#hangman adam page fanfiction

[madhatterbri]

Austin | Hangman A.P.

Summary: Hangman is a no-show after talks of moving.

Author's Note: Inspired by something that happened recently.

@99hook @theworldofotps @plentyoffandoms @coleskingdom

Pure fiction

Y/N remembered the plan perfectly. The two of them always talked about it after a night of passion. He would hold her in his arms while she traced random shapes on his chest. They would move out of their town together and start a new life.

She always dreamed of a life on the beach. Her toes buried in the sand while he played on his guitar. They would soak up each other under the sun. Nothing could ever hold them back.

The car would be packed and ready to go. The moment the sun cracked over the horizon, they would take off. The playlist they made together would play through the speakers. It was the perfect dream.

Y/N waited in the gardens for him. She scrolled mindlessly on her phone and messaged her friend for reassurance (thanks again @99hook ). Text after text to him went unanswered. There no was no way she could call. She was afraid that if she heard his voice, she would get angrier and cry.

After forty-five minutes in the cold, she walked inside and sighed. A sinking feeling settled in the pit of her stomach. She had been ditched. Despite all his assurances of never doing that to her. She was reliving her trauma. When she walked into their room, he never packed his things.

Y/N wondered if his truck broke down and he had no signal. He loved to spend his money on that thing. Could he have possibly run out of money for them to go? She would have gladly paid for more to be with him. Adam had been complaining about running into his ex lately. Did he tell her anything?

Anyone who wanted to be in her life would find a way to be. He was always the jealous type that wanted all of her attention. Now, he was pushing her out of his life. There was no good-bye note to even know what caused this.

A thought popped into her head. Adam loved going to the local bar. He was never one to control himself around liquor. Plenty of times, the bar owner had to call to have her pick him up. Maybe he got into another fight. She checked her call log. No missed calls from the bar. Maybe he was nervous. He needed to have some sort of alibi.

After a few more minutes, she decided to get in her car. As she made her way to Florida, he'd be a drunk left behind in Austin.

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[midwestmade29]

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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[coleskingdom]

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[theworldofotps]

Letter From The Road

AEW Superstar: Hangman Adam Page Word Count: 361 ~A series in which I write letters from superstars to their partners or loved ones back home while they’re on tour.~

Wishing the happiest birthday to one of the best friends a person could ever hope for. @melissahausen I hope you enjoy this little surprise I love you so much and hope your birthday is a good one. Thank you for the endless chats, banter and all the little gems of happiness our friendship has. I don’t know what I’d do without you, big shout out to your mom for having you. Happy birthday lovely!🖤 _________ Tag list:

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If you wanna be added to the list lemme know. ___________ Dear Future Wife, I’m going to write this in capital letters, HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY!!! I’m so excited to see what this next year has in store and I so wish that I could be there with you today to celebrate it. Thank you for letting me be apart of your last four, can’t wait to celebrate with you the rest of our lives. 

A little bird that walks around with half its face painted told me you haven’t been feeling the best lately. I’m sorry I’m not there to help you in person but just remember I’m always a call, text or even FaceTime away. I love you more than anything in this world and all I want is for my love to be happy. I know every day won’t be sunshine and rainbows but I know without a doubt you can make it through this slump. Remember that you are worth being in this world, it’s lucky to have you. I am lucky to have you. The world wouldn’t see right without you in it and I’ll remind you for the rest of your days of that. 

You’re my dream and sometimes even dreams have bad moments. Please know I love you and I’m always here. Things are going to get better I promise just gotta keep pushing on.

I hope you like the gift basket, and roses and your favorite drinks that I had sent round. It took some planning but I managed to get it done. When you open the small box, think of me. I hope today is a great day for you baby because you deserve it and so much more. I’ll see you really soon and then we can celebrate your day together. Remember we have our big date coming up soon. I love you so much baby to the moon and beyond. 

~Yours forever plus a day.  Adam P.

P.s: The little bird told me to tell you please don’t be angry he doesn’t want to have his skateboard “borrowed” again.

P.s.s: I’ll see you at two pm today. I love you and surprise! You won’t read this until after I’m already there x 

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[let-me-love-you-loki]

Take Me to the Barn

“Em?” Adam’s voice filtered through the house. It made my heart skip a beat after so many days of quiet.

            “In here,” I called back softly from my place on the sofa. It had been so long since I’d seen him, and I must have fallen asleep waiting to hear the truck in the drive.

            Adam appeared around the corner; his curling sandy hair tied back at the nape of his neck, and blue eyes tired as he sat a backpack against the wall. A small smile curled his lips as he stood there looking across the living room at me. I watched his wide chest rise and fall as he took a deep breath.

            “It’s bad, isn’t it?” I said quietly. My eyes flicked past his broad shoulder, searching for the other person hiding behind him. “Come here, honey.”

            Dark haired and blue eyed, Mattie Jackson slipped out from behind my husband. She was pale and thin, dark circles beneath her eyes and hollows in her cheeks. Her clothes seemed to hang off her—sweatpants that were tied tight around her waist, a hoodie that swallowed her whole. My heart sank into my stomach at the sight of her.

            I held out my hand. My goddaughter curled into a ball beside me, hiding in the space against my ribs. It wasn’t until I put my arms around her that I realized how frail she’d become. I could feel the sharpness of her bones beneath her skin. I glanced up at Adam, trying to read the severity of it all in his face. What I saw made my blood run cold.

