Poor Girl. No One Deserves To Get Used By Someone Like That. And Poor Galina Too. Roman’s Being Such

Ok, dick move, Page, but also this 100% fits his MO lately. Never good enough, why let them hurt me first mentality. Thank fuck he realized at the end there. This part was fantastic too!

Delicate Creatures Part 2

Hangman Adam Page x OC

Rated E for everyone

Requested by anon, “Hey can I ask for  8. “I’m sorry I’m not what you signed up for.” and 13. “You didn’t call. You didn’t text. Nothing.” with Adam Page. Please and Thank You ”

OC refuses to believe her time with Adam was a one night fling. Angsty, just the way we like it.

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I take requests if you like it here’s a Prompt List!

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The Next morning…

Rolling over I was expecting to wrap my legs and arms around Adam and I was met with an empty bed. Sitting up and opening my eyes I was hoping he was just in the washroom, but looking down on the floor all of his stuff was gone.

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I may or may not have squealed through like 70% of this. Such a good series for the holidays that I will definitely revisit next year.

Only for the Holidays (pt 3)

Ship: Adam “Hangman” Page and Ivy (OFC) Summary: Adam and Ivy cross paths at a mutual friend’s holiday party and hit it off, both admitting they’ve grown tired of constantly being asked about having a partner at the various holiday events they have to attend. They come to an agreement to pretend to date for the holidays to get their friends and family off their backs, but neither of them admit that they’ve had an attraction to each other from the beginning. Will these feelings come to a head? Or will the pair be able to stick to their original plan and only get through the holidays together? Rating: general/fluff Length: 5,484 words part THREE of THREE (part one, part two), the fic can also be read in it’s entirety on ao3 (here)

author’s note: and alas! the final installment of this little fake-dating series I wrote for viv’s @12daysofchristmas​ challenge! I hope you guys enjoy the finale to this sweet little story, it was nice to write something so warm and fluffy for the holidays even if I was writing it all by the seat of my pants and didn’t have anything planned LOL

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Good fucking lord, this is amazing. I don’t know how you did it, but you did. I’ve not read a rodeo au of anything, much less wrestling, and holy hell you knocked it out of the park and into the next county. You wrote the whole thing so damn well, I just... I need to go back and read the whole thing roughly 50 more times (and I probably will, despite it now being 2 am, but fuck it). God, this is one of the best things I’ve read in a while and I can’t say thank you enough for sharing it with all of us!

Also I saw the Part one of ? at the top and that made me so excited I made a noise that woke up my dog laying next to me.

starlight will be the only light when I can tell my heart to you… PART ONE OF ?

Ship: Hangman Adam Page x Female OC (Hazel Baker) x Matt Jackson  Summary: Hazel’s engagement ended awhile ago, and she’s finally decided she’s ready to jump headfirst back into the dating game by having a fun, carefree, no-strings-attached night with a handsome cowboy at the local rodeo. Instead, she finds something much, much more complicated and catches herself between two men and a whirlwind of feelings.  Rating: explicit (part one only has a brief, heavy-handed make-out scene but it’s written explicit enough to elicit this rating, and the piece itself will become more explicit in the future) Length: 14,079 words Warnings: alcohol mention, brief descriptive make-out/verging on smut situation

author’s note: wow, this thing turned into a monster I didn’t expect. Initially, I just wanted to have a little fun and write the elite as rodeo cowboys in a rodeo au, but this fic sort of took on a life of it’s own. I will warn that not much happens in this part, despite how long it is. It’s just a bunch of FEELINGS. Look forward to part two, where things get even messier than they are here! And yes, I promise in the next one they’ll actually get together.

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THIS WAS CUTE AS FUCK OH MY GOD

departures

Finn Balor x Reader

content warning: just a lil airport romance if thats your sort of thing

summary: you just needed to stay awake until your connecting flight

With a small sigh, you collapsed into a less than comfortable seat, facing out towards the tarmac. You gripped a cheap styrofoam cup filled with fast food restaurant coffee like it was the last thing that separated you from delirium. Planes landed and planes took off. People came and people left.

