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daddyhausen · 11 months

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Hi!!! Yay for requests being open 😁

Could I please request a smutty Hangman please. Maybe falling into bed together after the first date?

Please and thank you!

• falling asleep on a stranger — hangman adam page •

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{ summary } — they often say you should not fuck on the first date, but adam’s presence was simply to intoxicating for you to resist

{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact } car sex, road head, mild drunk sex, oral sex { male + female receiving }, throatpie, multiple orgasms, male + female orgasms unprotected sex, rough sex, penetrative sex, vaginal sex

{ word count } — 2.5k

{ pairing } — fem!reader x hangman adam page

{ genre } — smut

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the ambiance of the quaint little italian restaurant left you with a mild flirtatious feeling. yet you could not be so sure if it was adam’s presence before you or the glass of red wine stirring a commotion of arousal in your belly. the date had been going well so far, adam had been a gentleman throughout the night, treating you like a queen despite this being the first time you two had met officially. the night was spent getting to know each other, likes dislikes etc… typical first date things.

the restaurant lights held slight pinkish, almost rose gold hue that accentuated adam’s stoic, almost god-like features, the contours of his face seemed sharper, more masculine and handsome than you thought humanly possible, his golden curls, almost looked strawberry blond under the lighting, tied back into a sleek bun, letting a loose ringlet fall by his left temple, one of which he hastily tucked behind his ear

the blues of his irises glowing that of the blue irises that decorated the footpath leading to the restaurant. his gaze never leaving yours, not for a moment, even in silence as you tried to continue your story, getting flustered by his soft stare. in his gaze twinkled the slightest bit of lust, although you could surely be mistaken, thinking that the wine was to blame. adam still held that same lustful gaze, deep blues concentrated on your lips, scanning down to your cleavage, although the little black dress you wore surely left nothing to the imagination, yet his gaze never felt insulting or demeaning, it was as if he was admiring your body, that of what he could see anyway.

“you’re staring again, cowboy” you reminded him with a playful smile, adam blinked out of his trance momentarily, although how could he not stare with the way your breasts filled the thin fabric of the dress, pushing up against the sleek satin, just about ready to burst out at a moments notice.

“what do you expect me to do when i got the most beautiful woman sittin’ right in front of me?” he remarked flirtatiously, mirroring the same playful smirk as you, nursing the glass of whiskey, stirring the glass against the table, downing the rest in one gulp, never breaking eye contact in the process

“oh you flatter me” you waved your hand slightly in an exaggerated manner, mocking royalty with your gesture as adam took your hand gently, holding it in his palm for a second, letting his thumb run over your knuckles, admiring just how small and petite your hand looked in his, how well it seemed to fit.

“i ain’t lyin’ when i say it…” the silence that fell after was not awkward, it felt rather comfortable just gazing into his eyes, hoping that the feeling you felt were not just that of intoxication. your belly swelled with arousal just at the sight of him. clenching your thighs tightly together underneath the table in hopes to try and quell your lust. just before you were able to piece together a response, adam’s voice broke you out of your trance

“shit…it’s getting late…” adam glanced down at his phone momentarily, breaking apart your hands, much to your dismay. you responded with a solemn “yeah” glancing down at your own phone to see that the clock had just ticked past 10:30pm. the restaurant would surely close soon, but you definitely did not want the date to end just yet.

“i’ll drive you home…don’t want a pretty lady such as yourself walkin’ home all by herself at this hour…if that’s alright with you?” adam’s offer seemed apprehensive, almost afraid that you would reject it and the date would end there and then. you offered him a small nod in acceptance, smiling softly as you watched adam’s muscular chest fall with a sigh of relief.

he held out his hand, awaiting you to accept, which you did graciously. he led you to his car, opening the door for you, a gentleman as always, even buckling up your seatbelt, your bodies felt so close in that moment, his chest against yours so much so that you could practically feel how fast his heart was beating against your skin. you thanked him kindly for the gesture, giving him the directions to your house before eventually beginning to drive.

he looked so concentrated, your gaze fixed on him, something about his posture was so arousing, the way his hands wrapped around the steering wheel, how his fingertips tapped against the leather in almost silent thrums, you only wished for those fingers to fill you up, feel him roam between your thighs, have his hands and tongue explore every crevice of your body, to touch him, to taste him, to feel every inch of him giving you such euphoric pleasure.

“adam…” you mumbled, although it sounded more like a whimper in the cowboy’s ears, a sound that made him hard in his jeans. he turned his attention to you in his peripherals, noticing how tight you’d clenched your thighs together. never were you one to be so reckless and impulsive with things like this, especially on first dates, but adam had this way about him, something that made you want to abandon your morals and better judgement, even if it was only for one night.

“yes, darlin’” the sound of the newly acquainted pet name rang through your ears, only drenching your panties further as you shuffled in your seat desperate for friction.

“i can’t wait…” you leaned over him slightly, palming his already half-hard cock through his jeans. the cowboy gave a soft grunt, trying his best to focus on the road and not on the impure thoughts that raced through his brain.

“i need you…” your whimpers became too much for adam to handle. the cowboy relaxed into his seat, keeping one hand on the steering wheel, the other beginning to unbuckle his belt.

“then you can have me…” he freed his cock, the appendage throbbing against his palm, thick veins littering his impressive size, the tip leaking with pre-cum, glossy against the skin.

you leaned down, offering a small kitten lick to his tip, adoring the way his breathing changed patterns even from the slightest touch, you pressed on, kissing his tip, feeling him grow fully erect against your lips, licking hot stripes up his shaft, a hand caressing the base of his cock, watching him for a change in demeanour. feeling satisfied with your work for the moment, you admired his cock, how big it was, how aroused he had become in the space of a few minutes. continuing with small kitten licks just to tease him

“c’mon now, darlin’ don’t tease me like that” his voice was low, a small chesty rumble rang through the confined space of his car.

“but it’s fun” you playfully tease him, quickly wrapping your lips around his shaft, taking the entirety of his length down your throat, holding yourself there for a moment, letting his hand fall to the back of your head for stability, fingers weaving through the stands of your hair.

“oh shit-“ he muttered through gritted teeth, feeling your cheeks hollow around his shaft, immediately beginning to bob your head. his fingers slowly starting to massage your scalp, a subtle way of thanking you for the pleasure he was receiving

adam tried his best to keep his gaze fixed on the road, but he could not help but let his eyes stare down at you from time to time, loving the way your lips worked around his shaft, how you managed to suck him off with little to no resistance from your throat.

“fuck darlin’ i don’t think i’ll be able to drive for much longer if you keep doing that” adam grunted through a deep throaty moan, knuckles painted white with the sheer grip he held on the steering wheel.

“then pull over…” you pried your head up for a moment to respond to him. a slight pop sound rang throughout the car as you pried to lips from his shaft, wiping the spit from your chin momentarily before instantly going back for another taste. he managed to find an empty alleyway in a desolate side street, away from any potential onlookers.

“i know it ain’t the most romantic place but fuck- i need you so bad darlin’” adam turned off the car, now finally being able to give you that attention you need and frankly you very well deserved. adam glanced down, finally able to watch the way you sucked him off, how you seemed so intoxicated with his cock, how you sat on your knees, pretty ass just peeking out from underneath your tight little dress. he undid the ties to your dress, pulling the thin string that held the top part together, watching the way your breasts fell out from behind the fabric, how your pierced nipples grazed against the denim of his jeans. he surely would have never expected such sultry jewellery from a seemingly innocent woman such as yourself

“you suck my cock so well…i ain’t gonna last much longer-“

adam’s sentence caught in his throat, feeling his first orgasm of the night wash over him, his hot seed filled your throat with little objection on your part, pulling off of him and swallowing his warmth, thankful to receive his cum, you kissed him, a small way of thanking him, he tasted himself on your lips, moaning into the kiss as his large palms, fell to your breasts, kneading the soft flesh.

“back seat…i need to taste you”

you obliged, crawling your way into the back seat, making sure to give him a full view of your ass as you did so. you pried up the skirt of your dress, beginning to trace delicate circles against your clit, the sensitive nub shielded by your soaked panties as adam began to strip himself. you sat there for a moment in complete bliss admiring his sculpted body, as he threw his clothes into the passenger seat.

he nestled himself between your thighs, your scent so sweet, he could practically feel the heat of your arousal radiating from your cunt, he gave a small glance in your direction for approval, one of which you happily obliged with an enthusiastic nod. before he began, he leaned up slightly, placing another sweet kiss to your lips, smearing the remainder of his cum against the petal shaped buds.

he dove in without hesitation, prying your panties to the side with his teeth, his tongue roaming around your void, sucking and nibbling at your already swollen clit, he let two fingers fall down, spreading you sweet folds, before sinking them deep into your cunt, loving the way your walls tightly gripped around his digits. his free hand remained on your breasts, tightening it’s grasp as he played and plucked your nipple piercings

“oh fuck…” you whined, hips moving in sync with with fingers, effectively fucking yourself on them. you felt adam smile into your cunt, wanting to take his time with but also wanting to ruin you then and there.

“adam please-“ your cunt quivered around his fingers, his tongue flicking your sensitive pearl with such speed you felt as if you’d release them and there.

“need to make you feel good, darlin’” he sucked your clit before pulling away with a pop, freeing his fingers from your void before lightly slapping your cunt, your body jolted with pleasure, already so overstimulated as he resumed the pleasure.

“adam! it feels so good…” adam increased the speed of his fingers, yet keeping his tongue to slow, methodical strokes. you whined his name through breathless moans, cumming around his fingers, feeling him moan into you as he sampled your sweetness. you almost felt bad for ruining the upholstery of his car seats. he did not seem to care that much.

“fuck…” he grunted, the sound drawn out as it left his lips, he stared down at your dripping cunt, adoring the way it pulsed around him, still so desperate to be filled, how a small sheen of sweat coated your skin, already so fucked out yet he’d barely just begun.

he reached into his car’s glove compartment, a box of condoms rested inside just in case of occasions such as this one, he pulled one out before you stopped him.

“no” you spoke breathlessly, almost in a daze, cock-drunk and so needy for him. adam gave a small exhale, still holding the condom, he returned to you, pressing his forehead sweetly to yours, remaining still for the moment.

“are you sure? i can always put one on just in case-“

“no adam…it’s okay…”

adam offered you a small kiss to your forehead, placing the condom back in the box and closing the compartment. he positioned himself between your thighs, lining his cock up with your entrance. he pressed his lips to yours, slipping himself inside you with ease. he felt you moan against his lips, arms instantly wrapping around his neck, keeping his gaze fixed on you.

“don’t be gentle, i wanna feel every inch of you” you encouraged, playing the the fallen strands of blonde curls that fell in front of his eyes. he gave a small nod, persisting with a rough thrust, one that made you whine in ecstasy. and feel every inch of him you did.

adam’s movements were relentless, yet calculated, every thrust he gave hit you in just the right spot, sending your body into overdrive with pleasure.

“you feel so fuckin’ good, darlin’. if i could keep my cock buried inside you forever, i would”

you leaned up, kissing him with such intense passion that he almost halted his movements. he was enthralled by your presence, how intoxicating your body was to him, how beautiful you were, how good you felt around him, adam was in complete awe of you.

you peered down, watching the way his cock filled you up to the brim, the way you could see the thick outline of him in your stomach, you were completely in love with the sight.

“adam…i’m close-“ you were on the verge of tears, already feeling them prick your waterlines, adam was a quick thinker, peppering delicate kisses to the tops of your eyelids as a way to soothe you momentarily

“so am i, darlin’” his breath was featherlight against your skin, moving up to press a longing kiss to your forehead “…can i?”

