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peachyomega · 2 months

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Love Me Not

Summary: STRICKPAGE

Rating: NC-17

Characters: Hangman Adam Page X Swerve Strickland

Warnings: Suckin and fuckin and holdin hands

Words: 2111

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fuck you." Adam spat.

That was it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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milesworld96 · 5 months

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I’m back on my bullshit

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lonelyvampx7 · 2 months

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Strickpage | Rude Boy

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For you : @a1aq4

#strickpage #rude boy #hangman x swerve

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hangmoxer · 4 months

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I don't know how this app workz. im just a little puppy who like hangmox and hangmoxswerve. Wld Anyone like to be friends

#hangman x swerve #hangmox

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allelitewrestlings · 5 months

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#hangman page #adam page #swerve strickland #wrestlingedit #aewedit #aew #aew full gear #event: full gear 2023 #tw: blood #tw: deathmatches #ours: gifs #maker: s #*#feud: hangman vs swerve #hangman x swerve

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bloodycowboyclub · 2 months

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FULL GEAR (11.18.23) // AEW DYNAMITE (02.28.24)

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madhatterbri · 4 months

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Hanging or a Wedding? | Hangman A.P.

Summary: You agree to marry the Sheriff in order to save the Hangman.

Author's Note: Western AU. This is a stand alone from the others that can be found here. ❤️ Merry Christmas babes.

Please find my other Hangman fics here.

Starring: Bryan Danielson, Hangman Adam Page and Swerve Strickland.

"You are a traitor to the great state of Texas. It will be such a treat watching you hang," Sheriff Danielson sneered ensuring to draw a reaction from the crowd that formed around them. The Hangman was dragged towards the jail with a rope around his neck. His hands were tied around his back making him an easy prey.

Men watched as the famous Hangman Adam Page was led to jail. The rich were happy that a man that stole from them was finally being put away. The Hangman hung his head in shame hoping a certain woman wouldn't see him. His curly locks fell over his face. He silently prayed to himself that she wasn't around.

"What's going on?" You asked pushing past the crowd. Sheriff Danielson stopped. The guards pulled the rope around Hangman's neck to make him stop as if he was a leashed dog. Adam didn't dare look up at you. He didn't want to see the hurt in your eyes.

"Justice, my dear. Once and for all we will be witnessing this man hang for all his crimes against the great people of Texas," Danielson answered. He ushered for his guards to continue their task at hand.

"No, you can't," you begged. Your pleading fell on deaf ears. The Sheriff wanted this more than anything. A lingering question he asked you suddenly popped in your mind. Your freedom in exchange for the Hangman. It just had to work. "Wait!"

"Now what for?" Sheriff Danielson asked. He stepped up to you. His one eye bore into yours. The horrid smell of his cologne danced with your nose. You had to swallow the bile that shot up your throat.

"If you promise me that you won't hurt the Hangman, I will marry you," you bargained. The words felt heavier out loud than when you thought of them.

"No," Adam grunted. His head shot up to look at you. You gasped at the damage he took at the hands of the sheriff and guards. A mixture of green and purple bruises formed on his cheeks. A bright shiner covered his eye. His bottom lip busted open.

Sheriff Danielson smiled. He asked you several moons ago to marry him. It seemed like now he was finally getting his wish. A hanging and a wedding all in one day. The Governor will surely be pleased with his work.

"Of course, my dear, as you wish," he promised. The sinister look in his eye sparkled. He knew he had to sweeten the deal in front of Adam. Anything to make the Hangman suffer. "As long as you vow to give yourself to me every night,"

"I will," you replied quickly fearing the lawman would change his mind. Tears sprung to your eyes yet you blinked them back. You took a few steps back and started to walk away. A string of curses towards the sheriff flew from the tip of Adam's tongue. The sheriff punched the prisoner in the ribs. He doubled over in pain and stopped his antics.

"Let everyone know that before the day is out we will have a wedding or a hanging," Sheriff Danielson shouted. The crowd cheered as you pushed past them.

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Hours later Adam found himself on the gallows. A rope tightly fastened around his neck. The rope around his wrists burned him from constsntly trying to be free. The executioner did nothing but gloat about how he was honored to be the one to kill him. The prisoner was about to give him a piece of his mind until he saw you.

