#adam page drabble

[delilahcalicocat]

《Got your back》

Rating: None

Warnings: Your heart might melt from the amount of fluff

Summary: Millie is always there for her beloved Adam Page <3

Pairing: "Hangman" Adam Page & Millie Jackson (Original Character / OC)

WC: I don't know lol :[

[Millie's POV:]

It was Wednesday Night, Adam was on his way to the ring. I was backstage still since he told me to stay back there, he was fighting against Kip Sabian. Penelope Ford was of course at ringside, so she had some sort of plan.

Adam went for a DDT, only for Penelope to distract him. Penelope was going to punch him, which was clearly unplanned.

I know Adam told me to stay backstage, but I wasn't gonna stand by and let this happen. I ran out to the ring and hit Penelope with a Powerbomb, Adam in that time hit Kip with a DDT and Got the pin.

As the cherry on top of the Cake, we stood in the ring as Adam had his arm raised, after that.

He walked towards me, and captured our lips in a kiss, The entire crowd was shocked at the action.

"Let's go Home Darlin" He said to me

"O-Ok" I said, still a little shocked about the kiss from mere seconds ago.

"I Love you Darlin'.." He muttered as we walked up the ramp to go backstage

"I Love you too Adam.." I Replied

He seemed a little shocked I understood his muttering.

"I guess. Thanks for the save." He said

"No problem, I've always got your back" I said with a little smile

Hope you enjoyed this tooth rotting Fluff story :D

#aew #oneshot #{♡}delilah's fics{♧} #drabble #aew drabble #aew x reader #adam page #adam page x reader #Adam page x OC

[of-twilight-and-moonshadow]

Dark Angel of the Bullet Club Masterlist

If you're unfamiliar, check out Emery's bio HERE.

New! Get to know Emery's rival/frenemy, Phoenix, HERE.

For more pictures, see this post here

To see what Emery's apartment looks like, see this post here.

To see what Phoenix's apartment looks like, please wait.

Emery is a singular OC (original character) i designed for small drabbles, a series of different pairings to make it easier on me in the long run instead of creating a brand-new OC from scratch for each different story.

Phoenix, my other OC, is Emery's frenemy/rival in the business. They're bitter enemies at the start, due to BCC vs Elite, but eventually have mutual respect for the other and occasionally work together to fight for the people they love.

Occasionally, I'll post polls to see which 'Coming Soon' to post/work on first.

Romantic/Implied Potential Relationships

Kenny Omega x Emery x Jay White: Return of the Dark Angel, El Phantasmo/Riley x Emery - Comfortable Silence, Rather You, Shortie, F You, Kenny x Emery - Set Up, Ambushed Again, Silence, Apologies, How They Came To Be, Safe, Hangman Adam Page x Emery: What Love Is, Midnight Insanity, New Normal, Damian Priest x Emery: Love Language, Elite x Emery: Sinister Angel, Sinister Debut, BC/Elite/WWE x Emery : Bullet Club Reunion, Kenny x Emery x Hangman: Healing, Jay White / Emery: Things Best Left in the Past Darby x Emery: Thumbtacks, Take the Chance,

Coming Soon:

Platonic/Friendship/Sibling-esque

Matt/Nick Jackson x Emery: Family, Lost, Photograph, HungBucks x Emery: They Suck, Bucks/Adam² x Emery: Told You So, Jeff Hardy x Emery: Proud, Kyle O'Reilly x Emery: Save Me, Photograph, Yuta x Emery: Over, Adam Cole x Emery: My Idiot, Best Friends/Orange Cassidy x Emery: Worried, Accent, Innuendo, Wardlow x Emery: New Alliance, BCC x Phoenix: Phone Call, Chaos,

Coming Soon: Identity Chaos - Elite (BC days) x Emery

Alignment Charts and Ask Games

Emery And Phoenix: Horror Movie, FMK variety, Emery: Interview, Phoenix:

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[silvershadow989]

A Drabble.

Adam's sat watching when it happens. He's not really watching Dynamite for any specific reason other than boredom. Silver and Reynold's are next too him, sharing some snacks between them as they also watch.

He only really pays attention when Cole's music hits, and he tells himself it's because Cole is a threat too his friends, and that's the only reason.

It's not because he's getting worried about Matt and Nick. Not at all.

So Adam watches as Cole prattles on about something, as O'Reilly and Fish piss about. He watches and frowns slightly when Matt and Nick almost huddle next too each other, away from the other three.

"The undisputed elite function on trust and unwavering loyalty," Cole's saying into the mic. He shares a look with O'Reilly and Adam suddenly feels very, very uneasy. "And anyone who breaks our trust? Well, we have to teach then a lesson." Cole's smiling now, a cruel light in his eyes. Fish disappears out the ring, while Matt and Nick shift uncomfortably.