“cum inside me, adam…please”

he obliged, wrapping your legs around his waist, keeping him hooked to you as the distance between his thrusts substantially decreased.

“fuckfuckfuckfuck-“ he groaned through clenched teeth capturing your lips once more as you spilled around him, your sweet cunt pulsing around his cock, bringing him to his own release. he pumped his hot seed deep into your void, keeping himself buried deep until he was certain you’d accepted every last drop of him.

“fuck…you were amazing, darlin’”

“as were you, cowboy”

the both of you got dressed in a comfortable silence, as was the ride back to your apartment. he was still the gentleman you’d come to know, despite absolutely ruining you mere moments prior, offering to walk you back to your apartment.

before parting for the final time you turned to him, planting a gentle kiss to his lips.

“hey adam?” you questioned, watching him turn back to greet you

“how about you stay the night?”

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im-just-a-mississippi-girl · 1 year

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Cowboy Take Me Away

Pairing: Hangman Adam Page x female!reader

Category: Fluff/Slight Smut

Word count: 855

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

Warnings: Swearing

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

You can find the original request here!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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aalyssah · 2 years

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Drunk and Tired

Parring: ‘Hangman’ Adam Page x Reader

Warning: Fluff.

Word Count: 1,402

Summary: You and Adam celebrate after having amazing matches and end up cuddling. You two just want to be in each others embraces so you fall asleep.

A/N: It wasn’t supposed to be this long but hope you Enjoy!

You and Adam had great matches tonight. Adam just won the Casino Ladder Match and you were happy for him. Although your match wasn’t as important but it helped you move to rank number 4 in the women’s division so you both achieved something special and how do you two celebrate?

Beer.

What better way to celebrate than beer? Drinking an ice cold beer or even shots of Vodka or Tequila. You two decided to meet up in the parking lot after taking a shower and getting your bags ready. You were currently walking to the parking lot with your bags on your shoulder.

As you stood there waiting for Adam you scrolled through Twitter and saw how many retweeted about Adam winning the Ladder Match and how Moxley should of won but you didn't care because guess who walked out with the chip in his hand?

HANGMAN ADAM PAGE!

You smiled as you read all the comments on how people were arguing over who was better. You didn't even realize Adam standing next to you. "You ready?" His voice made you jump. "Gosh, Adam! You scared me!" You said holding your hand on you chest.

Adam laughed and it made you get butterflies. You and Adam have been friends for a very long time and you've always had feelings for him but tried brushing it off because of you're careers. He was getting popular as he came in AEW and you were slowly rising to the top and knowing Tony, he would probably put y'all in a storyline against Sammy Guevara and Tay Conti or something.

It's not that you don't want to date Adam but you feel like he's into his career and not looking for a relationship. When Dark Order member's try setting him up on dates he would say he's not 'Looking for someone right now.' He said it everytime, so he would most likely say that to you.

"Y/n? You ok?" Adam broke you out of your thoughts. "Yea I'm fine and I'm ready." You we're kind of happy because you could hear the concern in his voice, showing that he cared about you. "Ok let's go." You two happily made your way to his truck and he opened the trunk.

He put his bags in the trunk and watched as you tried lifting yours up. "No. You don't do that go get in the car." He pushed you near the passengers side and grabbed the bags of your hand and placed them in the trunk.

You didn't stop the smile from forming in your face at how a gentleman he was being. As Adam got in the car he saw the smile on your face. "What's got you smiling like that?" He started up the car and began to drive. "Just thinking about you.”

You weren’t gonna hide anything other than your feeling from Adam. “Good or bad?” He looked over at you. “All good.” Silence filled the car as the low volume of the radio playing. “I saw your match.” Adam said breaking the silence. “You did? How did I do?” You two would always give feedbacks on how y’all did in matches.

“Great but the only thing you need to do is watch the knees when doing you’re frog splash.” You nodded your head, taking notes as he told you what was wrong. You pulled in the bar and Adam parked the car.

“You ready to celebrate?” He unblocked his seat belt. “Yup but make sure you don’t drink so much. I don’t wanna drive.” Adam laughed and rolled his eyes. “Darling do you not know who I am?” Darling. When he called you that it made you wish he would call you that eveyday.

Shaking your head you unbuckled your seat belt and walked to the door. As you and Adam stepped a foot inside you saw all the people dancing, singing karaoke, drinking, eat, and all. You and Adam went to a table in the corner.

“Drinks on me!” Adam said before you even sat down. You couldn’t argue because you knew he wouldn’t give up until he paid. “Fine but next time I got it.” Adam laughed loud. “Sure we’ll see.” A waiter came over. “Hey Adam and Y/n what can I get y’all?” Adam was at the bar so many times the workers knew who he was and what he liked.

You didn’t go often but they knew you because Adam talked about you. (But you didn’t need to know that.) “Yea just some Beer for us.” Adam wanted to start off easy and not go straight to liquor. The waiter Joey went back to get the beer. “Your match was amazing! I was hoping you would win.” You stared off a conversation.

“Oh yeah? You we’re rooting for me and not Moxley?” He sounded a little surprise. You loved Jon, especially when he was Dean Ambrose so when you saw Adam vs Jon last, you were on the edge of your chair. “Of course I was but you are my best friend. You’ve been there for me in ways Moxley could never.”

Adam smiled at that statement. “Here are your drinks.” Joey came with 4 beers. He knew better than to just give Adam 1. Whatever you wouldn’t drink Adam would finish. “Thanks Joe.” Joey nodded and walked off to another table.

You took a sip of the beer and hmmed. Meanwhile, Adam took gulps after gulped and next thing you knew, it was all gone. “Damn Adam!” You giggled. “What? I love beer!” Judging by the way he drunk that he doesn’t have to tell you.

You two sat there watching people do karaoke and evening clapping when someone actually sounded sober. You drink half of your first drink and felt like you had to pee. “Imma go to the bathroom.” You got up and went to the bathroom.

You did your business and washed your hands. You walked back to the table and was surprised to see Your beer gone. “Adam why? I was gonna drink that!” You whined, sitting down. “I’m sorry it was just staring at me, begging me to drink them.” You couldn’t even be mad at him.

“I’ll buy you some later but now we’ve drink 4 beers so it’s time for a little liquor.” Yeah ‘we’ve’ drunk 4. You barley got 1 down. Adam called for Joey and he came. “Can you get us 2 shots of Hennessy and Vodka? Only fill it half way though.” Of course he chooses those type drinks. You hope he could still drive after done with those.

Joey disappeared again and came back with the shots. Adam handed them to you. “Cheers to winning our matches.” Adam toasted while clinging your glasses together. “Cheers.” You smiled while drinking it. Your smile was dropped off your face when tasting the strong drink.

Adam gulped it down without any other drink. “Drink it all.” You shook your head. It was just too strong for you to handle. “Come on, if your drink that one we can go home.” It was getting a little late and you we’re a little tired so you drunk it all in one swing. You coughed as the burning sensation went down your throat.

Adam drunk the rest of the drinks and left money on the table. He took your hand and guided you through the crowd of dancing people. You two made it outside and entered the car. You both were sober enough to drive so Adam started driving to his house.

It wasn’t far from the bar so it didn’t take but 10 minutes. As you pulled through the driveway you were fighting sleep. You heard Adam’s door open and close. Your door opened and you felt arms wrap around you. “Come on Y/n.” Adam mumbled, carrying you bridal style to the door.

Adam opened the door and kicked it with his feet and made his way to his bedroom. He took off your shirt and jeans and his jeans knowing you would never sleep in jeans. You slowly went under the covers and cuddled up in Adams side.

You wish every day could be like this but you didn’t care. All you cared about was you and Adam cuddling.

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thekentuckyhimbo · 2 years

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Stray

Pairing: HangMox, Hangman Adam Page/Jon Moxley

Warnings/Tags: implied domestic violence, non-canon typical violence, homophobia, being followed, explicit sex, hand jobs, blow jobs, anal sex, public sex, swearing, lmk if I missed any

Words: 5.7k

Summary: Adam is a single dad who waitresses at a diner at night. Mox is the grizzled, mysterious stranger who eats there in the early hours of the morning. Can Adam break through Mox’s tough exterior and wife him?

Author Notes: Soft Bottom Touch Starved Mox Soft Bottom Touch Starved Mox Soft Bottom Touch Star-

Adam rubbed a hand over his face and tightened his apron strings behind his back. His smoke break hadn’t been nearly long enough. Not that he smoked, it was just an excuse to get off his feet for five minutes. Not that sitting on a milk crate in the alleyway behind the diner was much more comfortable than being on his feet. Still, it was a different kind of discomfort.

Adam smiled warmly at the waitress who had held down the fort while he was having his break. Usually she stayed behind the counter, ringing in to-go and UberEats orders from the register.

He scooped the coffee pot up from behind the counter that he’d put on before he’d gone on his break and took it around to the few customers milling about the diner.

It was 2AM on a Wednesday morning and the only people in the diner were cab drivers and shift workers, most of whom were having their evening meals before they went home to sleep through the sunrise.

Adam knew them well, and skipped over them with the coffee. (Except for the one particularly highly strung cab driver who insisted caffeine helped him sleep.) He took the coffee pot straight to the farthest corner of the dining area, to the oldest, most peeled booth in the place. The pleather cushions were sun-faded from this corner getting most of the heat of the day and was avoided by daytime customers because it was the hottest seat in the house.

But this stranger sat in the sun-faded booth every time. He was jittery, and always seemed agitated, so Adam had theorised that he chose this booth because it was the only vantage point from which you could see the whole dining area, the windows and the front door.

If Adam hadn’t known better, he might have thought the stranger had a drug problem. But Adam had known a lot of users in his day, and this guy just didn’t fit the bill. Besides, Adam could relate to wanting to sit where he could see everyone.

Adam filled up the stranger’s coffee, not bothering to ask or make any attempt at small talk, because the stranger never spoke back. He seemed to only communicate in grunts and simple hand gestures. Adam had tried all the usual avenues of conversation (partly out of desire for a better tip, and partly out of boredom in these early hours). He’d tried asking the guy his name (no answer), he’d tried commenting on what the guy was reading (usually a newspaper, again no answer). He’d tried asking the guy why he was always in here in the early hours of the morning. Hell, Adam had even tried asking the guy how his food was (the food here was objectively terrible, but it was the only place open in this town after 11).

On a whim, Adam decided to try the one thing he hadn’t that he thought might get a reaction. It was risky, but maybe Adam was overtired. That would make sense, given that he’d been up for nearly three days straight nursing his daughter back to health after a bad fever.

Good decision or not, Adam decided to go for it.

Adam poured the stranger his black coffee, lingering at the table until he took a sip from it.

“That jacket looks real cute on you, by the way,” Adam drawled, one eyebrow raised in a challenge.

The stranger choked on his coffee and Adam had to turn and walk away to hide his smirk from the other man.

The stranger stuck his hand in the air (his signal that he wanted the check) not long after. Adam left it at the table, noting that the stranger’s coffee was still half full (Adam had never seen the guy not finish his coffee before).

Adam wasn’t sure if he’d offended the poor guy or scared him (something about gays made them scarier at 2AM), so he waited until the guy was out the front door before he went to collect the check. Adam didn’t expect much, in the weeks the stranger had been coming here, he’d never once left a tip.

Oh.

Tonight, the stranger had tipped twenty percent.