            Adam crossed the room in a few strides. He leaned over and pressed a kiss against my forehead. He lingered as if he wanted to memorize me. I watched my husband fold himself into a sitting position in the floor by Mattie’s side. The lines around his eyes, the way his mouth tightened as he looked at her, it made fear run down my spine as my imagination went mad thinking about what had happened to her in California.

            No sooner had Adam sat at her feet than Mattie crawled into my lap, tucking her head against my shoulder. I felt her take one deep breath and then tears started to flow. Her sobs were silent, but heavy and heartbreaking. I wrapped my arms tightly around her, cradling her head and slipping my fingers soothingly through her hair.

            “It’s okay, honey,” I murmured against her sobs. “It’s okay.”

            She sucked in a deep, shuddering breath. Her sobs seemed to tear through her. “It’s not. It’s my fault. I can’t, Em,” she whimpered. “It’s too hard.”

            “Shh,” I cooed as I rocked her back and forth. She curled closer, her tears dampening my shirt. “It’s okay, Tea. You’re not doing this by yourself.”

            I looked up at the soft whisper of Adam’s voice. “You can stay here as long as you want. I promised your Momma that I’d make sure that you were okay and taken care of. I’m sure Em would be happy to have someone else around the house when I’m gone.” He reached up and settled his hand on Mattie’s knee. “I need some help with the horses, too.”

            Adam smiled softly at me. There was a deep sadness behind it.

            It wasn’t until later that night that I learned the whole truth of what had happened in California at the Jackson compound.

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            “He won’t come here,” Mattie snapped, crossing her arms over her chest as she stared across the corral at the large black horse.

            Bear had been on the farm for about a month after Adam had found him abandoned in a field. He had been so thin that we weren’t sure that he would survive. He was skittish around people, and it wasn’t hard to see that he’d been abused by whoever had owned him before. Scars were visible beneath his coat, causing thinner spots in his thick coat. It had been weeks before he would trust either of us to come close. But with patience and care, he’d finally learned to trust us enough to eat and gain weight. He would still hide at the back of his stall when we brought through hay and water, but at least he’d started eating.  

            Adam shook his head and stepped up beside Mattie. He’d taken her out to get fitted for a pair of cowboy boots and made sure she had clothes that were okay for the barn and corral. Her dark hair was pulled up in a ponytail that was pulled through the back of her baseball cap.

            “You have to be patient,” Adam said gently. I sat on the fence with a book, one that I’d been meaning to read for ages now. “He’s not had an easy time, Tea.”

            Mattie huffed and took a few steps toward Bear. Her shoulders were squared, back straight, her entire body radiating fear and frustration. It took half a second for the horse to recognize it and skitter backward. He stamped the ground with his front hooves, kicking up clods of dirt.

            “This is stupid,” Mattie said as she stamped her feet in perfect imitation of the horse. She pouted. “Why are you making me do this? He doesn’t like me, and I don’t want to be here.”

          �� I looked up in time to see a flicker of hurt run across Adam’s face. He ran his hand roughly over his beard and then back over his curling hair. He tucked his hands into his pockets and rocked onto his heels.

            “You wanna go home then?” he asked with a firm, quiet voice. I knew from his tone that he didn’t want her to go. And I knew deep in my heart that she needed to stay with us, to heal whatever happened to her.

            She stared at him with wide, almost terrified blue eyes. “Are you kicking me out?”

            Adam took two quick strides toward her and pulled her against his chest. Mattie wrapped her arms around his waist as he held her tightly. His chin rested atop her head; his eyes squeezed shut with pain for our goddaughter. Half a second later, her shoulders fell, and her deep, heavy sobs echoed through the yard. I made a move toward them, but Adam shook his head.

            “No,” my husband assured her. “We aren’t kicking you out. You know better than that. But you can’t just mope around here and think it’s gonna get better. We gotta work at it, Tea. We gotta work and be patient. Just like we do with Bear.”

            Mattie hid her face against Adam’s shirt. Even from where I was, I could see her take deep breaths of the fabric. I smiled. There was definitely something soothing about Adam’s scent.

            “There’s something wrong with me,” she groaned, her voice still thick with tears. “It’s all my fault.”

            “You stop that right now, Mattea,” he snapped. It wasn’t angry. Firm, edged with a little disappointment. He knew she didn’t mean it, even if that was how she’d been feeling for weeks on end. Adam hadn’t told me everything that had happened, but I knew enough that it scared Jon Moxley so shitless that he’d driven from Vegas to Rancho Cucamonga in two hours. God knew, it had to be bad. “There’s nothing wrong with you at all. And if Nick put that in your head…”

            Mattie’s shoulders shook with sobs. “No. No…”

            My heart clenched in my chest as I watched him cradle her as if he could protect her from the world. I’d known from the moment I’d fallen in love with Adam Page that he had the biggest heart in the world. That he’d be an amazing father. I suddenly saw it with my own two eyes.

            “What those girls said to you, Tea, and what they did. None of that was your fault. You didn’t do anything wrong. Your Momma shouldn’t have shut down on you like that. And your dad sure as hell shouldn’t have walked out on you.” Adam clutched her closer, his grip on her fierce. “Sometimes people are mean and selfish. Sometimes people hurt those around them to make themselves feel better.”

