#hangman adam page fluff

[midwestmade29]

For the Both of Us 🧡

Just a sweet story about Hangman 🥰 Not gonna lie, I'm pretty excited about this one 🤭🖤

Word Count: 1,888 Divider by: @saradika-graphics *GIF is not mine

Disclaimers: Just a couple of curse words, that's it! 🙂

This story is written from the POV of Hangman Adam Page 🤠

Fiction

Hangman has a very important question to ask Y/N's father...

Today’s the day. I’m going to ask Y/N’s father for his permission to marry her. We haven’t been together for very long, but there’s no doubt in my mind that she’s the one! I’ve met all her family, and they seem to like me just fine. Her dad is a different story. He doesn’t like my career choice; he says he doesn’t understand it. He’s been vocal about his dislike for the way I dress and my longer hair, and our opinions and views on things don’t always match up. There is one thing we do have in common though, and that’s our love we have for Y/N. 

After sitting in my truck for the last 15 minutes trying to calm my racing heart, I finally put one foot in front of the other and knocked on the front door. Y/N’s mother opened it and greeted me with a smile and a hug. I handed her the wildflowers I had picked on my way over as I crossed the threshold. 

I had called her a few days ago to let her in on my plan and she was thrilled! My ear is still ringing a little from the loud shriek she let out. “It’s good to see you, sweetie! Y/N’s dad is about to come in from the fields for lunch if you want to wait with me in the kitchen. I can fix you something to eat too, get you a beer to calm your nerves? Maybe something stronger? I’ll even have one with you!” Y/N’s mother seemed just as nervous as I was with the way she was rambling, but I still appreciated her kindness. She’s who Y/N gets her loving and caring nature from. “I’ll take you up on that beer. Thanks,” I smiled. She opened the two beers and clinked her bottle to mine before we each took a swig. 

Sitting and waiting for Y/N’s father was tortuous as the minutes ticked on. I was fidgeting on the barstool and my palms were sweaty. I kept going over what I wanted to say to him in my head while trying to maintain small talk with Y/N’s mother. She gave her best effort trying to soothe my nerves, her words of comfort were making me feel better, “Now I know Y/N’s father can be a bit of a hard ass, but I also know he just wants what’s best for his little girl. I see the way you and Y/N look at each other, how she lights up whenever you walk into a room. She’s completely smitten with you Adam! I’ve never seen her happier than she is with you,” I can’t hide my stupid grin, even when I try to by pressing my beer bottle against my lips. I’ve got it so bad for this girl.

Our casual conversation came to a halt when the back door opened and the sound of heavy boots hitting the floor echoed through the small hallway leading to the kitchen. “Somethin’ sure smells good in here,” Y/N’s father called out. The slight smile he had on his face when he looked at his wife quickly faded when he noticed me sitting at the counter. Y/N’s mother cleared her throat, breaking the silence that had suddenly fallen around the 3 of us, “Hi honey! Your lunch is ready, want me to get it for you? Adam here wanted to have a little chat with you too. He was just telling me all about this week’s wrestling show, weren’t you sweetie?” I smiled and nodded in her direction; my mouth now felt as dry as a desert. With a low groan, Y/N’s father spoke up, “Well, come on son. I don’t have all day; the fields still need tending to and I didn’t set aside much time for a lunch break. Let me wash up real quick and I’ll meet you in the living room,”

The ticking coming from the clock on the mantel was deafening while I sat and twiddled my thumbs on the couch. I practically jumped out of my skin when Y/N’s father made his presence known suddenly, “Let’s get things going, son. What’s on your mind that’s so important you felt the need to interrupt a hard-workin’ man’s lunchtime?” From his tone and the way he plopped down in his favorite recliner, I could already tell he was in no mood for small talk or beating around the bush. I swallowed my nerves and got right to it, “I know time is of the essence for you sir, so I’ll try and make this quick. I came here today to ask for your blessing. I want to ask your daughter to marry me,” My voice came out a lot shakier than I wanted it to. “Y/N is everything to me, and I want nothing more than for her to be my wife. It’s important to her, and to me to have your blessing,”

Y/N’s father seemed to be lost in thought, or possibly avoiding the topic at hand. The stillness in the room threatened to make me insane, but I wasn’t quite sure how to navigate this conversation. I said the first thing that popped in my head next, “Sir, I know you don’t like me much, but I am a good man. I can’t imagine how hard it is to give permission to someone who wants to take something that means the whole world to you away. I work hard and I’m good at what I do. I’m an honorable man and I will strive every day to be everything your daughter needs. I support her dreams, the vision she has for her future. She’s all I’ve ever wanted in a spouse, a best friend. I can’t promise that things will always be easy, but I promise to love her enough for the both of us,”

The man continued to sit in the chair, stiff as a board. I’m convinced he was enjoying making me squirm while I waited for him to show any kind of life. I was just about to excuse myself to leave, but when he eventually spoke up, his words stopped me in my tracks. “Are you sure you’re not proposin’ to me son? Them’s some romantic words you just said to me. You’re shit outta luck if you are cause’ I’ve been happily married for 40 years,” his tone and expression unreadable. “Excuse me?” I asked full of confusion. The laugh he let out came from deep in his belly and only continued to grow as he took in the dumbfounded look I had on my face. When he caught his breath, he decided to put an end to my suffering, “I’m just yanking your chain boy! You’ll have to forgive me for my piss poor joke. It’s not every day I have someone askin’ me for my daughter’s hand in marriage,” He pushed the leg rest down and stood up, still chuckling to himself as he walked over to me. I joined in, laughing nervously as I rose to my feet too. “Before you go on and say somethin’ else, I have somethin’ I want to say too,” he explained. I nodded my head, looking him in the same rich brown eyes that Y/N has and let him say his peace. “I know I give you heck whenever you’re around. It’s just the way this old stubborn farmer is I suppose. You can ask my wife, she’ll confirm just how stubborn and set in my ways I am,”

“I know that’s right!” Y/N’s mother called out from nearby. We both shared a genuine laugh at his expense before he continued, “Y/N is my baby girl, my pride and joy. We’ve had a special bond ever since she was little and sometimes it’s hard for this old man to accept that she’s not so little anymore. I know you’re a good man, son and I know she loves you just as much as you do her. I guess what I’m gettin’ at is, I’ll give you my blessing, but I have a couple of conditions,” His face went back to serious which made me swallow hard and shift on my feet a little bit, but at this point I was about to agree to whatever this man wanted as long as it meant I could marry Y/N. “Okay, sure. What are your conditions?”

“One is, you’re gonna have to explain this wrestling stuff to me again. Help me understand what exactly it is you do. Two is, you’ll talk to Y/N and her mother and convince them to let me wear my boots with whatever get up they’re gonna want me to wear to the wedding. There ain’t no way I’m cramming these size 13’s in a pair of dress shoes,” The relief I felt when he smiled a genuine smile was immediate. All tension felt like it had left the room, and it was as if a new leaf had been turned. I returned his smile, grinning from ear to ear when my brain finally registered what he just said. My words rushed out as happiness washed over me, “Yes sir! I think that can be arranged. You’ve got yourself a deal,”

I extended my hand to him, and he gripped it firmly, shaking it swiftly before pulling me in for a hug. “Well, it’s settled then. I give you my blessing to ask Y/N to marry you. Looks like there’s gonna be a wedding soon!” he sang. Y/N’s mother clapped and cheered as she entered the room, her eyes glossed over with happiness as she embraced me tightly for the second time today. “Oh honey, I’m so happy for you two! Y/N is gonna make the most beautiful bride, and you’ll be the most handsome groom! Oh! Show me the ring sweetie! Please tell me you brought the ring with you!” the excitement in her mother’s voice was contagious, it made Y/N’s father and I laugh at her very animated antics. “It’s uh, actually out in my truck but I’d be happy to go and get it,” I offered. Before she could answer, Y/N’s father spoke up for the last time of the day, “And that son is my cue to get back to the fields. I trust you’ll let us know when you’re planning on popping the question,” “Of course, sir. I’ll keep you guys in the loop,” With a pat on my shoulder and a nod, he made his way back to the kitchen and out the back door. I knew it wouldn’t be long before Y/N would be arriving since she had promised to help her mother with some of the farm chores, so I rushed out to my truck and grabbed the ring box. I opened it and the small diamond sparkled in the sun, causing me to grin at the thought of it doing the same thing once I slide it on my future bride’s finger. When I was finally able to make my leave, I smiled like an idiot the entire drive home. I started to picture Y/N in a fancy white dress walking down the aisle, right to me. I don’t know what I ever did in life to deserve an angel like her, but I’m so damn lucky she’s mine.

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[that-one-gay-aew-enthusiast]

'Hangman' Adam Page Masterlist

☆ -Smut

◇ - Other warnings

♡ - Part of a series

Reflections

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[deepdisireslonging]

Height-Ho

It doesn’t matter how cheesy the pun is, it doesn’t take much to get Hangman Page riled up.

Pairing: Hangman Adam Page x Reader

Warnings/Promises: so many bad cowboy puns, fluff, SMUT

Word Count: 1056

Note: If you guy’s don’t know who Mae West is… you’re missing out. She’s got some of the best lines in classic Hollywood… and very inspirational. I was also overseas without internet when I wrote this… so I didn’t know about the Hardyz vs Young Bucks feud and the dressing up until after I got back. Kind of lucky timing. As always, comments and reblogs are super appreciate. Enjoy!

One of these days you were going to thank Tony Khan for instituting the “Retro” nights. Nobody wore their current gear, only ones that were at least older than AEW. This was especially fun for talent who’d been the business for a while and could call upon a plethora of their old looks to bring back for one night. Somehow, someone had convinced Jericho to use one of his early 2000’s looks, where his hair was kept in a high pony on top of his head. Jungle Boy ducked before he could get hit for aliking the legend to Pebbles from the Flintstones.

