat getting out to get their luggage.

Angelo came back with the cart, him and Matt putting all the luggage on it, walking to the entrance of the hotel, Daniel walked ahead with them, while Jasmine and Kelani stayed back.

Jasmine leaned down to whisper in Kelani’s ear, “Do you think I can stay with you tonight?” Kelani kept whispering, “Yeah, what happened to rooming with Daniel? Did something happen?”

“I’ll tell you later.” Jasmine said, getting a nod from Kelani in return. When the girls reached inside, Angelo was handing out the room keys. He handed Kelani her’s when Jasmine kissed Daniel on the cheek, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Daniel looked at her, confused, “I thought you were rooming with me tonight?” Jasmine put on her best fake laugh, “You know I sleep best when Lani is big spoon.”

The girls grabbed their luggage, walking to the elevator, Daniel’s frown implanted into Jasmine’s brain.

After settling in, changing into their pajamas and turning on a movie, Kelani and Jasmine sat on their shared bed.

“Thanks for letting me room with you. I know you didn’t expect it but…” Jasmine pursed her lips, trying to find the words to say. “It’s no problem! We share a bed all the time…can I know why the sudden change? You’ve been rooming with Daniel a lot recently.” Kelani questioned, putting her legs under the covers.

Jasmine took a deep breath, “Daniel wanted to have sex the other night. And I freaked out! It was just kissing and then he touched my thighs, then he started touching-” “Okay okay! Not that I don’t love listening to your problems, but I’d rather not have the image of that.” Kelani said.

Jasmine playfully slapped Kelani’s arm, before continuing, “Well, I was about to find some excuse, when thankfully, Eddie Kingston called me about a prank I pulled on him.”

“So, is that why you’re rooming with me? Cause you don’t want to have sex with him?” Kelani asked, grabbing Jasmine’s hand. “No, that’s not it. I do, but I’m just scared? I just don’t want it to end up like Cash. What if we have sex and things end?”

Kelani sighed, “Jasmine, your feelings are valid. But I’ve seen the way Daniel looks at you, and you should hear how he talks about you when you’re not around. I think if you talk to him, he’ll understand. Don’t let some one night stand with Cash Wheeler think otherwise.”

Jasmine smiled, pulling Kelani into a hug, “Thanks, Lani. I love you so much.”

“I love you too. NOW, am I big spoon?” Jasmine giggled, “Yes, always.”

The Next Morning

Kelani scanned the hotel breakfast bar, none of it really catching her eye this early. She rubbed her eye a bit, before her eyes landed on the fruit. She grabbed an orange, then a bottle of juice from the mini fridge on the counter. She grabbed her phone out of the pocket of her shorts, turning up the music in her airpods.

She looked up at the last second, before running full on into a chest. She looked around the floor, and at the person’s chest, “No food anywhere, cool.”

She looked at the person, just her luck, she had run into Hangman Page. “I- I am sooo sorry! I was just trying to change the volume and I wasn’t looking where I was going.” She stammered. Hangman put his hand up to stop her, “Don’t apologize, things happen.” He smiled, looking down at the floor, before crouching down to grab her phone that she dropped.

Coming back up, the home screen lit up, he read the song name, before looking up at her, “Tyler, The Creator? I love him too! Is Yonkers your favorite song?”

She blushed, before her eyes lit up, “No, actually my favorite song is actually Where This Flower Blooms. Erm- what’s yours?” She spoke lightly, he almost didn’t even wanna speak too loudly, she seemed…fragile. 

“I’m actually more of an Igor fan myself, I’d probably go with Running Out of Time.” He laughed, stepping a bit closer to her. “Oh, that’s a good one. Who knew a cowboy liked Tyler, the Creator?” Kelani laughed, her teeth biting her bottom lip. 

“Yeah. I think it was actually one of your stories from like…a year ago that made me wanna listen to him. You’ve got good taste!” He commented, smiling. She opened her mouth to say another thing, when she was interrupted by her daily nuisance.

“WHAT is so important that you’re stopping me from eating the most important meal of the day?!” Max Caster groaned, “You guys can get nasty somewhere else, I’m tryna put some syrup on my damn waffles!” He annoyingly cut in between them, stepping on Kelani’s slipper. She pulled her foot back, “Ouch, you didn’t have to-”

“SKEDADDLE, WILLIAMS.” He spat close to her face, laughing as she flinched slightly. He tried to walk past them, before Hangman stuck his hand out, almost making him drop his plate. “You got some nerve talking to her like that, in front of me.” He bit the inside of his mouth, “Plus, we were having an EXTREMELY important discussion, that you just interrupted. Which means, we must have a problem.”