Silver then nudges him and Adam turns too look at him. The man innocently offers him the bag with a small smile, Adam smiles back and reaches into the bag.

"Oh shiiii-" Reynold's comment is cut off by the sickening crash of metal on bone and Adam accidentally sends the bag flying with how quickly he turns.

He doesn't have time to feel bad though, because he too distracted by Fish raising the chair above where Nick's lying eerily still, by O'Reilly kicking Matt into the corner of the ring, sadistic grin fixed on his face.

He's out the locker room before he can really process what he's doing.

#aew #matt jackson #nick jackson #hangman adam page #adam cole #kyle o'reilly #bobby fish #drabble

[unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin]

I have a request for Adam page and I’m seriously thinking about writing it as sub!Adam x Dom!reader

#smut drabble #hangman adam page x reader

[basil-the-hopeful]

Another drabble...very short one because shrugs. Will expand on this one of these days

It's been a long while since he's done anything like this. But at this point, everything seems to be repeating itself. Another person getting inside his head, another broken friendship group, getting 'kicked out' of the Elite yet again…

And now laying down on another carpet with Dalton, after convincing him yet again by splaying down on it first. Only thing different was they were side by side, but they were still close enough for their arms to be so close together. Adam had his eyes closed, the carpet almost surrounding his body with the semi-soft material underneath him.

Some ache of vengeance was still lingering inside, but it's calmed down to where he could think clearly for the first time in a while. He was satisfied with the outcome, and now he trying to be at rest for now.

A lot of people were comparing his feud with Swerve with what was going on between Johnny Nitro/TV/whoever and Dalton, and he understood it to a point. Both of them got personal, and took something from them that they held dearly. But Dalton would eventually get his boys back somehow, because Dalton is stubborn as hell when you get too deep under his skin. Hangman can only replicate the safety he once had, before it was broken into.

A small push made him bristle for a second, but he opened his eyes and turned his head over to Dalton, who was looking straight at the ceiling of the locker room. A serious expression was on his face, something that didn't look exactly right on him. Then something started wrapping around his fingers, loose enough for Adam to yank his hand back if he wanted to. Instead he let them stay wrapped, squeezing back.

#Why this appeared #Who knows #but putting two people together that interacted once is very fun #adam page #dalton castle #drabble #aew fanfiction #...kind of

[astroboots]

looooooved your steven somno/cockwarming story! it did leave me wishing i could be inside stevens head though.... if u ever wanted to write a little drabble from his perspective about what he was up to while the reader was asleep i certainly would not be opposed...

I Need Some Sleep 2.0

Summary: Mini Drabble companion to I need some sleep from Steven's POV. You've fallen asleep with Steven deep inside you and the poor man tries to hold onto his failing sanity (cockwarming galore).

ASTROBOOT’S MASTERLIST | MOON KNIGHT MASTERLIST

The acrid heat of the desert made the trek across the Sahara desert unbearable and our--

Our-- journey tha-- shit.

The book lands with a thud against the mattress. Steven's eyes squeezes shut as he tries to steady his own breathing. His heart rabbiting away with a punishing pace below his ribs somewhere.

He has to finish. The sooner he finishes... He grits his teeth and picks up the book again. Steven blinks up on the page. The words are blending together. Where was he? What did he read. God, he can't remember-- He's going to have to stop from the top of the page again isn't he...

The acrid heat-- The acri--- fuuuuuuuuuck.

Steven groans, a deep and pained groan torn from the depth of his soul and needy chest as he feels you shift against him, clamped tight and warm and achingly slick around his painfully hard cock.

This is bloody torture.

The heat of you wrapped all around him, and he feels like every nerve in him is strumming with a high-pitched scream, screeching in his blood. Oh fuuuck.

You're squeezing around him again. So blissfully tight he thinks he's going to lose his mind from it.

He wants to move. No, fuck, not want... needs to.

His arm comes to his forehead as he drapes it across his eyes, blocking out the light of the room and all his vision, so that he can just... breathe, for a second. He just -- he needs to focus... finish... fuck that's what you said wasn't it? He just needs to finish and then-- then--- shit, what did you say again?

Why is he doing this again? What is he doing?

His eyes dart to the book in his hand, and the distant memory of it vaguely flashes across the remaining operating brain cell fighting to hold on, between his temples.

'Finish the work' the memory of your voice reminds him, ringing sweet and taunting between his ears. 'You’ve promised Marc and I’m not going to move an inch until you finish.'

Right... Marc... He'd promised Marc.

Marc, who had been adamant that he finished reading this tome of a book tonight, even as you had gotten increasingly cranky for Steven to join you in bed.

Marc who had nagged him from the mirror all bloody evening about finding the location hidden somewhere in the accounts of Hargrave...

