#Adam Cole Imagine

[daddyhausen]

commission: 4/4 for — @coleskingdom

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「 MASTERLISTS 」 | 「 AEW MASTERLIST 」 | 「 ADAM COLE MAATERLIST 」

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「 SUMMARY 」 —  after he betrays your brother, adam makes an attempt to reconcile with you

「 WARNINGS 」 — 18+, [ MINORS DNI ], dubcon brother's ex-best friend, gaslighting (kinda) thigh riding (kinda), praise, dirty talk, dom!adam, sub!reader, penetrative sex, vaginal sex, rough sex, unprotected sex, male + female orgasms, internal cumshots, vaginal creampie, squirting

「 WORD COUNT 」 — 3.3k

「 PAIRING 」 — fem!reader x adam cole

「 GENRE 」 — smut

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「 TAGLIST 」 — @thewrestlingbitch @omg-im-such-a-masochist @bayleymania @wardlow @alexisquinnlee-bc @sammiejane22 @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @omegasluvbot @melissahausen @writtingrose @drummergrl1310 @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @bonehead-playz @legit9thlunaticwarrior @crowleysqueenofhell @romanreigns-supreme @janetreader @thenerdybaker523 @sunshinevirus @nicoleveno14 @rubyred1980 @harmshake @igncrxntripley @ripleyswhore @embermdk @thepalaceofmelanie @violetmacher @seeingstarks @kennysbadkitten @darkangelchronicles @ripleyswife @selena-tyler-564 @auburnwrites @adamcolesbaybay

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shock was the only emotion that was evident on your features, the astronomical levels of betrayal that coursed through your veins, holding an icy, unblinking stare at the TV. the live broadcast ended a good forty-five or so minutes ago with a simple black screen and an abrupt audio cut. the last glimpse you caught was of your brother, laying motionless in the centre of the ring, face up staring hazily at the ceiling, not a shred of emotion or consciousness present. the camera panning upward, to a close-up of your boyfriend. adam’s smug expression, a smirk forming across his lips, evil shimmering beneath the ocean blue of his irises, enhanced by the arena lighting. he stared down at max, the devil mask firmly in his grasp, holding it above his head like it was some sort of memento. the screen then faded to black, and you were met with your reflection once more.

sitting in silence, your body numb with what can only be described as a betrayal by proxy. by betraying your brother, adam had betrayed you as well. your trust, your love. everything. countless thoughts of why spiralled through your mind as to what could have persuaded adam to do such a thing, on all accounts he seemed to be thriving with his blossoming friendship with max, and your brother was evidently over the moon that he had found someone who treated him with respect. guess it seemed too good to be true…

you could not even weep, tears have been foregone ever since you witnessed it. you sat in an unblinking, unmoving state, paralyzed by the hurt and anger boiling inside, so much so that you did not even react to the opening of the hotel room door, adam blissfully sauntering in, his features so smug and cocky, dropping his bag beside the door, ready for you to accept him with open arms as if his wrongdoings were nonexistent. still, you did not move an inch, rather choosing to ignore him and his advances for physical touch. hearing a soft chuckle rumble low in his chest as he inched closer towards you. the subtle, yet heavy trudges of his footsteps against the carpeted floors, to the dip in the mattress from his weight as he sat beside you, his breath fanning warm wisps of air against the back of your neck, making the hairs stand up with an uneasy mix of betrayal and anger.

“so this is how it's gonna be, huh?” he remarked coldly, his lanky fingers curled around loose strands of his that had been obscuring your neck from his gaze, the supple skin could be seen ever so slightly through the curtain of the strands, pulling back to fully reveal your neck.

“c’mon angel, you know i had to do it. he was gonna betray me eventually”

his lips met the soft flesh of your neck. the skin was supple and sweet, adam did always have a sweet tooth in that sense, the sickly sweet scent and taste of you left his teeth corroded and rotten, yet he was unable to pull away, unable to resist. despite your protest and obvious attempts of avoidance. adam would not relent, his toned arms snaking around your waist akin to a cobra around its prey, tightening, squeezing around your frame until you were forced to submit.

“but my brother…” was all you could muster, feeling adam’s grip grow tighter in increments as if air escaping your lungs grew sparse, he only fed off of it more, each breath leaving through clenched teeth and pursed lips, cheeks burned and stained, salty in their scent and taste, eyes reddening with that similar burn.

“you should know firsthand what your brother is like. c’mon angel…max only cares about himself”

you lament at your lover's statements, still trying to barter on behalf of your brother’s honour. adam’s calloused palms moved downward, ghosting over the tops of your shoulders, fingertips tracing over the spot where he had previously kissed, the skin still damn lightly with the moisture from his lips.

“he would have betrayed you just the same”

”he wouldn’t-“

“of course, he would have. you’re a far superior wrestler than he is. yet he relished in the glory while you’re left on the sidelines…that hardly seems fair now does it?”

adam was right in the sense. max did always have this underlying jealousy of him during the formative years of your childhood. maybe it's the older sibling syndrome or complex? once you were born he was cast to the side in some sense. his achievements seemed minuscule in comparison to his perfect little sister. despite you never fully taking note of it, that’s just how max was, how he’s always been. the occasional bullying was just playful sibling banter, it's how he showed his affection. it could not be something more malicious…right?

”angel, look at me…” adam’s hands cupped your cheeks, hardened fingertips, drawing small circles into the apples of your cheeks. “my pretty little thing…”

his voice was teetering on the borders between affectionate and condescending. sounding so sickly sweet in your ears that you could not help but peer up at him, all teary and doe-eyed. innocence personified. the crystal blue of his irises glowed dimly in the moonlight, staring you down.

“you are nothing to your brother.” his remark was stern, and in a way truthful, making the avoidance of your gaze all the more disheartening. his fingertips wrapped around your chin, gently tapping at your jawline in soft thrums.

“but…” he paused, not hesitant, just trying to add emphasis to his next few words.

“you’re everything to me”

his words were soft-spoken, yet manipulation ran course through them. adam was no saint and you knew that. you almost foretold his betrayal of your brother, but…through adam’s actions the last few months you’d thought a change within his mannerisms would have been a good thing. but he was only prolonging the inevitable.

“adam-“

he wouldn’t let you get a word in. silencing you with simple guidance towards his chest, cradling your head against the study wall of his chest, palms smoothing down the flyaways of your hair as you rested, wide-eyed from the studded interaction

“shh. sweetheart. forget about your brother. i’m all you need”

the soft lull of his words was enough to dry your tears for the moment, just to feel secure in his arms was enough.

”i’m the only one who truly knows your worth, angel. you don’t need anyone else but me”

you could only hum in response, body numb to his words, numb to the clear intentions he possessed as his hands took free roam of your body, trailing down your shoulders, around your chest, pulling you back into the warmth of his figure, you succumbed to it, reveled in the heat. despite adam being the cause of your pain, he was the only person who provided comfort, and you loved him so…you weren't going to just throw him out, kick him to the curb when he’s the one you desire most.

“let me take care of you, my angel”

his words corrosive, rotting away the hatred that had blinded you for the past hour and a half. acidic in the way his voice melted through skin and bone, eroding your psyche until his words truly penetrated your mind. indeed, all you needed was him and him alone. adam’s ring-worn palms cupped your breasts through the hoodie of his you’d been sporting, the fabric encapsulated your frame, leaving you a shapeless figure for him to explore and identify your curves. his natural skin tone left blotchy from when his sweat rinsed away the fake tan. he thumbed your nipples through the fabric, watching the buds peak and stiffen from his subtle touch, observing the way your body shuddered in reaction to it. so responsive, so good.

a small mewl escaped your lips, you should be mad at him, you should not be reveling in the simple pleasures he provided. adam grew satisfied with your responsiveness, his cockhead bulging against the thin, breathable fabric of his gym shorts, ones he’d haphazardly thrown on after making his escape from the arena before your brother had the chance to batter the hell out of him. he kept his movements quick, prying the hoodie of his from your body, reveal your, pristine, freshly washed skin underneath, the lingering, albeit faint scent of your body wash clung to your skin, sweet notes of sharp pomegranate and decadent vanilla ignited his scenes as your midriff became more exposed. a subtle, aroused grunt parted his lips as more of your skin fell before his eyes, all naked and bare as he finally managed to free your figure from the fabric. you were completely exposed to him bar the reception of your panties. your pillowy breasts all naked and soft, nipples hardened and aroused for him.

you made a hasty attempt to cover yourself, not out of embarrassment or fear. far from it. you still held some resentment towards him despite his convincing ways of begging your forgiveness…well not exactly, more like into manipulating you into believing his reasons for his betrayal of maxwell.

“oh no we're not doing that, angel” he tugged your wrists, arms that were previously shielding your breasts were now placed firmly at your side, unrelenting in his movements despite your attempts at squirming free.

“adam let go of me-”

“i dont think so sweetheart. i wanna see all of you..”

in your hasty attempt at escape adam had managed to pin you down to the mattress, hands now positioned above your head. his body hovering over yours, keeping you secure as he pressed his knee between your thighs, feeling the build-up of slick in your panties, how your body instinctively squirmed and hips gyrated against it.

“fuck you” you spat, teeth clenched, venom seething from between them

“angel, what do you think i’m doing huh?” his tone condescending, finding it rather cute that you would make a futile attempt to reject him. the sensation of his thigh drawing a rough circle into your clothed clit was almost enough for you to forgive his previous actions. he pressed his body further into you, feeling the meaty head of his cock, throb through his shorts, against your stomach, oh how you ached for him to be buried deep in you, feel the outline of his bulge prodding against the skin.

his lips found their way to your nipples, his cool breath fanned over the buds. goosebumps rose on your skin, pupils widening at the sensation. his tongue drew rough circles around your nipple. greedily lapping up the swollen nub as his lips wrapped around them with a moan, reverberating into the fat of your breast. he sucked on it for a moment, a few calculated swirls of his tongue before he pulled away with a pop, quickly repeating his actions on the other nipple, applying a small bite to the flesh before prying away.

he began to lick hot stripes down your torso, leaving rivers of spit in their wake, your skin glossy under moonlight. adam reveled in the sight. he’d never seen a sight more beautiful. you naked beneath him, trying to put off a form of resentment but the build-up of wetness in your panties said otherwise, even in the dark fabric he could still make out the wet spot, just how incredibly drenched you were for him.

“such a pretty little thing. you're practically begging me to taste you.”

adam’s tongue had a mind of its own at this point, tongue prodding at your cunt through your panties, sucking up the wetness through the fabric, feeling him nudge at your clit.

“a-adam-” your voice hesitant, although he paid no mind to it, instead pulling your panties to the side, far too impatient and lazy to pry them off completely. he hummed in delight at the sight of your drenched cunt. sweetness coating your folds, leaving them glossy under the sheer gaps of moonlight the blinds provided.

“look how wet you are, and here you are pretending that you don’t want me”

he let his tongue glide across your folds, lapping at the slick that dripped from your cunt with a low, guttural hum. he muttered to himself, about the way you taste, how sweet you are, how cute that you're still making attempts to reject him even in your cunt-soaked state. pools of arousal flooded through you as he took your clit between your lips, tugging and twirling the sensitive pearl between his teeth, drinking you in.

“fuck…” he mewled, words muffled into your folds. “i knew you were wet for me, but you're practically drowning me here, angel”

his tongue explored every crevice of your cunt, dipping and diving around your folds, tracing shapes and scribbles into your warmth. the disgusting sucking sounds, sounded so vile in your ears, so noisy and irritating. but the pleasure accompanied with it… it drives you insane with need.