Your white wedding dress swayed in the wind as the sun started to set behind you. Streaks of orange, pink, and yellow colored the night sky. He always had this vision in his head. The two of you marrying when he was ready to finally settle down. Now he knew he would never get the chance to keep his promise to you.

You walked slowly to the sheriff as he waited at the podium. Flowers hung loosely in your arms. Your face said it all. You regretted ever agreeing to do this. The sheriff remarked on your beauty despite the fact that you were clearly not happy. He took your hand ready to start the ceremony.

A swinging noose swaying lazily in the wind made you look up. A person was standing on the gallows. You shrieked at the realization that it was the Hangman.

"I agreed to your terms. You said you wouldn't hurt him!" You pleaded frantically. "Release him this instant,"

"I will do no such thing. This is just in case you change your mind. Do not be the reason he dies,"

The sheriff ushered for the priest to start the ceremony. Your mind drifted off once he started talking. You watched the Hangman envisioning it was him you were marrying. Maybe in another life. Your future husband pinched your palm to get your attention.

"Do you, Sheriff Danielson, take Y/N to be your lawful wedded wife, to love and to hold in sickness and in health til death do you part?"

Sheriff Danielson turned to you. A wicked smile pressed on his face. He wanted to revel in this a little longer. His greatest adversary was glaring daggers at him from the gallows. He was marrying the girl that stole his heart at first glance. Life couldn't get sweeter. "I do,"

"And do you, Y/N, take the noble sheriff to be your lawful wedded husband to love and to hold in sickness and in health til death do you part?"

This was it for you. The moment of truth was here. Your life would surely be over if you gave yourself to him. You hesitated much to the sheriff's disdain. He let out an irritated sigh.

"Remember what happens if you don't say I do," he reminded. The executioner yanked down on the rope causing Adam to lifted up. He gagged and gasped for air. His toes struggled to touch the ground. Just as quickly, he let the rope go. Adam coughed and took deep breaths to get his bearing back.

A man suddenly stood behind Adam and the executioner. You recognized him immediately. He wore a long black tail coat jacket and black brim hat. His shirt and pants matched the color of his jacket. Strickland, the Hangman's greatest enemy, had a knife in his hands. You watched in horror thinking he would kill Hangman. To your delight, he cut the part of the rope above the Hangman's head allowing him to be free.

"Never," You spoke through gritted teeth and slid your hand away from the sheriff. The sheriff turned to see Swerve Strickland helping Hangman out of his binds. He appeared to be ready for a fight.

The crowd gasped seeing another lawbreaker in their town. Majority of the people attending the wedding were wealthy. They didn't need any trouble. Word would surely spread that Swerve and the Hangman were now working together. This would cause the poors to riot against the rich. The crowd dispersed back to their home.

Adam stared at the sheriff. Danielson put his arms up as if to surrender. The sheriff and his men backed away until they bumped into horses tied to a post. Without many options, they mounted the horses and ran before any blood could be spilled.

You ran up to the gallows and wrapped your arms around the Hangman's neck. He scolded you beggjng you to never do that again. His eyes stared intently at Swerve. Adam wasn't born yesterday. He knew this alliance would never last.

"Why? You could have finally got rid of me," Adam asked. Their rivalry having last since they were teenagers. "The whole state of Texas could have been yours,"

"I didn't do it to be your friend. I want to be the one that kills you, got it?" Swerve asked. The Hangman pursed his lips yet smirked and nodded. "Try not getting caught again. I don't know if I will save you in time,"

#fanfiction #imagine #aew #hangman adam page x y/n #hangman adam page x you #hangman adam page x reader #hangman adam page #swerve strickland #western #western au #bryan danielson

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wnightingales · 3 months

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“This is the third time, and after that, we are DONE.”

god this is just romance novel dialogue

#swerve x hangman for life #gabbi’s wrestling liveblog #aew #aew dynamite #swerve strickland #hangman page #best of

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swervestrickland · 5 months

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they say you know when you meet the one // E.R.T

hangman x swerve

#swerve strickland #hangman adam page #adam page #aew #hangman x swerve #mine #my poetry #my poems

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midwestmade29 · 3 months

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Collaboration 🤠

Part 2

@madhatterbri and I present to you…part 2 of our collab! Hope you’re all enjoying it so far. The finale is on deck so keep your eyes 👀 out for it 🥰

• You can find @madhatterbri’s masterlist here • My masterlist can be found here

Disclaimers: Cursing, intimidation, threats, unprotected sex, angst. Read at your own discretion.