The stranger’s tips continued, and so Adam’s flirting escalated. He didn’t mean anything by it, not really, but the way the stranger steeled himself to avoid giving Adam a reaction made Adam grin himself stupid.

One week Adam hadn’t seen the stranger in a few days, so when it hit 1.30AM and the front doorbell broke through the early morning silence, Adam’s heart skipped a beat.

Sure enough, there he was; tight black jeans and a similarly black hoodie pulled up over his head. Adam recognised him by his shoes; black military surplus combat boots that were scuffed and muddy.

The stranger stalked across the dining room to his usual seat, looking somehow more agitated than usual tonight (how that was possible, Adam didn’t know).

Adam didn’t bother bringing the guy a menu, and instead brought the coffee pot over with the intention of asking, “The usual, sweetheart?” in the most sultry voice he could muster.

But when he got to the stranger’s table, the guy had pulled his hood down and Adam saw his face for the first time that night.

His face was rough and gnarled at the best of times, but tonight one of his eyes was swollen shut and shiny-purple, a thick red cut above his eyebrow that looked like it should have had stitches a couple days ago.

Adam sat down at the booth beside the guy without thinking, reaching across the table to fill up the mug sitting in front of the stranger. He made a point of looking the guy straight in the eye as he did.

Concern must have been clear as day on his face, because the stranger averted Adam’s gaze for the first time in the whole time Adam had known him. The guy tugged his hood back up self-consciously, but took the mug of coffee anyway.

Adam watched as the stranger cupped the mug in both hands, like he was letting the warmth radiating from it calm him.

Adam knew he shouldn’t be so friendly, but when he saw someone hurt the spirit of his mother took over him. So Adam found himself reaching forward and cupping the stranger’s jaw in his hand, forcing the guy to look at him.

At this point Adam had been under the impression that the stranger had been in a fight, but the way he flinched at Adam’s touch told an entirely different story. One that Adam knew better than he’d care to admit.

“Whoever did that,” Adam said darkly, “ain’t worth knowing.”

The stranger tugged his face out of Adam’s hand and he stared down into his black coffee, features as stiff as concrete. But Adam didn’t give him reprieve, continuing to look at him just as fiercely as he had when he spoke.

Eventually, the stranger nodded at him.

Satisfied for the time being, Adam pushed himself up from the table.

“I’ll get you your usual.”

The stranger came back again the next night, face looking only marginally better. He still wore his hoodie, but took it off once he was in the corner. Adam brought him his coffee with a quiet smile, lingering to assess what little of the man’s skin he could see, checking him for any fresh bruises.

The stranger came in every night that week, and Adam got to watch the swelling in his face slowly recede and his skin knit itself back together. By the time the week was over, Adam knew the stranger’s face would be one he’d remember for the rest of his life.

Wednesday morning came and went again, and this time the stranger stayed until the sunrise.

The stranger’s table was by the door to the back, and Adam passed him in his booth on the way out.

“We’re shuttin’ up shop for an hour to get the place cleaned up,” Adam explained to the stranger, who looked like he was contemplating sleeping in the booth, “Then the morning crew comes in to start breakfast.”

The stranger nodded slowly, dragging himself to his feet.

“You want your check?” Adam asked, moving to get it even though technically he was off the clock.

The stranger made a move like he was going to stop Adam from grabbing the check, maybe suggest someone else could do it, but stopped himself and teetered awkwardly at the edge of the table.

Adam shrugged his shoulders, dropping his bag by the stranger’s table.

“It’s no problem,” Adam said easily, flashing the stranger a smile, “I got it.”

When Adam returned with a check the stranger already had his cash ready, dropping part of it onto the table.

The rest, he folded up and held out to Adam.

“It’s your tip anyway,” the stranger said simply.

Adam laid in bed in the morning sun. His daughter was at school and he was supposed to be sleeping so that he could wake up in time to pick her up and head to work at the diner again that night.

Instead, he was replaying the stranger’s gruff voice in his head. He didn’t sound local. Sounded like he might be from the Midwest. So what the hell was he doing in Virginia?

It wasn’t just the stranger’s voice. It was his deceptively soft blue eyes hidden behind a gruff beard and impossibly broad shoulders. God, did Adam have a crush on him?

He rolled over stiffly in his bed, trying to put thoughts of the stranger out of his head.

He tossed and turned for an hour longer before finally he gave up and pushed the waistband of his boxers down, freeing the erection he’d been pointedly ignoring for the better part of the morning.

Adam took himself in hand and stroked himself long and slow, allowing his thoughts to wander. He thought of the stranger and how tight his damn pants always were, how his thighs and ass were so toned and tight they stretched the seams of his jeans. Adam imagined what the stranger’s dick would look like. He figured it would be thick, short, and covered in hair. Beautiful when it was erect, probably leaked like crazy. God, the thought of it was making Adam dizzy. Or maybe that was the sweat he was working up thrusting desperately up into his own hand in the summer morning heat.

Adam was panting now, blonde curls plastered to his face as his hand rubbed erratically over his dick. He pictured the stranger’s hand on his cock, his sexy gravelly voice in his ear and that was it. Adam came with a deep grunt and painted his chest white.

Once he’d cleaned up, sleep finally overtook him. Despite his better judgement, Adam’s last thought before he drifted off was that he was excited to see the stranger tonight.

Of course, the one night Adam was waiting for him, the stranger didn’t show. Adam’s stomach flipped when it reached 3AM and the guy still wasn’t here. He wouldn’t come in now, he’d never come in this late (early?) before.

Adam had been agitated all night, partly because of the stranger no-showing, partly because of his lack of sleep. By 4AM the diner was dead, so one of the fry cooks pointedly told Adam to go home early. He’d been a bitch all night, he knew, but his mind was elsewhere.

Adam remembered the night the stranger had come in with the black eye, and the way he’d flinched at Adam’s touch, but hadn’t pulled away. Adam’s stomach churned at the thought that something might have happened to him. Did he even have anyone to check on him if something did happen?

Adam’s head was still swirling with thoughts of the stranger as he walked home, in the brisk early morning air. It was still dark, and Adam’s skin prickled in only a t-shirt. He’d worn his favourite one; a pink Dolly Parton number, which for some reason he’d thought might endear the stranger to him. Or maybe the pink just brought out his eyes.

Adam realised halfway home that someone was following him. It broke him out of his thoughts about the stranger, which in a way was a relief. It was far from the first time Adam had been followed home at night, especially as a gay man in a red state. And it wasn’t like Adam tried to hide his sexuality. He could handle himself if it came to that.

Still, he’d rather it didn’t, so Adam took a detour on the way home, thinking of his daughter sleeping at home alone in bed while Adam’s quirky but kindly insomniac neighbour checked in on her periodically. He was gambling with his daughter’s safety enough as it was in order to support her, he didn’t need to be leading some homophobic creep home to their apartment building too.

Adam detoured through a nearby park and then ducked down a side street, looking for an alleyway to lose the guy in.

Up until they got into the alley, it had still been possible (albeit unlikely) that Adam and the guy behind him had merely been taking similar routes through the city. But there was no need to head down this darkened alleyway, and Adam wouldn’t have if he hadn’t decided that he would have to confront the guy.

The alleyway was a dead end, and Adam stalked his way to the end of it and turned on his heel to face the guy.

He was a stick-thin man, looked real young in the face, wearing nothing but a pair of gym shorts and a creased t-shirt. Nowhere to hide a gun, which slowed Adam’s heartbeat marginally. Adam could take him, if it came to that.

The skinny guy came to a standstill, but just as he opened his mouth to say something, footsteps behind him rung out into the dead silence of the alleyway.

Adam’s heart leapt into his throat, thinking that the skinny guy had an accomplice. He couldn’t see much of the guy behind him, but he was dressed in all-black, hoodie pulled up, and he looked much bigger than the first guy.

“Don’t touch him,” the bigger guy’s voice boomed.

Wait.

The bigger guy pulled his hood down, and sure enough, Adam had recognised that Midwestern voice he’d been obsessing over the whole previous day.

The skinny guy damn near jumped out of his skin and turned to face the stranger. He took one look at him and ran right past him, out of the alleyway and down the street.

Adam and the stranger stood facing one another for a long moment, until the footsteps of the assailant died off. The morning traffic hadn’t started yet, so once the footsteps were gone it was just Adam and the stranger. Adam could have sworn he could hear the guy breathing, even though they stood ten feet apart.

“You ready to tell me your name yet?” Adam asked quietly, knowing the guy would hear him echoing off the alley walls.

Adam hadn’t needed saving, and now he was wondering how the stranger had even come to be here. What were the odds?

“Moxley,” the stranger grunted.

It was a gesture of trust that Adam hadn’t expected, which threw him entirely off his game. Adam’s scepticism must have been plain on his face, because Moxley actually spoke a full sentence for once.

“Saw you leavin’ the diner on my way in,” Moxley drawled, “then I saw the guy.” He nodded over his shoulder in the direction the guy had gone. “Wasn’t sure if he was followin’ you at first, figured I’d make sure.”

Moxley took a few steps towards Adam then, closing the distance between them. Close enough that Adam could see the faint green tinge around his eye. Close enough that Adam could smell his breath, which was unexpectedly minty fresh. Adam drank in the smell of him despite his best efforts to resist.

“I can look after myself,” Adam gritted through his teeth, for some reason determined not to show Moxley any weakness.

Adam got that from his mom, probably. He was supposed to be the one taking care of others, not being taken care of.

Moxley came even closer to Adam, until they were nose to nose. To an outside observer it might have looked like Moxley was trying to intimidate him, but that’s not what Moxley’s eyes said.

“Wouldn’t want a pretty pink thing like you getting hurt,” Moxley breathed, licking his lips and raking his eyes over Adam’s pink Dolly Parton t-shirt.

Cursing his weakness but deciding stubbornly that he would go out on his own terms, Adam leaned in and kissed the stranger- Moxley roughly on the mouth.

Adam was taken aback by how pliant Moxley’s lips were, and the way Moxley breathed, “Shit,” into Adam’s open mouth.

Adam took the lead with his tongue, licking across Moxley’s lips until the older man opened up for him. If Moxley wanted to be in control, he didn’t do anything to show that to Adam. Although he did grasp needily at Adam’s waistband and drag their bodies still closer.

Moxley’s erection felt as thick against his thigh as Adam had guessed it would, and Adam started to plan his next move. How the hell was he going to make dropping to his knees in a dirty alleyway sexy?

But it seemed Moxley had already figured out the answer to that question, because he walked Adam back into the nearest sticky wall and dropped unceremoniously to his knees. Moxley’s calloused fingers were surprisingly deft at undoing Adam’s belt buckle and jeans, and Adam wanted desperately to know what those callouses felt like on his dick.

But Moxley didn’t touch him, not with his hand. Instead, Moxley swallowed Adam’s dick to the root and began sucking on it in earnest. Maybe it was the adrenaline of what they’d both just endured, but Adam could already feel himself getting wound up.

Adam’s hand found its way to the back of Moxley’s head and Moxley stretched his neck back to rub his head against Adam’s hand in appreciation. It was a move with desperation written all over it, and it made Adam wonder when the last time someone had touched him gently was. Adam felt a little bad at the setting for this encounter now that he thought about it. But shit, Moxley was trying to suck the soul out of him and Adam couldn’t help but feel himself being dragged towards the edge.

To compensate for his guilt, Adam found one of Moxley’s hands, which were planted firmly on Adam’s hips, and laced his fingers in with Moxley’s. That seemed to do something for Moxley, because somehow his already wet, hot mouth got even wetter and Adam could feel vibrations running up his dick and into his belly as Moxley moaned around his dick.