            Her voice came out faint and small. “Is that what happened to Bear?” I watched her lift her head just a little and saw her bright blue eyes watching the horse over Adam’s broad bicep.

            My husband visibly relaxed a bit. His hold loosened as he pressed a kiss to the top of Mattie’s head. “Something like that. The people who had him before us didn’t take care of him. They treated him badly. And now he’s afraid of people most of the time. He’s afraid of the other horses. Of Skipper, too.”

            Skipper was the border collie that Adam had found wandering the road almost a year ago. His fur was matted, he was practically skin and bones, and he looked like he’d been without a home for a while. The sight had broken Adam’s heart. I went to work one morning and then came home to find my husband on the kitchen floor with the dog across his lap and a bowl of Fresh Pet wet food beside him. He was feeding him slowly, one morsel at a time. Earning his trust.

            Now Skipper went wherever Adam did. The dog was right on his heels from the house to the barn, the fields to the river. He napped in the sunlight on the porch while Adam and I rocked in our Cracker Barrel red cherry chairs. He slept on the end of the bed when Adam was home and on his pillow when he wasn’t.

            I watched my husband crouch down and let out a quick whistle. The collie came loping out of the barn, sending Bear skittering back toward the fence again. Mattie scratched him behind the ears when he came close, an almost smile appearing on her face. She settled her forehead against his and kissed his snout. My heart squeezed hard at how she seemed to release something.

            It was one of the things I loved most about Adam Page. He had a gift for fixing broken things.

            Adam tapped her on the shoulder and pointed toward Bear, murmuring something to our goddaughter. Mattie stood up, straightened her shoulders, and took a few cautious steps toward the horse, who took a nervous half-step in return.

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[daddyhausen]

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{ warnings } — none

{ word count } — 113

{ pairing } — fem!reader x hangman adam page

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you’ve never spoken to him, your father’s new stable hand, barely even met his gaze. yet since he’d arrived at the farm he leaves a sunflower on your window sill and you’ve kept them all.

still unsure as to why you keep them or why he goes out of his way to leave one out for you. they have no monetary value, no weight in gold or silver, and are surely not sentimental to you in the slightest

yet…you’ve never had the courage to throw them away. even when they were dead and rotten, they remained still, in the glass vase by the spot on your window where he had left them last

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[adampage]

post match

Word Count: 788

Characters: Hangman Adam Page, Jon Moxley, Eddie Kingston, Ortiz, Doc Sampson, Nora, Renee, (baby Page mention)

Warnings: injury mention, Mox facetimes his kid (i know some people don’t like kids mentioned), Renee is not explicitly mentioned as his wife so do with that what you will. yes this is kind of shippy. hangman likes mox. sue me

Author’s Note: I needed something after the end of the Hangman/Moxley match so here it is. hurt, angst, comfort. i’m pretty sure there will be a part 2. |READ ON AO3 INSTEAD|

Hangman hovered at the threshold of Doc Sampson’s makeshift clinic room for what felt like hours. Refusing to look inside, he overheard the shuffling movements of the good doctor and the mumbling replies from the man on the table. That almost nasally, albeit deep voice of the man whose face he wanted to cave in (kiss) not even hours ago. The doctor’s constant questions, the ones Hangman had heard over and over and over again after the first time they had met in the ring. He could hear the agitation in Mox’s tone rising, and Hangman’s heart ached at the sound. But he couldn’t bear to look up. He couldn’t bear to look inside. To catch a glimpse of Mox’s baby blues and feel the self-hatred, the pity, the disappointment wash over him again. That same feeling, that same fucking feeling from all those months ago.

“What happened?” What’s his name? 

Somebody brushed past Hangman, an almost shove. “You all right?” came the thick New York accent. A sharp pain stabbed Adam in the chest. Of course Mox would have someone here for him. Mox is a likeable guy.

He couldn’t hear what Mox replied. He sounded so far away, his voice a quiet murmur. Hangman continued to stare at the ground, his ring boots shaped in the cowboy style, forcing himself to memorize every sparkle, every white line, the pattern of the tile.

“What happened?” Eddie asked. What’s his name?

Adam swallowed a breath, choking back a cough, his Adam’s apple bobbing at his throat. His nose flared at the tears beginning to well at his eyes, and his vision blurred. He hadn’t wanted this to happen. This wasn’t what he wanted. Sure, he had wanted to win the match, but not - not like this. Never like this.

Someone else passed by, much shorter than Eddie. He recognised the man by his walk. Ortiz was quiet, but Hangman could hear the words. “Aye, Papi, que paso?” What happened? 

What’s his name?

Hangman wanted to vomit. He pushed off the wall with a hand, eyes never leaving the floor, turned to walk away. This was too much to handle, especially a second time, with a different perspective. He couldn’t do this again. He didn’t think he was strong enough.

He thought of the little boy waiting at home in his grandmother’s arms. His beautiful eyes, so very like his own. Of Mox’s daughter back in Cincinnati with her bright blues, just like Jon’s.

What happened? What’s his name?

Hangman sniffled as he walked off, his eyes and his nose stinging.

“Nora, baby!”

He stopped. Nora’s delighted squeal rang clear as a bell from the room. He turned on his heel, stopped just shy of the door. Listening. Waiting. Anticipating. 