Marc who -- the moment you went to sleep, with his cock buried deep inside, dangling as a reward and punishment all wrapped into one blissfully aching and torturous parcel -- conveniently disappeared into smoke. That nagging grump of a man fled the scene, the moment you sank on his cock and left Steven to his own woeful devices.

Rotten traitor. Right arse. Marc's the one who got him in this damned mess in the first place.

You hum in your sleep, soft and sweet. Then you shift again, squeezing and clamping down and ---

shitshitshitshit. This is torture. Oxygen flees from his lungs in a rush. His toes curl into the sheets, and his hips stutters into you, but you're squeezing too hard around him. He can't get deeper, can't work himself into you like this and -- God.

Steven's gonna die. Or cry. Or black out. God this isn't fair.

His grip on the edges of the book tightens, and he can feel the blood leaving his knuckles, until he's gripping so hard he can feel the bones in his fingers pressing up against the leather of the cover.

The acrid heat, he recites to himself. That's where he left off... he just needs to finish. He just needs to finish this goddamn book. Just a few more pages, and then --- then...

The slick silken heat of you tightens around his cock, the blinding pressure searing through his spine--- oh god... it's so good, you're so tight.

Sinking his teeth hard against his bottom lip, the blunt pain sharpens his mind long enough that he swears he can taste blood. He could roll you over right now. Have you on your back as he pushes you into the mattress with his body. Wrap your legs around him, thrust into you, you're so wet already. Dripping down the length of him and he can feel it leak down his cock to his stomach.

It wouldn't take much, he's nearly there. Can feel his climax looming like a threat along the tip of his tongue promising him rhapsody if he'd only take it. Maybe he doesn't even need to do that, he could grind himself into you to completion from where he's lying, it'd be so good. You'd feel so good.

But you'd told him to finish this first... Told him you wouldn't move until he's done.

Fuckfuck, he clamps his eyes tightly shut, biting down the sob punching through his throat. Pushing back the tears that are pushing behind his eyelids. His hands at his sides tightens into a fist.

He can wait. He can do as he's told. That's what you wanted...

He can do this... Just... a few more pages, he's a fast reader... Yeah... he can-- he can do this.

Nodding to no one in particular but himself, Steven opens his eyes again, and brings the book up to his face.

The acrid heat of the desert made the trek across the Sahara desert unbearable....

Author's note: gaaaah thank you for this sweetie nonny, I'm so so sorry I've held onto for it as long as I did as I did intend to write a sequel but life has just been a runaway train from me lately.

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[igncrxntripley]

masterlist & rules

requests are CLOSED!!

HELLLOOOO EVERYONE!!! thanks so much for stopping by! before you make any requests, please read through the following rules. thank you!!

requests will be posted as i have time to write them; i cannot promise they’ll be posted immediately 

i write smut, fluff, angst, and have shared some prompt posts on my page that i’m more than happy to use in a request 

i reserve the right to not fulfill a request if it is something i do not feel comfortable writing or feel as though i cannot do the subject matter justice

if you don’t specify if you’re requesting headcanons or an imagine or anything else, i will choose what ends up being written

my limits on smut are as follows:

i will NOT write anything with virginity/taking virginity/anything non-consensual (including CNC), gore/extreme violence, pedophilia, incest, or ageplay/age regression. everything else is fair game unless the request makes me very uncomfortable 

the people listed in my masterlist are who i usually write for, but the following is a more comprehensive list

the judgement day as a whole

rhea ripley

damian priest

dominik mysterio

finn balor

seth rollins

becky lynch

liv morgan

brooks jensen

josh briggs

house of black members - mostly malaki black and buddy matthews

adam page

jon moxley

jungle boy

if you have a specific person to request that is not in this list, please still request them and depending on who it is i may still fulfill the request if i feel as though i can give you what you’re looking for

please check the masterlist to see if a request has been fulfilled already

when sending a request, please make sure you include who to write for, what you’d like me to write (specifics are nice, but too specific is tricky), and a prompt from a list if that’s what you’d like. also specify if you’d like headcanons or a drabble. 

check here for all of my writings! i’ll have them organized by series/superstar and hopefully this makes it a lot easier to access everything! i’ll update as things are posted! ❤️

their secret weapon (the judgement day):

regular series: pt. 1 pt. 2 pt. 3 pt. 4 pt. 5 pt. 6 pt. 7 pt. 8 pt. 9 pt. 10 (written by @witcherfromwallachia ) pt. 10 (my version) pt. 11 pt. 12 pt. 13 pt. 14

headcanons: secret weapon’s aesthetic

headcanons: secret weapon and dominik

headcanons: secret weapon and finn

headcanons: finn’s a meanie

headcanons: in sickness and in health

headcanons: secret weapon and rhea

headcanons: secret weapon and damian

headcanons: movie marathon

their secret weapon: little black dress

their secret weapon: tag team

their secret weapon: spa night

their secret weapon: happy birthday 

their secret weapon: hall of fame

their secret weapon: and new...