Max stood in terror, as Hangman grabbed the collar of his shirt. “The waffles here aren’t even that good.” Caster swallowed his fear, looking back at Kelani, “I’m so sorry-”

“Don’t look at her. Get outta here!” He pushed him back, as he clutched his plate, and scurried out of the line. He sighed, before beginning to speak again, “As I was saying…you’re really-” He stopped mid sentence, realizing she wasn’t there anymore, making him wonder if she was even real anymore.

“EDDIE. EDDIE. EDDIE.” Jasmine poked at her close friend, “Why aren’t you looking at me!”

“Damn girl, what the fuck do you want!” Kingston said with a mouthful. She grinned, “Look what I can do!” She stood back, making sure there was enough room around her, and perfected a cart wheel. 

Eddie looked back at her with disapointment. “Is…that all Jasmine?” He cracked his neck to the side, and stabbed his plate with the fork. She looked at him with innocent eyes, “Yes. I have been practicing for a couple weeks.”  He creepily smiled at her response, “That’s great sweetie! I know somewhere else you can practice at!” He clapped his hands together, “In the middle of New York traffic, you damn pesty mosquito. SHOO before I shove my timberland boot up your ass.” 

Jasmine gasped, trying her best to hide her laughter, “You sir, need a loved one..” 

“I heard, your mom was interested in me…”

“GOODBYE EDWARD.” Jasmine groaned, beginning to leave, before quickly snatching a piece of bacon off his plate. “GOD DAMN IT SCOTT-”

She chuckled, as she ran out the room stopping seeing Kelani walking back into it. 

******

Garcia walked in after Jasmine. She sprawled herself on his bed, “I could lay here forever.” She mumbled. Daniel laughed before taking a seat at the edge. “It was kind of weird not sharing a bed with you. I usually have the blanket pulled off me a couple times a night and—”

She shot her head back up, “Daniel…” He held his hands up to stop her, “Did I do something wrong last night? I didn’t mean to make you upset, or angry with me.” It was her turn to cut him off, as she put her hands on his shoulders. “Babe, no! You did nothing wrong. It’s just…nevermind, it’s dumb.” Her voice trailed, making Garcia’s brows furrow with worry. “No. Tell me.”

She began to pick at her nails, “I just,” she began to look around, avoiding his glare, “I didn’t want to sleep with you.” Her face cringed at her words. Daniel stared at her with no expression, “…Do I smell— wait a minute if you don’t wanna sleep with me, then WHO are you trying to fuck!?” Daniel furiously stood, making Jasmine’s eyes widened. “NO ONE! THAT IS NOT WHAT I MEAN.” She began to nervously laugh, “The last night we were together…you started touching me, and I thought you wanted to do more. I got nervous, and freaked out…I’m not ready right now.”

Daniel let out a breath, “Oh baby… why didn’t you just say so? I feel so stupid. I am so sorry,” He pulled her in for a hug, and began to rub circles on her back, “Thank you for letting me know.” A couple tears ran down her cheek, “You’re not gonna leave me?” She sobbed. A small laugh left him, “Of course not Jasmine,” He wiped her face with his thumb, “You’re too pretty to let go. I’ll wait for you.” He kissed her forehead, and grabbed both of her hands, “We’ll go slow. Just tell me if it’s too much.” Daniel kissed her hand, as she slowly nodded. Her shoulders untensed, and her breathing went back to normal as they both laid back in the bed, and let sleep take over them together.

“No way, Flower Boy is his best album.” Kelani said, taking a sip from the now warm bottle of apple juice. “C’mon, Igor was legendary.” Hangman argued, widening his eyes at her surprising statement.

“I think Wolf is better than Igor.” Kelani commented, pursing her lips as the champion looked at her, wide-eyed. “You better watch it, Williams. Stuff like that can get you hurt.” Adam joked, putting on a “scary face”.

Kelani fake gasped, “Shiver me timbers! So terrifying!”

Hangman couldn’t keep up the act, when he started laughing. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love Igor, but I just think that…” Kelani’s voice faded as he let his mind wander. “She’s really pretty…I wonder why she ran away last night. Is she that shy?” He let his eyes look at her lips, as she looked around the room during her rant. “Why have I never talked to her before? I could talk, hell, even look at her for hours.”