“adam…”

“yes, sweetheart” he peered his head up, lips parting with your cunt for a moment to speak, his lips and beard soaked with your slick. he made no effort to continue the conversation, diving straight back between your thighs, eating you out like a man possessed, a man starved.

“ah- fuck! i need to cum! please! “

your begs proved futile to your cause as be brought you to the brink of release, leaving you on the cusp of pleasure. your eyes rolling back into your skull, hips bucking to meet with the contact of his lips and tongue, back arching in desperation to gain more friction, so close to drawing in hin your sweetness when he decided to abruptly pull away, much to your chagrin.

“you cum, when I say you can fucking cum"

his tone was malicious, impatient. wiping down the slick that dripped from his beard before flicking it over your stomach. an act that made him look disgusted by you and your taste, despite the opposite being obvious. the action left you humiliated and equally aroused for a moment.

“get up. on your knees. turn around” he spoke in short, frustrated bursts through almost needy pants. still, you did as told, despite being disgruntled at your lack of orgasm. your thighs sticky as you positioned yourself facing the headboard giving adam a full view of your, throbbing wet cunt. your thighs still shaking a bit from the pleasure of his tongue, he smirked subtly to himself at the sight. the sensation of his warm fingertips prodding at your cunt, gathering the slick that glistened against your folds.

“pretty thing…” he hummed, a low rumble in his chest. “and here you are pretending you don't want me, even when your little pussy is dripping for me”

with the slick gathered across two of his fingers, he brought them up to his lips, dragging them along the base of his tongue in an exaggerated fashion, letting your juices mingle with his tastebuds, letting his eyelids shut, lashing fluttering softly as he sampled your sweetness. prying his fingers out of his mouth with a noticeable pop that resonated around the hotel room.

“now sweetheart.” he began, hastily shoving his shorts down, his cock flopped out of the fabric, hanging low hand heavy as he proceeded to stroke his already hardened shaft, tapping the swollen tip against the plump cheeks of your ass, small droplets of warm pre-cum spurted from the slip, reminiscent pearls, in colour, on your skin. a soft hum parted your lips, feeling his nudge and part your walls ever so slightly with his tip, prodding past the fleshing curtains of your void, holding his tip between them for a moment as he spoke.

“you’re gonna take every inch of me…”

he broke his sentence momentarily, stretching the meaty walls of your cunt with ease, submerging the head of his cock within you.

“i don’t wanna hear a peep from you unless you worshipping this dick, understand?”

he gave you no time to respond, not to even think of one for that matter. adam gave a harsh thrust, burying himself deep until he bottomed out inside your aching cunt. with a throaty groan, one hand gripped your waist while the other kneaded your plump ass, with a few interjecting slaps in between, holding you to stabilize himself. his cock practically tore you in half, feeling the girth of his shaft spread you nice and wide, so easy for him to claim. his movements your quick and precise, all the while being international just to rile you up further with arousal.

he kept his cock stationary within you, a hand placed in the center of your back, trailing up until he reached your shoulder, pushing you down so that you were firmly trapped between him ad the mattress, ass still propped in the air. he remained silent, his cock slowly began to rock into you, feeling the veins in his shaft graze against the gummy walls of your cunt, feeling the aching pulse between your thighs.

“that's it- fuck- take it all, angel”

his grunts and growls were almost primal, spoke through clenched teeth and a set jaw. his movements, almost painful, burning with insatiable desire as he pulled you back, deeper, cockhead bullying your cervix, so deep in your womb.

your mind in a perpetual state of delirium so fucked out even from the first few seconds of his movements. eyes had made a permanent home in the back of your skull, only blackness was in your vision. spott pooling around the corners of your lips, the cream-colored sheets a shade darker where your lips had parted, muttering and moaning small pleas for his mey. your ears ringing with desire, his voice a mere soft buzzing sound against a cacophony of means.

“oh, you want me to stop? oh angel, but you asked for this.. don’t lie, your pretty pussy was soaked before i even left the arena wasn’t it?”

you couldn’t lie. he was correct in a way. despite the sudden and unannounced betrayal of your brother, adam’s dominance, the way he sat so smug and stoic above him was a sight to behold, one that had your thighs clenching absentmindedly, wetness pooling in your panties and a list’s worth of sinful thoughts to rush through your mind.

with muffled words, you mumbled out a soft ‘yes’ in response. or at least that was what fell on adam’s ears, not that he was paying too much attention anyway.

“so fucking tight for me, sweetheart. you’re practically choking my dick right now”

a buildup of sweat gathered at his hairline, his brows furrowed with a scowl as he worked hard to get himself off. slamming your hips back against his, cockhead tormenting your cervix with vicious, violent thrusts, feeling the clamp of your walls around him. he was incessant on release, his cock swelling to the point where it almost pained him, how heated his body had become with desperation.

“i can feel you, angel, cum around this dick for me baby. i know you want to”

his voice wavered along the lines of dominant and pleasing. so needy in chasing his release he for a second, did not care about yours. your cunt quivered around his length, sloppy sounds of your slick drawing his cock, sweaty skin slapping against the skin you drained him dry.

“gonna cum- fuck - gonna fill this pretty fuking pussy up” his words begin to falter as to did his breath. “such a good girl you are, taking my cum like this baby, oh fuck-mmhmm fuck yes baby”

his milky seed brought a welcome warmth into your want, feeling the heat radiating deep inside your walls, dripping down your thighs as he pulled out, mixing with the watery squirt that stained the bedsheets below.

“oh fuck_’ he panted, adoring the way your perfect cunt looked filled with him, how it leaked out of your pulsing hole, down your slit, and against your clit. how your thighs shuddered, barely able to keep yourself from collapsing into the mattress.

the words he previously stated, relating them like a mantra as he hovered over your fucked out form.

“you're all mine, angel. i’m all yours need”

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[thesupreme316]

Hi. I’ve read some of your fics and I was just wondering if your could do a x reader with either of the following (the Elite, Adam Cole, MJF, Ricky Starks, or one of the womens) I had a really shitty day at work and I wanted to know if you could do something where that after training the readers back hurts from taking bumps. My back is really bad to the point I have to go to the chiropractor along with my shoulder. I explained it badly because I feel like shit from work but just something really comforting

Honey, I hope your back is getting better (please don’t stress yourself). Imma do reactions so you can get the most comfort possible and sorry that this couldn’t come out sooner

AEW Stars React: Your back getting injured in training

Pairings: MJF x Reader, Ricky Starks x Reader, Kenny Omega x Reader, Hangman Adam Page x Reader, Willow Nightingale x Reader, Adam Cole x Reader

Word Count: 875

Supreme Speaks: hey I hope that the anon who requested this iks having a better day. I was gonna do an imagine but it was easier and quicker for me to write reactions. I hope all of you reading this also has a great day and please remember that you are loved and appreciated.

Warnings: same instances in different fonts, barely proofread

Taglist: @wwenhlimagines @hooks-martin @sheinthatfandom

Kenny Omega

Mans would notice the first time you landed wrong (Mans is the Bout machine)

He would try to correct you but ultimately decided to end the session to prevent an injury

I also think he is the one who constantly has an eye on you afterward; like you are not allowed to leave his line of sight

So you now have the task of sitting and being pretty while he fixes lunch/dinner

You are not allowed to walk around for long periods

Would give you tips on how to land safer in the future

I also say Kenny would put down a thicker landing mat for you once you are ready to train again

Would also praise you for trying to continue to train

“You are tougher than most of the boys in the back. Nick cried once from taking a bump wrong.”

Hangman Page

MANS IS A SWEETHEART

Once you landed wrong and he saw how you reacted; you were immediately taken out of the ring

“Nope. No, no, no, we’re leaving and you’re getting a heating pad.”

Would immediately get you IcyHot/BioFreeze for your pains

Tries to distract you with discussions about other topics (favorite songs, movies, etc)

Would carry you every time you wanted to walk somewhere

Bathroom? You’re over his shoulder. Want to eat? You’re being held like a baby to the table

Listens to your rants, outbreaks, cries, anything at any time of the day

Would give you massages at any time

“Please do not move too much. I want you to be at 100% next time you practice”

Adam Cole

Just like Page and Kenny, Cole doesn’t take this lightly (as he has suffered from back pains)

But I think you were landing safely and you just took too many bumps and they just started to hurt your back

Just to be on the safe side, he would book chiropractor appointments

He would go through the appointment to show that you’re not alone

Adam would also do his own observations to see if he needs to alter anything

Will readjust everything to make sure that you are comfortable

ALSO MANS WILL GET YOU FLOWERS EVERYDAY (I just see that whether it’s platonic or not)

“You’re gonna be okay and I’m so proud of you for taking everything like a champ.”

Also, he would have a bath waiting on you before you could walk in the door

That man will take care of you

MJF

Okay listen….he would try to make fun of you at first

But when he noticed that you wouldn’t even give a snarky comeback, he changed his attitude

Will spend a shitload of money just to make you feel good

Appointments? Medicine? Massages? Compression shirts? You name it, he got it.

As you start to feel better, Max will start cracking jokes

“You are a strong individual who can take anything thrown at her….except for an arm drag”

Will reference you to make his opponent feel bad

“Y/N, who is smaller than you, had to stop wrestling temporarily cause she was carrying the weight of the industry on her back..unlike you shmuck.”

Ricky Starks

Mans knows exactly how you feel

Will give you every piece of advice and equipment that helped him through his bad back

“Sleep on your stomach….or was it your side? Just go to sleep and tell me how you feel later on.”

Will make everything within arms reach for you

Doesn’t want you to enter the ring until a week later

Ensures you that you didn’t do anything wrong (wrestling is just hard at the end of the day)

Like Page, he will listen to what you have to say and will try his best to respond to it

Will support whatever you choose to do but will push you to keep going in the future

“I know it hurts now, but once you’re all better, you’ll forget this ever happened and flourish like the butterfly that you are…or something like that from Pinterest”

Willow Nightingale

Okay, I think she would freak out about everything

Tbh, she wouldn’t know what to do as she is genuinely worried about you

You would find it endearing and a little bit distracting (in a good way) as she scrambles to help you

Would worry every time you left something up, doesn’t allow you to bend down

To comfort you; cuddles everyday…every fucking day… (you betta not decline em either)

Would take online advice to heart and hope that it genuinely helps you

I can see Willow looking up what to do to help you, but she would come across different conditions and would be convinced you have it

“Do you have Osteoporosis? No? Then you have Arthritis….No I’m not calling you old.”

[mrsarcherofinfamy]

●Adam Cole x Reader●

Summary: You and Adam turn on Max at World's End.

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"You got this Max. I believe in you."

I am standing infront of Max cupping his face with my hands looking at him. He looks at me with worry written on his face.

"You think I can? Even against Samoa Joe?"

"Yes! Look at all the other people you have beaten to keep your title! You are the longest reigning champion! You got this!"

"Y/N... I...I appreciate everything you do for me. You have no idea. There is something I need to tell you."

As soon as I go to say something, there is a knock at the door. I turn to look at the door.

"MAX YOU ARE ON IN ONE MINUTE!"

"You better get going!"

I turn back around looking at him. He grabs his robe and title, kiss my cheek than walks out of the locker room. I pull out my phone and text Adam asking if he is ready to go. A few minutes go by, Adam walks into the locker room with a big smile on his face.

"Hi honey!"

"Hi Adam!"

He grabs me into a hug and I smile as he lifts me up while wrap my legs around his waist. I look at him putting my arms around his neck and his hands grab onto my butt.

"You ready for tonight baby?"

"We get to reveal both of our secrets tonight. Of course I'm ready."

He puts me down just in time with Roddy coming around the corner looking at us confused.