their secret weapon: bad dreams

their secret weapon: first kisses

their secret weapon: attack (work in progress)

damian priest:

haters gonna hate

headcanons: meeting the parents

double trouble 

sworn enemies (spy!au)

becky lynch:

backstabber

it takes two to punish a brat (w/ rhea ripley)

brooks jensen:

headcanons: brooks jensen’s buckle bunny

giddy up

dominik mysterio:

loss

sunshine and snuggles

winners 

headcanons: bully

headcanons: father’s day surprise

rhea ripley:

nerves

blood is thicker than water

matilda 

headcanons: thunderstorms

forgiveness

headcanons: friends with benefits

finn balor:

backstage admirer

deal with a demon (series):

pt. 1 pt. 2 pt. 3

cody rhodes:

attention

‘jungle boy’ jack perry

one more night

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[celestialwhoree]

hi angieee ‼️ first time requesting here but i love ur work 😋 esp how u write simon

noticed u don’t have anything for johnny…sooo silly sex w johnny?? bc let’s be real this man will NOT stop until he’s made u laugh a bit. will lowley feel offended 😙 could be hcs or a drabble wtv ur feeling.

but yeahh u don’t have to write this but johnny’s been plaguing my mind lately so ofc u need to experience some of that too 😼 alr byebye have a good/night

BARKING FOR THIS Like actually feral, rabid, foaming at the mouth🙂 There is some Johnny stuff peppered throughout my page, I just need to stop being so fucking lazy and actually organise it!!

Anywhoo mdni 🎀 nsfw

Johnny, despite what some people may think, is far from imperceptive. Yes, he's boisterous at times, energetic and animated, but he's also sharp as a tack, and too observant for his own good. Especially when it comes to you.

The split second he takes notice of the way you attempt to conceal a wince as his thick cock nestles itself up against your cervix, he stops still. Blue eyes search your face, the way your bottom lip is held tight between your teeth and the lines at the corner of your eyes where you squeeze them shut.

"Y' okay?" He immediately questions, the calloused hand he's not using to support his weight over you coming to brush errant baby hairs from your slightly sweaty forehead. "Mhm." You manage to strain, hoping desperately that within a few minutes, you'll get used to the slightly stingy stretch of your pussy accomodating his size. You normally do. "Ye don't look okay." "M' fine." You manage to ramble, although you can already feel yourself panting, and he's barely even done anything yet. "Right." Johnny gives a slow nod before eliciting a whine from you when he pulls out, leaving you empty. The look thrown your way as you prop up on your elbows to stare at him indignantly is half worried, and half wicked. "The hell did you do that for?" He doesn't even respond, just shrugs and flops down beside you, pulling you onto his chest and notching your knee across his opposite hip, one hand coming to rest around your shoulder, whilst the other comes down gently between your legs.

"This okay?" He hums against your hairline as his deft fingers begin to swipe between your folds, collecting the sticky mess of your slick and his precum before slowly plunging his ring and middle finger in, leaving you gasping. "I'll take that as a yes." The fact that you're not smiling like usual does something to his insides, makes his brows furrow into a worried frown. Fortunately, he knows perfectly well how to remedy your lack of usual blissed out giggles.

"Johnny!" You shriek as he digs his fingers into the soft, sensitive arch just above your hip and below your ribs, wriggling them slightly, leaving you yelping and cackling as you attempt to wriggle away from his tickling. "Ye ken why they call me Soap?" He growls in your ear, not stopping his tickling, only worsening it as his stubble brushes your neck, sending a shiver down your spine in it's wake. "S' cause I got slippery fingers." "Fucking idiot." You pant at his stupid joke, although you can't help but snort out a laugh at the idiocy of your situation. "Wha' has two legs and bleeds?" He continues, adamant on keeping that brilliant smile on your face. "What?!" You choke out, somewhere between a laugh and a sob as you continue to wriggle about as he prods at the curve of your waist. "Half a dog." The way you gawk gives him the perfect opportunity to capture your lips in his, teeth clattering and chests heaving as you kiss through the barely contained laughter you both share.

Realised like halfway through writing this that I don't actually know any good jokes 🥴 so I stole ghost's

Also this was like barely??? smut??? idk the brain isn't braining tn

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[rius-cave]

NSFW ask!

Okay first of all LOVE your depiction of the dynamic between Adam and Luci, and how Lucifer's more dominant- but how do you think they'd be if Lucifer was a power bottom or a sub top?

HmmMMM I'm gonna try to not get too graphic here, but just in case I'm putting this after a cut!

People that know me know that I am an AVID supporter of switch rights. I am never a "this person exclusively bottoms and this person exclusively tops" EVER. NEVER. I can't think of a single ship I have where that's the case. I go by percentages LMFAO.