The gate was almost completely desolate. A man in a suit was sleeping a few seats away from you, his newspaper neatly resting against his chest. For a moment, you wondered if he had the right idea.

But you couldn’t sleep. You could rest your eyes once you were back on the plane. You plugged your charger into the wall outlet and opened your laptop, pressing “play” on whatever episode of whatever baking show you had last watched.

You felt your eyes grow heavier and heavier as you tried to reason with your internal clock. Maybe you could close your eyes for just a few minutes. Maybe you could even set an alarm, take a half hour nap. You had at least an hour left of your layover so what’s thirty minutes of sleep while you wait?

Before you knew it you were waking up to the sensation of someone gently nudging your arm. You sat upright in a panic, assuming you had missed the boarding for your flight but, when you looked around, the gate was still nearly devoid of people. In front of you, however, stood a man with cropped brown hair, a beard and eyes that seemed concerned that he may have sent you into cardiac arrest.

“Sorry.” He spoke softly but you could catch a hint of an accent in spite of his volume. “I didn’t mean to scare you. I was just wondering if I could plug my phone into this outlet.”

He pointed towards the sockets in question and you realized your laptop charger had consumed both available openings.

“Shit, yeah. Sorry about that.”

You leaned over and, in a less than graceful fashion, balancing your laptop on your legs, you pulled your charger free and relocated it so it was taking up less room.

“Thanks. This flight is going to be hours and I’d rather not end up without my phone.” A little laugh followed his words, causing you to smile a sleepy sort of grin. “I really didn’t mean to startle you.”

“No, no. It’s okay. I needed a wake up call anyways.”

The man sat on the ground where his phone charged, his legs criss crossed, his arms stretched out behind him. He looked out the windows towards the planes, his cold blue eyes almost wistful as he followed the winged metal tubes as they ascended into the sky and descended towards the ground.

The silence was strangely peaceful as you looked on in the same direction as him. A sense of calm awakeness filled the air as you got used to your new neighbor.

“So, where are you going?” You asked.

It took him a moment to register your voice in his head and you worried that maybe he wasn’t waiting for more conversation.

“Uh, I’m headed to Dublin for a little vacation.”

“Oh! Were you on the flight from Miami?”

His eyes lit up as if that flight hadn’t been filled with hundreds of passengers.

“Yeah! That turbulence at the end. I thought we were going down.”

He laughed again as he looked at his feet and you felt your heart flutter slightly. Maybe it was the lack of sleep or the jet lag but there was something about the way his smile lingered on his face, as if he were still replaying his words in his head, that threatened to make you feel like a blushing schoolgirl.

He looked up to you, his eyes studying you before he finally spoke.

“So are you headed to Dublin too?”

You nodded. “For a week.”

“Anything special planned?”

“Uh, well, I’ve got family out there that I haven’t seen since I was young.”

You had planned this trip for a year and, while it was partially to see the relatives you had been separated from for so long, you had also hoped to do some sort of soul searching. Life back in Florida had become something akin to a mess and you felt it was time for a hard reset.

You looked at him and he looked up at you. A small grin crossed his face, his eyes turning into slivers behind his cheeks. A hot blush burned over your cheeks as you looked away.

“I’m Finn, by the way.”

He held out his hand to you and you shook it. A spark danced over your skin and you hoped he felt it too. When his eyes ran down your arm to where your palms met you thought maybe he had.

“It’s nice to meet you, Finn.”

He held on for just a moment too long before drawing his arm back in and shaking his head.

“Sorry, I feel bad that I’ve kind of intruded on your morning.”

He moved to stand and your brain panicked, suddenly desperate to keep him by your side.