“Hey, babygirl, what are you doin’ up? It’s past your bedtime!” Mox’s voice was like crystal, no longer far away from him, but so close that Hangman felt like he could reach out and touch him. And he wanted to. Oh, how he wanted to.

Renee’s voice, then. Hangman realised now - Mox was facetiming the girls. “She saw the match, wanted to make sure her daddy was okay.”

Hangman couldn’t see him smile, but he could hear it, and it made the tears well up again. “I’m okay, Nora, baby.” Mox cleared his throat. “Nora, I’m okay.”

It doesn’t matter what happened, Nora, he’s okay. He knows your name. He knows your name. Nora, Nora, Nora, baby.

Hangman stood at the doorway for another half an hour, relishing in the sound of Mox’s voice, his eyes closing. If anyone passed by, it would’ve looked like he’d fallen asleep standing.

Eddie’s voice walked through the door, along with Ortiz’s, both of them wishing Mox well, as they were slated for a match against House of Black in a few minutes. They had to leave. Hangman’s heart fluttered, wondering if they would say something. He kept his eyes closed.

He felt a heavy hand on his shoulder.

“Hey,” Eddie said, shaking him a little. His voice wasn’t as loud as it had been, quieter now. “Hangman. Wake up.”

His eyes shot open. Eddie’s clear, grey eyes bore into him.

“He’s fine. He’s okay. Stop beating yourself up. Shit happens.”

Hangman’s eyes furrowed at the words, but the muscles in his shoulders underneath Eddie’s grip relaxed, easing his tension. He nodded.

Eddie’s head flicked over at Ortiz. “Listen, we gotta go. But he wants to see you.”

Ortiz took a step closer, put fingers beneath Hangman’s chin. “Don’t apologize. He don’t wanna hear it.”

Hangman’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, but they didn’t wait for a reply. They hurried off toward the stage, leaving him to face up to his own fears.

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[hookhausenschips]

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[midwestmade29]

Missing Someone 💔

We doing sadness and angst for Valentine’s Day this year 😂

Word count: 1,325 Divider by: @firefly-graphics

Disclaimers: drinking, intoxication, divorce. Read at your own discretion.

During a difficult time, Hangman sought his solace in you...

The vibrations coming from the nightstand brought you out of your slumber as your phone rattled against the wood. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes before rolling over and seeing a familiar name light up on the screen. Adam. Not that long ago, seeing his name made your stomach flutter and made you smile like a kid on Christmas morning. His voice always had a charm to it that drew you in every single time. Now it made your heart ache. You knew he wasn’t trying to use you. You knew that he wasn’t trying to hurt you on purpose, but ever since the first time you let Adam into your bed, he got used to the pain relief it offered. You didn’t press the issue because you knew this was something both of you needed. You’re also a big girl and could put a stop to all these late-night phone calls and drunken visits, but you just can’t bring yourself to do it. It hurt like hell when he left every morning when he sobered up, but you knew he would be back and the two of you would start this cycle all over again another night.

When you first met Adam, you felt an instant attraction to him! He was smart, funny, kind and incredibly handsome. He had a smile that made you go weak in the knees every time he flashed it. You were upset when you discovered he was married, but you respected it and never tried to be anything more than friends with him. All your interactions were friendly and fun, very rarely anything serious. There was hardly a time when you were alone together, often finding yourselves surrounded by friends and coworkers. Most of the time you spent together was backstage at Dynamite, sometimes eating together when a group of people went to dinner after a show, or in an airport before both of you went your separate ways.

There was never any indication that Adam and his wife were having problems with their marriage because he always seemed happy when he talked about her. The night he told you they were getting a divorce really shocked you! The look of defeat and sadness that covered his face broke your heart as he explained what had happened between them. For a while he walked around like a lost puppy unsure what to do or where to go.

As the months went on, you tried your best to be there for Adam whenever he needed someone to talk to. The Young Bucks and Kenny Omega were there for him too, but he usually gravitated to you more. Everything changed between the two of you after you got a phone call from a concerned Matt Jackson late one night after Dynamite, “Hey, Y/N. I’m sorry to bother you but…it’s Adam,” Your heart sank into your stomach while you waited for him to continue. “He drunk dialed me and refused to tell me where he is. I would go get him, but I have no idea where to even begin! I wasn’t sure if he told you anything earlier tonight or if you know of anyone that went with him?”

You thought long and hard over the brief conversation you had with Adam earlier in the day and you remembered him mention a bar that him and his wife used to go to whenever she would travel with him. That has to be where he’s at! “Actually, I think I know where he is. I can give you the name of it so you can look up the directions,” You offered Matt. There was a long pause, and you weren’t sure if you had lost the call or not, “Matt? Are you still there?” “Uh yeah, sorry. Actually, I was hoping that you could go and talk to him? Maybe bring him back to his hotel room? I have a feeling he’s not going to listen to me tonight and he seems to always be up for talking with you. Sorry for dumping this all this on you,” Matt explained. You agreed to go and check on Adam and Matt thanked you about a dozen times for your willingness to help. When you arrived at the bar you looked all around for Adam, but you didn’t see him anywhere. You walked up to the bar and asked the bartender if he had seen anyone that matched his description only to have him roll his eyes and point in the direction of a hallway where the bathrooms were located. “Great,” you thought to yourself as you made your way through the crowded bar.