In the case of Adamsapple, I'd say Luci tops about 80% of the time. Mostly because, as much as Adam won't say this out loud, Luci tops INCREDIBLY well lolol. But yes! I definitely think Lucifer likes to receive. We all agree Lilith used to peg that man, yes? We're all on the same page about that, right? So of course he'd want some attention that way as well!

That being said, he's still on the dominant side here definitely. A big part of this is because he just Knows What He's Doing, and to a lesser extent because Adam Does Not and is also a little lazy lol. Even if Adam is feeling more active/dominant, you can still tell Luci has the upper hand here sdkfjdgdf.

So what normally happens is that Luci comes to Adam, seductive, horny, with bedroom eyes, and Lucifer just goes "I am going to ride you so hard you're gonna see more stars than when you were in Heaven" aaaaaaaand it goes all down from there lolol

(I actually wrote a small drabble about that here hehe)

Lucifer takes care of most of the work, and even if Adam flips him over on his back or something like that, somehow it's still Lucifer who's guiding him through it and has him under his metaphorical finger haha

#hazbin hotel #adamsapple #suggestive #ask

[bro-atz]

“hi cutie” — san/gn!reader drabble wc: 704 | genre: suggestive | @k-hotchoisan @eyeryis @sinnarols net: @cromernet

based off of this video

You were on the sofa reading. You got through a good several chapters of the book you were reading before placing your thumb in between the pages as a temporary bookmark and turning to look your boyfriend who was sitting at the dining table, keeping you company while the two of you did your own thing.

San was very distracted. He was on his computer staring something down. You watched as his eyes narrowed and his eyebrows furrowed as he mouthed some of the words on the screen before writing something down in a tiny notebook he had open in front of him. You observed him from your position on the sofa, saliva starting to pool in your throat as you watched his Adam’s apple bob every so often. You put a proper bookmark in your book and set it down on the coffee table before getting up and approaching your boyfriend from behind.

“Hi, baby,” you said softly as you wrapped your arms around his shoulder and placed a light kiss on his temple.

You took a seat right next to him and watched him with curious eyes as he responded with a low voice, his eyes still locked on the screen in front of him.

“Hi, cutie.”

You felt like all of the air got knocked out of your lungs. Just watching the way his neck moved with the inflection of his deep voice made your stomach do all sorts of somersaults and your face flush red. You didn’t even realize that you actually stopped breathing for a solid thirty seconds or so until San licked his lips, his attention still on his computer screen. You inhaled sharply before immediately covering your mouth to prevent some sort of embarrassing noise to escape, the sound of your hand slapping your mouth resounding in the room.

“What’s wrong?” San eyes went wide and he immediately shifted his attention to you.

You shook your head, your face only getting hotter as he looked at you with intrigue. A small smile appeared on his face as he watched your reaction, the smile growing bigger as he reached out for you to sit on his lap and give him a hug. As you did so, he gave you a light kiss, the warmth of his lips lingering on yours. You cupped his face and observed his facial features, your fingers ghosting over the beauty marks on his face as your thoughts shifted from dirty to pure the longer you stared at his innocent face.

“What’s on your mind?”

“You’re such a cutie, San.”

“What? I’m not cutie,” San said with a light chuckle before rubbing his nose against yours. “You’re cutie.”

You wanted to argue back, but you felt his firm hands move under your shirt and up your waist, his fingers pressing into your skin as he pulled you closer to him, your chest flush with his. His lips pressed against your ear and trailed down lightly, the sound of soft, wet kisses echoing in your ear. You moved your own hands to his neck and let your fingers brush along the length of his neck, your thumb rubbing against his jawline. The dirty thoughts from earlier returned to your head, and it took everything in you to keep your raunchy noises down the more you felt his eager fingers trail up and down your hot skin. A squeak finally slipped out of your mouth when pressed his lips against yours once more and you felt his hands go under your bra.

“See? How can you makes noises like that and say that I’m the cute one?” San teased you.

In response, you lowered your hand to his crotch and pressed against his bulge firmly, San muffling his own moan. You smirked slightly as you shot back in the same teasing tone, “How can you make noises like that and say I’m the cute one?”

“Then let me prove that you’re the cute one and not me,” San said, his voice slightly huskier.

You squealed when he moved his hands so that they were under your thighs and lifted you while standing up before briskly carrying you into the bedroom, his lips passionately entangled with yours.