“Oh, no!” You placed your hand on his shoulder, a warm smile greeting his suddenly shy face. “You’re fine. I’m enjoying your company. It’s keeping me awake, which is more than I can say for this coffee.”

“You sure? I can sit somewhere else while I wait.”

“I promise. If you annoy me I’ll tell you.”

He paused as if he had to think hard about your words before sitting back down.

“Here,” you slid over a seat, dragging your laptop’s charging cord with you. “I’ll even let you have a seat of your own. God only knows what’s been on these floors.”

Finn sat himself down as if he were experiencing chairs for the first time. The sun was beginning to rise past the horizon and a ray caught onto his face, illuminating his features, the way his beard moved as he dragged his fingers through it nervously.

He then turned to you, a warm expression drifting over his face.

“What’re you watching?” He pointed to your laptop, the screen dim now but still vaguely discernible.

“I’m not sure. I fell asleep on the plane and woke up to this baking competition.” You traced your finger down the side of your laptop, unsure what to say next. “Would you… would you want to watch with me? We still have time before boarding is supposed to begin.”

He hesitated before nodding slowly, as though he wasn’t aware what the correct answer was.

And so that’s exactly what you did. You played the episode and he laughed at the dramatic editing and you thought about how he smelled like September leaves and crisp air and that feeling you get when you walk inside after a cold day.

Eventually, much to your embarrassment, you felt that same gentle hand nudging you awake.

You had fallen asleep on his shoulder and when you woke the gate was brimming with patiently waiting passengers, ready to board. You squinted past the rays of sun that had risen up past the horizon and the skyline. When you turned to Finn you saw him looking down at you, an amused grin on his face.

“Good morning.” He chimed

“Sorry.” You replied sheepishly. “Guess I had that on on the plane for a reason.”

The flight attendant announced the first boarding class and you quickly took your laptop back, coiling the charging cord up into a neat circle. Finn took his phone and stood, stretching his arms over his head. As he returned to a normal posture he held a hand out to you, helping you from your seat.

“So, I don’t know if you’ll have a lot of time but I’d be happy to show you around while you’re over in Dublin.” He offered, his hands shoved into his pockets and his shoulders lifted towards his ears.

You considered his words carefully. You had only just met him but something drew you closer and closer with every passing moment. And so you nodded, agreeing to the suggestion.

They called the next class to board and Finn grabbed his belongings. Before taking the first step towards the boarding area, he faced you, his body close enough for you to feel his aura prickling your skin.

“It was nice to meet you.” He spoke quietly.

“I hope I’ll see you again.”

He gave your arm a quick squeeze before finally beginning to walk away. Something stopped him though. He paused in his tracks and stood still before turning back to you.

“I don’t think I got your name.” He called out.

“I’ll tell you when the plane lands.”

1) Don’t think I didn’t see that in the tags about having more Hangman fics!

2) OH MY GOD HE’S GONNA BE A STRIPPER.

3) Bro Kenny the bartender was not something I knew I needed in my life. Now I want even more of it. Also, I reaaaaaally want a pomegranate margarita.

4) I really thought his stage name was gonna be “The Hungman”. This thought also made me giggle like an idiot for about 30 seconds. 

5) CALLED IT

6) Of course Mox is the bouncer. I love it.

7) Kenny’s really cementing his place as an all-time great bro. Trying to get her laid, making her front and center for the hottest male dancer, getting her to dance and let loose a little. All just fantastic.

8) A Baby Shark routine? I’m dead.

9) I’m just gonna cover all the bases with the “adult situations” and say: goddamn that was hot.

10) YES MOX DECKED HIS ASS!!!!!!

11) Ugh that was all so good. I’m so glad you mentioned that you had more stories!

Save a Horse,Ride a Cowboy

Author’s Note: So this time we’re blaming @doedreamss​ who started this all with their post BUT we’re also blaming @snarkandsarcasmwrites​ and @heelsamizayn​ for encouraging me!