“Shit,” Adam moaned, squeezing Moxley’s hand tight enough to break a finger. His orgasm coiled hot in his belly and before he knew it Moxley was ripping it out of him. “Hnng, fuck,” Adam gasped out as he came without warning.

Moxley didn’t seem to mind, eagerly sucking and swallowing, riding Adam’s orgasm out with him. When he was sucked dry, Moxley stood up and came nose-to-nose with Adam, wiping a stray bead of cum from the corner of his mouth and smirking lazily at Adam.

Adam reached down towards Moxley’s belt to return the favour, but Moxley just laughed. When Adam’s hand touched his crotch, he felt a wet patch at the front of Moxley’s jeans.

“Already did,” Moxley informed him without a hint of shame.

Jesus.

Moxley chuckled, so Adam must have said that out loud. Fuck, he was wrecked.

“My apartment’s on this block,” Moxley told him helpfully, shit-eating grin plastered on his face.

Post-orgasm, Moxley seemed like an entirely different guy to the tightly-wound stranger Adam had come to know in the diner. It was… intoxicating. And shit, Adam had some time to kill before he had to do the morning school run.

Moxley’s apartment was a glorified closet above a bakery. Tobacco-stained walls and a microwave oven instead of a real oven; Adam wasn’t even sure there was a bathroom. Moxley slept on a mattress on the floor with a suitcase as a dresser. There wasn’t even a TV. Adam almost couldn’t believe Moxley had brought him here. But his sheets were clean and his clothes were folded. That was the part that tugged at Adam’s heartstrings the most; Moxley took care of this place. This was all he had.

Maybe that was why Adam let Moxley make love to him there, on the single mattress on the floor, because Moxley was letting him into this part of his life unabashedly, without knowing shit about him.

Adam was usually a top, and he didn’t spread his legs for just anyone - especially now that he had a daughter. But somehow he felt like seeing Moxley’s home like this was an intimate gesture; that Moxley had earned it.

Either that, or Adam was hypnotised when Moxley walked in the door and took his hoodie and t-shirt off in one swift movement, revealing tight pecs covered in a thick layer of curly hair that had Adam’s dick standing to attention again.

The rest of Moxley was no less hairy, and seeing him work up a sweat as he fucked into Adam with careful precision was something Adam could watch all day. The guy clearly worked out, and Adam imagined Moxley coming home from the gym sweaty and smelling of body odour for Adam to fuck.

Adam shivered, partly at the thought of Moxley coming home to him, partly at the way Moxley had just taken Adam’s dick in his big, calloused hands and started jerking him off with a gentleness he hadn’t expected the man to possess.

Adam’s body tensed as he neared his orgasm and he gritted his teeth. This was why he didn’t bottom, he couldn’t stay relaxed enough to enjoy it. But god, he wanted to see Moxley cum grunting and sweaty so bad.

Adam threw his head back and squeezed his eyes shut, but Moxley noticed his discomfort anyway. Perceptive son of a bitch. Moxley just pulled out like it was nothing and lined his dick up next to Adam’s, taking both of their lengths in one of his big hands and rubbing them together.

“Holy shit,” Adam gasped, hands desperately feeling around the pillow and the sheets for something to hold.

“Hold onto me,” Moxley grunted, sweat pouring down his chest and soaking the hair there.

Adam wasn’t in a position to argue, so he grabbed onto Moxley’s shoulders with both hands and squeezed so tight he knew he’d leave fingernail marks. Moxley growled at the pain and bent low over Adam, sweat dripping off his nose onto Adam’s face. Some of it ran into Adam’s mouth and the taste of Moxley on his lips sent him over the edge.

Adam came so hard his toes curled and white spots danced across his vision. Moxley wasn’t far behind, using Adam’s cum to lubricate his own erection like that wasn’t the filthiest fucking thing possible.

Moxley looked beautiful when he came, and even more beautiful as he laid with his eyes half-closed, cramped beside Adam on the single mattress on the floor.

Reality came crashing down around Adam then, as the morning sun began to peek through the curtains. He sat up on the makeshift bed and Moxley looked up at him sadly. Like it was the end.

And maybe it should have been, but Adam couldn’t just leave him here. He thought of his mother, of what she would have done. And while he couldn’t imagine his mother making love on the floor of a shoebox apartment (he shuddered at the thought) he could imagine her taking in a stray like Moxley and giving him a soft place to sleep.

Shit, Moxley looked beautiful as the morning sun began to stream in across his face. His blue eyes shimmered in direct contrast with the lumpy mattress underneath them both. Adam couldn’t leave such a beautiful creature here.

“Come on,” Adam said gruffly, forcing himself to a standing position.

He was a little dizzy getting to his feet, still reeling from the orgasm he’d just had. There was lube slowly dripping out of his ass but he ignored it, looking down at Moxley, still lying on the mattress.

“Come on,” Adam repeated, hoping Moxley would get the message without him having to lay it all out.

Moxley just stared up at him, that same sad look in his eyes.

“There’s breakfast at my place,” Adam said shortly.

Adam snuck Moxley into his apartment before his daughter woke up, feeling as though he was luring in a stray cat. He kept squeezing Moxley’s hand, turning around to plant casual kisses on the corners of his mouth; anything to keep the guy from getting spooked until he was in the apartment. Because Adam knew once he was there, the allure of Adam’s cooking and his soft bed would be enough to keep him there.

And shit, Adam really wanted to keep this guy.

When Moxley walked in, there were kids’ toys everywhere. It should have scared the guy off, and Adam saw Moxley looking, but he didn’t say anything about it.

Still, Adam felt self-conscious, so he kissed Moxley convincingly on the mouth and mumbled something about ‘breakfast in bed’ with the sweetest smile he could muster.

Moxley let Adam lead him to the bedroom and fuss over him, picking up his discarded clothes as Moxley shed them and placing them in a neat pile on the dresser. Adam pulled back the covers and Moxley got in, curling up under the comforter immediately. Something about Moxley’s creased face against the soft sheets made Adam’s heart ache, a feeling that he couldn’t shake.

The sun was up now, so Adam sighed and kissed Moxley on the temple, leaving the man to rest in the comfort of his bed. He ached to join him, but first he had to do his dad duties.

When Adam walked out into the small living and kitchen area of the apartment, he heard the telltale sound of his daughter’s bed creaking as she woke up and clambered out of bed.

Adam got started on breakfast, putting kids’ cartoons on the TV while he cooked eggs for himself and the stranger, and toast for his daughter. She came up to his leg for a cuddle and Adam squatted down to kiss her cheek.

“How’d you sleep, princess?” Adam asked warmly, even as the sound of cartoons lured her away from him and towards the couch.

Adam let it happen, coming up behind the couch a few minutes later to place her toast on her lap from above and kiss her head. Face transfixed on the TV, Adam took advantage and took a plate of eggs into the bedroom for Moxley. He felt a little strange, hiding a guy from his daughter. Really, what was his gameplan here? Harbour a secret stranger in the house without his daughter knowing forever?

Adam pushed those (admittedly very logical) thoughts out of his head for the time being, deciding that they’d cross that bridge when they came to it.

Moxley was sitting up in Adam’s bed when Adam walked in, reading the book that Adam had left on his bedside table to read (but never actually read). It seemed like Moxley was actually reading it, so Adam didn’t say anything.

He placed the eggs in Moxley’s lap and Moxley put the book down.

“These smell better’n the ones from the diner,” was all he said.

Adam left the room quickly after that, getting his daughter ready for school. He helped her dress, pack her bag, and finally do her hair - the task that he dreaded the most.

The older she got, the more complicated she wanted her hair to be. And Adam didn’t exactly have the best fine motor skills; he struggled to tie his shoes sometimes, let alone do a damn braid.

Maybe she was picking up on Adam’s weird mood from the alleyway earlier and now having Moxley in the house, because the hair situation turned into a full-on tantrum. Adam tried to defuse the situation, but he only made it worse trying to cuddle her. Sometimes he forgot she wasn’t a baby anymore, and a cuddle from dad couldn’t fix everything like it used to.

Adam felt terrible, and was resigning himself to a day of watching nothing but youtube tutorials on how to braid hair, when Moxley decided to walk into the small living room.

Adam’s daughter froze in place, tears drying up in surprise. She looked to Adam for reassurance, but honestly Adam was just as shocked as she was.

Moxley had all the confidence of the man who had invited Adam back to his apartment earlier. He walked across the living room with none of his usual intimidating swagger, instead looking the softest Adam had ever seen him.

Moxley came over to Adam and his daughter; Adam on the couch, his daughter sitting on the floor between his legs as Adam struggled to even get her hair into a ponytail. Moxley squatted down beside her and fixed her with the kind of smile that made Adam’s stomach flip.

“Hi,” Moxley said plainly, “My name’s Jon.”

“Hi,” Adam’s daughter said shyly.

“Do you want me to do your hair?” Mox- Jon asked calmly.

She nodded.

Jon sat down beside Adam on the small two-seater couch and took the comb and hairbands out of Adam’s hands. Jon’s fingers deftly wove Adam’s daughter’s blonde hair into a beautiful braid. Not only was it beautiful, he made good time doing it too. If they were lucky, Adam would still get her to school on time.

When Jon was finished, he looked down at Adam’s daughter again with an earnest smile. The kind of smile that made him look ten years younger. It seemed to add ten years to Adam’s life as well.

“All done,” Jon drawled, “It’s an Elsa braid.”

If Adam hadn’t been into Jon before this, he was damn near swooning now. Who was this leather-clad, combat boot-wearing, grizzled man who somehow knew what fucking Frozen was. Adam couldn’t believe he was real. Surely this would all turn out to be an elaborate dream that he was about to wake up from.

Adam went through the motions of the rest of his and his daughter’s morning routine in a lovesick haze, while Jon sat patiently on the couch as Adam’s daughter babbled on about Elsa and Disney princesses and her favourite monster truck toy that she clutched in her hand. The way Jon was smiling at her and listening like she was telling the most important story in the world… it really did something for Adam.

Jon waved goodbye to them both as they left to go to school, and Adam spent the whole drive there thinking about what the hell any of this meant.

By the time he was on his way back from the school run, Adam’s anxiety was starting to take over. Logically he knew he was only getting anxious because he was tired - a common theme of his mornings - but he couldn’t help but wonder if Jon would still be there when Adam got back to his apartment. He probably should have felt more apprehensive about leaving a stranger in his house, but the thought of Jon not being there gave Adam far more turmoil.

When Adam got home Jon was no longer on the lounge, and neither was he in the bedroom. Adam’s heart sank as he began to wonder if Jon had gone home. But when he got to the bathroom he found Jon laundering Adam’s clothes from the night before (which he’d changed out of before doing the school run). Jon was delicately folding Adam’s Dolly Parton t-shirt and that’s when it hit Adam.

The domesticity of it all, the rhythm that they’d already fallen into within hours of being in each other’s vicinity. God, it was intoxicating. Adam should say something meaningful to Jon; something poetic and profound that would keep him in Adam’s life for, well, the rest of their lives.

Instead, what came out was, “Look at you, being a good boy.”

Jon dropped the laundry he was folding and spun to face Adam, eyes alight.

Emboldened by Jon’s reaction, Adam stepped forward and cupped Jon’s face in one hand. He could still see the faintest tinge of green from Jon’s back eye, and in that moment Adam vowed to never let anyone touch him like that again.