You had much more luck with the people in your circle. Kenny brought back the Terminator entrance (as did Brian Cage, making for a fun match later than evening), and the Bucks fought against the Hardyz with both brother sets wearing replicas of their first gears. Britt had her Adam, and you had yours. Your Adam wore the length of rope tied around his neck in a noose to the ring and back. It reminded you of when you first met him in the early days of your relationship. Now you were more direct with what you wanted; seeing him sweaty, chest heaving, and with tug-able locks made you yearn.

“Hey there, Cowboy.” It thrilled you to watch the knowing smile brighten up his face. “Can I ask you somethin’?”

“Yeah, shoot.”

As he kissed your forehead, you asked, “how tall are you without your horse?”

Adam chuckled. “Six feet… seven inches.” Behind him, Colt Cabana looked up in confusion.

“Never mind about the six feet,” you said after a whistle, “let’s talk about the seven inches.”

***

You still had a hold of his noose by the time he locked his dressing room door behind you. The sight of you leading him around by it caused several hoots and whistles… neither of which either of you heard. Adam pried your hands loose of the rope, pinning your wrists to the door. He kept you silent with little kisses over your lips, cheeks, eyelids, and under your jaw. When you were breathless, he deepened his kiss, pausing over the places he knew would make your blood hum.

“Did you like the show?”

“Mhmm.”

With a suckling kiss behind your ear, he drew an easy gasp from you. “Did you see anything special that you liked?”

“Mhmm.” Leaning forward to kiss him with your own strength, you added, “I’ve got him right here.”

Finally, he let your wrists go.

He always did that. Kept you on edge with kisses and slight touches while you couldn’t really reciprocate. It’s because he knew that once you got your hands on him, he couldn’t get a word or move in edgewise until he could wrestle control from you again. After dealing with the buttons on the remnants of his shirt, and the one on his jeans, you stripped him as he stripped you. Within a few more steps, he fell back to sit on the couch. You laced your fingers with his, arching his arms behind his head.

“Y/N-“

“Hi,” you grinned, kissing him on the tip of his nose.

“Hi, ho-“ Adam grunted as you sat on his lap. “How- how would you like a ride?”

“Yes, please.”

While one of his hands teased your breast, and the other your clit, you edged him with a few strokes before lining him up where you wanted him most. The fill of him distracted you. Adam held onto your hips as you sank, keeping you from taking him in a breath that neither of you would survive very long. When you were seated, he held you close. Heartbeat to heartbeat. Mouths to the curves of each other’s necks till you desperately squeezed around him. And still, he held you down, mouthing across your collarbone as you shivered with need.

“Adam-“

He thrust into you once. “Yes, darlin’?”

“More. Please.”

He set the pace until you wound up enough energy to meet his thrusts. Then, it was anybody’s game. Both of you were careful of using your fingernails down each other’s backs. Both of you were carful not to suck a mark visible above your ring gear. But you didn’t care about the noise. The way he could make you cry out with a twist of his hips; or the way you could make him shout with a squeeze of your walls. Your perspiration now matched his. Sticking to him, clinging to him as you did your best to chase the release that you needed and ensuring to bring him down with you.

Prayers, pleas, and desperate bartering were nothing against the speed he chose to fuck you with. After a while, all you could do was hang on, unable to do anything more than feel the coil tightening under your stomach. The twitch of him inside said he was close. You dug you fingers into his hair, arching back his head so you could pant against his cheek. But his own grip on your hair pulled you away, forcing you to watch one another gasp and moan in anticipation.

You shuddered first. Shivered and quaking, your eyes closed against your will, crossing under your eyelids as the pleasure streaked through your veins. Before it could come down, Adam released as well, moaning into the valley of your breasts.

Though your bodies stilled, your heartbeat raced like you’d run a marathon. Adam was doing no better. First a match, then fucking you, his chest heaved with a need for oxygen, and his eyes fluttered with the need for sleep.

Obnoxious pounding on the door startled you both.

“Oy, Hangman! Stick it back in your pants,” one of the Bucks shouted, “we gotta hit the road.”

You both smiled against each other’s skin. He murmured, “it was sweet while it lasted.”

“Yeah.” Holding him for another minute, you asked, “do I need to drive? I can if you’d like to sleep for once.”

“Nah, I’ve got it.” He nibbled at your earlobe. “Besides, I might want to play with you in the car.”

“I thought we were carpooling with the Elite-“

“So?”

You tsked. “Down, boy.”

“Oh, I’ll get there.”

As he nuzzled his nose into your cheek, you laughed. “When is it enough for you?”

“With you, Darlin’, never.”

***

Masterlist

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Other Hangman Fics:

  Saddle Up (AR, S)

  Here for the Party (S)

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[thewulf]

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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[bullet-clubs-bitch]

Can you do after care head cannons with the Elite?

I finally got my computer back since It was being fixed. Expect more writings from me soon!

Enjoy, I hope this is alright. Feel free to leave more suggestions

Aftercare with the elite would include..

Main Masterlist Elite Masterlist

Nick Jackson

Once you both got down from your highs Nick would hold you close

Nick always had a thing for breeding you so he would make sure to clean you up before he ran a bath

Carrying you into the room and laying you gently in the tub

He was a very messy guy so if needed he would quickly change the sheets before joining you in the tub. 

Nick would leave delicate kisses to your skin as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear telling you how good you were

Once you finished he would wrap a fluffy towel around you as he brought you back to bed

The two of you would then cuddle, your head resting on his chest

Nick never intended it to be like this but during this time was his most vulnerable state

He would often talk to you about whatever crossed his mind

Leaving you two with some of your deepest conversations before you fell asleep in eachothers arms 

Matt Jackson

Matt and Nick can be very different from one another when it comes to the bedroom. But they do share similar qualities when it comes to aftercare.  

Like his brother Matt took joy in aftercare. He valued the time, it was a special thing in his mind. Often some of the most vulnerable time for anyone. 

Unlike his brother Matt was quiet, most of the time you didn’t hear him leave. Being greeted by the older Jackson standing next to you with a glass of water and a big smile that warmed your heart. 

Both of you would normally clean up yourselves

When you would return you would find Matt lying in bed watching tv

He would offer you one of his sweaters as the two of you would watch tv together making small talk before sleep took over you both

Kenny Omega

Kenny was never one for aftercare before he met you

He would be quick to grab a towel to wipe you down after

He would make sure you went to the washroom right after

When you would come back he would be waiting with a glass of water, wanting to make sure you kept hydrated 

He would ask you a million times if you were ok, since he is terrified of hurting you

If you needed it, he would run a hot shower since he doesn’t like baths. 

Holding you against his body as he scrubbed body wash over you

He would then hold you tight in his arms as the two of you cuddled

He would wait for you to fall asleep first, watching over you wanting to protect you

Hangman Adam Page

Sex with Adam was always amazing but sometimes you found yourself lost 

At first it was silence as you left the room to have a hot shower, or the occasion he would bring a towel to clean you both up. 

You taught the cowboy the rules of aftercare, something you always valued with your partner. 

He would try and makes jokes to lighten the atmosphere that surrounded you

If needed you would share a hot shower as you washed the other, it was something you both quite enjoyed but more than once led to some fun in the shower. 

Once you both changed into more comfy clothes you would both have a beer and order some room service as you enjoyed each other's company. 

Talking about your day and plans with work

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[aalyssah]

Drunk Arugments

Pairing: Adam Page x Wife!Reader

Warnings: Angst/Fluff

Word Count: 2,168

Summary: Adam drinks too much and it causes arguments and hurtful things to be said.

A/N: I was originally gonna do this for Dean/Jon Moxley, but I don't feel like he would drink beer like Adam does. Hope You Enjoy!

You paced around back and forth from the living room to the kitchen. You haven't heard from your husband, Adam since this morning. He was telling you how he was gonna have a promo with Jon and all the work stuff and said he would call you back. Well, news flash! He didn't call you back.

His friends from Dark Order were supposed to be taking him home, but no one's car has yet been pulled in the driveway. You tried texting John, Alex, and Evil Uno, but they haven't responded. You bit your nails looking out the window, until a phone call made you rush to the living room. It was, Alex. You picked it up fast, answering.

"Hey Alex, where is Adam?" You could hear music in the background, yelling, and singing. "Yeah, Y/n? Could you come get Adam?" You got up, going to put a jacket on and grab your car keys. "Where are y'all?"

Alex sighed knowing you would be mad. "The bar." You rolled your eyes, huffing. Of course, he was at the bar, after you told him specifically, not to go, until after his match. It does nothing, but work him up even more. "Alright, thanks Alex. I'm coming." Was all you said, before starting the car and driving off.

~

As you pulled up, lights were blaring, music was loud, it was so loud that you could hear it down the street. Sighing, you unbuckle your seatbelt and make your way inside. You saw many people dancing and singing everywhere, the only one that caught your eye was Adam.

He had at least 6 cups of drinks empty around him. The boy kept telling him to stop and tried prying the drink out his hand. You walked over and tapped Adam's shoulder. "Adam Page, you put that drink down right now!" The Dark Order members sighed in relief seeing you here to stop him.

Adam turned around, furrowing his eyebrows. "Who the fuck are you?" You were taken back by his tone. He never cursed like this before. "Come on Adam, I'm gonna take you home." He didn't protest, but came with you anyway. You said your goodbyes to the members before driving off him. Adam didn't say anything, but talked about how he needed more drinks, to which you ignored.