Pairing: Stripper!Hangman x Reader

Warnings: Filthy smut,little fluff,little angst in the beginning.

Tag List: @snarkandsarcasmwrites​ @heelsamizayn​ @doedreamss​ @robwiethoff​ @vonschweetz​ @reigns420​

Gif credit goes to the amazing @robwiethoff​. This is not my gif!

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1) Ew people touching a pregnant lady’s belly is just so weird and invasive. It bothers me so much when people do that.

2) If they don’t name the kid Apple, it has to at least be a nickname.

3) He’s being so sweet about everything, ugh. Why can’t real guys be this sweet?

4) Of course the shower will be an episode of BTE. I expect nothing less. Also I’m literally just picturing the Try Guys baby shower video.

5) Awwww and he proposed at the shower too!

6) Ugh that name is adorable.

7) No surprise sh’s gonna be a daddy’s girl.

8) This series was so cute!!! Thank you so much for writing it and sharing it with everyone on here. It made me all warm and fuzzy inside.

Southern Sweet - Finale

Author’s Note: Oh,you thought I was done? This almost didn’t happen bc Emi took my Bi card. Rip.

Pairing: Adam Page x OC

Warnings: Soft cowboy and child birth

Tag List: @allsnarkandsarcasm @vonschweetz @robwiethoff @heelsamizayn

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FUUUUUUUUUCK THIS IS HOT AND I LOVE AND AGREE WITH ALL OF IT.

Appropriate song mentioned at the top is appropriate.

Mox head cannons! NSFW or fluff whatever you want girl! :P

OH HELL. You guys are actively TRYING to make my inner whore leap out now. Okay, here we go. I love you for this, by the way.

18+ only. I know what a whore I am when it comes to Mox or Hangy. So I do not trust myself to keep this squeaky clean, not tonight on this tuesday, with WAP at my disposal on spotify. 

TAG SQUAD: @kyleoreillysknee  @rampagewriting  @writertoo18 @thatnerdwriter @wrestlingismyguiltypleasure @chasingeverybreakingwave @unabashedwrestlefics | @cabotcoves | @heelsamizayn | @missjenniferb | @adampage | @cowboyshit | 

┎  Mox in a word... Dominant. A man on the prowl and you’re his next target. Motherfucker is smooth too, you won’t see it coming when he sets his sights on you. And you can try to resist, but it’s like they say about Vegas.. The house always wins. Mox will get you to himself. And you will love it.

┎ Loves to hold your hands above your head. Long and slow drives deeeeep into your pussy. Only after he’s got you absolutely dripping and screaming for it, of course. He’s not into quick fucks if he really wants someone. The more time he takes with you in bed, the more you know he gives a damn. Because he’s not the best at actually saying it a lot of the time.

┎  J E A L O U S AND P R O T E C T I V E as fuck. Let another guy even look at you the wrong way. That fight mode kicks in and he’s there behind you, literally out of nowhere. “Fuck outta here, she’s got a real man already. And guess what? It ain’t you.” 

-- On this tangent, if he really loves you, there is NOTHING he won’t do to make himself look like the best version of himself in your eyes. He genuinely wants to be a better man. He’d die a thousand slow and painful deaths before admitting you have that kind of power over him, but there it is. 

┎  He doesn’t dance. Unless he’s drunk. And then it’s groping, mouth filled, swaying until your back hits the wall and your legs wind up wrapped tight around his hips. And naturally, the focus strays from his rare sweet and goofy moment to the fact that he can feel you soaking through your panties when he covertly slips his hand up your skirt or down your pants to cop himself a feel and watch your eyes cloud with lust as your head falls back and you both struggle for breath and somehow manage to moan his name.

┎ Very into blindfolds. And hot/cold play. Especially cold play. He’s pushed an ice cube almost painfully slow over your entire body with his tongue before. And we’re not even talking about the ‘mint before oral’ trick. Because goddamn. Goddamn. 