Jon leaned into Adam’s touch like a cat, rubbing his cheek against Adam’s hand. “Please,” he breathed.

Adam didn’t know how, but instantly he knew what the other man was asking for.

Adam wrapped his arms around Jon’s waist, a new kind of intimacy they hadn’t yet had that made Adam’s skin feel electric.

Jon’s eyes rolled back into his head and he groaned long and low at Adam’s arms around him. God, he was such a touch starved little thing.

Adam started walking Jon backwards through the hall and into the bedroom, peppering his face with kisses the whole way. When they got to the bed, Adam let himself fall backwards, pulling Jon down on top of him.

By the way Jon’s whole body relaxed, Adam knew he’d been spot on with what Jon had been asking for. In that moment, all the fight left Jon’s body and he was pliant under Adam’s touch. Adam kissed the top of his new lover’s head. God, it felt so right.

They talked a little as they snuggled in bed together, about Jon bringing his things over and keeping them here, about how Jon could pay his way doing chores while Adam worked (to which Adam replied playfully that there were other ways Jon could pay him). Adam also made a joke to the effect of, ‘What are you, my wife?’ and just about passed out when Jon blushed in response to that.

At some point the small talk stopped, and Jon’s breathing evened out above Adam. Jon’s face looked so good like that; soft and peaceful. And he’d stay like that, if Adam had anything to do with it.

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elitehunter · 1 year

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Hangman Adam Page: I'm A Drifter (And I Know That Doesn’t Do Me Any Good) - Chapter 2

Pairing: Hangman Adam Page x OFC

When he pictured himself being so close to the World Heavyweight Championship again, he never imagined it would be against his former tag partner. Poised an inch away from his dream and feeling miles away from his former friends, Hangman Adam Page considers taking his shot to get something else he's been been wanting. If only he can make his move. Is what he wants just a kiss away or is he too late? Is it actually what he wants at all?

Rating: E (for later chapters) Word Count: ~5,988 Warnings: alcohol consumption, sexual content (later chapters)

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(ch. 1 | ch. 2 | ch. 3)

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midwestmade29 · 2 months

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Cuffed 😏

This was a spicy request that I just couldn't turn down 😁 I hope I did it justice and turned it into something you will enjoy! This one is for you @madhatterbri 🖤

Disclaimers: Oral sex, unprotected sex, restrained with handcuffs, cursing, mention of injury. Read at your own discretion 🙃

Word count: 1,544

Divider by: Me 🙂

GIF is not mine

Side note: Yes, I know about the reports on Hangman's ankle. I'm not going to spoil anything for anyone in regards to it, but I'm aware that my story may or may not follow what's going on in the "real world." We just out here having fun 🤷🏻‍♀️🙂

You try something new to help distract your cowboy from his thoughts…

Last night, Adam had a big 6-man tag match that was pretty eventful to say the least! Everything was going well until the end, when he rolled his ankle after Samoa Joe tried to do a muscle buster on him. While you watched the events unfold on the monitor backstage, your heart almost stopped when Adam slid out of the ring and onto the floor. He was wincing in pain and urging the cameraman not to show him in his current state. The look on his face when he walked off limping and needing the assistance of Doc Sampson was very concerning! After being examined in medical, it was determined that he had a mid-grade ankle sprain and was sent home with specific instructions from Doc to ice it and stay off it as much as possible for a few days.

The next day you and Adam flew home, his ankle still sore and swollen. You did your best to ensure that he was following the doctor’s orders, but he was starting to get restless. You were sitting next to him on the couch catching up on the tv shows you missed while you were gone, when you noticed his mind was somewhere else. You scooted closer to him, placing your head on his shoulder, “Just a few more minutes with the ice, and then you need to keep it elevated. Can I get you anything?” Adam only sighed and shook his head “no,” prompting you to get to the bottom of his somber mood. “What’s wrong, baby? What’s on your mind?” “I’m just frustrated. This injury couldn’t have happened at a worse time, you know? The PPV isn’t that far away, and I can’t miss it,” he explained while running his fingers through his hair. “I just hope I’m good to go by then,” You were going to offer some words of comfort, but Adam stood up and started to walk away. “Where are you going?” your voice was laced with concern. “I know I’m supposed to sit, but I just can’t. I’m going to take a shower.”

You had high hopes that the hot water would offer Adam some relief from his thoughts, but when you walked into the bedroom you were sadly mistaken. He was leaning up against the headboard with his towel still wrapped around his waist, mindlessly scrolling through his phone. “Hey, feel any better?” you whispered in his direction. Adam tossed his phone onto the bed and sighed, “Not really. I wish there was a way I could shut my brain off,” You were walking towards him, lost in your own thoughts about how you could cheer your cowboy up when something silver and shiny caught your eye on the dresser. A mischievous smile crept across your face as you picked up 2 metal objects and tossed them on the bed in Adam’s direction. “What’s this?” he asked while reaching towards the objects. “Handcuffs? What are these even from?” Instead of taking a seat next to him on the bed, you straddled his lap, causing his towel to shift underneath you. You leaned forward and wrapped your arms around his neck and spoke softly, “Well, they were a gift for a bachelorette party I went to last week, but I forgot to put them in the gift bag. I was going to return them, but now I have a better idea,” Your words made Adam’s eyebrows raise in surprise and his lips to part in curiosity. “I see. So, what’s your idea then?” You brought your lips next to his ear and spoke low and slow, “Let me handcuff you. I’ll take care of you and help you relax. No touching, no thinking. Only feeling,”

A quick conversation and some ground rules later, Adam surprised you when he agreed to let you handcuff him! He needed the distraction from his injury, and you wanted to provide exactly that for him. “Get comfy and raise your arms,” you instructed. With 2 clicks, Adam’s hands and wrists were securely bound to the bedframe. You couldn’t help but chuckle when he tugged on the handcuffs and they rattled against the metal frame, “Are you ready, baby? Just sit back and let me give you a show," With a peck on his lips, you backed up from him and he watched your every move. You pulled your shirt up your torso and over your head before tossing it on the floor, placing your hands under the waistband of your pants and sliding them down your legs. When your breasts sprung free from your bra, you could’ve sworn you heard Adam curse under his breath! Once your panties joined the rest of your clothes on the floor, you stood at the end of the bed causing Adam to forget momentarily that he was restrained until the clank and clang reminded him. “Be good for me and I’ll let you go. If not, I guess you won’t be laying a finger on me tonight...”

You positioned yourself in between Adam’s thighs, undoing the twist he had on his towel that was keeping it securely in place. His hard length was set free when you pulled the towel away, both of you were more than ready for you to dive in. He sucked in a sharp breath when your lips made contact with his tip, planting kisses all around it. You drug your tongue up the vein, making Adam squirm and strain against the handcuffs. You took every inch of him inside your mouth and began working your magic. His pants and soft moans filled the bedroom, encouraging you to continue exactly what you were doing! “Fuck, Y/N! That pretty little mouth of yours, taking me so well! If you don’t stop, I’m going to cum down your throat!” You had no intention to stop or slow your pace, even when Adam warned you one last time. His body shuddered against you when he came, the handcuffs forcefully clashing against the headboard. He was a panting mess as he tried to catch his breath, making you smile as you wiped the corners of your mouth! “Are you going to release me?” Adam asked breathlessly. You maneuvered your way up the bed and straddled the cowboy once again, biting and kissing his neck while murmuring against it, “Release you? I don’t think so! At least, not right now baby. I’m not done having my way with you just yet,”

It didn’t take long for Adam to harden under you while you kissed him and spoke filth into his ears. You positioned your entrance on top of his length and began lowering yourself down on him. You groaned into the air with every inch you took inside of you. His cock stretched you in the best way, filling you completely when you rocked yourself against it. “Shit! You feel s-s-so good, Y/N! Yes, just like that baby,” Adam encouraged. Between the sound of your bodies connecting, the cursing and moans, and the sound of metal scraping against metal, there was no denying that the two of you were enjoying yourselves! The pressure deep inside you continued to build, just begging to be released with each rock of your hips. “I’m so close Adam! So, fucking close!” you cried out. He began thrusting himself inside of you, hitting new spots that drove you wild! You could tell that he was losing himself in pure ecstasy too when he begged you to set his hands free, “Undo the handcuffs, Y/N! Please, I…fuck! I need to touch you!” There wasn’t a lot of time to spare as you felt your orgasm getting closer and closer, so you gave the handcuffs your best try when you attempted to undo them! Unfortunately, the “easy release lever” wasn’t so easy to use after all! “Adam, I-I can’t get it! I can’t undo them!” you said in a pleasure filled panic. Your cowboy wasn’t about to let anything hold him back from touching you, so he pulled and tugged the handcuffs with incredible force, causing the little chain links to bend and break! “Oh my God!” you gasped when you saw one broken handcuff on each of his wrists. His hands were now gripping your hips tightly and the dangling metal lightly scraped against you as your orgasms ripped through each of you! You collapsed onto his chest from the intensity of it, and he wrapped his arms around you. You moaned and hummed against his bare chest as you welcomed each wave of pleasure that continued to crash over you.

Once you were steady, you removed yourself from him and rolled over onto your side of the bed and began to giggle at the mess you had made of Adam, “I cannot believe you broke the handcuffs!” you playfully scolded. “How are your wrists? Are they okay?” It took a few seconds for him to respond since he was still coming down from his high, but what he said only caused you to laugh more, “My wrists are fine, baby. Obviously, the handcuffs are not, and I can’t guarantee the headboard is either. But what I can guarantee is we will be purchasing new ones so I can use them on you next…”

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peachyomega · 2 months

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Love Me Not

Summary: STRICKPAGE

Rating: NC-17

Characters: Hangman Adam Page X Swerve Strickland

Warnings: Suckin and fuckin and holdin hands

Words: 2111

"I couldn't care less about you..." Adam spat, his vision still blurry. He was barely able to raise up on his elbows to look Swerve in the face. The chokehold he had just taken in the ring was still affecting him. He was recovering slower and slower these days. The things he put his body through to thwart Swerve were clearly taking a toll on him.

Swerve stared down at Adam in disgust. "I don't believe that at all, Hangman. I believe you're obsessed with me." Swerve leaned down, his face hovering mere inches from Adam's. "You are obsessed, and you're going to die trying to take me out. I just want to know why?"

"Because it can't be you..." Adam grumbled without really thinking. He shuffled backward to rest against the wall. His body hurt. His mind was a jumbled, exhausted mess. He didn't want to get into it with Swerve right now, but he wasn't about to just lie back and take the other man's attacks either.

Swerve closed the distance between them once more, refusing to let up. "Why not?" He demanded, angrily butting his head into Adam's. "Why are you so hellbent on keeping this from me? It's bordering on insanity, Hangman, and you're gonna to have to explain it to me."

Adam closed his eyes, feeling Swerve nudge angrily against his forehead until their noses touched. He could feel Swerve's body heat radiating off of him, could feel the sweat he had worked up in their match mixing with his own.

He and Swerve had shared in moments like this before, but only in the ring - never outside of it. The fiery anger and hatred they had for each other felt different in this cool, quiet, dimly lit hallway with no one around to witness it.

In his exhausted and weakened state, Adam felt himself starting to crack under Swerve's pressure. "It just can't be you, Swerve... It can't be you that I--"

He cut off abruptly and shoved Swerve backward and away from him. It was a weak movement and Swerve barely moved at all. Adam regarded Swerve angrily, as if daring him to ask one more question, promising there would be hell to pay if he did.