He was so glad Kelani came back after the Caster incident. He knew she was shy…but not that shy. She apologized for running away, looking at her feet the whole time when she did so. “I wonder why she apologizes a lot…she does seem really cool though.”

His moment in space was broken as she turned his attention back to him, “I don’t know. Maybe I’m just biased.” Kelani said, shrugging her shoulders.

Hangman thought for a second, before deciding, “Yeah, biased. But, I wanted to ask…you’re really, really cool. I was wondering, could we exchange numbers and hangout sometime? Maybe go in depth on Tyler again?”

Kelani’s heart dropped, “Fuck. Fuck no. This cannot be happening. Don’t give him your number. Don’t give him a chance. You will get hurt…but his eyes. They’re so pretty…and his curls in that ponytail…damn. NO! Stop it! You will NOT-” “Are you okay?” Hangman interrupted her thoughts, worried look on his face.

“Uh, I actually can’t give you my number…my phone…it um, won’t let me add new contacts, follow people, anything like that. Which, look at the time! I gotta go get my run in! All those carbs this morning!” She rambled, getting up from the table, not without running into a chair.

“But, all you had was an orange and juice..?” Adam questioned, actually hurt that Kelani was suddenly acting strange. “Oh, well, it never hurts to run! Bye!” Kelani sprinted out of the hotel, hoping maybe she could run a block or two and back, and he would be gone.

Hangman watched and she ran, in slippers, stumbling halfway through. He frowned, he hoped he didn’t upset her too much. Hangman stood from the table they sat at, making his way to the elevator, he passed the table where Private Party sat, drinking their not so discreet vodka cranberries.

“Nice job HANGMAN PUSSYPANTS PAGE! You fumbled the bag with Kelani! Now you’re an even bigger L.” Isiah said, smacking his lips, drinking his drink with his pinky up.

Hangman rolled his eyes, going to the elevator, he stared at the front door, which was right across from it. Kelani was already back from her run, or sprint. He looked at her with confused, and sad eyes. She ran to try and catch the elevator, but it shut before she got the chance. 

Hangman sighed, letting his back hit the elevator wall, “Fuck. She’s going to be the death of me.”

thanks for reading our new story, A Day at a Time! Part 2 coming soon!

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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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[thesupreme316]

Hi. I’ve read some of your fics and I was just wondering if your could do a x reader with either of the following (the Elite, Adam Cole, MJF, Ricky Starks, or one of the womens) I had a really shitty day at work and I wanted to know if you could do something where that after training the readers back hurts from taking bumps. My back is really bad to the point I have to go to the chiropractor along with my shoulder. I explained it badly because I feel like shit from work but just something really comforting

Honey, I hope your back is getting better (please don’t stress yourself). Imma do reactions so you can get the most comfort possible and sorry that this couldn’t come out sooner

AEW Stars React: Your back getting injured in training

Pairings: MJF x Reader, Ricky Starks x Reader, Kenny Omega x Reader, Hangman Adam Page x Reader, Willow Nightingale x Reader, Adam Cole x Reader

Word Count: 875

Supreme Speaks: hey I hope that the anon who requested this iks having a better day. I was gonna do an imagine but it was easier and quicker for me to write reactions. I hope all of you reading this also has a great day and please remember that you are loved and appreciated.

Warnings: same instances in different fonts, barely proofread

Taglist: @wwenhlimagines @hooks-martin @sheinthatfandom

Kenny Omega

Mans would notice the first time you landed wrong (Mans is the Bout machine)

He would try to correct you but ultimately decided to end the session to prevent an injury

I also think he is the one who constantly has an eye on you afterward; like you are not allowed to leave his line of sight

So you now have the task of sitting and being pretty while he fixes lunch/dinner

You are not allowed to walk around for long periods

Would give you tips on how to land safer in the future

I also say Kenny would put down a thicker landing mat for you once you are ready to train again

Would also praise you for trying to continue to train

“You are tougher than most of the boys in the back. Nick cried once from taking a bump wrong.”

Hangman Page

MANS IS A SWEETHEART

Once you landed wrong and he saw how you reacted; you were immediately taken out of the ring

“Nope. No, no, no, we’re leaving and you’re getting a heating pad.”