-- on that tangent. while he might not be as messy as others are at oral.. He knows exactly what he’s doing and he fucking prides himself on it. He knows how to angle your body so that his tongue damn near causes your eyes to roll back in your skull every single time he takes a lick. He’s also a self competitor.. He got you off three times last time? you’re going to four, if he has to tie your hands. He’s not stopping until you’re shaking and dripping. 

-- additionally, his favorite place to leave marks are your pelvic mound and along the insides of your thighs and holy fuck... man bites down. Not enough to really hurt but enough that when you rub your thighs together while moving for the next few days you feel this dull little ache and remember exactly why.

┎  Oh.. He’s packing. And he knows it. And he knows you’re very well of it. Has no shame in grabbing his cock and winking at you when he’s in a mood. The next thing you know, you’re being hauled up over broad shoulders and carried out. Because while he’s not ashamed at all of anything he does, he holds a certain regard for what happens in the bedroom staying in the bedroom.

┎ “Look at you, grindin against my thigh. Goddamn, kitten. I can feel you soakin my jeans right now.” - he absolutely LOVES having his thighs ridden.

┎  Loves, loves, loves pain. The rougher you are with him, the better. He’s growling and biting at you and grabbimg your hips and SLAMMING you down on his cock repeatedly until your seeing stars.

-- if you’re not into pain though, he will stop himself from hurting you. because he’s secretly a bit of a softie and that’s no dice for him.

This was so sweet! And I can hear all of it in his adorable goofy Chugs voice too. So wholesome.

Adam Cole: Christmas came early.

adam cole x gender neutral! reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none

summary: adam has been trying to buy a ps5 for months now and when he fails to buy it once again, he gets so upset. what adam doesn’t know is that you had finally got your hands on one and bought him one - though it was supposed to be a present, you decided to give it to him earlier.

requested by: anon (hope you enjoy!)

tag list: @bellalutionn @cutierocker202 @elitehunter @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @sillynilly27

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find my previous work here!

i switched the request up a bit! hope you all enjoy. :)

*i do not own this gif!*

You sat beside Adam and watched as he continued to refresh his web browser, his fingers shaking with apprehension as he waited to get out of the queue he was currently in.

“Come on, come on,” Adam whispered to himself, over and over. His eyes were fixated on the screen and you swore that he forgot that you were right there next to him.

This was practically his a thousandth try - and you wish you were exaggerating - to get a PS5. Adam had come close every time during each drop and just when it’d come time to check out, the game console that he yearned for would be out of stock, making him more disappointed and upset than the last time.

You sat next to him, also watching the screen, and let out a sigh of relief when Adam was finally out of the queue. The way he quickly got into the zone, clicking away at the PS5 version that he want and scrambling for his wallet when he was checking out made you grow nervous.

Though, you were excited for him. It seemed like he was finally going to get it after so many tries and when he clicked “place order”... once again..

Out Of Stock.

Adam’s face dropped and he gently shoved his laptop away from him, his head falling into his hands as he sighed. “I didn’t want it that bad anyways.” He said, the disappointment clear in his voice.

You frowned and rubbed his back, unable to verbally comfort him as you had no idea what to say. Usually, you were able to spit out so many words of wisdom and turn Adam’s sad face into a beautiful smile.

But now, you felt just as defeated as he did.

A Few Weeks Later

Adam had been so upset still and even though he tried his hardest to hide it, you knew him well enough to know that this was affecting him.

Of course, being the best partner that you are, you spent your free time searching for any places that might have had PS5’s in stock and in person. You knew that you wouldn’t have luck trying to buy it online, so you hoped for a miracle.

Thankfully, the nearest Target had them in stock and you tried not to question it as you sped over there.

When you got there, you marveled at how many were locked away in the glass cases, wondering why the hell hadn’t Adam just looked in person.

Paying for the console made you cringe at how expensive it was - though, you had to remind yourself that you were buying this for Adam as a present and it was something that he wanted really bad.