You pulled in the driveway of your house and opened his door to help him out, but he pushed your hand away. "Get off me." You ignored his demand, still trying to grab his arm. He pushed you back, making you stumble. "Get the fuck off me." He walked in the house, leaving you shocked.

There was no way in hell, you were gonna let him talk to you like that.

Angrily, you walked in, following after him. "Adam, watch who you're talking to." He scoffed, grabbing another beer from the fridge. "Oh, no you don't!" You grabbed the drink out his hand, setting it on the counter. "Give it back!" You shielded the drink by shaking your head. "Adam, you've had enough!" Adam chuckled, shaking his head. "What are you, my Mom? Just give me the damn drink, Y/n."

You once again denied his request. "I'm your wife, Adam and I'm supposed to look after you." You watched as he took his shoes and shirt off. "You're always nagging at me all the time, just give me what I want." You took a deep breath, trying to control your anger.

"Adam, I don't want to argue with you. Please, let's just get ready for bed." He looked at you like you were crazy. "No, I'm tired of you not letting me drink! You're not the one who has to fight that son of a bitch, Jon!" The sudden yelling made you jump. "Adam you need to be patient-" Adam cut you off, slamming his fist down.

"I don't need you! I don't need you to tell me what to do. I know what I'm doing." Your body stopped as you heard what he said. 'I don't need you!' You wanted nothing more than to slap him and tell him to fuck off, but this was your husband. You love him even though he's claiming he doesn't need you.

"Well, if you don't need me, what will happen if I leave? Who will put up with your shit like I do?!" You said, finally letting out your anger. Adam thought about it for a moment before saying a stupid response. "It doesn't matter if you're here or not because I can find someone way better. Someone who won't nag me constantly and someone way hotter."

The tears threatened to fall as he said all the harsh words. "Maybe I can go back to that girl, Addison. I know she won't nag me and she'll let me drink as much as I want." He sang. The tears dropped as he compared you to his ex. "You're a real asshole, Adam! Call me when you see you need me!" You snatched the car keys and left, not caring about your clothes or anything.

Adam didn't think to care about anything, but drinking. He sat happily on the couch watching movies and drinking his beers.

You, on the other hand, drove to your sister's house, who offered to let you stay as long as you wanted.

Let's see how long Adam can last.

~

The morning Adam woke up, he had a huge headache. He looked around the room and noticed you gone. He looked at the nightstand and saw no pills or a glass of water. Something wasn't right. You weren't here and he doesn't remember you saying anything about work.

He got up and made his way to the kitchen. "Y/n?" It was as empty as his bed this morning. He noticed all your stuff was here except the car. As he walked in the living room, he saw empty bottles of beer on the coffee table. It was like a ton of bricks hit his head as he remembered what happened the night before. All the things he said, everything he did, and when you let came to his mind.

He felt bad, but at the same time he could drink. No, drinking is what got him in the situation. Getting ready, he walked outside to see the car gone. He called Alex to come pick him up and asked him for advice. "Hey man, what's up? Are you feeling better?" Adam sighed, rubbing a hand through his hair. "Man, I fucked up bad." Alex took notice of how nervous and confused Adam sounded. "What happened?"

Adam told Alex what happened and what he said the previous night. "You're an idiot, Man. You're lucky she's giving you another chance. If I said that to my wife, I would be divorced!" Adam didn't want to think about you and him getting a divorce. "Don't say that please. Just driving Alex did what was told and drove him to the arena.

Tonight Adam had a match against some random jobber on Dark and all that was on his mind was, You. He couldn't get you out of his mind. Everyone could tell, he was out of it. He would zone out when someone is talking to him, he would check his phone every 5 minutes, and his knee would bounce up and down. He was worried about his relationship.

"Adam! You're up!" Adam's thoughts were interrupted when a Staff Member called him. He slowly walked out, not high, giving any fans nor smiling. He was upset and he wasn't gonna pretend that everything was okay. Especially when it was about you. He did his match slowly as he botched his moves. He was slow and always in though.

His mind was somewhere else. Taz and Excalibur would point that out, even fans started recording and posting it to twitter on how stuck he was.

You watched from your sister's house as you saw him. He's never acted like this even when y'all had arguments, but you would never leave. You meant so much to him that if you left him, you would ruin his career and part of you felt bad, but when you think back to his words, there is no way he didn't mean it.

~

Adam came home to a dark, cold, empty house. Sighing, he looked around. The house was a mess. Beer bottles everywhere in the living room, kitchen sinking full of dishes, and clothes all on the floor in your shared bedroom. The whole house was dirty. Adam put his bag down and began cleaning. In the end, the only thing he could clean was the beer bottles and wash the dishes.

Embarrassingly, he didn't know how to work the washing machine or he didn't know what products to clean the bathroom with, so he left it there. It was now dinner time and it was a hassle, trying to find what to eat. There were many options, but you were the one to cook 'em and he never paid attention because of the beer. He just grabbed a beer and drank it before falling asleep. He can't live like this anymore. He needed you.

2 Weeks Later

The following days came again. He did everything the same except, he didn't have a match, so that gave him time to plan. He secretly got help. He talked to a therapist and told her about his drinking problems and how it's gonna make him lose his family. His goal was to finish the therapy, but he took an extra week.

He wanted to change and get right for you and after many thoughts, he decided he was ready. He called you and asked you to come home, to which you agreed. It was kind of awkward to hear him sound so calm after almost a month of not talking.

When you came home, you were met with a clean looking Adam. "Hey, please come in." He took your jacket off and keys, put it in the bowl before returning back to you. You saw the dining table set, with a candle set in the middle and food on a plate. You took a moment to look around the house and saw it was clean.

Adam pulled the chair out for you and sat in his. You two began digging in your food and sipping on your drink. "So, how have you been?" Adam asked, making eye contact with you. "It's been, okay. I just babysat my sister's kids, so that was fun." You shrugged your shoulders, knowing it wasn't anything special.

Adam, put his fork down, making a clatter noise known. "Look, Y/n. I don't wanna beat around the bush, at the things I said that night. I know I was wrong and the truth is, that I do need you. I need you to look after me and tell me to stop drinking, I need you to be here to clean the house and make sure we are living from your delicious food, I need you to love and care for me everyday, I just need you to be my wife and I'm really sorry for the things I said. If I could go back in time and stop myself from saying what I did, I would go in a heartbeat." Adam took a breath, finishing his speech.

You opened your mouth to say something, but Adam held his hand up. "Wait, I'm not done. I just-" You didn't listen to him, still talking. "Adam. That's all I wanted to hear you say. I wanted you to tell me you need me." You got up and hugged him, taking in the scent you haven't smelled for almost a month.

Adam held you tightly, fearing that you'll leave him again. "I'm sorry." His voice cracked as he apologized. He never wanted to make you feel like you weren't enough, he wanted to do the opposite actually, but after that night, he lost it.

"And I'm sorry about the whole ex-girlfriend reference. She's nothing compared to you." You then pulled back and noticed the tears coming out of his eyes. "Hey, it's alright, I forgive you. It was the past." You wiped his tears and for the first time in a month, you kissed him. The kiss was full of lots of emotions following up the argument.

You rested your foreheads against each other and looked in both of his eyes. "I talked to a therapist and she told me to slow down on my drinking, so I'm limiting myself for every week I can only have 2."

You were surprised that he actually did it, but you believe him. "I love you." You kissed his lips once more. "I love you too. Now let's go sit down and finish this dinner so we can cuddle and watch a movie!"

Adam couldn't be happier and all he knew is there would be no more drunk arguments.

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[COLD] Person A gets cold during the night, and joins Person B in bed. // Adam squared Cole is soooo clingy

Cold Cuddles

[COLD] Person A gets cold during the night, and joins Person B in bed. // Adam squared Cole is soooo clingy

Paring- Adam² (Adam Page x Adam Cole) 

Category- Fluff

Warnings- Explicit language

Word Count- 464

Note: This is the first fic of any kind I've written in so long and I've never written for either Adam before but I wanted to give it a go so please don't be too harsh ;-;

Cole let out a frustrated sigh as he tossed and turned in the second of two beds in the hotel room he shared with his boyfriend. *Normally* Cole and Hangman would've shared a bed, even if one of them accidentally got a hotel room with two beds instead of one. However, tonight was different. They got into a fight? It wasn't significant enough to consider it a fight....more like a disagreement. But nonetheless, Hangman had insisted they sleep in separate beds. He turned over from where he lay alone to look at Hangman, feeling salty that his boyfriend was getting such deep sleep while he lay there restless and cold despite being wrapped up in all the blankets he could gather. It was winter, after all, and there had been a snowstorm on top of that.

Cole sighed softly as he thought for a minute. He wanted so badly to go over and curl up with his space heater of a boyfriend. However, at the same time, he didn't want to further upset him. After a few minutes, he finally gathered a blanket or two and lay next to Hangman. Cole waited a few minutes for his boyfriend to roll back over and face away, not wanting to wake him before getting up out of his bed and lying next to Hangman. He was surprised when Hangman almost immediately turned back over and pulled Cole close to his body.

"I knew you would come over here at some point, Darlin'." Hangman mumbled sleepily. Placing a gentle kiss on the top of Cole's head. Cole tightly wrapped his arms around Hangman and kept him close, burying his face in his boyfriend's chest. Cole looked up at his boyfriend with a confused look and received a tired smile in return.

"I thought you were asleep." Cole said softly, a pout in his tone and on his face as he spoke.

"I was, but I could pretty much feel how cold you were from here but I didn't know if you were asleep." Hangman said with a slight chuckle and gave Cole a shy smile. "I should've gone to lay with you anyway."

"No, it's okay, babe...You said you wanted us to sleep in separate beds since we were arguing..." Cole couldn't help a slight frown across his face which caused his boyfriend to frown slightly as well.