Word count for part 2: 1,701

GIF credit: @cowboyshit

Divider by: @saradika-graphics

This is 100% pure fiction.

The plot thickens (and possibly gets a little spicy🔥) as the story continues in part 2 😏

You were hardly a virgin, having given away your virtue a long time ago, but there was something about the way Hangman made love to you for the first time that made you feel like you were born again. “Are you alright, love?” he whispered. “If this is too much, please tell me. I don’t want to overwhelm you.” His gentleness made you feel calm, the aura surrounding you both was serene. He cradled your head in his hands as he hovered above you, whispering your name under his breath like a prayer. The way he looked at you full of adoration while he took his time with you was nearly enough to make you come undone. “Adam, I-” was all you could manage to say as another wave of pleasure washed over you. “I know baby, I’m right there with you,” he spoke softly against your neck. The two of you came together, your bodies and souls intertwined as one.

You laid next to Hangman, his finger wrapping around a strand of your hair. The silence between you was comfortable, until the voice in your head started to fill you with self-doubt and lies again. “You think you deserve this kind of happiness? You’re nothing but a toy, a plaything for him to use and throw away now that he’s had his way with you. He’s just going to leave you!” reverberated in your mind until Hangman silenced the noise by pulling you closer and wrapping you in his strong arms. You sighed in relief against his chest, the warmth of his body incredibly comforting. You fell asleep like this and remained tangled with your cowboy for a long while. You were lost in the pleasant dreams until they were interrupted by your phone vibrating on the nightstand. You were happy to see that Hangman was still sleeping peacefully next to you, blissfully unaware of the text messages you just received.

(123) 456-7890: Miss me?

You started to panic when you recognized the familiar phone number on your screen. Swerve. After you broke up you changed your phone number, but you should’ve known he would get ahold of it eventually. Your hands were shaking as you typed out your reply:

(987) 654-3210: How did you get this number?

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(123) 456-7890: Let’s not waste time talking about inconsequential details.

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(123) 456-7890: I didn’t want you thinking I had forgotten about you in my absence.

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(123) 456-7890: Even though you haven’t seen me, I know I’ve still been with you, lurking in the depths of your mind.

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(123) 456-7890: Sweet dreams Y/N 😘

You spent the rest of the night tossing and turning.

1 week later:

You still hadn’t told Hangman about the text messages Swerve sent you the week before. Even though they were still haunting you, you just couldn’t bring yourself to tell him. Tonight certainly wasn’t the night for a conversation like that since you were out celebrating a friend’s birthday. The evening was filled with laughter and happiness, something that still felt very foreign to you. On the walk to your car, you were both all over each other, your lips never parting. Hangman pinned you up against the brick wall of a random building and his hands roamed wherever they pleased! You only broke apart when a random person cleared their throat as they walked by. Both of you chuckled as you walked the rest of the way to the car.

The second Hangman unlocked the door to the house, your lips found each other again! You left a trail of clothes as you stumbled your way down the hallway and into the bedroom. Something about the night had you feeling bold and confident, so you decided to capitalize on it and take the reins from the cowboy for a change!

The back of his knees connected with the bed, making him fall backwards. Hangman moved to sit up, but you pushed him back down. He looked at you confused until you started to kiss him again, his hands rubbing your breasts and nipples causing you to moan into the kiss. Your lips never lingered in one area for too long before you moved them and kissed him elsewhere. Your lips went lower and lower until you were in between his legs! “Darling?” he asked as he propped himself up on his elbows. You tasted his precum as you licked the tip of his length, and he inhaled sharply as he watched your tongue slowly lick up the vein on his shaft. He shuddered as the wet line your tongue left met the cool air, swallowing hard as he laid back down. You took it as a sign that he was giving himself to you, so you took the rest of him in your mouth. Your head was bobbing up and down while your tongue swirled around his tip, drool rolling down his shaft. The room was filled with his loud moans and grunts, his hands rubbing the sheets next to him. You reached for one of his hands and intertwined his fingers in your hair, his mouth dropped open as he forced your head up and down. His hips bucked off the bed gently to shove himself deeper in your mouth.