"What is going on here?"

"We are getting ready to go out for Max's match. Shouldn't you be getting ready for something?"

I make a shooing motion at him and he rolls his eyes looking over at Adam.

"We still doing this tonight?"

"Doing what?"

I look at Roddy acting confused.

"That's all you Adam. Bye."

Roddy leaves quickly and I giggle at him looking at Adam. Adam shrugs his shoulders.

"He doesn't know I'm in on it, does he?"

"Nope. Didn't tell anyone. It's gonna be a surprise to everyone."

"Good. Now let's go out there."

We leave the locker room and make our way to gorilla.

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Adam and I are at ringside hitting the mat cheering on Max.

"Cmon Max! You got this!"

Joe catches him in a headlock setting up for The Kokina Clutch but Max runs into the corner, flips over Joe and pins him. Joe kicks out and catches him in the Kokina Clutch. Max is kicking around trying to get out. Me and Adam hit the apron yelling.

"Nooo! Max!!"

Max stops moving, the ref lifts his arms and it falls. The ref does it again and his arm just falls again.

"Cmon Max!"

The ref lifts his hand slowly, let's go and it just drops like dead weight. I gasp, grabbing some of my hair on the side of my hair leaning on the apron shocked and Adam is smacking the apron in anger. Joe grabs the title, celebrates a little than leaves the ring. I climb into the ring checking on Max and Adam kneels down next to me.

"Max, you did amazing."

Max sits up looking at both of us holding his arm.

I gasp standing up seeing the Devil's Henchman walking towards the ring. I help Adam stand up and Max is standing infront of us defending us. One guy grabs Max by his arms, one grabs Adam by his arms and one puts his arm around my neck making me watch. Another one comes in with a steel chair in hand facing Max.

"Don't hit him! Hit me instead!"

I look at Adam than back at Max. They are yelling not to hit each other. The guy with the chair turns to hit Adam and the lights go out. When the lights come back on, Adam is sitting in the chair and I am standing behind him with my hands on his shoulders. I smirk looking at Max. The guys take off their masks revealing Mike Bennett, Matt Taven, Roderick Strong and Wardlow.

"Y/N! Adam! How could you do this to me?!"

He gets up walking towards us and I look back at the guys behind me motioning for them to attack him. They attack him and Wardlow hits him with a powerbomb. Adam pulls out the Devil's mask and holds it up as I evilly laugh behind him. Adam stands up and walks over to Max throwing the Devil Mask on his chest. I walk up next to Adam looking down at Max than up at him.

"Oh Max. One more thing."

Adam grabs my waist, pulls me into him and kisses me hard. Roddy looks over at us shocked. He pulls back and starts laughing at the crowd booing us. I look back at Roddy and smile a little seeing his face. We all climb out of the ring and make our way to the top of the ramp. We pose at the top as the crowd boos us even louder. Adam grabs my waist and kisses me hard again while Max is sitting in the ring looking up at us. I pull back looking at Max in the ring and I wave my fingers at him smirking. The lights go dark and we make our way to the back. What a way to end the year!!

THE END!

[coleskingdom]

Disappointed

Adam Cole x F Reader

Minors DNI

@midwestmade29 @madhatterbri 

Summary: Adam really hates to be disappointed

I could feel his mood throughout the house, the cold disapproval of his stare, the sharpness of his voice when he had called for me. Adam sat reading in the library, it was lit so softly that the shadow cast were giant on the wall behind him. . He was still in his suit, the snake skin jacket in black all part of who he had become. He had a Kingdom to protect and those around him had already began to fail. His hand swirling the whiskey in his glass, neat as always. I stood in the doorway taking in the sight of him, calm, controlled and dangerous. He was breathtaking as I stood in the doorway.

“So I was right when I told you that Wardlow wasn’t the man for the job?” as I walked over to the bar cart and poured myself a drink. Sitting across from him, I had just come home from my own meetings when he called my name. “Don’t start with me baby girl “ his tone a sharp warning as he leaned forward having put down his glass. “I don’t know why you’re so surprised I was right. I told you he was weak, I told you he wasn’t loyal , you seek my counsel and then you do whatever it is that Roddy tells you.” A smirk crossing my lips as his eyes follow the glass to my lips. “What’s the word you called him a disappointment? You should’ve never . “ my voice cracked as he moved from his chair to directly in front of his thumb and forefinger gripping my chin. “ I’m sorry baby girl what were you saying I should never had what? “ his blue eyes staring into mine.

“Tsk Tsk, losing your words with your King in front of you. So beautiful, so smart and so disappointing.” His hand stroking my hair “Baby girl, you know how I hate to be disappointed. However, I’m sure if you use that beautiful brain of yours you can figure out a way to please me. “ dropping my chin and returning to his chair. I hated how my body betrayed me and all the ways my brain was coming up with ways to please him.

I waited a few moments before I stood up walking towards him. I began to unbutton my shirt when I heard him sigh at the sight of my bra,leaving it just unbuttoned enough, as I unzipped the pencil skirt and slid it down in over exaggerated motions stepping out of it keeping my heels on. I kneeled in front of him, his eyes seemingly undecided where to focus, my mouth, my breasts or my hands running up and down his thighs. He moved forward in his chair, as I reached for his belt swiftly undoing it and the button of his pants. I took his length in my hand beginning to stroke it before I began to lick and tease him. I took him into my mouth my eyes focused on his,as I moved up and down. His hands in my hair encouraging me, as he hit the back of my throat, he took control the rhythm “ Baby girl, taking her king so well. Your mouth is only second to your gorgeous pussy.” I hollowed my cheeks, “Oh fuck” was the only warning I had as I swallowed his release. I wiped the edge of my mouth, and stood and returned to my chair, taking a sip of my drink.

“Do you want to reconsider how disappointing you think I am? “ as my legs opened and I leaned forward mimicking his own movement earlier. “Fuck, Baby girl, are you trying to kill me? A king is nothing without his queen.” He stood taking off his jacket, took off his shirt, and adjusted himself and the pants lower on his hips.

He walked towards me, kneeling in front of me, his mouth kissed up the inside of my legs his lips alternating between each as he worked up my legs, pulling me slightly forward in the chair, he placed a kiss in the center of my panties. “ Baby girl, already so wet for me. Was it sucking me off that made you this way or was it my mouth?” He ripped the underwear and his mouth was on me. Licking and sucking on my clit, his tongue speared my core as finger began to circle my clit. My hands went to his hair, I heard him chuckle as my hips began rocking against his mouth. I was so close and he stopped. “ Adam please” I whimpered, as he stood in front of me . “Up” motioning for me to stand I stood as he took my seat as he in did his button, freeing himself again. “Sit” he said as I straddled him and slid down his length till he was fully sheathed both of us moaning. He ripped the buttons from my shirt ,and threw it and my bra across the room. His mouth found my breast as I began to ride him, grinding myself into his pelvic bone, his mouth sucking and teeth nipping at them both. “Adam, so close, I could feel myself begin to flutter around him the pressure building inside. “It’s okay baby girl cum for me"his mouth moving to my neck licking and sucking on my favorite spot, I came undone. I buried my head in his shoulder as he continued to thrust into me a few more times as he came deep inside of me. He kissed me deeply as we both regained our breath. “ Look at me.” my eyes looking into his, now soft, blue and warm, his hands playing in my hair. “ Baby girl you are anything but disappointing “

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Maso! I was wondering if you could write something for our favorite devil Adam Cole it could honestly be about anything

Hi, love! Oh yes, we love a good Devil around here 😈💋 Let’s enjoy one of my favorite AU’s! Ever: AU!Corrupt Cop Adam Cole

A large, fat, thick stack of greens was all it took for him to forget all about the academy's ethics. After all, ethics didn’t pay the booze, bills, and bitches, cash did. That’s why he did it because, at the end of the day, nothing smells nicer than fresh dollar bills.

“May I ask why you’re so invested in this case?” Adam asks, a teasing smirk already starting to show the early signs of his amusement.

“I don’t pay you to ask questions, Cole. I pay you to get shit done! So just get shit done” She shrugged, sitting comfortably in his detective’s chair, she placed her feet on top of his old hardwood desk. Crossing her ankles one on top of each other, she intently stared at Adam, waiting to hear his annoying chuckle, which came a few seconds later.

“Nice shoes” Adam states, admiring how the yellow light of his table lamp made her chromed heel shine.

“I thought I should do something nice for you. I know how much you love these” She pressed the tip of her stiletto against Adam’s stomach, “So I thought, he’s been such a good boy, why not amuse him a little?” She giggled, fully laughing when he pushed her legs apart so he could sit on the table facing her.

“I am very amused” Adam pushed her further down on the old desk chair. “I’d be even more amused if those heels were pressed against my back as I fuck you on this chair”.

“Uh, detective. Mixing business with pleasure, I see. Would it turn you off if I said you should be investigating the cocaine cargo I’m about to receive next week instead of having me in your room?” She smirked, before gasping loudly when Adam grabbed her up from the chair in his arms.

“No” He replied, placing her down on his desk “It would turn me on even more” Adam grinned as he leaned down to capture her lips in a kiss filled with urgency.

“You really are The Devil, aren’t you?” She laughed “Got everyone fooled with your good, caring boy façade”.

“You have no idea, baby” Adam teased her lips with his “No idea of what I’m capable of doing”.

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So High School ft. Adam Cole | Chapter 3

Because he sat on the outside seat, Austin was always delegated to the right earphone, and because she sat on the window seat, Violet was always delegated to the left earphone.  It became a habit for her to just hand him an earphone the moment he sat beside her on the bus.  Likewise, it became a habit for him to begin asking more about her, or her day, or what sorts of things she was studying at St. Anne’s that were different than what he was studying at Lancaster West.  They’d talk about their other interests – hers: student council, the author Zadie Smith, Seventeen magazine, and the TV show The O.C; his: the Lancaster West wrestling team, hanging out with his friends, Rolling Stone magazine, and the TV show One Tree Hill.  Violet promised to start watching One Tree Hill, and Austin The O.C.

Austin was excited to learn new things about Violet.  He noticed himself looking forward to getting on the bus now and spending that time with her in the mornings and afternoons.  He began to notice just how confident her voice and demeanour was.  He noticed the freckles that dotted her cheeks and the bridge of her nose.  He began to stop and look back at her before entering the front doors or Lancaster West High.

Violet was excited to learn new things about Austin.  She noticed herself looking forward to seeing him get on the bus and spending time with him in the mornings and afternoons.  She began to notice just how articulate and dynamic he was.  She noticed the crinkle of his eyes whenever he’d smile or laugh at something she said.  She began to wave to him slightly when he stopped and looked back at her before entering the front doors of Lancaster West High. 

Despite how much they were opening up to one another, Violet always felt Austin was holding something back.

***

Violet was giddy as she walked with her girlfriends towards Julia Steinbreaker’s house for her birthday.  She told her parents her birthday party would be on the main floor while her parents were up in their bedroom, but Mr. and Mrs. Steinbreaker’s parents were really in Florida for the weekend.  She had a curfew of midnight.  Julia’s brother was a senior at St. Augustine College and some of his friends would be there, too.  It was going to be the best.

When she and her friends walked in the house, they were greeted with loud music and a bunch of their friends and acquaintances.  Word must have gotten around – that, or Julia’s brother told a lot more of his friends than Violet though, and those friends told their friends.  Some other girls from St. Anne’s were there, and there were others she knew attended Lancaster West and other public schools in the city.  She and her friends walked into the kitchen, already eyeing some of the boys.  She grabbed a Diet Coke and cracked it open.  Her friend Beth grabbed her hand and led her through the house to the family room where she spotted Julia’s older brother hanging out with his lacrosse team buddies.