“...That you what?" Swerve asked, not moving a muscle, his voice now barely above a whisper as if somehow he knew he was treading on thin ice, and was trying desperately not to break it.

"Fuck you." Adam spat.

That was it.

Swerve was on him again in an instant, shoving him hard against the wall and throwing a punch to his jaw "Fuck me? Fuck me?" He roared while Adam struggled against him, too weak to put up much of a fight. "Clearly you fucking want to! I'm all you can think about, so how about I give you your chance, huh? It's just me and you here, Hangman, so go ahead! Take your shot at me. Come on!" Swerve grabbed Adam roughly by the jaw and glared down at him, his fury and frustration showing in his wide, angry eyes. Adam returned the stare before his eyes shifted involuntarily to Swerve's lips and back.

Swerve absolutely noticed. "You mother fucker..." He hissed before forcing Adam's head back and crushing his lips against his.

There was a brief moment where they both seemed to be taken by surprise, but Adam quickly found his wits and shoved Swerve away, hard. Swerve fell onto the flat of his back and began to laugh in a low, mocking tone. "Yeah okay, just keep shoving me away, Hangman. Shove me away only to chase me down. But I understand you now. You've finally made yourself clear."

"Shut the fuck up." Adam threatened. He realized he felt both anger and desire in equal measure as he watched Swerve's half naked body draped across the floor. His eyes lingered on Swerve's wide chest and toned stomach. He tore his gaze away before it could drift any lower.

Swerve watched Adam struggle and regarded him with a grin for a moment. "Why look away Hangman? Don't you like what you see?" Swerve stretched against the cool floor tiles, arching his back and flexing his shoulders.

Adam remained silent but God help him, he couldn't keep his eyes off of Swerve. They traced over his body and even as he watched, Swerve got up to his hands and knees and began crawling across the floor to Adam. He grabbed the inside of one thigh and pushed Adam's legs apart roughly so he could move in to the space between them.

Adam suddenly felt helpless. He didn't have it in him anymore to resist Swerve. He was too tired and Swerve was too close, and this had all gone on for too long.

Adam felt as if his very life were teetering on the edge of a cliff that he could do nothing to keep from falling down now.

"You done fighting?" Swerve asked in a whisper, moving in to brush his lips right against Adam's ear. Adam sighed softly, feeling Swerve's breath tickle his neck. In the silent beat that followed Swerve waited for an answer, but Adam kept his mouth shut. He didn't trust himself to speak.

“Nah, you have to say it. Tell me that you're done." Swerve brought his tongue out to lick along the edge of Adam's ear before taking the lobe in his mouth and giving it a light nibble.

Adam groaned and brought his hands up to cup Swerve's face. He pushed him back just enough so that their lips were almost touching. He locked eyes with Swerve. He leaned in so that their lips might just brush, but Swerve resisted and pushed Adam back roughly. "Say it." He demanded, clearly losing patience.

"I...I'm done." Adam finally relented before crushing his lips to Swerve's in a rush. He found that simply saying those words was all it took and Swerve was kissing him back urgently. He felt the apprehensive tension that was there a moment before dissipate from Swerve's body and he seemed to melt against him. Swerve's hands found his shoulders and hooked around them, pulling Adam in closer. Their bare chests met, stiffened nipples grazing each other.

Adam snaked a hand down to squeeze Swerve's ass which caused the other man to moan against his lips. He had always wanted to do that. Adam realized that part of him felt alive and full of energy once more. Maybe his body had not been quite as tired as he imagined. Or perhaps it was the emotional burden he had been carrying all this time that had been taking the larger toll on him.

With renewed vigor he brought his hands to Swerve's chest and pushed him backward, but he followed this time and lay on his side, chest to chest and mouth to mouth with Swerve.

As their kissing deepened and their tongues met, Adam rolled his hips against Swerve's, his body aching to feel the other man's. Adam was rock hard inside of his tights, and with that small movement he discovered that Swerve, too, was feeling the effects of their activities. Their cocks bumped and slid against each other through the thin layers of their gear.

"Oh, Hangman..." Swerve muttered teasingly between kisses. "What am I going to do with you?" He brought a hand down between their bodies and palmed Adam's erection. He slid his fingers up and down over the smooth fabric covering it before taking hold of the waistband of Adam's tights and yanking them down, allowing Adam's cock to spring free. Swerve resumed his grasp of it, gasping softly in surprise at the slick, wet precum he felt coating Adam's flesh. "Fuck..." he murmured, before biting at Adam's lower lip.

He grasped Adam's cock tighter and began working his hand up and down his shaft, every so often bringing his fingers higher to glide across the sensitive head, each pass causing Adam to whimper lightly between panting breaths.

Adam too groped down between their bodies and found Swerve's tights. He peeled them down and away from Swerve's body, glancing down to take in the sight of him. Where Adam was endowed more in length, Swerve showed more girth and Adam wasted no time in taking his cock in hand. His skin felt hot and velvety smooth at the base, but slick wet with warm precum at the very tip. Adam took some of that wetness onto his fingers and raised it up to his mouth. He sucked Swerve's juices from his fingertips as Swerve watched him, mouth open in aroused surprise.

"There's plenty more where that came from if you want a better taste..." Swerve suggested in a low voice. Adam took his meaning and silently agreed. He began to move down Swerve's body, stopping here and there to lick and kiss his chest, his stomach, his hips. When he arrived between Swerve's thighs he wasted no time in tasting what was there, dragging his tongue up Swerve's full length before swirling it at the tip, licking up all of the moisture that had leaked from him.

Swerve moaned and brought his hands down to grasp Adam's head, urging him on. Adam's lips parted and he took Swerve entirely into his mouth in one fluid motion, pleasantly surprised to find that Swerve fit perfectly in his mouth without choking him too much. He found that his mouth had watered so much that saliva escaped from the edges of his lips and dripped down on to Swerve. It seemed he was naturally inclined toward Swerve's taste. He slid his tongue along the underside of Swerve's cock as he began to suck him and Swerve tried to bite down on a whimper in response.

Try as he might to stay still, Swerve found his hips moving back and forth on their own. He pumped in and out of Adam's mouth, fingers knotted in his hair. He heard Adam moan around his cock and he looked down to see that he was stroking himself while Swerve fucked his face. The sight caused his cock to go even more rigid, and he felt himself careening toward a climax already. He slowed his thrusts in an attempt to make this last a little longer, but Adam picked up speed himself, taking Swerve deeper into his throat with each pull, smacking and slurping lewdly until it felt like he was trying to swallow Swerve's cock whole.

Swerve held on as long as he could but he felt his body tense up and his hips begin to buck forcefully as he felt himself losing control.

His moans got louder and louder until he reached his climax and cried out “Adam!” He came hard down the other man's throat, pulse after pulse shooting out of him and causing his entire body to spasm. At the same time, Adam whimpered around Swerve's cock as his own orgasm began to overtake him.

Swerve looked down to catch the sight of Adam's pink-tipped cock practically kicking out of his hand as he stroked himself to release, long ropes of cum splashing out of him and onto the tile beneath them.

After one last clearing swallow, Adam allowed himself to fall backward to the floor, releasing Swerve from between his lips. Swerve too could do nothing more than lie back against the tiles in a haze of pleasure.

The two men's breathing slowed after a time and Swerve found his hand almost involuntarily reaching out toward Adam's, whose grasp he met. He closed his fingers around the other man's as his pulse slowed and a serious wave of exhaustion overtook them both.

Thankfully no one happened across them in the 10 minutes or so they lay there asleep on the floor next to each other, hand in hand and still completely exposed.

Swerve was the first to rouse from their brief respite. He covered himself and got to his feet before nudging Adam under the ribs with the foot of his boot. "Up and at 'em, cowboy." he called down softly. "We can't crash here. We have planes to catch.”

Adam's eyes slid open slowly. He looked in no state to wake, but he had little choice. He laboriously got to his feet and met Swerve's eyes. They regarded each other in silence for a moment.

"It can be you..." Adam said, his eyes darting away from Swerve's. "If you want it to be."

Swerve smiled and shook his head, wrapping an arm around Adam's shoulders and guiding him toward the venue exit. "It always was." He replied.

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coleskingdom · 2 months

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Master List

Who I write for:

Adam Cole

Christmas Vacation

Grinning Like the Devil

Story time

Letting Someone Go

Your Revenge

Disappointed

Anti hero

Adam Squared ( Adam Page and Adam Cole)

Overheard

Hangman Adam Page

Cover Me Up AU

A Grand Adventure AU

Debut AU

Something More

Keep You Safe

Nights Like These

Le Petit Mort

Walls

I Wonder

So Your a Doctor Now

Jay White

Mine

Mine Pt 2

Mine Pt 3

Mine Pt 4

Mine Pt 5

Mine Pt. 6

Mine Pt 7

High Rollers Keep Em High

Hands on You

Say It

Bang Bang BBQ

Sunday Drive

Dynasty

Matt Jackson

Little Dear

Hips and Thighs

Sunday Funday

Man in The Mirror

Early Morning Phone Call

Always

Will Ospreay

The Only Thing I Ever Wanted

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Commonwealth Kingpin

Laundry Day

Want Me to Prove It

Handsy

Lost in Translation

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bullet-clubs-bitch · 2 months

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The Dark Side Of The Moon

Hangman Adam Page X Fem Reader

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

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

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

Word Count 8k Main Masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- Y/n

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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could i please request fluffy headcanons for Hangman Page crushing/falling in love with a member of the AEW medical team?

• bloody kisses — hangman adam page •

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{ summary } — after the brutal texas death match against jon moxley, adam seeks medical attention and ultimately confesses his feelings for you

{ warnings } — blood, injury, medical tools { needles + stitches }

{ word count } — 1.1k

{ pairing } — fem!reader x hangman adam page

{ genre } — fluff

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his eyes were bloodshot, stinging from the sensation of crimson leaking into them, staining the whites of his eyes. his movements were slow and staggered, an occasional fumble over his steps even with the albeit unwanted help from a worried evil uno, clearly in a state of panic for his cowboy friend despite his emotions being shielded behind his mask. an equally worried pair of john silver and alex reynolds cautiously followed behind, scowls permanent across their faces at just how much damage moxley had done.

blood followed adam’s footsteps, each droplet leaving a stain on the tiles where he once stepped, his vision blurred and burning that he had not even come to the realisation that uno had halted his movements momentarily, stopping in front of the impromptu medical room for tonight's event

“you sure you’re gonna be alright?-” uno questioned with a small falter in his voice, sounding as if he were about to break out into tears of he were to say another word, all the while silver and reynolds remained silent, avoiding the cowboy’s gaze.

“i’ll be fine” adam snapped rather harshly, interrupting uno’s solemn questioning.

the sharpness in adam’s voice made the three friends flinch in surprise. adam was always a soft spoken man, never raised his voice or got angry, none of the sort. although, despite his win, he could not help but feel irritated, on edge slightly, almost afraid that moxley and the other dogs in the blackpool combat club were going to jump him the moment he turned his back.

“we’ll be out here if you need us” the once chipper john silver replied.

his tone rather meek and avoidant, almost not wanting to irritate the cowboy even further, alex only responded with a subtle nod.

adam felt rather awful about his tone, given that his friends did nothing of the sort that would have even warranted it. he stepped into the medical office, mind still a daze as he was met by a blankness of white walls that seemed to be closing in around him.

“jesus christ! that’s a nasty gash you got there cowboy, c’mere” adam’s thoughts were broken by an angelic voice calling to him.

he peered down through the sticky blood in his eyelashes, an arm reaching down to his, wrapping around his taped wrist, leading him to a chair in the far left hand corner of the room.