When you rounded the corner, Adam was sitting on the floor with his back against the wall with a double shot of whiskey in his hands. “Adam?” you asked softly, trying not to scare him. He didn’t hear you the first time, so you crouched down in front of him and said it again, “Adam? Are you okay?” His eyes shot up when he finally recognized your voice and your heart shattered when you saw how red they were. “Ha-have you been crying?” you asked. Adam closed his eyes when he knew he had been found out and began to sob. “Sh-she left me Y/N! Where did I go wrong? What is wrong with me?” he asked rhetorically. You knew he wasn’t in his right mind considering how much alcohol he had likely consumed, but the pain he felt was 100% real. Tears started to well in your eyes the more he carried on about his wife and their divorce, the people coming and going to the bathrooms kept staring at both of you as they passed by. “Hey, it’s okay. There’s nothing wrong with you Adam. Let me help you stand up and I'll get you back to the hotel. I think you could use some water and some sleep,” you murmured as you extended your hand to him. Adam surprised you when he grabbed hold of your hand right away. You placed his arm around your shoulders and wrapped your arm around his waist to help steady him on the walk to your rental car and into the elevator after you got to the hotel. You took his room key out of his wallet but before you could help him inside, he walked past you and stumbled over his own feet causing him to fall to the floor. “Oh my gosh, are you okay?!” you asked as you rushed over to him. Adam leaned on his elbow and threw his head back in laughter, making you join in the longer he carried on. “Okay cowboy let’s get you in bed now.” After getting Adam settled in bed, you were just about to walk out the door when he called out for you, “Y/N, stay. Please stay with me,” The softness and vulnerability in his voice stopped you in your tracks and when he told you he needed you, that sealed the deal. You took your shoes off and slid into bed next to Adam making to sure to keep your distance, only to have him pull you closer to him. You tried to protest but he only held onto you tighter, begging you not to move, “Don’t leave me, Y/N! Don’t leave me…” His voice trailed off as he passed out from the alcohol and exhaustion. While you knew all of this was happening because of his drunken state, you couldn’t help but to relax and revel in the feeling of his arms wrapped around you. Now that he was finally asleep, the anguish was gone from his face. The slow rise and fall of his chest and the sound of his soft snores lulled you to sleep. It was the first night of many to come that were spent like this, you wrapped in his arms as he tried to fill the void his wife left.

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[coleskingdom]

I Wonder

Adam Page x F reader

Minors DNI NSFW

For @midwestmade29

@madhatterbri

You ran into Page in the hotel lobby, he looked exhausted. You knew he had been having a rough go of it lately, hell more than just lately. You walked up beside him and bumped his hip with yours “ Hey Cowboy” you said a little too cheerily. “Hey You” he smiled but it didn’t reach his eyes, he looked like he hadn’t shaved in days, his hair darker than when he’d take care of himself he must’ve been staying inside more. “ You okay?”you asked hesitantly, he looked like he might shatter if you looked at him the wrong way. “No, but it’s no one’s problem but my own. I’m gonna get going, you have a good night.” he started to walk away. “ Adam, wait let me come with you, or you can come with me. Let’s talk it out, I’ve got a bottle of Blanton’s in my room. I can’t leave you like this. Let’s have steak and whiskey like we used to.” knowing how it was our version of bitching it out but sounded more manly. “ Really?” The tinge of hope in his voice broke my heart. It’d been a few years since we’d been close as life had taken us different directions but found us here tonight.

“Come on, let’s go” I hooked my arm in his, as I led him to the elevator, I hit my floor. “High Floor? You must be doing well these days. “ he said softly “ It’s the hotel points, I got an upgrade.”I felt silly explaining myself. The elevator dinged into the penthouse. We stepped into the living room over looking the city, “ Make yourself at home” I said reaching for my phone texting to cancel my plans. I’d always had a soft spot for him, and I’d do anything for him always have.

I came in carrying the bottle and two glasses, “Neat or Rocks?” I asked, “Neat, it’s too cold to be on the rocks. It also takes the burn out, I need to feel it.” he glanced off looking out the window. I poured two glasses handing him one, sitting down beside him. I put on the Sturgill record I knew he liked on the speakers, the quiet bluegrass the background to ease the silence. “What’s wrong? You can tell me anything there’s nothing that you can’t tell me” I said casually hoping that I wasn’t pushing him too hard. “ I can tell you but you can’t fix it, hell Darlin you can’t fix me.” he finished the glass in a long swallow. I poured him another, “ I can try.” reaching for his hand.

He ran his fingers through his hair, but didn’t move the hand I was holding, “ The thing if it is, I don’t know where it all went wrong. I feel like half the time I’m losing my god damn mind and the rest of the time I’m barely keeping it together. I can’t sleep even though I want to ,haven’t been with a woman or in a relationship in months, my friends are barely there. My best friends and I use that term loosely don’t understand why I’m not happy. The fact that I’m I can’t get the one thing that was taken from me, that thing that broke me back is killing me. I’m a fucking mess.” his voice broke on what sounded like a sob.

“Oh Adam I had no idea” I put my arms around him, pulling him sideways into me, “it’s gonna be okay, we can figure this out.” My arms wrapped around him as his head rested on my chest.