“I want to finish in you, baby. Please. Ride me,” he begged. He let go of your hair to allow you to stand while he shuffled backward towards the headboard. His length twitched in anticipation as he watched you saunter over to him. Your lips connected as you straddled his lap before he made his way down your neck to your breasts. His expert mouth licked, kissed, and nipped the delicate skin there. His cock rubbed against your folds as he whispered, “I need you,” before sucking on your nipple. His blue eyes looked at you as he pleaded for you to sit on him! With his hands around your waist, he helped you lower yourself onto him. The way your walls stretched around him felt delicious, making your mouth hang open as he filled you to the hilt. Adam attacked your breasts once more as you adjusted to the fullness. You rolled your hips as he thrusted upwards, his hands slid down to your ass, and he squeezed once he had a handful. “S-so good,” you stuttered against his mouth. He pulled your bottom lip with his teeth, before slipping his tongue inside to taste you. He never wanted to forget the flavor.

Your walls clenched around him, alerting him that your release was near. His own wasn’t far behind. He smirked against your neck, his breath tickling your skin while he murmured against it, “Enjoying yourself, aren’t we my little cowgirl?” You snaked your fingers through his hair as he sucked on your neck, not caring about the marks he was leaving or who would see them. You tensed around him, the pressure in your stomach couldn’t be ignored as you whined, “Adam, I’m so close!”

“I know, baby. You feel like Heaven around me,” he admitted. “Make a mess of my sheets. I want to be reminded of how good I make you feel!” You placed your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself as his affirmations pushed you over the edge. With one last thrust, your head fell back as the pressure went away, your juices coating him as they slid down his length and onto the bed. You couldn’t help but to blush at the mess as you looked into his eyes, but your cowboy had a smile on his face. He pulled you close while he looked at you like you were his greatest prize! With one messy thrust, he came inside of you. He bit your shoulder as he thrusted short pumps into you, making sure not to waste a single drop. He rested his head against the headboard while your head rested on his shoulder. “So perfect for me,” he whispered as he kissed your cheek.

Once you both came down from your high, you went to the bathroom to clean yourself up. Adam was in bed waiting on you to return when your phone vibrated on the nightstand. When he picked it up, the screen was bright, and the text messages came through clear as day:

(123) 456-7890: Just a reminder that no one wants you, Y/N. Not even that cowboy you’re so fond of.

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(123) 456-7890: Once he gets tired of you, he’ll leave your ass just like I did. You’re nothing more than a plaything. Never forget that.

Hangman heard you turn off the light in the bathroom, so he quickly sat your phone back on the table. You slid into bed with a smile on your face and placed your head on Hangman’s chest. The warmth of his body and the softness of the sheets felt amazing on your bare skin as he wrapped his arms around you and covered you both up. Your eyelids were heavy as you fought off sleep, but your drowsiness wore off when Hangman shifted in bed. As your fingers skimmed through his chest hair, his body tensed. You thought you were just imagining things but when you placed your hand on his cheek, he shied away from your touch. “Is something wrong?” you asked nervously. Hangman didn’t respond right away which only caused your anxiety to raise and your mind to drift. As hard as you tried not to, you started falling back down the rabbit hole that Swerve had created for you a long time ago. Did you do something wrong? Did the cowboy get his fill of you already? Surely, he doesn’t see the same things in you that Swerve does! The noise in your head was deafening! Suddenly, the warmth of Hangman’s embrace didn’t feel so warm anymore. You sat up and scooted over to the side of the bed. Hangman grabbed hold of your wrist and apologized for his silence, “Y/N, I’m sorry. While you were in the bathroom your phone went off. I picked it up not expecting to see anything, but you had text messages from someone. I think we need to talk.”

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