#san #choi san #choi san ateez #san ateez #ateez san #ateez choi san #broatz #san ateez drabble #san drabble #choi san drabble #ateez san drabble #ateez drabble #ateez #cromernet #no but it's the way i lost my gd mind watching this video on repeat #brb gonna go rewatch the whole live now #Spotify

[delilahcalicocat]

~Can't Sleep~

{Rating: Fluff to the point you will smile and won't stop smiling for the next year}

{Warnings: Insomnia, Kissing, Snuggling, Swearing.}

{Pairing: Hangman Page x Millie Jackson}

「Summary: Millie gets a job for AEW, and as a promo for Dynasty. She must kiss Swerve Strickland. Only for it to get to her own boyfriend who thought the whole thing was real」

(WC: around 900)

[Millie's POV:]

My stomach churned as Tony explained his plan for dynasty... 'Kiss Swerve'? Fucking disgusting, I only ever shared kisses with Adam. My boyfriend, I tried to explained to Tony but he was forcing me out of his office.

I headed towards the ring, my stomach about to retch everything up. I kissed swerve and then ran off like I was supposed too.

Only to run into Adam.

"What the Fuck? You fucking cheater!" He said

"Adam.. it's not like that at all, Tony planned that shit... I didn't even want to do that fucking bullshit, I wanted to vomit halfway down to the ring!!" I pleaded truthfully

"Really? You expect me to believe that?" He sighed

He explained we can talk when I have proof, I ran off in tears that night.. Adam was my boyfriend, and Tony had to fuck it all up...

That night in my hotel room, I tossed and turned. My insomnia from when I was 15 returned. Haven't seen it in 10 years and 9 months.

I decided to bite the bullet and FaceTime Adam..

{FaceTime}

"What. It's like 1:00am?" He asked

"Ok listen, Swerve was joking around backstage a couple weeks ago. He said to Tony he'd kiss me to cause further Rivalry between you and him, We didn't even kiss either. He just covered our faces with his hands because we both have partners. Please believe me Adam! I can't sleep without you here! I feel like I'm gonna bawl!" I pleaded

"Wow Really? Well shit, I'll be over at your hotel room in like 20 minutes" He said

{20 minutes later}

Adam kissed my head and snuggled against me closely, I passed out and was asleep almost instantly when he'd sat down on my bed.. I'm so glad he atleast was able to realize he was wrong about this whole thing and he actually gave me a heartfelt apology

<3

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[plentyoffandoms]

Feb 2024 Author/Fic Recommendations

I am going to be treating this like my own personal library for my favourite stories, so that way, I can come back and read them again and again.

If I have someone's full Masterlist listed, that is because I love their work and everything they write is good to me.

Please heed peoples warnings & tags. Some stories are 18+.

Masterlist - @valeskafics (18+) truly read everything. Just chefs 💋 - House of the Dragon, Game of Thrones, Saltburn, Ewan Mitchell Character's, & so much more.

Mafia 141 - @groguspicklejar (18+) - Call of Duty

Business Trip - @drabbles-mc - Miguel Galindo x F!Reader

Tear in My Heart: Mission Happily Ever After? - @im-just-a-mississippi-girl - Pairing: Single!Dad Matt Jackson x Teacher!Reader (wrestling)

Simon Says - @hidden-ember (18+) - captain john Price x fem!reader | simon Ghost riley x fem!reader - Call of Duty

Daddy's Biggest Fan (Drabble) - @theworldofotps - Hook x Reader (Wrestling)

Masterlist (18+) - @konigsblog - multiple COD characters. Hard to pick a fav story

Richie Jerimovich Masterlist (18+) - @foreveraimingtowardsthesky will read the others, by love the Richie stuff so far

Safe - @madhatterbri - AU Will Osprey

Photograph - @madhatterbri - AU Hangman Adam Page

#fic reccomendations #ewan mitchell characters #call of duty smut #cod smut #house of the dragon #hotd fic #hotd smut #multiple characters #wrestling #mayans mc #Miguel Galindo #will add more #wrestlers x reader #wrestler x f/Reader #richie jerimovich #the bear

[unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin]

I always point this out because I really like the idea of writing it, I just struggle to come up with prompts for it.

You can request poly!fics for the Yandere prompts. I’m poly, and love writing stuff like that

#aew #fanfiction #request #wwe #kenny omega #tony khan #funny #aew headcannon #tony khan x reader #hangman adam page #nick jackson #wrestling #matt jackson #cody rhodes #smut #tk tony khan #ace austin #all elite wrestling #impact wrestling #aew drabble #Yandere

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Under Pressure

Epilogue for Sweet Treats AU: by character | chronological | epilogues

Warnings: these drabbles will include dark elements such as noncon, control, intimidation, and other stuff that may not be specified. Take this as you chance to scroll by.

Please let me know what you think <3

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You giggle and catch the back of Bucky’s head. He nuzzles your neck deeper, in defiance as you try to shove him away. He’s determined, adamant of his prize as his hand creeps up your side. Your insides lurch as your doubt swells. You push on his shoulder and squeak.

“Please, Bucky–”

He nips you and you spasm. You squeeze his shoulder, the metal plates contracting under your touch as he growls. His fingers glide beneath your shirt and tickle your stomach.