“This is all I have if I’m not good at this what am I good at what am I good for.” his voice raw and cracked. “ You have me Adam, you have me.” I soothed rubbing his back. “I’ve got you, I’ve got you I promise.” Holding him close to me “I can’t ask you do to that, you don’t know what it is to deal with me to deal with all of this. “ I stopped rubbing his back , “Adam look at me”he raised his head “I’m not dealing with you, I’m taking care of you, I’m loving you, and I’m helping you. Hell, maybe you’re even helping me, maybe we are helping each other. “

I leaned forward our foreheads touching, I pulled my head back, and leaned back in kissing him, what started sweet, turned to desperation, as he leaned me back on the couch,his body draping mine before rolling us to the side as the kiss broke. I looked in his green eyes,pushing his hair behind his ear, draping my leg over his hip. “ I’ve wanted to do that for years” I whispered before his mouth found mine again.

We kissed in that way that felt like time stood still. His hand pulled my hip tighter against him, I could feel him begin to harden underneath me, I wasn’t in much better shape as I moved my body against him. A groan fell from his lips. “ Darlin, I could lay here all night kissing you, but I can’t lay on this couch much longer." a flicker of a smile crossed his lips, “ I’ve got a bedroom, that I think you’d be more comfortable in Cowboy.” as I untangled myself from him I almost fell on the floor, I laughed “ Just call me Grace. Damn I thought I had sexy pulled off there for a second.”

Adam sat up, “You’ve always pulled off sexy, you’ve always pulled off out of my league, you’ve always pulled away with a piece of my heart.” I looked at him as he stood to full height a blush covering my full body “Adam, don’t say things you don’t mean, please. I’m a big girl whatever tonight is I’m good with, but please don’t tell me I’m out of your league.” Walking towards the bedroom. “ Darlin, stop and look at me.” I turned around facing him. “have I ever lied to you, you know all of me you always have. I’ve always told you the truth, even when it makes me look like an asshole, the only truth I’ve never told you is that I have feelings for you that I love you. I have for years. I let you leave in Austin because you deserved better, you deserved someone that’d be home, that can give you all the things you ever dreamed of.”

It was in Austin three years ago, on a roof top by the lake, he looked at me that night, like he wanted to say something. I’d kept that picture in my mind the sunset behind him, there was an awkwardness in our good bye that night. I never understood but I knew he was taking the next step in his career and even the best friendships run there course.

“You could’ve asked me what I wanted. You still can?” as a tear fell down my face. “ Darlin what do you want?” his eyes never leaving mine. “ You” as I walked back towards him, this time the kiss was full of passion, the desperation, the longing. He walked me back to the bedroom as we left a trail of clothes in our wake.

He picked me up , and laid me on the bed, before he joined me. Nothing between us as he covered my body with his, he kissed me then kissed down my jaw to where my neck meets my shoulder lingering there when I moaned. He continued his path down my body, taking his time, moving lower as his mouth took in one of my nipples, teasing the other with his calloused palm, shifting slightly to part my legs with his thigh. “ Adam please baby” I begged I could feel myself on his thigh. “You’re so beautiful when you’re underneath me, saying my name. I wanted to..” I cut him off bringing his mouth back to mine running my hands through his hair. He pulled away and I whimpered. Adam repositions him self running his cock through my wetness, preparing himself to finally take me. the longer he teases me before actually sliding in, the more desperate I get for him.

"Adam, please," I beg, lifting my hips to try and force him in myself.

He laughs, the sound coming from deep in his throat. It’s the first genuine laugh I’ve heard from him all night the smile on his face the way his green eyes are focused on me make me desire him more. He circles my clit with the head of his cock once before he finally gives me what I want. He slides in slightly, allowing me time to stretch around him.

I need more of him. My back arches off the bed, and the new position allows him to go even deeper.

He rolls his hips back, pulling out and pushing in. He repeats the motion over and over, picking up the pace each time until his hips are slapping against the backs of my thighs in a quick rhythm.

His pace is punishing in the most euphoric of ways. The moan that falls from Adam’s lips is the sexiest sound I've ever heard. I didn't know a man could moan like that, and it's the hottest thing in the world. I love that our sounds of pleasure fill the room. My nails dig into his back as I try to keep him as close to me as possible.

He can't possibly get any deeper, but I want-need—more from him. I keep one hand on his back and let the other slide up his body until my fingers find the back of his neck. I pull on him, bringing his head down so he can kiss me.He takes the hint immediately, his tongue possessively sliding into my mouth. The swipe of it falls in line with the rhythm of his hips. “It’s time for you to come” his voice is deep and rough, he reaches his hand between our bodies and circles my clit . “Are you close?” my words failing me, “Yes” his lips pressing into my throat, as a moan falls from me as I shatter around him. He thrusts in and out, two more times, the grunt and whimper from his mouth as I feel him. He buries himself into the space between my neck and shoulder. We lay there as our bodies and minds recover. When he removes himself, he heads to the bathroom, and I hear the shower running. He peeks his head around the door frame, “Darlin, are you coming?” I roll out of bed and join him.