Once you got home, you quickly wrapped the box and hid it for the meantime until Adam came back from visiting some friends.

You stood a few feet away from the door when you heard him fiddling with his keys as he tried to unlock the door. When Adam opened the door, his bright smile turned into a worried frown when he saw you twiddling with your fingers, waiting for him.

“What’s the matter?” He asked, walking over to you and grabbing your hands in concern.

“Uh, well. I have a surprise for you! I wanted to give it to you as a Christmas present, but now I can’t resist anymore.” You rambled, trying to show Adam that he had absolutely nothing to worry about through your words. You pressed a quick kiss against his cheek and motioned for him to sit down, which he did with a look of confusion on his face as you walked away.

“Close your eyes!” You shouted from the dining room, almost struggling to grab the weighted box that container the console and a few other things. You smiled at the bow that you had stuck onto the wrapped box and walked back into the living room, placing the box in front of an unaware Adam.

“Open.” You gently said, sitting down next to him on the couch and watched with a big smile as his hands dropped from his eyes.

“What is this?” Adam asked curiously with a laugh, ripping off the wrapping paper as you pushed him playfully.

His ridiculously loud gasp made you laugh and Adam immediately wrapped his arms around you, thanking you over and over again.

“How did you-.. where did you-... when did you-..” Adam could barely speak, his eyes glimmered with you and his cheeks were so rosy from surprise.

“Don’t worry about all that,” You smiled and pressed a soft kiss against his lips. “I just knew how bad you wanted it and I hated seeing you so upset, Adam.”

Adam could only look at you and smile, his hand grabbing yours and caressing it softly. “I’m so lucky to have you.” He whispered, the admiration in his eyes made goosebumps rise onto your arms. The way he looked at you so tenderly and in love.. your stomach was swarming with butterflies.

“I’m gonna go set it up,” Adam giddily said and got up, grabbing onto the box. “Come with me, babe!”

Before you even gave Adam the present, you wondered if giving it to him sooner would lose the magic - that it wouldn’t make sense.

But seeing how happy he was, you knew it was a great idea. And you weren’t even mad that Christmas had came early.

Ok, this was already so fucking cute, and then you had to go and end it LIKE THAT. Holy HELL that was hot. Don’t get me wrong, though, I would have loved it even if it had ended right after the party. The entire story was so adorable. Mutual pining is always a great basis for a story, particularly when a holiday is thrown in! And Kevin and the Iiconics gossiping together about you two fucking killed me. I don’t remember them ever really interacting on tv, but now I really want to see it. Thank you for writing/sharing!

Holiday Spirit (Drew McIntyre/Reader smut)

Summary: Drew hates the holidays. Reader loves them. Reader plans to try and make him love them as much as she does, and maybe some feelings will be discovered along the way…

Word Count: 11,566 (jfc somebody help me this is my longest fic to date)

Warnings: filler, endless piles of mutual pining, oral (female receiving), fingering (female receiving), multiple orgasms, FLUFF, and did I mention that there’s a shit ton of filler in here already?

(A/N: my entry for Day 5 of @toxiicpop’s 25 Days of Chrismuts this year! Merry Christmas and happy holidays to everyone!)

(A/N #2: I may make a part 2 to this if people want to see that lol ^^;)

(Y/n): your name

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Holy fuck this is the softest thing I’ve read in like a month. The first meeting was so cute, such a polite Southern gentleman. And I was wondering about the BTE pillow thing! I imagined it was hard to keep a straight face helping him. Ugh, just thank you so much for this adorable fic!

Pillow Assault - Adam Page

Author’s Note: This is all @cowboysht‘s fault just so you know!

Warnings: None

Pairing: Adam Page/Reader

Tag List: @adampage @snarkandsarcasmftw​ @onewingedcowboy​ @cowboysht​ @heelsamizayn​ @reigns420

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