"Well only cause we were still arguing and I didn't want to go to bed with you angry...It's not good to do that, apparently." Hangman looked away, feeling a bit bad that he had made Cole feel like he couldn't come to lay with him.

"It's okay, baby..." They sat like that in each other's arms, Hangman soothingly running his fingers through Cole's long blonde locks as they enjoyed the comforting silence.

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Matt meets up with a possible client at his Christmas Tree farm on a cold January day. He'll beat the storm to get home on time. Or will he get stuck in a Hallmark movie?

~

This started by me and Sarah cracking jokes about Matt being Adam's sugar daddy back in the ROH days and him buying Adam a chainsaw, and then it spiraled and this...happened? I dunno it's 98% tropes and 2% Matt saying the word Lumberjack in the horniest voice ever. Enjoy.

Mini playlist (it's a Hallmark style fic, I'm giving it a Hallmark style playlist): Last First Kiss - One Direction You and Me - Lifehouse Everytime We Touch (Yanou's Candlelight Mix) - Cascada Wait a Minute - Sub-Radio

~

Matt adjusts his tie as he parks, the lack of traffic causing him to be over half an hour early. The charming office is surrounded by stumps and smaller pine trees, and it’s easy to imagine what it would have looked like a month or two ago: Page’s Tree Farm, full of pine trees the perfect height to settle in the living room for the holidays. Truly, the place is as quaint as he could have possibly imagined. Matt makes sure his car’s windows are rolled up and wraps his coat tightly around himself. The forecast said the storm was going to be big, but he’s lived in the Midwest for almost a year now. Sure, California doesn’t see any snow, but he saw some back in March of the previous year. He’ll be out of here before it even starts.

He walks up the path, but the door to the shop and office area appears closed. He pulls on it – locked.

“Damn it,” he mutters, adjusting his scarf up around his ears. The temperature is dropping faster than he expected. “Mr. Page?” he calls, peeking around the sides of the small building. “Mr. Page? Anybody?”

The sun disappears behind thick, grey clouds, and Matt makes his way around the sides of the office to see an open path. He’s torn between deciding if it’s a creepy murder path or a charming woodland paradise. For his own peace of mind, he decides on the latter.

As he steps over a few snow piles, he hears some sort of rhythmic thudding from the woods, and he follows it. “Mr. Page?”

The thudding continues, and Matt reaches a clearing in the area. And feels his entire brain short circuit and fall out of his ass. Matt stares as Mr. Page – it’s gotta be him, Matt recognizes those curls from the photo on the website – swings an axe up and crushes it down on a felled, dry, Christmas tree, cutting clean through it. Like it’s nothing.

Matt is suddenly incredibly overheated in his peacoat, dress pants way too fucking tight. He needs to say something. Needs to call out to him. It’s only polite to announce your presence, right? His mother would be so disappointed. He just stares. Not a single hello or how are you. He’s a sham of a good California boy.

He’s finally jolted out of it when Page lets out this incredible grunt – manful is the only word Matt can come up with to describe it – as he swings down on the thickest part of the trunk.

Stupid tight work pants, but also thank god for the tight work pants.

Matt clears his throat. “Excuse me.”

Mr. Page finally looks up, tossing the blonde curls over his head like a damned swimsuit model in plaid and jeans. “Oh!” He lights up, smile on his face. “Hi. Sorry, didn’t see you there. Are you Mr. Jackson?”

Matt nods, and deliberately doesn’t add, if you’re nasty, because he’s a good man on a business trip and whatever the eff is going on in his pants is completely external to this situation. “Glad to finally meet you in person.” He walks over to Page, sticks out his hand. “You can call me Matt.”

“Matt,” he says, and the goddamn lumberjack of a man has a lumberjack of a handshake, too. His hands are big. Matt is screwed, and not in the way he wants. “You can call me Adam.” He gestures to the stacks of cut wood all around him. “As you can see, I’m in desperate need of your services.”

Matt lets out the most pathetic little whine at the back of his throat, because God and everyone else is trying to kill him right now. “Yeah. I, uh. Chainsaws and other tools.” Matt winces. He’s not making it any easier on himself. “That’s my specialty.” He’s okay with dying now. He’s supposed to be the put together adult here. He’s got years of experience selling things people don’t need, brokering deals with bigger companies to get their investments without losing his and Nick’s majority share of the company. He’s convinced big shot lumber companies to choose his product over that of the leading major business.

And here he is, pitching half a tent in his nicest suit pants over a guy who looks like he could carry him bridal style into a firelit log cabin and fuck him within an inch of sanity. He’s a terrible businessman.

“Perfect,” Adam says. Even his smile is sexy. This doesn’t feel fair. “I got a good group of people working for me, see, but it’s a small town, and they, uh. They’re all characters.” Adam laughs, running a hand through his hair, pushing the few curls that had fallen to across his eyes out of his face. “We’ve busted eight chainsaws in a season. Which is quadruple what I’m used to breaking in a full year.” Matt winces, and he hopes it looks sympathetic. “So I’m looking to invest in a relatively large order.”

Matt nods, back in his game. “Right. And we at Jackson and Jackson are happy to provide you a bulk discount.” He smiles. “We’re always glad to be chosen over the big chains.”

“Well, I sure as hell wasn’t going to Home Depot,” Adam says, laughing. Matt puts that detail in his back pocket. “Plus, small businesses have to support each other, right?”

“Glad to be your first choice,” Matt replies.

Adam’s smile gets a little sheepish. “Sort of. You guys called me back before the Lowe’s rep.”

“I can’t fault you for going with the most timely,” Matt says, taking the time to feel smug, because he deserves to be. Punctuality is his greatest virtue. His only one, if the way he can’t stop thinking about what those hands can do has anything to say about it.

“I got a bunch of old Christmas trees to turn into firewood for the local shelters,” Adam says. “I have people donate them here when they’re done with ‘em, so we can break the trees down and turn them into something useful. But it takes about three times as long without the chainsaws.” He gestures to the pile of trees in the corner that Matt is just now noticing. “They rot quick, though. How soon can you get the saws to me?”

Matt resists a sigh. Of course he’s a humanitarian. Of course he puts his personal time and resources into helping others. Because this isn’t stupidly Hallmark enough. “Let’s workshop that in your office. It’s uh,” he gestures behind him, “it’s beginning to snow.”

Adam looks up, frowning. A few snowflakes flutter perfectly onto his hair. “Huh. You’re right. Didn’t even notice how cold it got.” He swings the ax like a stupid movie character, catching it in his hand. “I always forget how much more energy it takes to cut wood with this.

“Well, that’s a problem I’m here to solve.” Matt shoots him his best smile, because if Adam’s going to be hot, he will be too, damn it. “Let’s go crunch some numbers.”

~

It takes longer than Matt expects, because Adam is good. He haggles and suggests and flirts just enough to make it work appropriate, and, infuriatingly, makes some really good points. It takes two hours to narrow down a deal that gives them both what they want. Matt wrangles an advertisement in Adam’s main hallway and a recommendation for Jackson and Jackson on the website. Adam gets 15% additional chainsaws for free in their five-deal agreement, but he throws in a smile, so Matt sort of considers it a win for himself, really.

“Well, if you’ll sign here,” Matt says, spreading out the paperwork Adam had printed from his own office computer, “we can get it all ironed out. I’ll scan it and send it to my brother, Nick, and he can fax or scan you a copy of the finalized documents by tomorrow morning.”

“Great!” Adam says. “I mean, if the power stays on.” He glances out the window. It’s practically a sheet of white outside. Matt feels himself start to panic, just a little bit. “Oh, shit. That storm came earlier and harder than we thought.”

It takes everything in Matt’s power not to make a wildly inappropriate comment at that. “I’ll be fine.”

“Like hell you will,” Adam says, and it’s forceful but not unkind. “You been out in weather like that? I’ll be surprised if you can get your tiny ass sedan out of the parking spot!”

“I’ll be fine,” Matt says, rolling his eyes.

He is, he finds, decidedly not fine. The car turns on, but even with Adam digging out the wheels, the snow has practically locked him in the space. “Well,” Matt says, stepping out of the car and brushing snow out of his hair. “This sucks.”

Adam shrugs. “Maybe it’ll let up early since the storm started early.” He gestures to the office. “Come on. It’s cold out here. I’ll light the fire and we can hopefully wait it out until the storm calms down.”

Matt pauses for a minute. He’s got the deal done. He did his job. He wants to leave this place and let himself have the inappropriate fantasies of what he wants this man to do to him happen in the privacy of his own goddamn home. But he’s got literally no alternative.

“Alright,” Matt says. “Yeah.” He rubs his hands together.

“You want a whiskey or something when we get inside?” Adam asks.

Matt shakes his head, distracted at the way that Adam walks next to him so closely. With the setting sun and the oranges spreading across the snow, the shadows strike him in ways Matt couldn’t have imagined. He swallows. He’ll stay focused. He’ll stay professional.

Matt and Adam walk into something like a back room behind the store and the offices, something much more cozy and personal. Matt takes in the children’s paintings on the walls, the pictures of dogs and a group of friends on the bookshelves. He reads the titles; everything from Rick Riordan to the Marquis de Sade to Ta-Nehisi Coates. It’s full of strange shelfmates, things Matt would have never thought to put together. He reaches out, unable to resist tracing the spine of a clearly well-loved copy of The Iliad.

“Yeah, sorry,” Adam says. “My stuff doesn’t all fit in my apartment, so my bookshelf has made its way down here over the years.”

Matt nods, not really hearing. He takes in all the titles until he finds himself seated on a big, comfy armchair with a hideous pattern. “It’s lovely,” he says, almost too quietly.