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[elphantasmo]

Chapters: 23/23 Fandom: All Elite Wrestling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kenny Omega/"Hangman" Adam Page Characters: Kenny Omega, Matt Jackson (Professional Wrestling), Nick Jackson (Professional Wrestling), "Hangman" Adam Page, The Dark Order, Ibushi Kota, Adam Cole Additional Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending, Soulmate AU, Alcoholism, mental health, Anxiety, Blowjobs, Anal Sex, Bondage, Canon Typical Violence This is my post for Wrestlebang. I had art made by the lovely @nickgirl and you can find it here:

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2pP9TbaVLVeJTKRZcgV8I6?si=4d5ef0c16d6d485f

https://www.tumblr.com/nickgirl/700274380039700480/whatever-our-souls-are-made-of-heres-the-playlist?source=share 

Summary:

Those demons were Kenny’s voice echoing in his mind for some ghastly reason. It was mundane shit about video games, stuff that Adam would generally tune out when they were hanging out together, but for some reason, it stuck in his mind tonight. He closed his eyes tight and focused on how funny it would be to put steer horns on a sedan of some sort. The visual calmed him as it amused him, and he drifted off to sleep.

When Adam woke up, he felt a sore spot on his right thigh, like a bruise that he had gotten somehow. He didn’t take any hard hits to that area of his leg lately, so he had no clue what was happening. He moved the blankets off his legs to take a look. As he glanced down, he saw a tattoo had etched itself into his skin.

“Fuck”

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[elitehunter]

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)

READ CHAPTER 2 ON AO3

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

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[thenerdybaker523]

12 Days of Christmas: December 16

@12daysofchristmas @zsjaywhite

Title: Attack of the Snowmen

Theme: December 16 (Snowman)

Fandom/Character: AEW/ Adam Page

Warnings: Fluffy 

Word Count: 729

❄ I don’t own any of the GIFs or Photos in this.

❄ Side not for Doctor Who fans, I didn’t realize until after I named the OC Jenny, who I named after the Doctor’s daughter completely forgetting about Vastra’s Jenny until I rewatched The Snowmen, I put her with Snowman. And when I did, I couldn’t change it cause it's kinda funny.

Stephen ~ Adam Page

Jenny’s POV:

Rolling over in bed, I couldn’t help but stare at Stephen for a few minutes before getting up as quietly as I could. Checking my phone for the time, I saw it was 9. Knowing he got in early this morning, I decided to make a light breakfast for myself and make something later when he woke up for both of us. Shutting the bedroom door behind me, I made my way into the kitchen. Walking into the kitchen, I made myself a cup of coffee and some toast. Staring out the window I noticed we had a good amount of snow. After a couple of minutes of just staring out the window, an idea popped into my head. After finishing eating, I got dressed in some warm clothes and put my winter coat, boots, gloves, and hat on then headed outside to start my plan.

Adam’s POV:

Waking up, I stretched out reaching for Jenny when I felt her side of the bed empty. Grabbing my phone, I checked the time and saw that it was 10:30. Getting out of bed, I went downstairs after getting dressed in warm clothes, then went in search of Jenny. Going past the kitchen window, I started making myself a cup of coffee before doing a double take and looking out the window. There were at least two dozen foot tall snowmen in the yard facing the house. I couldn’t help but get creeped out by all the tiny snowmen. And right in the center was Jenny, who was starting building a bigger snowman. Shaking my head, I wasn’t awake enough to deal with this. Grabbing my coffee, I watched as she built the bigger snowman.

Making myself a second cup of coffee, I put on my boots, coat, gloves, and hat. Grabbing my coffee, I went out onto the back porch, shutting the door quietly behind me so as to not scare Jenny. Drinking my coffee, I watched Jen make the center of the snowman. She was struggling to put the middle part on as I finished my coffee. As much as it was entertaining watching her struggle, I decided to be nice and go out and help her. She still hadn’t noticed me when I walked up behind her.

“Need some help Darlin’?” Jenny ended up jumping, almost slipping and falling if I hadn't caught her. She smacked my chest before kissing me quickly.

“Jerk, but yes I do. I can’t lift this middle part.”

Helping her lift the middle part, I couldn’t help but to comment on the small snowmen. “You know waking up and seeing all these small snowmen were creepy as heck. I know you love Doctor Who, but seriously, dozens of snowmen popping up was not something I was expecting in my half asleep state.” Jenny just looked at me and smirked.

Jenny’s POV:

I couldn’t help but smirk at Stephen. “I know. That was the plan. What can I say, I love Eleven and that was one of my favorite episodes.”

Stephen and I got the head on the snowman, putting on his face, arms, and buttons after. He helped me make a couple more small snowmen before we decided it was time to head in. Leaving our boots, coats, gloves, and hats by the backdoor, we went into the kitchen and checked the time to see that it was nearly 12.

Looking in the pantry for food, I looked over my shoulder at Stephen and asked, “Does chicken and dumplings sound good for lunch? I have enough left over from yesterday when I made it.”

“Sure. While you get that ready, I’ll go get the fireplace going so we can sit in front of it and get warmed up.”

Grabbing the chicken and dumplings from the fridge, I heated them up on the stove. Putting them in bowls, I grabbed two bottles of water from the fridge and joined Stephen in the front room. He had turned on Disney+ and had Nightmare Before Christmas on. We ate while watching the movies. After we finished, I washed the dishes and rejoined him in the front room. Spending the rest of the day cuddled up on the couch in front of the fireplace just watching Christmas movies, only getting up for the bathroom and more food. The day couldn’t have been more perfect.