And then she saw Austin.

Violet stopped dead in her tracks when she did.  Beth almost dragged her but stopped when she noticed her staring at someone.  “Austin?”

He didn’t see her at first.  But when he did, his face was just as shocked as hers.  “Violet?”

“Hey!” she exclaimed, letting go of Beth’s hand to approach him and hug him.  Well, this was new.  This was the first time they had acknowledged each other outside of the bus.  They couldn’t even do this in a grocery store with their mothers present just a few weeks ago.  Austin hugged her back, trying not to smile too much and lose his cool.  “What are you doing here?” she asked.

“My buddy Travis is friends with Julia’s brother from their soccer team or something, so a couple of my buddies and I came,” he explained.  “Julia – St. Anne’s, I’m guessing?”

“Yeah, yeah of course,” Violet nodded her head, trying not to feel too overwhelmed.  He existed outside of the bus.  He was real.  “What a small world, eh?”

“That’s the Toronto poking through, isn’t it?” he quipped.

“Who’s this?”

Austin and Violet whipped their heads towards Beth, who was looking between them with raised eyebrows.  “Beth, this is my friend Austin,” Violet said.  She couldn’t believe she’d just said those words out loud to another person.  My friend Austin.  “He goes to Lancaster West.  We take the bus into the city together.”

“Hello, Austin who goes to Lancaster West,” Beth smiled wryly.  She looked back at Violet.  “You didn’t tell me you had friends at Lancaster West.”

Violet watched as Austin’s smile dropped a little at the way she said Lancaster West.  Like the school was riffraff.  Like it was beneath them to have friends there when it most certainly wasn’t.  “Well I do,” she said.  “We’ve been taking the bus together for forever.”

Beth’s eyebrows rose.  Before she could respond, a boy yelled her name and presented himself in front of them, to which Beth jumped into him excitedly to hug him.  Violet and Austin gave each other a quick glance.  Beth soon focused her attention back on Violet.  “Violet, this is Carson, the guy I was telling you about.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“What are you drinking?” he asked.

“Just a Diet Coke.”

“You’ll definitely want some rum with that,” he smiled.  “Are you a Malibu or Morgan girl?”

“No no, no rum for me,” she shook her head.  She’d had alcohol before, but in the presence of her parents.  They’d ship her off to a convent if she got home and they smelled rum on her breath, especially considering she had lied to them to come to the party in the first place.

“Oh come on, I know you St. Anne’s girls love to party,” he pushed.  “Nobody’s gonna tell Jesus, I swear.”

“I’m alright with my Diet Coke, really.”

“Think of it as unholy water.”

“That’s not how it works.”

“I could even pour it right into your mouth—”

“—She said no,” Austin piped up.  Everybody involved in the interaction looked at him.  “Just leave it.”

“Whatever,” Carson rolled his eyes, putting his arm around Beth’s shoulders.  “You want some vodka?”

“Yes please.”

Beth left with Carson, leaving Violet and Austin alone with one another.  She bit her bottom lip before meeting his eyes.  “Thanks Austin.”

“No problem,” he said.  “I hope you came with other friends besides her.”

Thankfully, she did, and before long she was able to introduce Harper and Abigail to Austin, who were much more friendly than Beth had been.  Austin even introduced them all to the friends he came with, and soon they were all talking and having fun together.  Austin went to the kitchen to get Violet another Diet Coke, and when he came back, she saw he hadn’t opened it.  She smiled to herself.

The house got more crowded – people from Lancaster West, who Austin said hi and spoke to, and some more girls from St. Anne’s.  There was a boy from St. Augustine College’s student council that Violet knew and had a crush on, so tried flirting with him to no avail.  Harper and Abigail paired off with some boys they met.  Some rowdy boys started a drinking game, which encouraged so many others to be obnoxious.  Soon enough, with Harper and Abigail paired off, Violet found herself alone, so she went back into the kitchen to get another Diet Coke.  There, some boys in Lancaster West soccer t-shirts began talking to her.  She was polite and engaged in the conversation, but she really wanted to find Harper or Abigail.

“How about I get you something to mix with that Coke,” the taller one said, grabbing the mickey of vodka he’d brought to the party from the pocket in his jeans.

“Oh no, that’s okay.  I’m not drinking.”

The guy chuckled, glancing at his friend.  “Of course not.  Come on girl, you need to loosen up.”

“I’m perfectly fine, thanks.”

“You know, you’d be hotter if you weren’t so stuck up.”

Violet immediately went red.  “What?”

“You St. Anne’s girls are all the same.  Stuck up daddy’s little rich girls.  Maybe if you took off your fucking chastity belt you’d be better.”

Violet was speechless, her jaw gaping open from not knowing what to say.  With her cheeks already red and her eyes already watering at just how rude the boys were being, she tried to think of something, but couldn’t.  Her emotions were getting the best of her.  Her embarrassment was getting the best of her. 

“Quit being such fucking assholes and leave her alone,” she suddenly heard Austin’s voice from behind her.  She couldn’t even spin around to look him in the face, instead waiting until he appeared at her side.

The boys suddenly seemed more nervous than before.  “Au—Austin—”

“Fuck off,” he warned, scaring them enough that they left the kitchen.  He looked her in the eye, noticing the redness in her cheeks.  “Are you okay?”

Violet felt so embarrassed.  She gripped on to her Diet Coke before backing up to lean against the counter, averting Austin’s eyes.  “I’m fine,” she told him unconvincingly.  “I—I lost all my friends.  They’re all off drinking or with boys.”

Austin saw her body language, saw how defeated she looked, and most of all, how she looked like she was on the verge of tears.  “Hey, this party kinda blows anyway,” he said, getting slightly closer to her.  Want to go somewhere else?”

She finally looked up to meet his eyes.  She’d never been more grateful than in that moment.  “Yes please.”

He nodded once.  “Meet me at the door.  I’ll grab your jacket.”

Violet did as she was told, going to put on her shoes.  Austin appeared with her jean jacket and they left the house inconspicuously.  It was already dark out, but not late – she still had at least two hours to go until curfew.  Austin watched Violet carefully, making sure she was okay, and that she wouldn’t burst into tears at any given moment.  Clearly those guys had struck a nerve.  Once they walked down the driveway and to the sidewalk, he noticed that a few tears had escaped, the wiping of her nose a tell-tale sign, too.  He hated seeing her so emotional about stupid comments some stupid boys made.  “You want to go to Francesco’s?” he asked suddenly, before his mind even realized what he was doing.

“You…you mean the pizza place?”

He nodded.  “There’s no reason those assholes should ruin your night,” he offered.

She nodded shyly, and they began walking down the sidewalk side by side.  After only a few strides, though, she stopped dead in her tracks.  He looked back at her to see what was wrong.  “You don’t think I’m stuck up, do you?” she asked.

“No, I don’t,” Austin’s voice was gentle.  There was a moment of silence where they just stared into each other’s eyes.  Austin hoped she believed him, because he really meant it.  “I think you’re the furthest thing from stuck up.”

Violet nodded, resolved, and began walking again along with him.  They were quiet as they made their way towards Francesco’s, and it was Austin who took the reins once they walked in anyway.  He walked them over to a booth where they sat opposite each other and ordered them both a slice of pizza and a root beer float.  Violet noticed some of the other patrons in the restaurant – a few older couples, probably out on date nights; a big group of high school seniors who were lively but not loud or causing a scene; other local kids in and around their age minding their own business.  She wondered what she looked like to them.

“Can I say something?” Austin asked suddenly.  She didn’t see it because she was people watching and in her own head, but he had been staring at Violet the entire time.  She nodded.  “I think you’re way too smart and way too cool to let what those guys said make you feel this way.”

She cracked a smile for the first time in what felt like a while.  “Thanks Austin.”

“And no offence,” he continued, “Harper and Abigail seem fine, but that Beth girl is a piece of work.”

“Yeah.  I know.  You don’t know the half of it,” she said.  “We became friends in our freshman year because we were in the same math class, but we’ve been growing apart, especially this year,” Violet explained.  “She’s just been…changing.  I mean we both have.  But we’re going in the opposite direction, and I don’t know how far we can stretch before it snaps, you know?”

“It doesn’t seem like you’re anything like each other.  I try to give everybody a chance, but the second she opened her mouth I didn’t get a good vibe from her.”

Violet was silent.  She knew exactly what he was referencing – the Lancaster West comment.  “I know, I know.  I didn’t—I didn’t like that comment she made.  I thought it was really awful of her to say it the way she did.”

“If anybody should be called stuck up, it’s her.”

Violet smiled again.  Their waitress brought them their pizza and root beer floats and Austin automatically took a sip out of his.  They spoke about their friends and other people at the party, giving each other notes.  Who to avoid.  Who was alright.  Everybody knew the teenage years were a minefield for social interaction, so it was nice to get advice from someone else.  The taste of the pizza perked up Violet, and soon she and Austin were laughing together again.  Conversations about friends turned into conversations about school and teachers, and conversations about school and teachers turned into conversations about parents.

“Are your parents already talking about university like my parents are?” Violet asked.

Austin shrugged.  “We’ve talked about it, but they’re not pushing it down my throat or anything just yet.  Are yours?”

Violet nodded her head.  “When your dad’s a university professor it’s kind of inevitable.  I mean, when both your parents are as educated as my parents are, it’s kind of inevitable,” she said.

“Do they want you to go to UPenn?”

“It’s the easiest because we would get discounted tuition.  But my top choices are UPenn, Georgetown, and Boston University, though I’m probably gonna apply to so many more,” she explained.  “They have the best programs for what I want to study.”

“Which is?”

“I want to go into speech language therapy like my mom,” she said, which made Austin smile.  “What about you?  Have you thought about universities or what you want to study?”

Austin stayed silent for a bit.  “I uh—well, I kind of like history, so I was thinking of that, but I don’t—I don’t know if I like it enough to want to pursue it so seriously, you know?”

He was nervous.  What was he nervous about?  This was a normal conversation between two normal teenagers – surely it wasn’t making him so nervous he couldn’t form a coherent sentence?  She tried to ignore it.  “What about universities?”

“Well, places like what you said are kind of, like, unattainable for me.  Marks wise but also money-wise.  I mean, anywhere I end up going, I’ll, uh, have to take out student loans.  Not looking forward to those.”

It was so clear to her now.  She didn’t want to pry, but they were friends now, and she wanted to get to the bottom of it.  She didn’t want Austin to lie to her.  “What aren’t you telling me?” she asked.

Austin looked her in the eye before taking a deep breath.  He needed to get it out of the way now, before their friendship went any further.  It wasn’t exactly an out for her, but she needed to know because it was what motivated him – everything he did was to reach this goal.  He’d rather the judgement come now.  “I want to get into pro wrestling,” he said finally, letting the words linger.

Violet was unsure what he meant at first.  “You mean, like, the Olympic wrestling team?” she asked, knowing he was on the amateur wrestling team at Lancaster West.

“No,” he shook his head.  “Pro wrestling—like WWE.  Wrestling on TV.  It’s—it’s all I’ve ever wanted to do since I was nine years old.”

Austin watched Violet’s face carefully.  He watched and waited for confusion, or a brow furrow, or a scowl at the idea of becoming a pro-wrestler instead of going to university.  It wasn’t exactly a normal career choice, and it definitely wasn’t one a high achiever such as Violet or a parent would approve of – his own mother didn’t.  But instead of confusion or a scowl, he watched as Violet’s face came to a realization with a twinkle in her eye.  A giant smile overtook her face.  “Austin…” she began, almost speechless.  “That is so cool.”