“Thanks.” Adam’s voice is quiet, gentle, soft.

Adam lights a fire with some of the logs he’d cut earlier that day, which Matt manages to convince himself not to get a boner about, and the two of them chat mindlessly as reruns of How I Met Your Mother play in the background. The snow doesn’t let up, they exchange mentioning. The sun sets and the room gets a few degrees colder, but Matt doesn’t mention it, just leans closer to the fire. It’s just a coincidence that it means he leans closer to Adam, too.

They’re halfway through singing along to a Robin Sparkles episode when the TV shuts off and the lights flicker once, twice, and go off.

Adam sighs somewhere in the darkness. “Well, fuck. I was hoping we’d avoid that this storm.” Matt hears rustling. “Give me a few minutes. I’m going to go check the breaker box.”

“You good out there?”

Adam’s laugh is better than any music Matt’s ever heard. “I got this. Done it a hundred times.”

Matt wants to argue that, duh, he knows Adam can handle it, but Matt wants to be of some kind of help. Adam’s out the door before he can explain that, though, so he gives in to his basest impulses and goes too close to the fire, just to get a little warmer.

“Power’s out,” Adam says, walking back in with a flashlight and a gust of wind. There’s snowflakes tangled in his hair. Matt wants to brush them out for him. “Snow’s halfway up the door to your car, too. Sorry, Matt. Looks like you’re stuck here.”

“Oh, no,” Matt argues. “I couldn’t impose.”

Adam laughs, something rumbling and joyful that sends shivers through Matt’s body. “God, you city kids are cute. Nah, baby, nobody’s getting out of here until maybe noon tomorrow, at the earliest.”

Matt squirms at the pet name, unsure he’s deserved it but addicted to the way it sounds out of Adam’s mouth already. “How are you getting home then?”

Adam points upwards. “The stairs. I live on the second story of the business. Makes it easy to take care of everything.”

Matt blinks. “Oh. Well that sounds convenient.”

“It is.” Adam takes Matt in, looking him up and down in a way that gives Matt goosebumps. “You gonna be comfortable in that suit overnight?”

Matt looks down at himself. While immaculately tailored, Matt’s gotten hives just from sitting in the comfiest of office chairs for too long in these pants. “Um.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Adam says. “Come with me. You can borrow pajamas. I’m sure they’ll be a little big on you, ‘cause you’re so short -”

“Hey!”

Adam shoots him a grin. “Despite your vertical challenges, they should work well enough.”

About ten minutes later, Matt finds himself in Adam’s bathroom, in Adam’s apartment, looking like an absolute buffoon. He’s wearing a Dolly Parton t-shirt and it fits okay around his arms, but it’s a little long. That’s not the problem, though. Adam was right – the pajama pants drag on the floor. They catch under his feet as he shuffles around while he brushes with the dollar store toothbrush Adam found under a giant box of Lysol wipes he’d gotten back in June of 2020. He tries to make his beard and hair look at least partway presentable, then pauses, because he doesn’t know why he’s so nervous to leave the bathroom.

He's making sure his half up top knot is angled right, because reasons, when the flashlight flickers once, twice. Then goes out.

“You okay, Matt?” comes Adam’s voice from somewhere in the upstairs apartment. “I think your flashlight went out.”

“I can see that,” Matt calls back. He feels around for the doorknob, and does his best to shuffle out the door. Unfortunately, he trips over the pants and crashes into something sturdy and warm.

“Hey,” Adam chuckles, grabbing him by the biceps and hauling him back up. “You okay?”

Matt’s suddenly delighted for the darkness, with the way his cheeks are burning. “I’m good,” he says, and he hates that his voice sounds a little fluttery. “Unfortunately you were right about the pants.”

“I’m right about a lot of things.” He places his hands on Matt’s shoulders. Matt thinks it must have been accidental, the way Adam brushes some of his hair off of his shoulders and rests his fingertips against the side of Matt’s neck. “I, uh, you wait here. I’m going to grab some more flashlights and light some candles, okay?”

Matt nods, forgetting it’s dark. “Oh, yeah. Course.” Fuck his weakness for people playing with his hair, even when it’s an accident.

He hears rustling again, a little crashing, then sees a light beam cross across the room until it settles on him. He feels too seen, examined.

“There you are,” Adam says, voice warm. “Here, this one’s yours. We probably want to go back downstairs so we can keep an eye on the fire. Don’t want to burn the building down.”

“Oh, definitely not,” Matt says. “That would be, like, the worst business deal in history.”

Adam laughs somewhere in the room, and another light flashes on. “Alright, help me carry these candles downstairs. We’ll set them up around the place. Just nothing too close to the books, okay?”

“Oh, sure, the big city boy’s too stupid for fire safety,” Matt cracks, shooting a grin at Adam as they make their way, carefully on Matt’s part, down the stairs. “I can do some things right.”

“You sure can cut a deal,” Adam says. He sets a candle on the bottom step of the stairs once Matt is out of the way. “You haggle like the grandmothers who show up here demanding a discount because of a dead tree branch.”

“I think I’d agree with them,” Matt says, lighting a candle on a dresser, far from the photo of a strange little man in an elf costume. “There should be at least a five percent discount for a defective limb.”

“How dare you!” Adam argues. He glows oranges and reds by the light of the candle in his hands. “That’s my home grown product!”

“If it’s diseased, it needs a discount,” Matt replies. He relishes the way Adam’s jaw drops in horror, the little smile in his eyes that he fights to show on his lips

“You come into my house,” Adam says, voice dangerously dark but eyes still sparkling, “on the day of a fucking discount chainsaw deal and a snow storm…the bit failed, but you get where I’m going.”

Matt legitimately throws his head back, laughing, falling back against the couch. He feels Adam slide toward him, just a little.

“You want a drink or something?” Adam asks. He sounds a little – there’s something in his voice. Something Matt wants to hear more of.

“Oh, I don’t really drink,” Matt starts, but, as he watches Adam’s face fall, “but I’ll take, like, a ginger ale.”

“I got ginger ale!” Adam says. He’s almost eager as he leaps up and darts across the apartment to the kitchen. Matt can see only a sliver of him as he hears the fridge open. “Oh, and, uh, well, I have leftover pizza. You’ve got to be hungry.”

Matt is, a little bit. “What kind?”

“Pepperoni,” Adam calls. Matt leans to see Adam, butt sticking out, face first in the fridge. It’s a good view.

“Perfect.”

They eat quietly, both of them watching the fire flicker. Matt hasn’t had pizza this good since this little Italian place he grew up with back in California. It doesn’t help the situation that the pizza’s cold, though, and he begins to shiver once he’s done.

“You cold?”

Matt nods, admitting defeat.

“We can get a little closer to the fire, if you want,” Adam says. “Sit on the floor.”

Matt drops to the floor and scoots on his knees over in front of the fire. The blaze hits him like a wall, and he half falls over.

“See, okay, I said on the floor, not in the fire.” Matt can practically feel the laughter in Adam’s voice.

“Oh, shut up,” Matt giggles, reaching out and smacking Adam’s arm. He doesn’t miss the way Adam licks his lips at the touch, and he decides, in that moment, to up his game. What happens in a log cabin in a snow storm stays in a log cabin in a snow storm, right? “Do you have a generator or anything? I’m starting to get bored.”

“What, I’m not enough entertainment?”

“I mean, I’m sure you are,” Matt says, trying not to let on that Adam’s fallen right in his web like a sexy little fly, “but, I mean, TV?”

“No generator,” Adam says. “I’ve got Clue, though.”

“Can’t play that with two people,” Matt says, shaking his head. “Plus, I’d annihilate you. It wouldn’t even be merciful.”

Adam scoffs. “Please. I’d win with ease.”

“Well, next time we get stuck in a snowstorm with a third person, I’ll take you up on that.” He peeks over Adam’s shoulder, trying to figure out where Adam may keep the games. “What else you got?”

“Life?”

Matt rolls his eyes. “That game is boring.”

Adam blinks. “Life is boring?”

“I’m sorry, if I wanted to rehash my early twenties, I’d be in southern California right now,” Matt says with another hair toss. “Pass.”

Adam shrugs, taking a sip of his ginger ale. Matt mirrors him before he even realizes he’s doing it. “Uh. I have cards?”

Go Fish is more boring than staring at fire, they discover, and they set it aside after the third game that Matt wins.

“Alright, we’re – we’re out of ideas.” Matt sighs. “What could we possibly do…” He trails off, a little too smug about the way Adam’s eyes follow every move he makes. He taps his finger on his bottom lip, twists a little, stretches out in front of the fire. “Truth or dare,” Matt finally says after his little show.

Adam, who had definitely been staring, shakes his head. “Huh?”

“Truth or dare,” Matt asks again. “It’s the only option left.”

“Dare.”

Matt grins. “I dare you to go outside and put your bare ass in the snow.”

“Child’s play.” To Matt’s surprise, Adam stands up and walks out the door before Matt even gets a chance to stand up. He manages to get to the door by the time Adam plops down in the snow. “Easy. This is shit I did in middle school. Up your game, Jackson.”

“Fine. Truth or – ”

“Oh, no,” Adam says, standing. He looks way too smug for a guy who just had his pants down and his ass in the snow. “It’s my turn. You know how to play truth or dare, right?”

Matt rolls his eyes. “Ugh. Fine. Truth.”

“Who’s the worst customer you’ve ever had?”

“Oh, easy!” Matt launches into the story of Brecken Callahan, an absolute dickwad who tried to shit talk Jackson and Jackson, then tried to demand Matt let him in on investing in the business.

Adam follows the story intently, eyes flickering from Matt’s wildly gesturing hands to his lips.