“damn, mox really did a number on you…” you tsked at the sight of the gruesome injury.

a deep cut just above his right eyebrow, it curved around the inner corner near the beggining of his nose brige. you cupped his cheeks gently to inspect the wound further, adam’s cheeks flushed with heat despite already losing a substantial about of blood just on his arrival.

adam’s mind was still in a daze, his vision has cleared for the most part, especially now since you had wiped the blood from his eyes. he could see your face clearly, your eyebrows knitted in concentration, tongue just barely jutting out past your lips as you made an effort to patch him up. it did not even phase him when you pierced his skin with a needle to numb the area, he simply stared up at you, completely enamored.

“y/n..?” he questioned. he knew your name, he knew it well, he just wanted to hear it fall from his lips.

“that’s my name, cowboy. don’t wear it out” you remarked with a quick wit that adam adored.

“i love you…” he blurted out absentmindedly, the words did not even register once they had left his lips.

his words made your tense up slightly, you were surprised that you did not stab him with the suture needle. adam blinked softly, staring up at you with such adoration he had not even realised you’d stopped stitching him up.

“i uh…i think you’re still a bit delirious, adam…mox must have hit you harder than i thought” you stammered over your words and the absence of his beloved nickname in favour of his real one caught him off guard.

adam came to, finally snapped out of his dreamlike trance. noticing the tenseness in your forearms, you hands shaking slightly with nerves.

“i mean it…” adam’s remark was soft, barely above a whisper as you finished patching up his wounds.

your fingertips were apprehensive, yet gentle against his skin. adam had had these feelings for a while now, it sparked after his concussion in cincinnati, you were the first to check on him, he laid face up, you were the first thing he saw when he came to, the harsh arena lights haloed around your soft features making you look more angelic that usual.

you finished your work, placing dabbing the area with a small piece of gauze to clean up any excess blood, stepping back to admire your work amongst the beauty and chaos of his features

“you do?” you hesitated for a moment, words mumbled softly into the air as adam merely responded with a soft nod. you stood there for a moment, reluctant to admit your own feelings for the handsome cowboy

“why? i’m nothing special…”

adam felt his heart break at your sentence.

“no, y/n that’s the thing. you’re so fuckin’ special to me” he emphasised the last two words of his sentence.

“that night in cincinnati, you were the first one there, you were the one who came with me in that ambulance, the one who came to the hospital every morning to check on me” he paused for a moment, reaching for you hand to hold, one of which your accepted, albeit hesitantly.

“and i know it’s your job or whatever but…no one’s ever cared for me like that before…” adam’s eyes burned although he was not sure exactly if it was the result of the blood previously in them or fresh tears pricking at his waterlines

. his bottom lip quivered with the faintest of movement, his gaze still avoiding you’re own, his grip had tightened the slightest around your hand, afraid to let go.

with a free hand your cupped his cheek delicately in your palm, the subtle scratch of his beard was a welcomed feeling against your skin, prying his face up slowly, his eyes finally meeting your own.

“i never want to experience anything like that night again, adam. when i saw you passed out in that ring…god i…i thought i’d lost you” adam had noticed your eyes begin to well with hot tears, instinctively pulling you into his lap, his head pressed atop of yours, simply cradling you in his chest, a sweet yet hesitant kiss pressed to your forehead

“you’ll never lose me, darlin’”

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#{ my fics : 🤍 }#hangman adam page x reader #hangman adam page #hangman adam page imagine #hangman adam page fanfic #aew #wrestling imagine #aew imagine #aew wrestling #aew fanfiction

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elitehoe · 7 months

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Hey Hangman drop the link to those tumblr fanfics you definitely did not write

#listen to me you blonde cowboy bitch you can't mention fanfic ever again #i need a fucking drink these elite bitches stress me out #hangman adam page #being the elite #bte

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thewulf · 6 months

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Hi! Reading one of your fic got me this idea: hangman x reader, she isn't a pilot, maybe a paramedic or nurse or something like this. She goes to the hard deck because her best friend works there on the weekends and she became friends with the daggers, especially hangman and these two are pinning on each other, but don't act on their feelings because reader knows he doesn't do relationship and she doesn't like the friends with benefits thing, and Jake is afraid to not being able to give her the relationship she deserve, so they stay just friends. This make the daggers and some patrons going crazy because they are already a couple minus the kisses! So they try to find a way to make one of them to confess, but when someone suggest about making her jealous (because every men that frequent that hard deck know she is hangman girl and they don't want to go against him), Javvy put this idea down instantly because he knows reader (thanks to his casual but not so casual thing with her best friend) isn't going to confess anything but she will distance herself from Jake, so they let go of this plan unti one day Jake's sister surprise him on base and while he show her around and go to dinner the rest of the squad is at the hard deck with reader, and to a tipsy Fan boy this is the perfect excuse to put in motion their plan to get those two together. He goes to reader and says that Jake isn't coming because he is on a date with a girl who showed up on base, but they all still can have fun. But Javvy can see her change of expression and even if he didn't hear what fan boy said he put everything together, so just try to stop her from leaving but unsuccessfully. Jake and his sister enter the hard deck later in the night because he really want her to meet reader, but frown when he doesn't see her, so Javvy spill the beans and then there is a blur of Jake calling reader to clarify everything, his sister feeling like this is partially her fault and the daggers trying to find a plan to fix this when reader don't pick up the phone and fan boy realizing what he did. Next morning he and Javvy go to her best friend house hoping she is there, best friend is mad at Jake but after hearing what really happened she get mad at Javvy because "that's exactly why I told you to not try and make her jealous" and tell Jake reader is for real out of town the next two weeks and she will talk to her. At the end of these weeks where Jake barely talked with his team and the team trying to reach reader trying to fix this mess, Jake get a text from her best friend telling reader will be back home, so he goes there hours early to make sure to not miss her, and when he finally see her the first thing he says is "it was my sister" and explain everything and finally admit their feelings.

Bonus scenes: Rooster going to reader house days after her return to talk one more time, but when he is near her place he see her and Jake making out so he goes back home keeping the secret that even with a little detour fan boy plan worked

Sorry it turned out so long!

Ohh I like this! I feel like this is a perfect 3x1 or 4x1 along the lines of - The three times reader and Jake acted like a couple and the one time Fanboy did something about it! I'll probably shorten up the ending but make it fluffy and sweet with some heavy angst.

Thank you anon!

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dirtywrestling · 9 months

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Hangman Adam Page - Masterlist

💦 = Smut, 💖= Fluff, 🌩 = Angst, 🚫 = No Warnings

Series:

None

One Shots:

Sexual Allies -💦

Summary: Simon and Adam aren’t the closest in The Elite but they do help each other out at times. (Commission, 18+, Smut, Minors DNI)

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thekentuckyhimbo · 2 years

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A Promise of More

Pairing: HangMox, Hangman Adam Page/Jon Moxley

Warnings/Tags: smut, explicit sex, canon-typical violence, blood, crying, anal sex, humiliation, orgasm denial, dom/sub, swearing, self-hatred

Words: 3.1k

Summary: Moxley and Hangman have a title match. Hangman doesn’t win, so he finds another way to beat Moxley.

Author Notes: This is the most fun I’ve had in ages. I forgot how much I love writing action sequences and angsty brooding men with self-hating inner monologues

@llzehs bc I promised I’d tag u <3

The match hits the thirty-five minute mark and Mox feels like he’s gonna puke. Finally, one of his opponents is out of the equation. He leans against the apron, chest heaving. He loses his feet under him for a second and slumps against the apron, the side of his pressed against it as he drools onto the mat.

Jericho is behind him on the ground somewhere, knocked out. Took way too long to get the son of a bitch like that, and Mox hadn’t been able to do it by himself.

Moxley’s vision swims but he pushes himself back up to his feet anyway, trying to shake the cobwebs free from his head.

Coming around the outside of the ring, full of piss and vinegar, is Hangman Adam Page. The son of a bitch has a second wind.

By the time Adam is on him, Mox is standing under his own power again, no longer relying on the ring for help.

Adam locks up with him and they start exchanging blows to the head. Mox is giving as good as he’s getting, but he knows he’s sloppy. A couple solid hits from Adam and Mox is knocked down to one knee, stumbling and legless.

The fucked up thing about this match is that Mox actually wants Adam to win. He looks up to see Adam, his stupid blonde hair like a frizzy halo around his pretty face. If the belt went home with Adam tonight, he’d deserve it.

But that’s the thing; Adam had to deserve it. And that meant he had to beat Mox legit. So as long as Jon was still conscious, he was gonna keep fighting.

Mox was teary when he pushed himself back up to his feet, because on some cosmic level he felt like the belt was coming back home with him tonight and not with Adam. Sloppy as Mox might look right now, he wasn’t nearly done yet.

He gritted his teeth and charged Adam headfirst, a stiff headbutt finding its mark on Adam’s jaw. Adam was sent reeling into the ringpost and he hit it hard.

Mox stumbled towards him, ready to drag Adam back up to his feet by his hair. As he was walking up on Adam, he felt the familiar heat of blood trailing down his face. He felt it in his mouth as he dragged Adam up to his feet, shoving the cowboy roughly back into the ring.

Adam slumped under the bottom rope so Mox dug his head into Adam’s ribcage and squared his shoulders, putting his whole bodyweight behind him as he pushed Adam into the ring fully.

Mox followed him in, sliding on his belly, swallowing more of his own metallic blood. It was rolling down his neck now and onto his chest. It was on Adam’s chest too, smudged from Moxley shoving the cowboy with his head. Seeing that gave Mox a second wind.

He pushed Adam until the cowboy rolled onto his stomach and then he slithered on top of him, slumping over the younger man’s chest and pressing their foreheads together. He took Adam’s head in his hands and lifted it up, only to slam it down onto the canvas a moment later. Adam swore as Moxley did it again.

Then Moxley sat up, now straddling Adam’s chest. He gripped Adam’s jaw in his left hand and slapped him across the face with his right.

“Wake up, cowboy,” he demanded, looking down at Adam’s limp body.

It wasn’t supposed to go this way. Adam was supposed to pull it out tonight and come away with the win. But Adam was lifeless beneath him; exhausted, chest heaving.

Moxley stood up and towered down over Adam, staring at him for a moment before he bent low to grab Adam by the hair. He dragged Adam up to his feet with a handful of blonde curls, his forehead pressed against Adam’s the whole way.

“Come on,” he breathed against Adam’s face, his moving lips hidden from the cameras by Adam’s unruly golden locks, “You can do better than this.”

They both came to a standing position opposite one another, shaky on their feet. They’d been at is so long their sweat was cooling on their skin, only serving to solidify their exhaustion.

But it seemed as though Moxley’s pep talk had worked, because Adam surged forward like a football player, his head buried in Mox’s collarbone, forcing Moxley back until he hit the ropes. Mox tried to use the momentum of the ropes to push them back towards centre, but Adam only dug his heels in and started laying shots into Moxley’s ribs.

Mox got his arms up to try to block the shots, but it was too late. Moxley got worked over for a few seconds longer and then he was slumped with his arms outstretched on the middle rope and his legs sprawled wide. Adam grabbed Moxley’s head in one hand and struck it with the other, right where Mox was busted open.

Blood poured into Moxley’s eyes now, forcing them shut. Somehow, with no vision and his eyes stinging like a bitch, Mox managed to grasp the middle rope in his sweaty palms and force himself up to a standing position again.