It was now him who was confused with a brow furrow.  “Really?”

“Are you kidding?  Of course,” she assured him.  “All everybody else around me can talk about is AP grades and SAT scores for their programs.  That is so different than what everybody around me wants to do, and it’s so cool that you’re so passionate about something that’s so unique that you want to pursue it like you do,” she said, and she meant it whole-heatedly.  She hadn’t quite met anybody like Austin before, and she was so glad he helped her on the bus that day.

“You think so?” Austin asked.

She nodded enthusiastically.  “I think you’d be really good at it.  You’re a very articulate speaker.  I don’t know much about wrestling but I think that’s part of it.  What’s your plan to do it?”

She listened intently as Austin spoke enthusiastically about what he had to do to achieve his dream.  He had very clearly researched every minute detail beforehand and knew the steps to get there.  The wrestling foundation, which is why he joined the wrestling team; the training at a school in a city near them like Philadelphia or Pittsburgh or even Washington D.C.; making a name for himself on what he called “the indies” before a big company like WWE signed him.  His explanation was detailed and meticulous.  The more he told her, the more she envisioned it for him, the more she wanted it for him, too. 

Austin spoke so much and for so long, long after their pizza slices and root beer floats were finished, long after most of the other patrons left Francesco’s and it was just them in their own little world.  They paid and left, and it was only then, walking out into the briskness of the night that Austin realized how late it was.  He looked at his watch and it read 11:40.  His curfew was midnight.  Neither of them wanted to leave.

“I’ll walk you home,” Austin offered without having to be asked.  There was no way he was going to let her walk home alone at this hour of the night anyway.

“Aren’t you—isn’t your curfew midnight, too?”

“I—yeah—but it’s okay—”

“—Hold on,” she said, reaching into her Coach wristlet.  She pulled out her cell phone.  He had completely forgotten she had one of those Blackberry Pearl cell phones.  Just like her iPod, he was shocked to see it.  There was such a different between them.  “What’s your home phone number?”

He told her, and she dialled it.  He didn’t say anything, and he didn’t know why.  His gut trusted her already.  “Hi, Mrs. Jenkins?  My name is Violet Schwarzkopf, I’m one of Austin’s friends,” she began to say in a very, very polite voice.  “Um, my friends all ditched me at the party and Austin offered to walk me home, but I live on Mulberry Street and I know he has a curfew and—and—I was just hoping he won’t get in trouble for being home a bit late.  I don’t want to walk home alone this late at night.”

Austin almost laughed, but settled on a shit-eating grin.  He didn’t want his mom hearing him laughing and getting any ideas.  “Thank you so much Mrs. Jenkins.  I promise this won’t happen again for Austin.  I’m sorry for calling so late.  Goodnight.”

Austin continued smiling at her and she put her phone back in her wristlet.  “You’re like the mom whisperer.  I need you to talk to her all the time.”

Violet chuckled.  “Let’s go.  My parents aren’t as nice.”

They reached her house on Mulberry Street in just about fifteen minutes, with a comfortable five minutes to spare.  Austin knew he shouldn’t have been shocked at the size or the grandeur of it, but he still was.  As one of Manheim’s few historic streets, almost all of the houses were like this.  But Violet’s was even more so, and the front garden was meticulously maintained, too.  Standing on her front porch, they looked at each other.  “Thank you for making this night so much better than it started,” she said.

“You’re welcome.”

She moved to stick her key in the door, and was about to walk in, but hesitated before turning back to face him.  “I meant what I said at Francesco’s.  I think you’d be amazing at pro-wrestling.  I wasn’t just saying that.  Everything you told me just sounds so cool and I’m, like, rooting for you, you know?  Especially if that’s your dream.”

He smiled, practically blushing.  “Thanks, Vi.”

She then did something that he wasn’t expecting: she reached in and hugged him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders tightly.  He hugged her back before she pulled away.  “Goodnight Austin.”

“G’night, Vi.  I’ll see you on Monday.”

She opened the door and he got a quick, dimly lit glance at the interior of her house – its hardwood floors and big front mirror and fancy lamp that was lit on a fancy entryway console.  So different to his grandma’s house, which didn’t exactly have any fancy lamps or entryway consoles.  He turned away once he heard the door lock, walking down the driveway before looking up at the house one last time before deciding to run home.

He could use the cardio.

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My bf wants to know if MJFxAdamCole is a ship. Please send me links so I can show him yes.

He's also new to the idea of Tumblr for anything but porn, so I need to teach him the wonders of fanfic.

I'm going to scar this man. 😂

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What You Do To Me

A/N: This was my magium opus at 17 and I still have a soft spot for it so I have only edited and updated companies and people. Was requested from a prompt list. Also my requests are finally open if people want to send stuff in.

Slight warning: mentions of cheating.

Masterlist

I thought I wouldn't see his face again. I thought when I told him to leave he wouldn't come back. But there he is, standing at the other side of the door. Should I answer it? I need to move on but I still love him.

"Who is it Y/N?" One of my two travel buddies and close friend, Orange Cassidy, asked. I didn't answer him.

"It is Adam, isn't it?" Kris' tone was hushed so Adam didn't hear her. I nodded my head. I walked away from the door and sat in between Orange and Kris.

"What do I do?" My mind was racing with so many thoughts. I knew he was in town but I didn't think Adam would want anything to do with me after everything that happened.

Both of the best friends wrapped their arms around me and hugged me tightly.

"I wish I had an answer for you," Orange was looking sympatric about my situation.

"Not going to lie to Y/N, no matter how you feel whether you love him or hate him after what he did, I think you should talk to him." He knocked the door again. "He's probably not going to leave until you answer him."

I sighed, knowing Kris was right. I detangled myself from my friends as I made my way to the door. I took a deep breath before opening the door. There he was, standing there, he raised his head when I opened the door, his incredibly bright blue eyes looking into mine.

"Hey Y/N, I shouldn't be here but I had to see you, there's something that's been bothering me over the past weeks since you left me." I guestered for him to continue, trying to pretend not to care. "I know I shouldn't have done what I did and I am sorry. I should've tried my best to be with you in your time of need but I wasn't. Instead I was selfish and didn't even try to make the time to be with you and I feel guilty about it all. I know you may still hate me and rightfully so but I wanted to let you know that I love you no matter what, when you told me to leave I've never been so heartbroken but I understood I hurt you and I would do anything to make you happy and if that means me leaving, then that's what I'll do. I know you may not take me back but I really want to try my best for you, something like that will never happen again. You mean the world to me Y/N, I love you."

His eyes were glassy, as if he was nearly on the verge of tears. He took a step closer to me, pulling me in for a hug. "I know sorry isn't enough, but I just had to come here and say it to your face." He pulled away then turned to walk away but I stopped him.

"Adam, wait," He turned around, giving me a light smile. "I still love you, despite what you did, you coming here kinda shows me that you willing to change but I need more than your words. I'm willing to give you a second chance but if you do shit like that again, I'll never want to see you again."

He came over, wrapping his arms around me and spinning me around. "I won't ever let you down again Y/N, I promise." He pulled me in for a kiss, I missed those lips so much. He better not hurt me again because I honestly don't think me or our unborn child can handle it.

[mystic-story-lover]

Hello! I read your Matt Jackson one shot and I really liked it. It made me want to send in a request of my own: An enemies to friends to lovers involving female!reader and baby face!Adam Cole please? Thanks!

~Do You Hate Me~

Adam Cole x female!reader

Word Count: 1577

Warnings: Swearing, description of injury, Adam being a dick

Type: Angst/Fluff

Summary: Adam’s been a dick to you for so long, and you never understood why.

A/N: Hey there, thank you so much for the kind words about my previous story! Hopefully this fills what you were liking for, and I hope you enjoy it as well. 

(Gif Is Mine)

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To say that you’d never gotten along with Adam Cole would be the biggest understatement of the year. He didn’t give you an explanation for why he looked at you with distaste, but he made plenty of snarky comments about you. Sometimes, you’d thought about asking him why he hates you, but you stopped yourself because it’d be better to avoid him. At least then he wouldn’t start a fight with you. Maybe you said something to him once, you weren’t sure. Not even the Young Bucks knew why he acted the way he did when you came around.

“Are you excited?” The deep voice caught you by surprise, disrupting your thoughts, and you turned around to see your best friend Jay White. 

“Is it that obvious?” You chuckle at him when you see him smile at you. 

“Just a tad. Hey, is Cole still giving you problems?” He questioned, a present frown growing on his face.

A groan erupted from your chest as you were reminded that he would be at the event tonight. “Unfortunately, yeah he is.”

“Maybe I’ll beat some sense into the fool.�� Jay chuckled again before raising his hand to ruffle your hair. 

“Don’t you mess with it, she’ll kick your ass.” You hear a voice coming from behind Jay, and turn to see another member of the Bullet Club, El Phantasmo.

“You got what you deserved last time,” you chuckle looking at the taller man. “I warned you not to mess with it.”

“Yeah yeah yeah.” He sighed dramatically before walking over and wrapping you in a tight bear hug. 

While distracted by the hug, you didn’t hear Adam approach the three of you, so you were caught off guard when you saw his damp hair in front of you. Thankfully, he had his back to you, which would give you a chance to escape before he could spot you. 

“So, Y/n,” Phantasmo started before receiving a glare from you. “What are you most excited for in–” He quickly stopped talking when you punched him in the arm, but it was to late. Cole scoffed before he turned around glaring daggers into you.

“Yeah, Y/n, what are you excited for?” You rolled your eyes at the way he worded the question, and you didn’t even have to look to know that Jay would be wearing an angry expression.

“Well, Adam, she has to be looking forward to her match, because she’ll be worth watching.” Phantasmo spoke up, only to bow his head when Adam looked his way.

“No, you don’t get to do that Cole. Phantasmo is a friend, and you don’t get to take out whatever frustrations you have with me out on him. And for the record, I’m excited for Jay to kick your ass tonight. You clearly see who I’m voting for.” You use your thumb to point to the Bullet Club logo on your jacket, and smirk at Adam, who returned his gaze to you.

When Jay offered you a spot in Bullet Club, you accepted within seconds of his question. It meant that you’d be travelling between Japan and AEW more often, but jet lag was never something you feared.

“Whatever, I’ll see you out there Jay.” Adam spoke before walking off, brushing his shoulder roughly with yours. 

Sighing, you shook your head, and walked off in the other direction towards the guerilla. You were to be walking out with the club for each of their matches. For Jay’s match however, you were strictly going to join the commentary team. 

When you spotted both Matt and Nick in guerilla, you knew that their match would be next, and that El Phantasmo and Hikuleo would be there any moment. As you turn to speak to the boys, you notice Hiku walking over, so you give him a nod and a smile to greet him. Seconds after that, Phantasmo appeared behind you, waving to everyone in the group.

“Jay mentioned that you were going to commentary?” Phantasmo questioned looking at you. 

“I’ll be there for his match yeah.” You replied.

“What about this one?” Nick asked as he bounced back and forth on the balls of his feet. 