“Okay, now you, truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

Matt senses an opening. “Are you gay? Straight? Bi?”

Adam’s smile is slow, dirty, delicious. “I’m bi. Truth or dare?”

“Truth?”

Adam leans in a little closer to Matt. “How many people have you fucked?”

Matt tilts his head, counting on his fingers. He hopes the blush creeping across his body isn’t too visible in the firelight. “Eight. Ten, if you count blowjobs.”

“Of course I count blowjobs.”

“Then ten.” He stretches his arms above his head, tilting his head back, exposing his throat. When he opens his eyes again, Adam’s mouth is hanging open. Works every time. “Truth or dare, lumberjack?”

“Lumberjack?”

Matt raises an eyebrow as he plays with the ends of his hair. “Am I wrong?”

Adam opens and closes his mouth, then sighs in defeat. “Yeah, fine. Truth.”

“How many people have you – have you slept with?”

“Six,” Adam answers, automatically. “Truth or dare?”

They’ve moved closer to each other, the chill in the room gone for the heat between them. Matt’s practically touching Adam now. He’s ready to go in for the kill. Matt swallows. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” Adam says, eyes locked on Matt’s.

“Are you hard right now?”

Adam’s eyes widen with shock, the shadows from the candles and firelight reflecting off of them, then they settle. His smile is slow, dancing across the face like the light. “Why don’t you see for yourself?”

It’s as good an invitation that Matt thinks he’s going to get. Reaching out to rest a hand on Adam’s thigh is easier than it should be. Adam leans back against the couch, opening himself up to Matt a little bit, all guards down. Matt can see it, now, the thick outline in the grey sweatpants. “That’s, uh. That’s a yes.”

Adam lets out a low laugh. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” Matt nearly whispers, so close to Adam it feels magnetic. He doesn’t lean in, though. That’s not how the game works.

“I don’t gotta tell you what I want you to do.” Adam tilts his head up and kisses Matt, threading his fingers through his hair and pulling down against Adam’s body. Matt melts into the touch, crawling into Adam’s lap, throwing a leg over Adam’s hips. Adam takes the opportunity to slide a hand into Matt’s sweatpants, grabbing a handful of his ass. Matt presses against Adam, mouth opening against his, and he almost collapses against Adam’s chest as Adam licks into his mouth.

Matt gets a little dizzy with it, but he gives as good as he gets, running his hands up the front of Adam’s shirt and yanking it up. He hates that he has to pull away from Adam’s mouth, where the taste of ginger ale still lingers, to get the shirt off. Adam laughs as he struggles to get it over his head.

“Truth or dare,” Adam says, shirtless, glowing like Apollo in the orange sparks of the fire. “Works every time.”

“This was my idea.”

Adam laughs, biting at Matt’s throat. Matt hopes it bruises like proof. “I’m the one who said I didn’t have any other board games.”

Matt’s responding laugh is cut off as Adam sucks, hard. There’s going to be a mark, alright. “You try this on all the boys?” Matt asks, leaning down to trail kisses along Adam’s jaw.

“Only the pretty ones,” Adam replies. He slides his hands up the back of Matt’s shirt. “I fucked up when I gave you my clothes. I made my own kryptonite.”

“Effing nerd,” Matt laughs, but rewards Adam with a sucking kiss to the neck. Adam’s hips seem to twitch up outside of his control, a little gasp coming out of his mouth. Matt chases is as it skates off of Adam’s tongue, falling back against Adam like he was built to be there. His hands are so goddamn big as they splay across Matt’s back, as they push the shirt – Adam’s shirt, god – up and over. Matt pulls back so Adam can pull it over his head. His eyes skate across Matt’s chest.

“Fuck, you’re ripped,” Adam murmurs, and he leans in, biting at Matt’s collarbone, down his chest, at a pec. Matt squirms against it, desperate to get closer while also getting more naked. Adam grabs at Matt’s biceps. Matt flexes a little, because he’s always been a bit of a showoff, and Adam lets out this half-hysterical little laugh.

“What?”

“Your biceps are the size of your head,” Adam says, sounding a little dazed. “You could probably, like, bench press me.”

Matt shrugs. “I’ve been working on building muscle.”

Adam laughs again, eyes glazing over. “God, I’m glad you were the consult on those fucking chainsaws.”

“Me, too.”

They fumble against each other until Adam gives up and hauls them both to their feet. They twirl around each other like it’s choreographed as they move up the stairs into Adam’s apartment, Adam catching Matt every time he nearly stumbles on the pajama pants. Matt is suddenly consumed by the smell, touch, feel of Adam all around him. He wants to drown in it, wants it to pull him under.

“What do you want?” he asks Adam, willing to give him whatever the answer is.

“You,” Adam murmurs. His lips burn a trail along Matt’s jaw. “All of you.”

“But specifically,” Matt asks, voice broken off into a bit of a moan as Adam’s hands go for his ass again.

“Wanna get inside you,” Adam says, and it’s enough of a growl that Matt gets a little weak kneed. Adam takes advantage of it, pulling Matt’s legs out from under him so his back falls to the bed. He’s miserable, for just a second, until Adam covers him again, that long, strong body on top of him, pressing him into the mattress.

He won’t hold himself responsible for the moan that comes out of his mouth, but Adam hears it, laughs against Matt’s throat. “You good?”

“Yeah, inside me, good,” Matt babbles. “Now?”

“Wait, baby,” Adam says, and it’s the pet name again, and Matt’s a fucking mess. Adam pushes the pajama pants down and off of him. He’s hit with a wave of chill until Adam’s hands are back on him, manhandling him to where Adam wants him on the bed. Matt rolls over at the touch, pliant, malleable, and all he wants is those hands everywhere.

“Can I…?” Adam asks, massaging Matt’s ass.

“Yeah, please,” Matt says.

“You’re so much politer in bed than in business,” Adam says, but he leans down to nip at the back of Matt’s neck, so he doesn’t really have the mind space to respond. There’s a few infuriating moments where Adam’s hands are nowhere near Matt, but he comes back soon enough. Adam’s finger is already coated with lube, slick as it glides between Matt’s cheeks and teases around his hole. Matt pushes back against it, and is rewarded when Adam gently rests his hand on his lower back. “I’ll give you whatever you want,” Adam murmurs. “You just gotta ask.”

“I want you in me,” Matt whines, and he’s not proud of it, he isn’t, but he doesn’t have control of it in them moment.

Adam laughs, low and tantalizing and –

Matt lets out a slow exhale as Adam slowly presses his finger in, so gentle, so hesitant. “You can go faster,” Matt practically begs.

“See, that’s what I wanted to hear,” Adam says, sounding far too put together in the moment. He moves just the way Matt wants it, rougher and faster, and Matt can’t help but press back against it.

“Jesus,” Adam says, “wouldn’t have expected this.”

“Why not?” Matt gasps as Adam teases at adding another finger. “You expect me to be a boring lay or something?”

Adam hums, sliding another finger inside of Matt like it’s nothing. “I just expect the people who come to my tree farm to, you know,” he laughs as Matt gasps at the twists of his fingers, “not be so good at taking my fingers."

Matt keens as he pushes back on Adam’s fingers. “Hope I’m not too much for you to handle.” He looks behind him to see Adam with a positively hungry look on his face. Before he knows it, Adam flips him on his back, pressing his wrists to the bed.

“Too much to handle,” he scoffs, twisting his fingers inside of Matt almost hard enough.

“Fuck me and we’ll see if you can keep up,” Matt says, because it’s been long enough, and he’s not sure if he can wait any longer. Adam pulls his fingers out of Matt, with one last twist that gets Matt exhaling sharply, and reaches over to a drawer. Matt watches him, knowing his gaze is hungry, as he pulls out a condom and more lube.

“Took you long enough,” Matt says, grinning, because he’ll never resist the opportunity to be a little bit annoying.

“You keep that up and maybe I won’t fuck you,” Adam replies, and his stare is so heated that Matt shuts up immediately. He watches, propped up on his elbows, as Adam slides on the condom and slicks himself up. Matt exhales slowly in anticipation, desperate to have that length pushed into him, fucked into him. He doesn’t have to wait long.

“You okay?” Adam asks, hand on the back of Matt’s thigh, propping his leg up. “Like, you…?”

“If you don’t fuck me, I think I’m literally going to explode,” Matt says, trying to level Adam with the same stare he’d given Matt earlier.

Adam laughs, presses a kiss to Matt’s calf, and looks back at him. Matt wants to dive into those eyes. “Okay,” Adam says.

He pushes in, so goddamn slowly, and Matt sees stars. He can’t help himself from sighing, dropping his head back on Adam’s pillow, a little smile playing across his lips.

“You look so good like this,” Adam murmurs, pressing another kiss to Matt’s leg. Matt forces his eyes open – it’s not every day he gets to see a masterpiece painted in front of him. Adam groans a little as he pulls back and pushes in, eyes closed. Matt can’t tear his eyes from Adam’s face, watching his eyebrows draw together, his hair dance across his forehead. He wants to memorize it.

And then Adam picks up the pace, and Matt loses all thoughts in his head.

“Good?” Adam asks, like it could be anything but.

Matt nods. “Yeah, so good. Don’t stop.”

Adam lets out that little laugh again. “Good to know.”

Matt tries to push back against Adam, give as good as he’s getting, but the way Adam slams into him is so deliberate and focused it knocks all sense and planning out of his head. He reaches up to brush a thumb across Adam’s mouth. He presses a kiss to it, then draws it into his mouth, making Matt whimper with the way he sucks at it.

“God, you’re…you’re so…” Matt can’t finish his sentence, arching back as Adam thrusts at a new angle.