“Wait, wait, wait,” you beg and writhe beneath him, “stop, stop–”

You tug his hair and a grunt seethes against your neck. He slowly raises his head and you release the hank of brown hair, longer by the day like the new beard sprouting on his jaw. He looks very unlike the hero you admired on the front page. Different, but not bad.

“I’m sorry,” you sit up and he does too, a resigned sigh as he swallows down his disappointment. “I’m just…” you wring your hands as the guilt chases away the butterflies. It’s not just her, it’s you. “I don’t know if I’m ready yet.”

He nods as his eyes fall. He turns and sits back against the couch. His hands rest on his thighs, furling then releasing, laying flat to grip the thick muscle. He stares at the carpet.

“I’m sorry, baby doll,” he utters, “I was just… caught up.”

“No, I’m sorry,” you sit forward and put your hand on his. His fingers twitch but he doesn’t look at you. “I just… it’s all very complicated. I– I keep thinking about her and I know it hurts, Bucky, so I wouldn’t want you to do something you might regret.”

He blinks, a long harsh blink. His jaw squares and he leans his head back with a sigh. He sweeps his locks away from his face, fingers combing to the ends.

“I wouldn’t regret it. I told you, doll, I’m ready. I’m an adult, I can make my own decisions.”

You hear the frustration in his tone. You feel the same deep inside. You’re fed up with yourself and your stupid fears. He’s perfect, he wants you, so why are you so afraid? She’s gone and even if she came back, he’s over her.

“I know, I know, but…”

“Don’t make your fear mine,” he shakes his head. “If you’re not ready, you’re not ready. It’s fine. I get it.”

You shrink at his reproach. You can’t blame him. The minute it goes past the light stuff, the making out, the petting, you chicken out. What’s wrong with you? It’s you not him, you know it. You waited too long and now you're psyching yourself out.

Well, you’re done with that. You can’t keep playing with him. That’s not fair to him. The longer you wait, the more it feels like you’re wasting his time. That’s the last thing you want to do. 

You take a breath and stand. He huffs and slaps his hand back down to his thigh. “Guess you should go,” he says, “I can give you a ri–”

You turn and step around his knee, standing in front of him as your fingers twiddle at your sides. Do it, just do it. You muster your courage and slowly grasp the hem of your shirt. You roll it up your stomach and over your bra. You swipe it over your head with a final boost of adrenaline and fling it away.

He’s silent as he stares at you. His eyes cling to your torso as you bend your arms back, fumbling to unhook your bra. As you slip it off, his mouth parts slightly. You quiver as goosebumps spread across your skin.

You drop your bra and hook your thumbs in the top of your skirt. He gulps, unmoving as if in a trance. You unzip the skirt and slide it past your thighs. You stand, almost naked before him, hesitating as you twist one leg around the other. 

“Should I keep going?” Your voice sizzles in the tense air.

He leans forward slowly and brings his hands up to your hips. He urges you a step closer. You let him, quaking as his eyes rove your nakedness. He traces his fingers along the top of your panties then further down. He dances to the ribbon trim of your stockings.

“Will you leave these on?” He asks in a gravelly rasp.

You nod and push down your panties. He sits back, watching as you step out of the fabric, stocking brushing together between your thighs. You come to the edge of the couch and bend to latch onto his shoulders, straddling his lap as he glides his rough palms up to your hips. You feel him trembling too and you feel less alone. You’re both afraid in your own way.

“Are you sure?” He asks as he tilts his head up.

“Mhmmm,” you nod and bite your lip, you’ve gone too far to go back, “I want you, Bucky.”

#bucky barnes #dark bucky barnes #dark!bucky barnes #bucky barnes x cherry #bucky barnes x reader #sweet treats #au #mcu #marvel #dark!fic #series #drabble #drabble series #captain america #avengers #winter soldier

[dross-the-fish]

I've been having consistent nightmares lately and since Jekyll/Hyde is a comfort character for me, can you uh...write something about them helping a nightmare ridden anon to sleep...? If not that's completely okay!!!!!

One quick Hyde comfort drabble.

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I was reading in the study late one evening when I heard the sound of dragging footsteps and soft dismal sighing issue from the corridor. I cocked my head and lowered my book, hoping the sound would bypass the study and the distressed soul would leave me in peace, for I was not of a mind to be disturbed. I had stolen from Adam his prized book, a battered and worn copy of Milton’s “Paradise Lost” for my perusal while the behemoth was doing his nightly patrol of the grounds. It was not the words of John Milton that intrigued me, but rather the scrawlings in the margins, the crude sketches and the pressed flowers between the pages that told their own story. I desired to know my preternatural companion, the source of my curiosity being his origin and the nature of such a man-made creature as he.

It was of some interest to me, after all, the good or ill nature and capacity of man and those who were man-like. As the footsteps drew closer, I realized my privacy was to be breeched. I stuffed the book into the drawer of the end table beside my armchair and picked up a newspaper, hoping that if I looked engrossed enough in the boxing notes I might escape being directly addressed.