Would immediately get you IcyHot/BioFreeze for your pains

Tries to distract you with discussions about other topics (favorite songs, movies, etc)

Would carry you every time you wanted to walk somewhere

Bathroom? You’re over his shoulder. Want to eat? You’re being held like a baby to the table

Listens to your rants, outbreaks, cries, anything at any time of the day

Would give you massages at any time

“Please do not move too much. I want you to be at 100% next time you practice”

Adam Cole

Just like Page and Kenny, Cole doesn’t take this lightly (as he has suffered from back pains)

But I think you were landing safely and you just took too many bumps and they just started to hurt your back

Just to be on the safe side, he would book chiropractor appointments

He would go through the appointment to show that you’re not alone

Adam would also do his own observations to see if he needs to alter anything

Will readjust everything to make sure that you are comfortable

ALSO MANS WILL GET YOU FLOWERS EVERYDAY (I just see that whether it’s platonic or not)

“You’re gonna be okay and I’m so proud of you for taking everything like a champ.”

Also, he would have a bath waiting on you before you could walk in the door

That man will take care of you

MJF

Okay listen….he would try to make fun of you at first

But when he noticed that you wouldn’t even give a snarky comeback, he changed his attitude

Will spend a shitload of money just to make you feel good

Appointments? Medicine? Massages? Compression shirts? You name it, he got it.

As you start to feel better, Max will start cracking jokes

“You are a strong individual who can take anything thrown at her….except for an arm drag”

Will reference you to make his opponent feel bad

“Y/N, who is smaller than you, had to stop wrestling temporarily cause she was carrying the weight of the industry on her back..unlike you shmuck.”

Ricky Starks

Mans knows exactly how you feel

Will give you every piece of advice and equipment that helped him through his bad back

“Sleep on your stomach….or was it your side? Just go to sleep and tell me how you feel later on.”

Will make everything within arms reach for you

Doesn’t want you to enter the ring until a week later

Ensures you that you didn’t do anything wrong (wrestling is just hard at the end of the day)

Like Page, he will listen to what you have to say and will try his best to respond to it

Will support whatever you choose to do but will push you to keep going in the future

“I know it hurts now, but once you’re all better, you’ll forget this ever happened and flourish like the butterfly that you are…or something like that from Pinterest”

Willow Nightingale

Okay, I think she would freak out about everything

Tbh, she wouldn’t know what to do as she is genuinely worried about you

You would find it endearing and a little bit distracting (in a good way) as she scrambles to help you

Would worry every time you left something up, doesn’t allow you to bend down

To comfort you; cuddles everyday…every fucking day… (you betta not decline em either)

Would take online advice to heart and hope that it genuinely helps you

I can see Willow looking up what to do to help you, but she would come across different conditions and would be convinced you have it

“Do you have Osteoporosis? No? Then you have Arthritis….No I’m not calling you old.”

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[theloveoftoms]

sittin' on the dock of the bay - jake 'hangman' seresin x reader

Summary: a fun day at the beach with your boyfriend. suntanning, swimming, and shirtless hangman, what more is there to want? ;)

A/N: I had a dream about hangman about a month ago, and I finally found the time to finish editing this piece. I hope you enjoy :D (all of those steamy photos of hangman in my for you tab have been getting to me 😤🤤)

The warmth of the summer breeze rushed through a patch of long wispy grass in a way that was calming and familiar. The ocean, a colour composed of a variety of blues, was calmer than usual today, the waves rolling in like clouds in the night; quietly and gracefully.

Jake Seresin, the man you had been seeing for the past little while, invited you out for a day on the beach. Usually, the San Diego beach in the heat of August wasn't something you were fond of. It was nearly impossible to find a spot in the sand with any privacy on the beach where little children and seagulls alike weren't scavenging through your tote for juice boxes and cookies. However, dating a man in the navy had its perks; there was a private 'on base' beach that members and their families and friends could use, any time they wanted.

it was mid afternoon, about three or four, when you drove up to Hangman's uniformly neat base condo. The sun hung low in the sky and filled the air with its usual tone composed of pinks and blues and tangerine. San Diego sky's were your favourite. You parked your red Toyota in front of the lawn, and walked to the front door, tote bag in hand.

You rang the bell, and noticed your reflection in the glass of the screen door. The fuchsia bikini that you had on was one of your favourite swimsuits. The colour was flattering with both your complexion and your curves. It had a scoop neck with a small keyhole in the centre, revealing a hint of your chest. Atop of your swimsuit, you were wearing an airy white linen top - after all you were on a navy base and wanted to look somewhat presentable. And on your waist, over your matching pink bottoms was a pair of simple denim shorts. And by the time you finished admiring your outfit in the glass, there he was, hangman, grinning at you from the doorframe.

"Wow," he said, putting a hand around your waist, pulling you close, "I didn't know I loved the colour pink so much."