Adam laughs, a little choked, a little desperate. “Yeah? You, too.” He ducks his head in against Matt’s neck, pressing kisses, and Matt lets it all wash over him. He clings to Adam’s arms, his waist, his neck, desperate to get his hands on as much of him as possible. The world shrinks to the two of them, to where they connect.

“Matt,” Adam groans, his voice tight, “fuck, I’m – ”

“Yeah,” Matt says, and he slides a hand in between the two of them, curling his hand around his own cock. He doesn’t even need lube – he’s leaking enough to make the motion slick and right. “Me too.”

Matt gets himself there before Adam, coming in strong pulses all over Adam’s chest and his own. Adam’s response is to get unsteady, a little wild, a little rough with his thrusts. All Matt can do is hang on to it, riding through the aftershocks until he feels Adam come inside him with a groan that sounds a whole lot like Matt’s name.

Adam takes care of the mess and then his face is buried in Matt’s shoulder as he collapses. Matt pets through his hair with his fingers, something he hopes is soothing. He’s feeling pretty exhausted himself, though, body thoroughly wrecked and mind calm. “Damn.” Adam presses his face against Matt’s neck.

“Damn is right,” Matt laughs. Adam stirs a little bit against him, lifting his head. Matt can’t resist brushing the hair out of his eyes. The man really is pretty.

“You okay?” Adam asks. “I got a little, uh,” he laughs, “a little enthusiastic.”

“So okay,” Matt says. He grins and drops his head back against the pillow, feeling warm and cozy. “Better than okay. I feel great.”

“Good,” Adam says. “Wouldn’t want you to rescind your chainsaw deal.”

“I could make a hilarious joke about me taking care of your wood,” Matt mumbles, suddenly sleepy.

“You could,” Adam says. He yawns. “I don’t know if I have the energy left to laugh about it, though.” He pushes himself up.

“What? No,” Matt says, before he can stop himself. “Where are you going?”

“Gotta take care of the fire and the candles,” Adam says through another yawn. “Can’t burn the place down.”

Matt nods and follows Adam out of bed, throwing on the grey sweatpants.

“Those were mine!”

Matt points to the elastic at the ankle. “These I can keep up. They are mine now.”

With a shrug, Adam pulls on the red plaid pants. “I guess they are.”

Matt blows out the candles while Adam makes sure the fireplace is safe for overnight, and they trade kisses as they make their way back up to Adam’s room. It feels more homey, domestic, familiar than it should be. Matt blames it on being tired, but he knows, somewhere, that it’s more than that. They fall into bed and under the covers together, and Matt is so exhausted – two hours of driving and the business deal of a lifetime can drain you – that he falls asleep without realizing he’s curling up in Adam’s arms.

He wakes up suddenly, light streaming in through an unfamiliar angle. He blinks, twisting a little when he feels the weight over his waist. His body flushes warm at the memory of the night before. Adam looks near angelic as he sleeps, lips slightly open in a sweet pout and hair fanned over the pillow. Matt shifts back into the bed, soaking in the warmth.

“Hi,” Adam says, voice gravelly. “Mornin’.”

“Morning,” Matt replies. He snuggles in and Adam opens his arms, pulling Matt flush against him. “Sleep okay?”

“I should be asking you that,” Adam says into Matt’s hair. “Since you’re my guest and all.”

Matt leans back into him. “Your guest wants to know if you think the power’s back on.”

Adam sits up, leaving a hand splayed on Matt’s hip like it belongs there. “Looks like it. My alarm clock says it’s 2am, though, so it hasn’t been on for too long.”

“Makes sense,” Matt says. “It’s cold in here.” But he’s awake now, and he sits up, a little disappointed at the way Adam’s hand slips off his waist. He wraps his arms around himself, shivering a bit.

“Is that you hinting you want to wear more of my clothes?” Adam asks, grinning. “I got a hoodie you can borrow if you want to be all high school about it.”

“With that attitude I don’t want anything,” Matt lies.

Adam grins at him, like he knows, like he feels it too. “Sure you don’t.”

The shower takes longer than expected to warm up, but Matt’s not too worried. It’s huge for such a small apartment, and Adam crowds in behind him, hands on his waist.

“Okay if I join?”

“I’d be offended if you didn’t,” Matt laughs, tilting his head back. Adam goes at the hickey Matt had noticed in the mirror from the night before, and Matt squirms against it, desperate for more and less all at the same time.

They soap each other up, and Matt falls against the wall as the body wash rinses off him, pulling Adam in for a lazy kiss and letting his hands wander. Adam grins at him. “Can I blow you?”

“The eff kind of question is that?” Matt asks. He’s been a little hard since Adam joined him in the shower, but he’s at 100% already. “Of course you can.”

Adam drops to his knees. “As you wish.”

“Oh, don’t go all Westley from Princess Br – ” But he cuts off, because Adam is good at more than just negotiation with that mouth.

~

It takes an hour for the two of them working together to dig out the tires, and another, more fascinating hour of Adam looking like a mechanically-inclined cowboy on an ATV with a plow attachment, before there’s a fighting chance of Matt driving out of here. He wants to stall, but he’s not sure what he could do, realistically. Nick’s already called him three times, panicking, and he’d had to promise he’d be back in the city by five to go over the final plans for the next deals and the Q1 meeting that’s planned for tomorrow.

But he doesn’t want to leave.

“Alright,” says Adam, looking like a dream as he swings a leg over the ATV and jumps off of it. “That should do it. Driveway’s ready, car’s out of the snow.” He gestures. “I didn’t even try to pop a tire or anything.”

Matt can’t help but smile. “And why would you do that?”

Adam sighs, walking up to Matt, hands settling on his hips. “Because I am a dopey, romantic freak, and I want you to stay.”

Matt wants it too. He wants it so, so badly. But he can’t. “I want to stay too,” Matt says. “Wish I could. But, uh,” he looks up at Adam. “Maybe next time you could come visit me in the city? We could fake a snow day and turn off the lights?”

Adam’s grin is like sunshine. “I’d love that.” He leans down, and Matt knows it’s the last kiss, for now. He makes it last, though, tries to make it so all he can taste and smell is Adam for the foreseeable future.

When he finally pulls back, it feels the way he did when he and Nick told their friends they were leaving California. The kind of goodbye that aches. The kind of goodbye you’re not supposed to feel with a one time hookup. “Keep in touch. And not just professionally.”

Adam presses a kiss to Matt’s forehead, and it feels like a promise. “I will,” Adam says. He reaches for Matt in a move that feels like it has some interesting potential, but he just grabs at the pocket of the sweatpants and pulls out Matt’s phone. He points the phone toward Matt’s face, and it unlocks. “I’ll put myself in your phone.”

“You’re already in there,” Matt says, grinning. “Remember? Business deal and all that.”

Adam points the phone in his face. “I renamed it Sexy Lumberjack Adam.”

“Well,” Matt says, taking the phone back, “you’re not wrong.”

He waves goodbye, feeling awkward, and slides into the seat of his car. “I, uh. I hope I’ll see you soon.”

Adam nods, then frowns. Like he’s rushing, he half runs his way over to Matt’s car. “One more kiss for the road?”

Matt sighs, relief coursing over him. “Of course.”

It feels like hope.

“Text me when you get to your house,” Adam says as Matt swings the door closed.

Matt nods.

It’s the first thing he does when he pulls into his driveway.

Home!

It’s only seconds before he gets the reply. See you soon <3

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the boys knew every detail about you

the things you loved and hated

your fears and worries

even down to your music taste and favourite foods

you told them everything

they were your rocks, so to speak

which in all seemed off the them when you’d secluded yourself in your hotel room for the past two days

only appearing when you needed to travel or do a tv taping

nick was the first to notice your odd behaviour, keeping a close eye on you for the time being

thinking that it was nothing more than an off day for you

soon matt and kenny caught on as well did hangman

the four of them seemingly perplexed as to why you’re ignoring them

“sweetheart…it’s us” matt’s knuckles softly rapped against the door

the door of them stood awkwardly in the hallway, awaiting a response

“c’mon darlin’ we just wanna talk…we’re worried about you” adam’s voice gently called out amongst the silence

the four of them eagerly pressing their ears up against the door still waiting for a response

audible sighs left their lips as you quietly muttered that the door was unlocked

they took notice of you, amongst the darkness, laying facing away from them on the bed

they joined you, kenny sitting by your head, resting it upon his lap

adam sat opposite your, a worried gaze held in his cornflower blues

matt and nick sat by your feet, the brothers remained silent for the moment

“what’s the matter, princess? you’ve been so distant lately”

kenny’s fingers gently combed through your hair

“i-i don’t know…” you began, feeling your throat grow tight with sobs

“i’m just so anxious. i can’t sleep, i can’t think…and i don’t know why!”

you pulled yourself up, sobbing into kenny’s shoulder

“i’m sorry i kept avoiding you-“

“no, no hun. don’t apologise” nick cut you off albeit unintentionally.