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[bullet-clubs-bitch]

AEW Wrestlers Pregnancy Headcannons

Requested by @moondust-imagines

Summary: AEW Wrestlers reactions to finding out you are pregnant

Main Masterlist Part 1

Wrestlers mentioned: 'Hangman' Adam Page, Christian Cage, Chuck Taylor and Swerve Strickland

"Hangman" Adam Page

Adam cried when you told him you were pregnant.

You were scared by his reaction, the only time you saw him cry was after the whole brawl out

The diffrance was this time they were happy tears

He coudn't wait to be a father, he promised he would do everything he could to protect you and your baby

Adam did EVERYTHING for you, he wound't let you lift a finger during your pregnancy

It was adorable but also anoying at times, you were capable of walking 10 feet to grab a glass of water

Adam would run to the store in the middle of the night without a second thought for whatever you were craving

He was ment to be a father, he was everything you ever wanted in a partner

Christian Cage

I wrote a four part fic about Christian Cage that you can find HERE, in the second part the reader finds out she is pregnant. I decided to include the scene instead of making headcanons

I went out to pick up a few groceries and once I returned I found Y/n sitting on the floor of the master bathroom with tear-stained cheeks. I sat next to her and asked “What’s wrong?” nothing “If something happened the other day at work you can tell me you know” I waited, I knew she wanted to say something but was having trouble getting the words out. “You’re going to be mad at me” Her words were so quiet it was barely a whisper. “Why would I be mad at you honey?” What would I be mad at? “Don’t yell, I’m sorry. I don’t know how this happened” Y/n had tears in her eyes as she spoke. “I won’t yell, I promise but I need to know what happened so I can help you,” I told her carefully Just then she got up and handed me four items from the sink before returning to her spot on the floor. She was now fully crying and turned her back to me. It took me a minute to realize what I was holding in my hands. Four pregnancy tests, all different kinds but all were positive. “Are these real?” She turned to face me, mascara now ruined. “Are you mad at me?” I wasn’t mad but I was shocked, but I was also happy. “No sweetheart, I would never be mad at you. Especially over something like this” I gave her a hug to which she returned, burying her head in my chest as she continued to cry. I knew what this would mean, Y/n being pregnant would change everything. Although this was a shock I was so happy. We had never talked about having kids, Y/n was still in her prime and I was nearly 50. “What are we going to do?” I wanted Y/n to know that I would support her for whatever she decided. I mean she is making history with her current title reign and at the end of the day this is her body we are talking about. “This is your decision Y/n. I want you to know that I am happy about this but I understand if you don’t want to go through with this.” She looked at me with a sad smile. “Would I be crazy if I said I want to keep it? I still don’t understand how it happened in the first place but the more I think about it, I want to go on this journey with you Christian” I placed a kiss on her temple before saying “Don’t worry, I am going to be here with you for every second of it. We will do this together” 

Chuck Taylor

Looking down at the positive test in your hands you coudn't stop the happy tears that fell from your face

You coudn't wait to tell Chucky the news

When you told him you were pregant he was so happy

During your pregnancy he would constanly kiss your stomach and talk to your unborn child

Chuck Taylor is such a teddy bear, he would be the best dad

Once your baby was born the two of them instanly had a special bond, you swear your baby liked Chuck more than you

Chuck would build you the most perfect nussery and have the best friends come over to help baby proof the house

As much as he loved his friends he woudn't trust them alone with your baby

Swerve Strickland

When you told Swerve you were pregnant he was secretly terrfied

Not just because he would become a father but because of what he did to hangman

He would get nightmares of the cowboy breaking in and taking your baby, simiular to what he did to hangmans son

He was exited to be a dad but was scared of the responsibilities that came with being a father

He was scared that he would mess everything up, scared he would disipoint you

His thoughts kept him up at night and you assured him he would be a great dad

just like you predicted once your baby was born he was a great dad

Swerve promiced he would do anything and everything to keep the two of you safe

He would kill for you

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「 MASTERLISTS 」 | 「 KINKTOBER MASTERLIST 」

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

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

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

「 WORD COUNT 」 — 1.8k

「 PAIRING 」 — fem!reader x hangman adam page

「 GENRE 」 — smut

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

already beginning to feel the wetness pool in your panties

his name fell from you lips in frantic moans

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

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

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

it was the catalyst of your downfall

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

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

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

his moans sounded desperate, needy. yearning for your touch

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“just relax of me, cowboy”

you response was all he needed

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

dragging across the veins along the underside of his shaft

nose nestling in the trimmed wiry mound of public hair.

“hold on, fuck- wait darlin’”

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

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

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

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

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

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

kicking them off with your shoes in the process.

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

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

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

featherlight touches beginning from your hips leading up towards your spine

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

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

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

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

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

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

flesh on flesh seemed the most intimate

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

his hips gently rutting against your own

the tip of his cock grinding against your clothed cunt

only adding to the wetness in your panties

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“so good for me’”

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

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

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

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

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

the sound of skin against skin filled the air

moans rattling against the thick wooden panels of the barn

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

hot droplets of white leaking down his shaft as he finished

your cunt milking his length with every sweet clench and pulse

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

soon relaxing once the high had subsided

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

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

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

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

adam smiled sweetly at the gesture

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

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