You rolled your eyes in a playful manner and planted a gentle kiss on your boyfriends cheek. "You all ready to go?"

Jake nodded, stepping out into the porch, putting on the pair of aviators that he so carelessly loved. Grabbing a small cooler - filled of beer and doritos no doubt- and closing the door behind him. And in a tone that was more hushed, Jake said, "might have to take that thing off of you later."

You gave your boyfriend a slap on the arm and smirked, "in your dreams hangman."

From Hangman's near seaside apartment, it only took about five minutes until the two of you were seated comfortably on the blanket that you had brought. The sun was brightly shining above and your toes were in the sand. There were a couple of other people on the beach; a family of four, a couple, and people by themselves, suntanning against the backdrop of the sand. Overall, it was pretty private. Not too loud, but not too quiet either. Perfect.

Seated on the blanket, your wavy hair blowing in the wind, Jake opened the cooler, revealing a six pack of vodka coolers and copper-toned beer bottles. "Want anything hon?"

"I'll take a beer," you said, slipping out of your denim shorts, and quickly covering your legs with them bottom hem of your linen shirt.

"Thats my girl," he said, handing you the bottle.

The two of you lay out in the sun, talking and laughing, and enjoying your drinks. This was relaxing and very unlike any date you had ever been on with Jake. Generally, your dates involved a loud bar or some sort of activity you usually wouldn't do, like karaoke singing or axe throwing. It was definitely a change of pace to have some leisure time with Hangman, but it was actually quite nice to simply just relax beneath the sun with him at your side.

However, after laying out for nearly thirty minutes, it began to feel a bit too hot for you. Your boyfriend, who was somehow asleep, didn't stir when you whispered his name, I guess it would be a solo swim. You took off the remainder of your accessories, like your sunglasses and woven bracelet, Birkenstocks, and white linen shirt and began a leisurely walk out to the ocean.

The bay was calm, the waves tricking in against your legs as you began to wade slowly into the water, kicking about the waves as they rolled in. The water was colder than you had thought, but it felt refreshing compared to how the sun was baking down onto your skin moments ago.

You swam around until you were cool enough, splashing in the waves, letting the salty water refresh you, until you were almost too cold.

The walk out of the ocean was never as glamorous as the walk in. Your hair, which had been perfectly blown out in a wavy pattern, was now darker and clung together in a way that was not luxurious. Your swimsuit didn't have the same pink shimmer to it as it did before, but soon enough the sun would dry you off and all would be as it was.

Back at the blanket, you had nearly dried off when Jake had finally woken up, grinning up at you. "How was the water?" he asked, shedding his sunglasses.

You folded up the magazine you had been reading, "it was great," you replied, "you looked so relaxed, I didn't want to wake you."

On your stomach, you took the liberty to lean atop of your boyfriend, planting a trail of kisses up the back of his palm, up his forearm, and up to his bicep. Jake's lips, taught in their usual smirk grinned through the process. "And to what do I owe this surprise?" he said as he propped himself up on his arms, his biceps firm, and the muscles of his chest flexing in the act.

You crawled forward, until you were laying nearly atop of your boyfriend. Looking down at him, you took a moment to admire really how gorgeous he was, with his long lashes, his oceanic green eyes, and his somehow perfectly angled jaw. Jake Seresin was here, in front of you, and very very hot. You smiled, and then kissed him gently on the bow of his lips.

The kiss tasted like summer air and a forbidden lust that seemed just out of reach. The kiss was gentle and slow, the kind that was suitable to a lazy day at the beach. But as soon as the waves broke upon the shore, Jake's tongue found its way into your mouth as his hand curled around your waist in a corresponding manner. The kiss got deeper as all you could hear was the sound of the ocean in your ears; the waves and the wind and the birds that flew above the nearby sea.

Noticing how unconfroable you back must feel from literally leaning over him, Jake did the singlee handledly hottest thing imaginable. He proped himself up on his right arm - just a bit more than before - and gently rolled you over onto you back, all while still immersed in the kiss.

Breaking the kiss, Jake, who was now on top, looked down at you, grinning, "god," he sighed, "your beautiful," right before he resumed the hot and gentle kissing pattern.

And beneath the kiss, while you smiled to yourself, Jake's hand found its way to your side, gently trailing itself up the side of your ribcage until the tips of his fingers brushed gently against the underside of your breast. "Is this okay?" he mumbled in-between kisses.

You nodded, "yes," and brought your hands around his torso and began to gently rub his muscular back.