He heard Adam retreat - or that might have been the ref - so he stumbled towards centre, frantically trying to rub the blood out of his eyes with his forearms.

Shit.

But it was too late. He heard the telltale clamour of Adam landing on the mat after setting up the Buckshot Lariat, and Jon couldn’t see shit to avoid it. Adam had him, and Mox couldn’t help but feel a little relieved.

Except Adam’s forearm didn’t collide with Mox. Instead, Mox was shoulder tackled and slammed onto the floor.

Jericho.

Jericho had knocked Mox out of the way of the Buckshot. He heard some fighting and a body fell to the floor next to him. Then he heard the same clamour as before, this time followed by the sound of forearm on flesh.

Jon finally managed to wipe enough blood out of his eyes to clear his vision; just in time to see Jericho go down from the Buckshot and Adam struggling to capitalise.

With the last of what he had in him, Moxley charged to his feet and that was it. He had Adam set up for the Paradigm Shift and he hit it hard. Jon’s arms felt like jelly, unable to hook the leg, so he laid his body over Hangman’s, face buried in the cowboy’s neck. Jon had never felt so sick winning a title match in his life.

When they handed Jon the belt he was full of a different energy than the kind he’d drawn from during his match. This one was wound up tight, sickness gripping his stomach like a vice. He snatched his belt off the referee almost ruefully and rolled out of the ring without a second of camera time, stalking up the ramp and into the tunnel. The steps down into guerilla he stumbled on, nearly losing his footing, but he ignored it. Mox also ignored everyone in guerilla congratulating him, instead opting to find the nearest trash can and heave up the entire contents of his stomach into it.

Moxley wouldn’t let anyone tend to his wounds after the match. Just sat in the empty BCC locker room with tears in his eyes, staring blankly at a wall. The blood dried up on its own, didn’t seem like it needs stitches, so Mox just let himself get cold leaning against the metal lockers behind him.

The AEW World Championship laid forgotten on the floor and every time Jon’s eyes wandered to it he felt a pang of guilt. Part of him thought he should have just laid down for Adam at this point, but he knew if he’d done that Adam would have never spoken to him again. But that was a price Jon was willing to pay, if it meant seeing Adam get his flowers after all this time.

Moxley just about burst into tears when Adam came into the locker room, cleared by medical. He stepped over the title belt like he didn’t see it and flopped onto the floor, using Moxley’s duffel bag as a pillow. He laid on his back, still in his ring gear like Jon was, chest rising and falling hard.

“Fucking Jericho,” Adam swore, staring up at the ceiling.

Mox couldn’t bring himself to look at the younger man, a lump rising in his throat. So he just looked at the ceiling too, hoping Adam wouldn’t see the wetness in his eyes.

But Mox wasn’t a coward, so with a long, shaky breath he said, “Wasn’t Jericho who pinned you, man.”

Mox glanced down long enough to see a wry smile on Adam’s face, “Yeah, but I woulda had you if he’d stayed down.”

Jon didn’t say anything. Maybe he was a coward.

“Oh well,” Adam said quietly, “there’s always next time.”

You mad at me? Jon wanted to ask. Do you still like me like you used to?

But instead of saying anything, Jon finally let a few tears free. If Adam saw them, he didn’t say anything. They rolled over the dried blood on his face and took a little with them, spreading the mess of bodily fluids on his neck and chest even more.

He couldn’t help the little noise that escaped him after a moment, followed by a thick sniffle. Adam had to notice that.

Jon leaned forward slowly, hands braced on his knees, with the intention of looking Adam in the eyes and saying… something. But his body gave out on him then, exhaustion sweeping over him and filling his bones with lead. He dropped to his knees in front of Adam like he was in prayer, teetering back and forth as he wondered if he could continue to hold himself up at all.

Adam just stared at him, face blank and unrelenting, turning his head slightly on his makeshift pillow to get a better look at him. Tears streamed from Jon’s eyes and left bloody splotches on the locker room floor. Were he here with anyone else, Jon would try to hide his humiliation.

But that was the thing about Adam. Jon couldn’t keep a secret from him.

Adam’s gaze on him felt like a leather strap pulled tighter and tighter around Jon’s chest until it was crushing his lungs. Jon gasped for air for a while, but he knew he’d have to break out of it eventually. So he tried to tell Adam how he felt the only way he knew how.

Moxley dragged himself on top of Adam, until he was straddling the cowboy’s hips. It was eerily similar to how they had looked at one point in the ring tonight, which sent a shiver down Jon’s spine. His tears were drying up now, but a desperate ache remained.

Normally Adam couldn’t keep his hands off Jon, but tonight the cowboy’s hands stayed stilled at his sides. Mox knew he should do something to coax the other man, to apologise to him in some way. Adam’s eyes were still fixed on him, now dark and determined, his brows knitting together.

But Jon was selfish - Jon was always selfish - so he gruffly opened his pants and pulled his erection free, warming it by thrusting it against Adam’s chest. Only tonight it didn’t feel like a warmup; tonight Jon felt like he was on fucking fire.

His dick found its way between Adam’s round pecs after a few moments and then Mox was rutting against him uselessly, the coarse texture of Adam’s blonde chest hairs against his dick setting his whole body on fire.

“Please,” Jon choked out, surprising even himself, “Please,” he repeated in a desperate whine, “I need you.”

But Adam didn’t move to touch him, and the cowboy’s dark expression didn’t loosen an inch.

Jon couldn’t stop, already too far gone. He raked one of his hands over his stomach and chest, one last desperate attempt to get Adam to respond. He rubbed his hand over his pecs, brushing a sensitive nipple, up to his neck where he felt the crustiness of his own dried blood and tears.

Soon he added another bodily fluid to the mix, as he let needy little cries escape his mouth. Cum poured from the end of his dick onto Adam’s pecs, as Jon came untouched against them. It was such an intense release, but Adam’s expression still didn’t change and Jon could feel the tears pooling again.

He felt humiliated; naked, shaky, vulnerable, crying. Sitting on top of Adam with his dick out. He felt like a wounded animal; exposed, helpless and covered in blood. His whole body was shaking.

That’s when Adam took the opportunity to shove Moxley off him roughly. Jon just went with it at that point, slumping to the floor on his belly. But Adam was behind him in an instant, yanking at his shoulders, forcing Moxley into a bent over position on his duffel bag.

Adam’s soft fingers had Moxley’s pants down in an instant and Mox’s asshole felt cold against the open air, only making Jon’s stomach churn more with vulnerability.

Adam didn’t waste any time, lubing Jon’s tight hole up with nothing more than spit. Two fingers was all he bothered to prep him with, scissoring them apart aggressively, his impatience - or maybe frustration - showing.

When Adam put his dick in Jon there was no fanfare, no warning, nothing. Just Jon yelping as his asshole stretched and burned.

Adam fucked him raw and dry, slamming his hips unrelentingly into Jon’s body until Jon swore he could feel Adam’s dick in his stomach, tearing up his insides. Jon shouldn’t have liked it, but he was already rock hard again underneath Adam’s heavy body.

“Were you embarrassed just now?” Adam crooned meanly as he rocked his hips into Jon, the new upward angle slamming Adam’s dick against his prostate and sending white hot heat straight to Jon’s leaking dick. “Cumming without even bein’ touched,” Adam continued, voice harsh and unforgiving.

His hand came down on Jon’s ass then, and it hit him hard. Jon let out a sound that was half-moan, half-scream, which seemed to spur Adam on.

Adam bent low over Jon and wrapped one arm around Jon’s neck in a headlock, dragging him up to a seating position so that Adam’s dick was as deep in Jon’s ass as it could go. Adam’s grip around his neck was tight and unrelenting, leaving Jon gasping audibly for air as spots danced around the edges of his vision. It wasn’t quite enough to knock him out, but shit, it was close.

“Ungh, ungh, ungh,” Moxley chanted with each of Adam’s thrusts, tongue hanging out of his mouth like a panting dog.

“You’re disgusting, you know that?” Adam whispered fiercely in Jon’s ear, “covered in fucking blood riding my dick.”

But Adam couldn’t have been that disgusted, because he let out a long, low groan that sounded like he was finally releasing some of the frustration he’d been carrying behind his steely eyes.

Adam still had one arm around Jon’s neck, still squeezing, pretty much holding up all of Jon’s weight as Jon was fucked boneless. With his free hand, Adam wrapped his thumb and forefinger tight around Jon’s dick and then pivoted his hips, slamming into him on an angle that he’d used to make Jon cum easily a dozen times before.

Jon started swearing involuntarily as Adam’s dick collided with his sweet spot, hard and fast and unrelenting. But Adam didn’t seem to like the fact that Jon could talk, so he removed his arm from around Jon’s neck and instead used his hand to stick three fingers into Moxley’s mouth and down his throat.

Jon started making choking sounds around Adam’s fingers, like he did when Adam fucked his mouth with his dick, and that seemed to satisfy Adam, who went back to whispering in Moxley’s ear.

“You’re not gonna be able to cum like this,” Adam whispered, “But I bet you’re close, huh?”

Jon was right. Adam’s hand around his dick was too tight to let him cum, but he could feel an orgasm coiling in his belly as Adam continued to torture his prostate. Jon’s balls were already aching so bad that Jon was whining now, the sound coming out distorted and wet around Adam’s fingers. Adam thrusted his fingers deeper and Jon choked around them, drool dripping down his chin. It was a wordless reminder that Adam was in control. Worse still, that Adam could do this all night.

Adam used Jon’s hole like a toy, timing the thrusts of his fingers in Jon’s mouth along with his dick. If anything, Adam’s grip on his dick only got tighter and Jon could feel tears escaping from the sheer ache in his balls. Adam fucked him red raw, until the cowboy was so exhausted and gasping that he had to slow down.

“Beg,” Adam panted into Jon’s ear then, “Beg for me to let you cum.”

Jon did as he was told, begging even as Adam’s fingers were still in his mouth. Adam removed them with a filthy pop and Jon could finally gasp for air, gulping it down like a thirsty man in the desert.

“Please Adam,” Jon sobbed, his tight balls burning with need, “I need it.”

When Adam didn’t say anything, Jon howled like a dying animal.

“Please,” Jon hiccuped through tears, “It hurts. God, please.”

Jon felt like he was praying, like he had so many times when he was younger and still believed in that shit. When he’d thought that some divine figure cared enough about him to bring him salvation. Now, the only god Jon believed in was Hangman Adam Page.

But tonight Adam was a vengeful god, because he just growled, “No,” and painted Jon’s insides white with his heat.

Adam left Jon slumped against his duffel bag on the floor, his ass still hanging out of his half-pushed down jeans, cum dripping out of his hole into his underwear. He heard Adam leave, which should have been his cue to clean himself up, or at least take his dick in his hand and give himself the relief he so desperately needed.

But the ache in his balls was a lingering reminder of Adam; of the one thing in this world he believed in. And something about it felt like a promise of more - like maybe if he didn’t touch himself for long enough, Adam would forgive him. A penance for Jon’s lifetime of sins.

It wasn’t until a long time later, when the sharp burn in Jon’s balls had subsided into a dull throb and the dried blood on his neck and face started to itch, that he rolled over onto his back and forced his creaking bones into a sitting position. That was when he realised Adam had taken something else with him besides Jon’s pride.

The AEW World Championship was nowhere to be seen, and if that wasn’t a promise of more, Jon didn’t know what was.

#hangmox #hangman adam page/jon moxley #hangman adam page fanfic #jon moxley fanfic #hangman adam page #jon moxley #aew fanfic

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