“we love you and we just want to help you through this, okay” the younger buck wrapped an arm around your shoulder

“you can tell us anything…y’know that right?” matt interjected

you gave a small nod in response as kenny placed a sweet kiss to your forehead

“and we’ll always be here to listen. no matter how long” kenny gave a tight squeeze to your should in reassurance

adam cupped your cheek, his thumb swiping away stray tears

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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! ❤️

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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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[mystic-story-lover]

~ Texas Death ~

Adam Page x Unnamed Female!Reader 

Word Count:  1589

Warnings: 18+, Swearing, Blood Content Warning, Public Sex, Fingering, Penetration, Oral (Male Receiving), 

Type: Fluff & Smut 

Summary: Hangman reflects with his girlfriend on his Texas Deathmatch against Swerve 

A/n: Okay, I saw this match and instantly knew this was going to be written 

~~~ 

Sometimes, Hangman really pissed her off. 

Tonight was AEW’s Full Gear, and her boyfriend was to fight in a Texas Deathmatch. She knew the match was going to be brutal, and she knew that Adam would be taking bumps that made her nervous, but she was also pissed. After promising her that he wouldn’t do anything reckless to get himself hurt, she watched him get glass in his back, fuck around with barbed wire, and play with staples. Out of most things in matches, Hangman knew that was one that grossed her out. 

“Babe, how many times do I have to tell you I’m sorry?” His voice came from behind her. 

“A million? Two million?” She retorted with questions of her own. “I had to watch one of my best friends take staples to the face. Do you know how gross it is to see staples in another person’s body?” 

“It was for the show, and I warned you there would be things you didn’t like in it.” He groaned, dragging a hand down his face.  

“I thought you meant glass or thumbtacks, not a fucking staple gun.” Her hands flew into the air in exaggeration. 

Hangman sighed, knowing she was right. For effect of the show, nobody warned her about the staple gun coming around, especially knowing how much she hated it. There’d been times that seeing them has caused her to become queasy, and he felt bad for the lack of warning. Jogging to catch up with her, Hangman let out a breath, hoping he could make it up to her. Once he’d caught up with her, the cowboy reached out for her wrist, catching it in his palm. Using the opportunity, he spun her around, giving her a chance to look at him. Hell, he’d drop to his knees in front of her if that’s what it took for her.  

With wide eyes, she sucked in a breath, taking the time to truly look at him everywhere. She noticed the way the dried blood lingered on his body, but any cuts were cleaned up already. Her hand shook as she reached out for him, and he grabbed it with one of his own, bringing it to his chest. 

“You’re still bloody,” she whispered, shaking her head. “I don’t get it, why are you still covered in blood?” 

“Because Darlin’, I didn’t care about cleaning myself up until I checked on you. You were right, I should’ve told you about the staple spots.” He spoke gently, still holding her hand. 

“I don’t know what to say.” She replied, a small smile appearing on her face. 

“You don’t have to say anything, I’m just glad to see you smile.” A smile came on his face as he answered her. 

Her actions were wordless, but they held a tension that the blonde didn’t expect to come from this. As her finger slipped under his chin, he looked at her eyes, and he noticed they were darker than normal. Using the resting finger, she brought Hangman’s face down to her level, and wrapped her arms around his neck. The small smile turned into a cocky smirk when she leaned up to kiss him, which he reciprocated. 

“Darlin’, what are you doing?” He panted out, pulling away from her lips the slightest bit. 

“All I’m doing is kissing you.” Her voice came with an innocent tone, but he knew by the look in her eyes that her thoughts were far from. 

“You really want to do this at work?” Another kiss from her sealed the answer he needed, and he backed her into a wall. 

The two weren’t far from his dressing room, but she knew that he was still sharing it with the rest of The Elite, leaving it useless to them. Thankfully, they were in a dark hallway, one that was barricaded from most sights by wooden crates. There was only one way to see down the hall, and that was to come up right next to the boxes, meaning they’d be hidden with ease. 

“Didn’t think I’d be getting this treatment tonight.” Hangman let out a little chuckle as he moved his feverish kisses to her jaw. She leaned her head back against the wall, welcoming the feeling of his lips on her body. 

“Neither did I,” a moan escaped her when his lips connected with her sweet spot. When his teeth contacted the flesh, a whimper followed his action. “Seeing you the way you are, I changed my mind.” 

“No complaints here.” He whispered below her ear, bringing his lips back up her neck. 

“Hangy, please, I need you.” She moaned out, panting as she leaned her head back in pleasure. 

Following her needs, the cowboy backed away, giving him the ability to turn her around. While her hands collided with the wall, he pressed himself right against her, allowing her to feel his cock through his gear. To not waste any extra time, he quickly tugged her leggings down, her lace underwear coming off at the same time.  

“Touch yourself for me baby.” He grunted, palming her ass in the process.  

She did as he told her, bringing one hand off the wall and letting it fall to her pussy. Small silent whimpers fell from her lips as her fingers met her clit. Adam listened to her gasp as she slipped two fingers into her entrance, and he lowered himself to a squatting position so he could watch her. He’d always admired the sight of her completely at his will, following everything he told her to do, no matter how badly she wanted his hands on her. Tonight, he wouldn’t make her wait long, as he stood upright again, he began to unbuckle his belt. He listened as she continued to pant, his rock-hard cock only becoming painful while restrained. Still reeling from the pleasure between her legs, she listened as the sound of a zipper interrupted the moans she let out. The following sound of fabric falling only increased the slickness at her core, and she released a louder moan as his hand encountered her ass. 

“Take your fingers out Darlin.” He spoke, kissing her left shoulder blade. Again, she did as he told, removing her fingers and bringing the hand back up. “Taste yourself babe.” 

Following instructions again, she took both fingers in her mouth, sucking on them. A muffled moan came from her as she could taste herself. A grunt of approval came from the taller man behind her, and he placed his lips on her middle upper back as he spread her legs a little farther with his foot. Using the extra room, one of his large hands that rested on her ass now found its way to her hip, allowing him to hold her steady as he began to slide inside of her.  

“Fuck, Darlin’, you feel so good taking me in.” Hangman grunted, and she moaned at the feeling. 

Allowing her the time to adjust, he gave a few sloppy and gentle thrusts. When she started moving against him, he knew that he would be able to move faster. With his free hand, Adam reached for her long locks of hair, wrapping them around into a makeshift ponytail, and pulled her back against him. Whilst the point was to stay hidden in the darkness of the hallway, the smack-smack-smack of their bodies connecting could be heard from down the hall.  

“Shit, that feels so good.” Her pants were quicker than they’d been before, the result of him lifting one of her legs, giving him a new angle.  

“Fuck, I know baby. Want to make you feel good.” He grunted, biting her earlobe after his words. 

No longer able to control the volume of her moans, she bit her lip, an attempt that failed. The pleasure that she felt became too much, and she couldn’t keep silent anymore. 

“Adam, oh right there. Please Adam.” She begged, a whining tone following her. 

“Please what Darlin’?” His question was cocky, and they both knew it. 

“Touch me, please, I’m so close.” Another loud moan followed as Adam’s lips met the spot where her shoulder and neck meet. 

“My hands are already on you baby.” He chuckled when he groaned. “Let me hear you scream my name when you come baby.” He whispered in her ear, nose snuggled into the side of her head as his fingers slid down to her clit.  

The feeling of his breath on her ear followed with his skillful fingers playing with her bundle of nerves nearly sent her over the edge, and Hangman felt her clench around him. The thing that sent her over however was when his teeth bit into her earlobe, and his free hand spanked her at the same time. She clenched around him, squirming against him, and he heard her screaming his name. 

“Fuck, baby, I need you on your knees. Want to come in your mouth.” He grunted, pulling out of her swiftly. As soon as her knees connected with the cool tile, his hands formed her hair into another pony. Thrusting quickly, he took control of her throat, and she relaxed it to take him farther in. She felt the way his hips stuttered, along with the hot ropes of cum as he finished in her mouth.  

“Shit, that was hot.” He whispered, and she nodded along. 

“Yeah, except for us who heard it down the hall from you two!” Adam Cole called from the Elite’s locker room, and the couple laughed. 

#~ my story :) ~ #tw mention of injury #tw mention of blood #tw talks about blood #aew imagine #aew smut #adam page imagine #adam page smut

[delilahcalicocat]

《Got your back》

Rating: None

Warnings: Your heart might melt from the amount of fluff

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

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

WC: I don't know lol :[

[Millie's POV:]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I Love you too Adam.." I Replied

He seemed a little shocked I understood his muttering.

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

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

Hope you enjoyed this tooth rotting Fluff story :D

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[windhamsrotunda]

Shar's Updated Writing Pinned Post (8/9/23)

! Please note that I unfortunately no longer take requests as of right now !

(this list is going to be updated every so often)

Who I write / planning on writing for:

WWE:

Edge

Roman Reigns

James Drake (Schism)

Nathan Frazer (NXT)

Jimmy Uso

Jey Uso

Madcap Moss

Solo Sikoa

AEW:

Christian Cage

"Jungle Boy" Jack Perry

Alex Reynolds (dark order)

John Silver (dark order)

Wardlow

Erick Redbeard

Adam Cole

"Hangman" Adam Page

Music | Misc:

Oli Sykes (Bring Me The Horizon)

Matt Kean (Bring Me The Horizon)

Patrick Stump (Fall Out Boy)

Frank Iero (My Chemical Romance)

Ray Toro (My Chemical Romance)

Jamie Campbell Bower

Sam Bower

Chris Motionless (Motionless in White)

Vinny Mauro (Motionless in White)

Noah Sebastian (Bad Omens)

Kellin Quinn (Sleeping With Sirens)

What I write about:

Fluff, Angst, and Smut.

18+ Content (this is an 18+ only blog)

Male x Female! Reader one shots

Female x Female! Reader one shots (trying to get back into it, but will only write fluff and angst)

Links to some of my fics {mostly smut!}:

Edge & Christian (smut)

Heel!Edge (NSFW Alphabet)

Christian Cage (daddy issues)

Oli Sykes (NSFW alphabet)

Oli Sykes (smut fic)

Roman Reigns (smut)

Roman Reigns (smut 2)

Roman Reigns (smut 3)

Roman Reigns (smut 4)

Chris Motionless (car rides at midnight with Chris)

Chris Motionless (with those angel eyes)

Patrick Stump (fluff fic)

Wardlow (smut ficlet)

Wardlow (he's kinda hot though)

James Drake (Jagger Reid) Smut

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