“You’ll see me at ringside. I can’t miss out on seeing the Young Bucks wearing Bullet Club gear for the last time ever.” You giggle as both boys smile and pose. When you hear their music begin to play, you raise your fingers into the ‘too sweet’ motion, and the guys do as well.

~~~

“Y/n, as the only Bullet Club member signed to the AEW roster, how does it feel to see your friends here?” Schiavone popped the question.

“Well, Tony, how would you think it feels? Being here, alone, as you reminded me, isn’t an easy task. I have to carry the weight of Bullet Club ever signing here on my shoulders. But, it is great to see Jay White, El Phantasmo, and Hikuleo here.” You explain.

Still being able to watch the match on your monitor, you could notice that when Adam dropped, he landed wrong. To see another talent injured is never something you’d want to see in your career, but when you noticed him in pain, you wanted to rush down to the ring. Jay’s face appearing on your monitor caught you off guard, he only held up one finger, but you knew this was his way of telling you to stay. 

“Wow, did you see the way Adam went down?” Excalibur questioned.

“That just proves Jay White knows what he’s doing when he steps into the ring. Something we’ve said from the start.” You reply, wincing at your own words. For the sake of the show, you couldn’t worry on mic about Adam, and you had to keep yourself in character, but it pained you to see the way he winced as he moved. 

Finally, Jay landed the pin, and the match was officially over. Quickly, you removed the headset off, and you walked down the ramp, making it to the ring to celebrate with Jay. He wrapped you into a hug, a smile on his face from his victory.

“He’s hurt.” Jay whispered, only soft enough for you to hear.

As people cleared out of the ring, you could spot Adam struggling to walk, and both you and Jay rolled out to help him in the back. He tried to refuse the help from you at first, but gave in when he almost fell over. Immediately, Doc Sampson was able to see him, and you rushed him to the medical area backstage. People were crowding around to see how Cole was holding up, but you shooed them all away, stating that the doctor needed to work on him first.

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When it was announced that Adam would need time off due to injury, your heart sank in your chest. He wasn’t a friend, he wasn’t your boyfriend, he was simply someone who hated you, but you still felt awful about it. You tried to excuse it as he was another wrestler, and you understood the pain of hearing you’d be out of action, but truly, you knew that wasn’t it. Which is why it came as a complete shock to you that Adam requested your help with his physical therapy and rehab.

“Hey Adam, how are you?” You questioned, sliding out of your jacket before walking over to him.

“A little better today, how about you?” His voice was soft and sweet, far different than the way it used to be with you.

“I’m alright.” You state before continuing. “You know, I’m still shocked you asked for my help with all this.”

He chuckles at that before speaking up himself. “I’m still in shock that you actually agreed to do it. I know I was a dick to you, and I’m sorry for that.” He bowed his head.

“We all do things we regret.” You smile, placing a hand on his chin, lifting his head. 

Adam only simply nods before turning away.

“Why’d you turn away Adam, did I do something wrong?” You question and frown, trying to get a glimpse of a reaction from him.

“No, you never have, that’s the problem. I fell for you, and Kenny told me that I shouldn’t try anything with you, so I was awful to you as a way to avoid my feelings. You didn’t deserve that treatment from me.” He sighed.

“Well then, I’ll just have to tell Kenny to stop meddling in my love life won’t I?” You giggle slightly. “It would have helped if you had come to me Adam, you could’ve saved yourself from being a dick.”

“How could I have? Kenny said you weren’t interested and that’s what led to "I shouldn't try anything.” He still refused to look at you as he bared his chest.

“Kenny didn’t know shit about my feelings, because if he did, he would have told you to go for it.” You stepped, so he had no choice but to look at you. “I have the same feelings Adam. It took me a while to admit it to myself because I thought you hated me, but I do feel the same way.”

“I never hated you Y/n, not once in my life.” He looked at you, and he frowned, because he truly felt awful for hurting you all that time.

“Then kiss me you dork.”

[itjazzbicch]

No Going Back

Kinktober Day: 5/31

Pairing: Adam Cole x Fem reader

Kink: Cheating

Summary: As friends, the reader and Adam realize they have deeper feelings by their behavior towards on another, the reader learning this is all behind his girlfriend, Britt Bakers back, and they both have to come to a decision…

Theme/Motivation:

Warnings: (Smut) (18 + ONLY)

Word Count: 1.4k

Taglist: @demonqueen29 @peachy-satan00 @new-zealand-chic @crowleysqueenofhell @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @thatpanpal @damnnhausen @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @spooky-land @xxx-jazz-xxx @writtingrose @legit9thlunaticwarrior @seeingstarks @rubyred1980 @alexisquinnlee-bc

I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF:

“And that’s how you do it!”

I was at the top of the food chain at AEW, racking up another win, beating Britt Baker and officially earning the number one contenders spot.

Only one stop away from being at the peak and I don’t remember a time I smiled brighter, that growing when I heard behind me:

“Save that for when you win the women’s title.”

Adam Cole. The little shit always liked to mess with me, but I liked it. Liked him and engaged as I walked over, saying with an attitude:

“Aww, you mad because I pinned your girl?”

That made him stop and I had to laugh, taking a step closer and whispering:

“Or are you mad that I’m not your girl?”

“You know that’s not right,” Crossing his arms and glaring, I understood where he was coming from.

He said we were just friends, but I was the one he called every night, hung out with me any chance he got, that’s why he said something to me to begin with.

“And you know that I can’t help myself,” I smirked, crossing my arms too and standing up to him, “When are you going to face the truth, Adam?”

“What do you mean by that?” Putting his hands on his hips and trying to throw an attitude at me, he was avoiding it again and I dished it back:

“You know exactly what I mean.”

Looking around the empty hallway, I uncrossed my arms, almost chest to chest with him, locked gazes and that alone almost had him snapping.

“What is it with you?” He murmured under his breath, looking down at the ground till I looked under him, making him pick his head back up:

“Hey, I’m trying to do you-“

“That’s not what I meant,” He huffed, defeated and dipping his head toward me, whispering, “I can never stay away from you.”

I had to brace myself, he was about to kiss me and I was ready for it, eyes closing softly, till we heard:

“Has anyone seen Adam?”

There was my cue to get the hell out of there, Adam looking up nervously, tapping my shoulder:

“Talk to you later.”

This was so irritating, but there was no more time for me to drag this one, just shaking my head and walking away.

Adam and I’s relationship wasn’t right and complicated on top of that. It was running through my head for the entire night, even in my hotel room when I tried to sleep, I just stared at the ceiling.

We had to do something about this. Kill it, make it something more. Something.

I had enough, rolling over to grab my phone and right as I did, it started ringing and sure enough, it was Adam.

“Hey, I didn’t wake you up, did I?” The tone of his voice alone showed me that he was going through the same thing as me tonight.

“No, I was actually about to call you,” I huffed, sitting up, “We really-“

“We need to talk. I know,” He sighed, “I’m coming over. I can’t do this over the phone.”

“Fine by me,” I just hung up because he knew where my hotel room was and shortly after, there were knocks on my door.

Letting him in, I just sat on the bed, staring at him as he joined me.

“So?” I wanted to hear from him first, it seemed like I was always the one who did the talking and he needed to step up.

“We supposed to just be friends,” He began and I knew where this was going, interrupting:

“Does she know that we talk like we do? I feel like it’s behind her back.”

“It is,” He admitted, staring at the way and much like I wanted to do earlier, finally facing the truth.

“And you were going to kiss me back there. I know, Adam,” My intense glare on him made him look me in the eye, “We’re not just friends and you know it.”

“I know,” He kept his voice at a whisper, at least he was admitting the truth this time, but we still needed to come to a conclusion.

“Tell me the truth,” I had to get everything off my chest, explaining before asking, “Because I can’t help but feel like I need you. I’m not afraid to admit that. Tell me, deep down inside, do you want her or me?”

His hands were shaking the longer he stared into my eyes and my heart was beyond unsteady, after a moment of silence, he gave me his answer, catching me off guard when his lips smacked into mine.

Kissing him was better than I ever imagined, getting that uncontrollable feeling that I got when I was with him, grabbing his shirt to pull him closer.

We were both lost, his hands fixing my hips and back on the bed, laying on top of me, saying when I got a breath:

“Adam, you-“

“I’m giving you my answer,” He sat up quick and threw his shirt off, kissing again, “You know you want this.”

“Fuck yes, I do,” I growled softly, flipping him over and fully submerging into the deep pool of thoughts I had for him. Nothing but us.

Clothes started disappearing, sure that I wasn’t even breathing because all I wanted to do was kiss him and feel all over his body, being put on my back again, his hand dipping between us.

“You don’t know how badly I’ve wanted this,” Hearing him like this was rare, that’s how I knew he was serious, breathless as his cock slipped into me slowly, wanting to savor the stretch his girth created.

“I think I do,” I breathed in, freeing his hair and keeping a handful with my arm wrapped around his head, cooing as we nuzzled noses, “There’s no going back. Give it to me, baby.”

“You’re never going to stop thinking about me after this,” He gave me a cocky smirk like a warning, feeding me every inch in a single thrust, snickering at how my head pushed back into the pillows deep, an even deeper moan flying free.

“You asshole,” I joked, smiling and moaning more, noticing how he was so determined, thrusting harder and adding to it with his mouth at my breasts, sucking, biting, and driving me crazier.

“Oh really? Because your moaning says other wise,” Sitting up, he pulled my hips down into a rough thrust, having my jaw dropped as I yelled out:

“Damn, Adam!”

“What? You like that?” Doing it again made me bit my lip and it was clear that he wanted me screaming his name, throwing those thrusts at me faster, an aching pinch in my stomach from them.

I about bit my lip off because I didn’t want to be too loud, but he got exactly what he wanted, gasping for a deep breath, then able to do nothing but moan and call out his name.

My walls clenched so hard that I could feel every little detail of how he bottomed me out, the tip of his cock hitting every sensitive spot along my walls, positive that he hit my cervix.

With my body going crazy, he hooked his arms under mine, bottoming me out every other thrust and keeping his hips burning against mine.

“Hold me tighter!” I was shaking and squirming, toes curling with my legs latched around his waist and of course, he had to keep playing with me:

“Why? I drive you that crazy?”

“You know that you do, Adam!” I was nearly pleading with him to cut the crap, eyes shut so tight and seeing dots in the black nothing that I saw, “I’m cuming!”

For a moment, I could hear my heart pounding as if it were in my head rather than my chest, hearing him cussing under his breath while wet slick spilled around his cock, immediately slowing the tempo from how intense it was.

“Don’t die on me now or something,” He was just as worn as me, but nudging heads for our eyes to meet.

“I just-“ I needed to breath more, tired eyes fixing on him, getting out, “Is this-“

“It’s not just a one night stand,” He read me easily, knowing this wasn’t the end, but another step closer to where we needed to be, “Because I know that neither of us are going to be able to help ourselves anymore.”

[daddyhausen]

Head canons for being shared by Britt and Adam?

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「 MASTERLISTS 」 | 「 AEW MASTERLIST 」 | 「 ADAM COLE MASTERLIST 」 | 「 BRITT BAKER MASTERLIST 」

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

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「 WARNINGS 」 — 18 + [ minors do not interact ], poly. relationship, threesome

「 WORD COUNT 」 — 315

「 PAIRING 」 — fem!reader x adam cole x britt baker

「 GENRE 」 — smut

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britt and adam are sweet lovers

they always priorities your pleasure before their own

taking their time with you

toying and testing out new ways to make you feel good

since they were your first experience in terms of a polyamerous relationship, the progression in introducing you into their sex life was slow

first it would just be you watching them fuck, touching yourself to the sight

then it would progress to you and britt while adam watched

getting used to her dominating touch before it was adam’s turn

the two of them interchanging between each other before you felt comfortable taking them both at once

adam was more gentle, he was never one to be too rough anyway, only when the time calls for it

he had a tendency to be more dominant with you than he is with britt