Luck was not with me. My unwelcome company entered the study and elected to seat themselves in the armchair adjacent to mine. I was only able to continue feigning interest in my paper for another moment or two when my curiosity won out and I glanced up to see who had joined me.

It was Anon, looking quite harrowed.

“Hello, Mr. Hyde,” they greeted me meekly.

I gave them a curt nod and an exaggerated rustle of my paper in the hopes that they might take a hint. I would have settled for outright rudeness or even violence but that damnable Dr. Watson had been giving me rather a hard time about my discourteousness. Anon did not speak further, and the quiet was not the boon I had hoped it would be. Silence when one is alone is bliss, silence when one sits in the company of a dismal acquaintance with kicked-puppy eyes is unbearable.

I peered over my unread paper at them and finally asked, “What has you up so late?”

“I had a bad dream.”

“Ah,” I returned to my pretend interest in my paper with redoubled effort.

Horrendous silence. Like a thick, miserable pall. This wasn’t working.

“What was your nightmare about?”

Anon began to confess and I must admit, their sorrow was genuine and the horrors they revealed to be the source of their troubled sleep moved me to pity.

“Hardly sounds like you’re having the fun sort of nightmares, those are…those are quite sad, anon.”

They broke down, weeping with their head in their hands. I held up my paper in front of me as though it might shield me from their misery but when it became apparent that they were not going to stop crying any time soon I finally folded it and put it away.

There was still enough of the good doctor in me to stir me to help when I saw suffering.

It seemed not all of Henry could be killed…

“How long have you had these dreams, Anon?” I asked, standing and reaching out a hairy hand to place on their quaking shoulder. I was hoping to offer some meager display of comfort. I was not prepared for them to leap from the chair and bury their face in my shoulder.

“They won’t stop! No matter what I do they won’t stop!” they sobbed.

I patted them awkwardly wracking my brain for anything that might help them. A disease of the body I could treat, or else confirm that there was no treatment and advise the suffer to get their affairs in order. Wounds of the mind were entirely beyond my ability and my desire to heal and yet…

…they way anon clung and shivered stirred an urge to try.

I lifted my arms, configuring the lanky limbs into something that resembled and embrace. Anon sagged their weight upon me, as though they could no longer hold themselves up and I found my own frame bracing to meet that weight on instinct.

Utterson had wept like this once, as though the foundation that held him upright had been kicked away. Only once, for he was not an emotional man. Henry had been the one to hold him. When a man’s father passes away it is acceptable to weep aloud and be held by a dear friend.

Somewhere deep within me I managed to find some scrap of Henry to draw into my limbs and the embrace became genuine. I remembered how to hold, how to squeeze gently and release and how to speak words of comfort.

“I’m so tired…”

They sounded small and far away. I deposited them back into the armchair, “I have medicine that can help you sleep, and a sofa in my lab. It’s quiet and clean there, perhaps a new environment will facilitate more restful slumber,” I offered.

They sniffled and nodded. I had intended merely to walk ahead and have them follow but they clung to my arm like a child and even I had not the will to snap at them for it.

I was getting soft in my old age. I’d grown two inches since joining this motley band and I was aware of new complexities developing in my person. Perhaps I was reverting back to Henry, or maybe I was becoming my own being. I hadn’t been Henry in so long I sometimes struggled to recall what I was like in his shape. Maybe he really had disappeared and Edward Hyde was becoming his own unique mix of good and evil.

Did it even matter? I would never look into a mirror and see Henry Jekyll again for I knew the moment I did he would try to finish what he started.

Anon must have noticed my sudden lapse into contemplation because I felt them squeeze my arm.

“Is everything alright?”

“Aye, it’s no concern of yours,” I replied gruffly.

They frowned but had the sense not to press me. I was grateful for that. Once we arrived at my lab I settled them onto the sofa and prepared a small herbal tea. The concoction was bitter but effective in inducing sleep. Taking note of Anon’s wan face I decided that perhaps a spoonful of honey wouldn’t hurt. They were already plagued by nightmares, at least their medicine should taste pleasant.

I returned to their side and bade them drink it, giving a nod of satisfaction when they presented back to me the empty cup. As I turned to leave, they caught my sleeve.

“Please stay? Stay until I’m sleeping?”

My impulse was to be truculent and offer to put them to sleep by bashing them in the head. But I’d already taken pains to help them, it would not do to waste my own work. I pulled my chair from my desk and slid it by the sofa, seating myself beside my patient. Before long, their lids began to droop and they drifted off to sleep. Absently I ran a hand over their slumbering head, suddenly finding that I was no longer in such a hurry to leave them.

The quiet between the two of us had turned inexplicably comfortable.

#Edward Hyde #Drabbles for anon