Jake let the kiss linger into something slow and sweet as his hand trailed across your chest. Breaking the kiss, his mouth coming close to your ear, he whispered gently, "we better go back to mine before we get kicked off the beach."

You smirked, kissing him once before he rose to his feet, waisting no time in the act. "Lets see how long it takes us to get back there," you said, slipping on your sandals.

Jake grinned, "race you there."

And off in the heat of the mid-afternoon San Diego sun, you and Jake were running down the beach, back to his condo, the wind in your hair and the love in your hearts.

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[daddyhausen]

Hi if you're doing requests, could I please get some face fuck headcanons for Hangman? 💙

• face fucking headcannons — hangman adam page •

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{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact }, facefucking, oral sex { male receiving }, male orgasms, internal cumshots, throstpie

{ word count } — 247

{ pairing } — fem!reader x hangman adam page

{ genre } — smut

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it wouldn’t be a normal occurrence

he mostly reserves it for when he was in a bad mood

he would be a bit rougher than usual

although never taking his aggression out on you per say

most times he’d have you kneeled in the middle of the living room

far too impatient to take a seat or lead you to the bedroom

sometimes right in the front doorway

he’d have a hand wrapped in your hair

holding your head still as his size slipped down your throat

“takin’ my cock so fuckin’ well darlin’”

he would not be able to contain himself when you’d peer up at him

mindless, eyes all fucked out and glassy with tears

the sounds of you gagging around his thick cock

spit dripping from the corners of your mouth and down your chin

“fuck doll…you’re mouth feels so fuckin’ good”

he’d increase his speed

filling your throat with ease

now gripping your skull with both hands

he’d bury himself down the back of your throat

filling your throat with his cum

he’d clean you up

swiping any cum that spilled from your lips

most likely leading you into the bedroom or the shower so he can return the favour

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[allelitewrites]

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

A Subtle Warning

Word Count: 1630

Relationship: Hangman Page x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

A few hours later...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What?" He asks.

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

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

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[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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[smartycvnt]

danger is my middle name

pairing: adam page x reader

prompt: 5. "don't you ever do that again." + 20. "if you die, i'm gonna kill you."

Wrestling was a pretty dangerous business to be a part of. Outside of work, you liked to play things pretty safely. Adam usually was on board with that. The two of you didn't go out and party or do crazy things. Adam liked spending quiet nights in with you or going on cute little dates during the day if your schedules allowed for it. So when he came home one day with an incredibly loud motorcycle, you had been confused to say the least.

"What is that and why is it in our driveway?" You didn't like how you sounded, but this was ridiculous. Motorcycles were dangerous, and you were terrified that Adam would get hurt.

"It's a motorcycle, I bought it. Pretty nice, right?" Adam sounded proud of his purchase, like he thought you'd be on board with this. You were a stickler for safety, especially with vehicles. You didn't have anything against motorcycles personally, but they just weren't safe enough in your mind. "I'll take you for a ride in a few. Just let me get a little water first."

"I-it's okay," you tried telling him. Adam was already booking it inside of the house though. You looked at the two helmets sitting on the motorcycle. The one on the handlebars was obviously Adam's, you could tell from the design along the side he had gotten it custom made. Sitting on the seat was a smaller helmet in the colors of your favorite wrestling gear.

"Alright, let's do this," Adam said as he jogged past you. You were nervous about this, but Adam wouldn't put you in danger. Not when the two of you had spent the past few months planning your future together. Unless this was all an elaborate ruse to get rid of you.

"Don't go too fast," you said once Adam was done putting your helmet on your head. He nodded, but didn't verbally agree to keep things slow. Even just sitting on the motorcycle made your anxiety spike. When it roared to life, you clutched to Adam as tightly as you could, even though the bike wasn't moving. The bike surged forward and without even realizing it, you started screaming. Almost immediately, Adam cut the engine and helped you off. "Don't you ever do that again."

"Alright, I take it that you're not a fan of the bike," Adam said with a nervous chuckle. "That's okay, I wasn't really sure how you'd like it anyways."

"Please tell me that you're gonna be careful on this thing," you said as you looked down at Adam, who was still sitting on the bike.

"Of course I'm gonna be careful," Adam told you. You leaned against the handlebars for a moment so that you could better look into his eyes.

"I mean it Adam. If you die, I'm gonna kill you." It was hard with his helmet on, but Adam looked like he understood how serious you were. Still, you added a little something to really get your point across. "Your baby's gonna need a dad."

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