britt could be seen more as the dominant in the relationship while adam held the middle ground with you being submissive to them both

and you enjoyed it that way

nights were spent with adam between your thighs, filling you up with his length

while britt was backed up against the headboard of the bed, fucking herself on your tongue

while you peered up all flustered and teary eyes from such wonderful pleasure

the both of them effectively using your body to get themselves off

aftercare is a must, especially in such a dynamic

the two of them definitely did not want you to feel excluded or feel as if you were just a toy for their pleasure

you’d be pressed between them, either in bed or in the shower

britt kissing you sweetly, hands still roaming your body

while adam would be pressed against your back, most likely with you cockwarming him

his lips peppering soft kisses against your neck and the tops of your shoulders

muttering sweet praises and affirmations in your ear

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[elitehunter]

Adam Cole: (Holidays Are Joyful There's Always Something New) But Every Day's a Holiday When I'm Near to You

Title: (But Do You Recall) The Most Famous Reindeer of All? Theme: Day 7 - Cookies/Gingerbread/Sweets for @12daysofchristmas Fandom/Character(s): AEW/Adam Cole x OFC Warnings: None except like one instance of a cursing Word Count: 2,063

It starts with a box of her favorite biscuits when he needs her help and turns into a box every time he needs a favor. When she starts to like more than just the baked goods and takes an interest in the man himself, she convinces herself that the best thing to do is take a step back and spare him the trouble of having to let her down gently. Then he shows up at the holiday party and she realizes she got it wrong.

Read it on AO3

[fawnnandfable]

okay stanky people, my request are officially back open!!

[coleskingdom]

Need

Adam Cole x Female Reader

Minors DNI NSFW

@madhatterbri @midwestmade29

"I feel like we keep having the same conversation over and over again. This is the last time." Adam’s hand brushing my hair out of his way as he leans in reaching the spot just beneath my ear. “You take what you need, and I take what I need.”kissing my neck in absolutely no rush. “Unless you’ve finally realized you need something more” his teeth grazing eliciting a moan from me. “ Is it the fact that,you sleep in my arms. Come on my cock. Reach for me in the night. That these little trysts aren’t enough anymore.” his blue eyes searching mine.

He’s not wrong and he sees right through my bullshit. This started out as friends with benefits, almost transactional. Then sex turned into sleeping over,which turned into breakfast, which turned into a day spent in bed, then into movies and dinners. He picks now to have this conversation when we are naked and I’m underneath him and at his mercy.

"You've left me hanging twice, and if you want yours this time, you're gonna answer."

"Answer now?"

He nodded slowly, kneeling over me, hands pressing my legs apart as his mouth lowered to my center, lowering his mouth to hover over my clit.

"What you going to do ? Leave me stroking my own cock, thinking of you, while you're out letting another man put his mouth on you? It’s time you tell the truth to me and yourself." his voice with a tinge of something new in it.

“There’s no one else, there hasn’t been anyone else.”I lifted my hips, trying to reach him, but Adam’s hands clamped over my thighs and held me down knowing that he has me vulnerable and honest.

“It’s going to take more than that?”

“ Okay ,I need more than this , I need you. I want more than this. You make everything better and it’s killed me pretending that I don’t . Please. “

"Please, what?"

"Please make me come."

His eyes flashed, and his lips curled into a satisfied smile before he lowered his mouth to me.

My hands found their way into his dark hair, and it took all of my self-control not to shove his face between my legs. A plea left my lips and he began to devour me. He licked and tongued and sucked at my clit until I was arching up and writhing against him. And when one finger slid inside me, I knew I couldn't wait long before he filled me. I needed. I wanted. And I might combust if I didn't get it.

An orgasm slammed into me when his teeth closed around my clit and tugged.

"Please. I need—"

Adam lifted his head and stared down at me. "Me, sweetheart . You need me. I'm the only man doing this. I'm the only man sliding inside you. I'm the only man you're ever gonna feel this way for. Understand?"

"Yes."

“Good girl”his thumb pressed to my clit and another orgasm broke free. My fingers curled into the sheets of the bed as I bucked and rode it out. How he could play my body so easily, I didn't know, and I didn't actually care. I just wanted more.

“One last thing “ as he pressed the head of his hard length to my entrance but went no further.

"Wha-"

"You're mine."

He spoke the words like a vow, and I could do nothing but give the words back to him. Because they were the truth.

"I'm yours."

He slammed home with one thrust and I arched into his lean, muscled body. It was beautiful. A perfect blend of pain and pleasure, and I wanted everything from this man. He gripped my calves and lifted my legs until they rested on his shoulders. "Gonna take everything I need from you, but you'll get what you need too."

And that was the last he spoke before he began to pound into me.

Over and over. Readjusting the angle and my position so he could get deeper and, oh Jesus, he found my G-spot.

My vision blurred as he worked his hips and never slowed his pace.

An orgasm like I'd never experienced before gathered inside me, building with every thrust until I teetered on the edge, detonation imminent.

Adam never stopped. He pushed me over the edge mercilessly, sliding his hand between my legs and pressing his thumb over my clit.

It. Was. Glorious.

I rode out the orgasm as Adam continued to take me with decadent intensity. His own roar sounded as his hips stilled and his cock pulsed inside me.

A small giggle escaped from my lips and Adam’s gaze snapped to mine.

"Now is not the time to be laughing, sweetheart ."

I covered my mouth, my smile growing larger. "I can't help it. I think my brain quit working. I'm blaming you."

His lips curved upward into a genuine smile, and the expression on his face relaxed. "Good, I’ll take responsibility for that."

He squeezed my hip before he lowered my legs and slid out from between them. The loss of his fullness wasn't welcome. I wasn't ready to let him go the realization of how much had changed tonight hitting me all at once.

Adam came back from the bathroom with water, handing it to me.

“ So this means you’re mine too right?” as he slipped into bed behind me pulling me close. “Always have been”his lips on my hair as I drifted off.

[spine-buster]

So High School ft. Adam Cole | Chapter 2

A/N: Thanks to those who have liked and/or reblogged. Please remember that a lot of us authors thrive from likes, reblogs + fun tags, asks, etc. about our work! We put so much time and effort into our writing. It seems like there's such little engagement with authors and fics on here these days and we need to bring it back!

The house was quiet, which was odd for the afternoon.  Usually, if they were both home, Austin was streaming on Twitch and Violet would be out of view of the screen reading a book or in the office completing a session with one of her patients.  But Austin wasn’t streaming, and she wasn’t in a session.  Instead, as she wandered through the house and into the main living area, she saw Austin sitting up on the couch, legs up and outstretched on the chaise.  He was just…there.  Not watching TV, not on his phone, not reading, not playing video games…nothing.  Just staring at nothing, perceiving nothing, an empty look in him. 

When Kyle had texted earlier that day, he suggested they get together soon so he could bring his daughter Janie over.  She was such a character, and Austin loved playing with her.  Violet knew it would cheer him up, at least even momentarily, and they agreed that Kyle would drop by “unannounced” tomorrow.  But in the meantime, Violet would have to get to the core of what was wrong, although deep down she knew.

Another injury.  Another setback.

She didn’t say a word as she walked across the room, even when Austin made eye contact with her.  Almost immediately he looked away, like they were back on the bus to Lancaster all those years ago.  He couldn’t bear to look at her, because he knew if he did, he’d start tearing up.  Maybe he would anyway.

Even when she snuggled into the side of his body, he didn’t look at her.  Couldn’t look at her.  She didn’t sense any coldness from him – she never did – and that was the worst part.  It felt simultaneously like Austin, her Austin, was there but not there, at the same time.  “Talk to me,” she whispered, trying to snake her arms around her shoulders to bring his body closer to hers.  He shook his head.  “Austin, talk to me,” she pressed.

He kept shaking his head.  Finally, a single tear fell.  The red blush of anger began to overwhelm his face.  “Again,” was all he could say, quietly but with a deep, deep sense of frustration.

She cupped his face in her hand, his beard rubbing against her skin.  “Austin—”

“Every day I watch you.  I watch you make me food and do my laundry and help me get out of the car and I hate it.  I fucking hate it—”

“—Shhh—”

“You’re always taking care of me, taking care of us, and I’m just here, useless—”

“—Don’t call yourself that—”

“—I just, I feel so fucking defeated, Vi.  I hate doing this to you.  I hate it.  I see you get down on your knees to help me put on my fucking shoes and I’m this close to just losing it.”

Violet crawled onto his lap before touching their foreheads together.  Austin was getting redder from trying to hold it all in, and she wanted so desperately to take all his anger and frustration out of him.  Hell, she would take it if it meant not seeing him like this.  “I do those things for you because I love you.  Because I want to,” she whispered.

He shook his head.  “All those nights when I had the concussion, when you’d wake up with me because I was freaking out for no reason and you would calm me down even though sometimes it would take hours—”

“—Austin, I wasn’t going to let you go through all of that alone.  I did all that because I love you more than anything, because I know you would do the same for me,” she said.  That was a difficult time.  Painful and difficult.  And dark.  So dark.  When Austin took the brain test and only scored a 38 she remembered how much he sobbed.  She held it together in front of him but once he was asleep, she went into their bathroom and let it all out too, crying and crying until she got a headache.

“I don’t want to put you through that shit again, but I am.  I hate myself for it.”

“Shhhhhhhhh,” Violet cooed as she watched Austin break down entirely, burying his head in the crook of her neck as she hugged him close to her body.  He cried into her neck, a cathartic experience for him as he was letting it all out.  Violet was doing everything she could, everything she knew Austin liked, so she could calm him down: running her fingers through his hair lightly, soft kisses, whispering into his ear.

It was only when he raised his head did she see the true extent of his tears, a wet face with glistening cheeks and red eyes looking into hers.  “I can’t stand not being able to give you everything.  Give you what I promised I would,” he whispered in a voice frail and brittle.

Violet cupped his face in her hands, her thumbs wiping his tears away lightly as she shook her head slightly.  “You’re my everything, Austin.”

Austin let out a deep breath, almost as if he needed to hear those words.  “No matter how much I say I love you, I always love you more than that.”

They kissed, and when Austin buried his face into the crook of Violet’s neck again, there were no more tears – well, less tears – and instead, a sense of restoration, a sense of calm, a sense of peace.  The feeling that things would be okay despite another hardship being thrown their way.  The feeling that their love was stronger than this.  The feeling that, despite everything, after almost two decades together, a broken ankle wasn’t going to break Austin, or Violet, or their relationship.

***

The next day that Austin got on the bus, he saw Violet in his regular seat against the window.  She’d gone from “Maybe we should be friends” to stealing his seat in a matter of 24 hours.  He walked towards her after paying his fare and slipped into the seat beside her.  Violet was chipper as ever, despite it being early in the morning.  “Do you like listening to music?”

Austin was sort of taken aback by the question.  Was there anybody who didn’t?  “Yeah, of course,” he nodded.  “Why?  What do you like to listen to?”

Violet unzipped a small pocket on her backpack and pulled out something Austin was shocked to see – an iPod.  While many of his friends had different types of MP3 players, nobody he knew actually had an iPod.  “There’s this band that I just found.  They’re called Fall Out Boy.  They released an EP called My Heart Will Always Be the B-Side To My Tongue.  It’s acoustic – do you like acoustic?”

He was temporarily blinded by the iPod that he didn’t fully register what she was saying about Fall Out Boy.  “You have an iPod?” he asked, looking between her and the device in shock.

“Oh.  Uh, yeah,” she nodded.  “My aunt in Toronto got it for me for Christmas last year.  It’s pretty cool.”

“I’ve never seen one in real life before,” he almost chuckled out.  “I don’t know anybody who has one.”

Violet handed it to him, and he held on to it like it was a diamond.  “You can click through it and find something you like.”

“Uh, thanks,” he said, moving his finger along the clickwheel.  In their silence, she shuffled through the same pocked for headphones – a pair from Apple, he noticed, since the wires were white and the buds were circle shaped.  She stuck the end into the headphone jack and handed him the right bud.  So they were going to listen to songs on her iPod together?  Okay.  He looked her in the eye.  “You like Fall Out Boy?”

Her eyes lit up again.  He was immediately endeared, but he wouldn’t know that until much later.  “I really love that EP.  Do you listen to them?”

He nodded.  Clicking through, he found the album and clicked the first song.  They sat together on the bus, one earbud in each, listening to the whole album the rest of the way into Lancaster.

***

Later that night, as they crawled into bed, Austin snuggled into Violet as he always did, except this time there was an air of neediness in his body language.  Their bodies intertwined with one another’s naturally.  “I meant what I said earlier today,” he whispered.  “I love you more than I can say a lot of the time.”

“I know.  I meant what I said too about you being my everything,” Violet replied.  “I want you to remember that when things get hard.  When your mind plays tricks on you.  Remember my voice telling you that.”

***

Austin and Violet introduced each other to a lot of new music.  He would board the bus and introduce her to an album, and she’d go home and download it and put it on her iPod.  She would board the bus and introduce him to an album, and he’d go home and download the MP3s of it immediately before burning a blank CD.  Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge by My Chemical Romance.  Hot Fuss by The Killers.

“My dad was listening to Mr. Brightside with me last night when I was playing it on the computer.  He loved it,” Violet said one morning as the bus barrelled down the highway towards Lancaster.  “He said it was very catchy.  He’s going to listen to the whole album next Monday when he has to drive to Philly.”

“Why does he need to go to Philly?” Austin asked.

“My dad’s a professor at UPenn,” she said.  “He lectures on international diplomacy and German politics.  I mean, with a name like Schwarzkopf, you know,” she shrugged, trying to joke.  “When he has to lecture, he stays in Philly.  So he’s gone Monday and Tuesday nights because his lectures on Mondays and Wednesdays.  He has a small apartment there that the university subsidizes.  He comes home by dinner on Wednesdays.  My mom at least stays in Manheim or just goes to the surrounding towns for her work.”

“What does she do?”

“My mom’s an SLT.”

Austin furrowed his brows slightly.  Was he supposed to know what that was?  “What’s that mean?”

“A speech language therapist.  She used to work at a practice with a lot of kids, like helping them with their speech impediments.  Getting them to pronounce their Rs correctly or help them with their lisps or stutters.  But since moving to Manheim she usually works with older people who have had, like, strokes and stuff.  She helps them with regaining their speech and their swallowing.”

Austin nodded, digesting all the information Violet was telling him.  No wonder she went to private school.  No wonder she pronounced and enunciated all her words so clearly it almost sounded like she had an accent.  No wonder she lived on Mulberry Street in Manheim.  With a university professor dad and a speech language therapist mom, was there any other possibility?  “That all sounds pretty…intense,” Austin offered.

Violet looked at him, wondering if that was his invitation for her to come in a bit more.  “It is,” she said, offering him very little.  “I mean, it—it can be, sometimes.  What do your parents do?”

He looked down at his feet and bit his lip momentarily before answering.  “Um, my parents are divorced.  My mom’s a hairstylist but she’s also studying to become a real estate agent.  My dad works in construction.  We…uh…we live with my grandma at her house.”

Violet gave him a look at the way those words came out of his mouth.  “You don’t have to be self-conscious about that, you know,” she told him.  “That’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

Austin shrugged his shoulders.  “I guess.  I mean plenty of my friends’ parents are divorced.  I just never thought mine would be one of them, you know?”

Violet nodded with him.  “My dad…when I say he’s German, I mean he’s German German.  Like he grew up in Frankfurt and then went to Toronto to study at the university, and that’s where he met my mom.  My mom’s got family back in Toronto, but here in Pennsylvania, it’s just us.  Literally just us.  That’s why we’re so…close, I guess.  Because without one another, we’d have nobody.  So I understand how hard it can be when that unit kind of…breaks up.”

She wondered if she made any God damn sense whatsoever, but as she watched Austin and saw him nod slightly, she knew at least something got through.  “Yeah.  We all still love each other.  It’s just…hard.”

“I—I’m sorry if I made you upset,” Violet was suddenly self-conscious again.  She had a tendency of doing sticking to overly-emotional topics in conversations, but it was always by accident.  She had to get the hint that people didn’t want to go there, especially not on a bus, especially with someone they’d practically just met, especially with someone they barely knew.  “I didn’t mean to—"

“—No no, it’s okay,” Austin assured her.  Well, at least she had that.

“I don’t mean to pry into your personal business.  I know we barely know each other,” she continued.  “And I’m sorry that—”

“—You need to stop apologizing,” Austin interrupted her again.  She almost couldn’t see it, but there was the smallest smile on his face – she could tell by his eye crinkles.  “I wouldn’t have told you if I didn’t want you knowing, you know what I mean?”

“Yeah.  Yeah of course,” she said confidently, even though, in her head, she was still trying to work out what that meant.  “Because we’re friends.”

A pause.  “Right,” Austin said finally.  “Because we’re friends.”

***

“Where do you want to go, Janie?” Austin asked in an upbeat voice as he carried Janie Greenwood, Kyle’s daughter, on his shoulders. 

“Kitken!” she screamed, pointing in the direction of the kitchen before Austin started to hobble over in his ankle boot.  “Snack!”

“Nooooo!  Janie’s had too many snacks at Uncle Austin’s house already,” Kyle warned from his seat on the floor next to some of Janie’s toys.

“Snack!”

“No snack!”

“Snack!”

“No snack!”

Uncle Austin, ever the spoiler, went to the cupboard and retrieved another packet of Goldfish for Janie, handing them to her with a smile.  “What Janie wants, Janie gets!” he exclaimed.

“Yaaaaaayyyyy!”

“Janie, let’s stick our tongues out at daddy,” Austin snickered, hobbling back to the couch as he and Janie made faces at Kyle, Janie sticking her tongue out as far as it could go.  From his spot on the floor, Kyle couldn’t help but shake his head and smile at his daughter and best friend.  From beside him, Violet smiled too, grateful to see a smile and some life back in Austin, even if it was just for a little while.

***

One weekend, out in Manheim, Austin and Violet saw each other at the grocery store.

Austin was with his mom, who was debating which brand of yogurt she should buy, and whether she should buy the packets or the big tub.  Down at the other end of the aisle, Violet was with her mom, too, buying some butter and heavy cream since they were going to make some cranberry and white chocolate scones.  The two stopped dead in their tracks once they saw each other, and both their mothers took quiet notice.  It was as if they thought the other didn’t exist outside of the bus.

It wasn’t until their mothers said something that they were honest.  “Who’s that?” Agatha Schwarzkopf asked her daughter, grabbing the butter from the fridge.

Violet didn’t answer at first – she only looked at Austin – until she could feel her mother staring at her.  “We ride the bus together into Lancaster every morning.  His name is Austin Jenkins.”

“Does he go to St. Augustine College?” she asked, referring to the traditional ‘brother’ school of St. Anne’s, the private boys’ school in north Lancaster.

“No.  He goes to Lancaster West.”

Agatha nodded slightly.  “Are you two friends?”

Violet hesitated again before nodding.  “Yeah.  We’re friends.”

“Who’s that?” Cathy Jenkins asked her son, finally deciding and grabbing the large tub of Greek yogurt from the fridge.

Austin didn’t answer at first – he only looked at Violet – until he could feel his mother staring at him.  “We take the bus together into Lancaster every morning.  Her name is Violet Schwarzkopf.”

“She’s a girl from your school?” Cathy asked.

“No.  She goes to St. Anne’s.”

Cathy’s eyebrows rose slightly as she nodded.  “Are you two friends?”

Austin hesitated again before nodding.  “Yeah.  We’re friends.”

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𝑩𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑴𝒆 𝑩𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝑭𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝑩𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑻𝒐𝒐 𝑭𝒂𝒓 𝑮𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕 #𝟏𝟎: 𝑻𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒚 𝒃𝒚 𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒐𝒏 𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝑨𝒅𝒂𝒎 𝑪𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒙𝑴𝑱𝑭 𝑴𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝑶𝒇: 𝑵𝒐𝒗𝒂 𝑨𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒆 (𝑶𝑪), 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝑻𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏, 𝑹𝒐𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈, 𝑴𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑩𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒕𝒕, 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝑽𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆: 𝑴𝒂𝒊𝒏

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Admitting that he was wrong was a new feeling for Adam Cole. He was a man who didn't like to admit that he was even capable of being wrong. Former therapists had mentioned something about narcissism, but Adam knew that couldn't possibly be it. No, no he wasn't a narcissist. He cared too much about those around him. Selflessness was one of his best traits.

Just ask the therapist who sat across from him now. Just ask the man who sat next to him on the couch in the office.

"Adam, why don't you tell me what you remember about the first time you met Max?" therapist to the AEW locker room Nova Angle questioned as she looked up from the notes she was taking. her ice blue gaze was enough to make Adam want to run from the situation. Why had he agreed to meet with his former flame for some sort of twisted couples counseling?

Ah, right. 𝑺𝒆𝒍𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔.

Adam side-eyed the well-dressed Long Island native who sat next to him on the couch. The navy suit may have been fresh-pressed, but Max looked worse for the wear. The bags under his eyes implied that he hadn't been sleeping well. The faintest smell of gin on Max's breath meant that he was drinking again. What had made the man he loved...formerly loved...fall apart so succinctly? Again, Adam knew it was his 𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔. He and Roderick had done this. Taven, Bennett, and Wardlow had helped; but Adam had been the master puppeteer pulling the strings.

"I'm sorry," he ducked his head, twiddling his thumbs as he leaned with his forearms on his knees.

"That's okay, Adam," Nova kindly nodded, before beginning to repeat herself, "I asked-"

"I 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 what you asked, Nova. I...I was talking to Max," Adam let out a sharp breath that he didn't know he was holding, "I'm sorry."

Max looked over at him for the first time since they had walked through the door, "Y...you're sorry?"

"I..." this was the hardest thing Adam had ever had to do, "I was jealous. I was so, so jealous. The world loved 𝒚𝒐𝒖. The world wanted 𝒚𝒐𝒖. I was so used to being the one the world wanted that I-"

"Man, no offense, but 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸 the world, I wanted you," Max huffed, pushing himself off of the couch as he turned to look at Adam, "and how did you repay me, huh? How did you repay my love and affection? By stabbing me in the back for your friends! Did I even matter to you!?"

"Of course you matter to me!" Adam shouted, pushing onto his own feet. He was prepared for a fight if need be. "I...I love you so, so much Max. More than I've ever loved anyone. More than I love myself. I was 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅. I didn't want you to realize what I already knew! That you're better than me!"

"You idiot!" Max now stood nose-to-nose with Adam. He could feel Max's breath on his skin and it caused a small shiver to run down Adam's spine. The scent of gin was stronger now, but Adam wasn't looking at his lips because of that. "I love you! I have always loved you!"

The two simply stared at each other for a moment before Nova cleared her throat, gently pointing out, "Love. You both said you 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 each other. You're so focused on other things, which we will work on, but you're so busy being angry you haven't paid attention to the obvious."

"L...love? You 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 me?" Adam questioned, a soft look in his eyes, "Still?"

"Still," Max ran a hand through short-cropped hair, though he couldn't look Adam in this eyes, "I can't sleep. I...I'm drinking again. You...you left me with a broken heart. You left me a broken man."

Adam closed the gap, pulling Max into a tight embrace. Max's head rested on his chest and Adam felt his eyes well up with tears. This felt like everything he had missed. This felt right.

This was just where Max was supposed to be.