#christian cage fluff
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Original Anonymous Request:
"can you please do an Christian Cage X Fem Reader (age gap couple 22 years apart) Story,. FLUFF
Reader is his Off Screen Girlfriend ''their relationship isn't out to the public" and also an Wrestler in AEW, she often sees comments on IG or Twitter/X about the good chemistry of Shayna and Christian so she develops some self confidence issues if she's enough for him and when he comes back to their shared hotel room, he finds her on their bed reading all the comments that Shayna and Christian made good Pair and all that, and he goes to her and makes sure that she feels loved and shows her that she is the only woman (together with isla) that makes an good pair with him, so he decide to make their Relationship Public with an Post on IG and everyone is supporting their Relationship despite the age gap. then they fell asleep while cuddling"
When your self confidence takes a hit, Christian reminds you that you're the only one for him...
Your relationship with Christian has been the best kept secret you’ve ever had. Both of you agreed to keep things under wraps since your wrestling careers put you in the spotlight all the time. Only a select few people around AEW knew about your relationship, most of them just your closest friends there. Your 22-year age gap never bothered you or Christian, it was the public and their opinions that worried you the most if word got out that you were dating. Fans and internet trolls certainly liked to voice their opinions about you and your spot on the AEW women’s roster, along with Christian and his career, and most recently, his on-screen chemistry with Shayna Wayne.
What started out as casual scrolling through social media, quickly turned into an envy filled daily activity for you. There were times you forced yourself to put your phone down, but your curiosity and insecurities often got the best of you. Your self-confidence took a major hit when all you saw several days straight were comments and posts about Christian and Shayna and how great they look together, their chemistry, and everyone’s theories about how they’re in a secret relationship. All the comments about Shayna and how gorgeous she is made you start comparing yourself to her and as a result of that, you started to wonder if she really was a better match for Christian. Were you really enough for the Patriarch of AEW?
Christian and the entire Patriarchy were in the ring cutting a promo right after your match had finished. You walked to the back and watched on one of the monitors as the crowd booed every word Christian had to say. Shayna looked as gorgeous as ever standing next to him, shaming the crowd for their rude remarks and behavior towards the Patriarch all while gazing at him in the most adoring way. Your insecurities got the best of you, so you decided to grab your things from your locker room and head back to the hotel. You sent Christian a text to let him know where you were so he wouldn’t worry if he tried to look for you around the arena.
Once you got back to your hotel room, you kicked off your shoes and tossed your bag on the floor before plopping down on the bed. Christian’s side still smelled like him, so that’s where you decided to curl up and get comfortable. The images of Christian and Shayna from earlier still remained on your mind, even when you tried to distract yourself by scrolling through the tv channels and reading a book. Neither of them worked. You made the mistake of giving into your intrusive thoughts when you opened Instagram and saw pictures from Dynamite, most of them being of the Patriarchy. Your heart felt heavy as you studied each picture of Christian and Shayna, paying close attention to the smiles that covered both of their faces. Maybe they really are the perfect pair after all.
Tears pricked the corner of your eyes the longer you spent on your phone. You were so wrapped up in what you were doing you didn’t even hear the door unlock! When you heard Christian’s voice call out for you, it snapped you back into reality. “Hey baby,” he greeted softly. “I got your text, but why did you leave early? Shayna and Nick wanted us to grab something to eat with them after Dynamite,”
At the mention of her name, the floodgates opened and everything you had been feeling lately finally came out. Tears rolled down your cheeks, making Christian instantly concerned. “Hey, what’s wrong? Why the tears baby?” he asked as he sat down on the bed. You held up your phone to him which displayed a picture of him and Shayna smiling together before instructing him to read the comments. “I know I shouldn’t, but I’ve been reading all the posts, comments, and tweets about how you and Shayna are the perfect pair. Everyone says how great the two of you look together, I mean she is gorgeous. Just look at her!” You managed to get out through your sobs. Christian scooted closer to you before embracing you and rubbing your arms. The two of you sat like this for a few minutes while he gathered his thoughts.
“Shayna is just a friend, a coworker. You know that Y/N. Sure we work well together, but that’s all this is. It’s just a work-related relationship,” he explained. “She’s nothing to me, but you Y/N, you are everything and more! I wish you wouldn’t pay attention to the people online baby,”
Your body relaxed a little at Christian’s sweetness, your tears starting to dry as he continued, “I’m sorry if I ever made you question things between us. You and I make quite the pair, not me and Shayna. It’s you, me, and Isla, remember? We’re the best damn trio around and I can’t imagine our lives without you. We both love and adore you, Y/N. You’re our whole world,”
As you sat up, Christian placed his hands on your cheeks, holding your face in place as he looked deeply into your eyes. He wiped one last stray tear away with his thumb as he whispered, “You’re it for me baby and I think it’s about time the world knows that,” He kissed you sweetly before releasing your face and standing. “Where are you going?” you asked. Christian just smiled and went to his duffle bag and grabbed his cell phone from inside. He tapped on the screen and went to work typing something out before opening his gallery and adding a photo to whatever he was doing. You saw him open another app on his phone and do the same thing before shutting it off and tossing it on the bed. Suddenly your phone buzzed with notifications, and he encouraged you to check them. One was for Instagram and the other was a tweet that you had been tagged in, both with the same picture attached:
Christian4Peeps: To the most beautiful girl in the world,
You are my favorite person and the only one I need by my side.
How did I get so lucky? I love you, Y/N.
The picture was one of you and Christian that he took one night when the two of you were cuddling in bed. Both of you were smiling brightly at each other, the love between the two of you completely evident. It had always been one of your favorite pictures of you together. You could hardly contain your smile as you reread over the words and looked at the picture! “Thank you Christian! I love you too, so much! Our relationship is officially public knowledge, are you sure you’re okay with that?”
“Absolutely, baby. Let the internet burn with envy knowing this Patriarch is off the market!” After Christian got settled in bed with you, the two of you fell into a peaceful sleep with your head on his chest and his arms wrapped securely around you. On the flight home, you pulled up your social media to check all the notifications you had received over night. 99% of them were positive and full of support for you and Christian with no one paying any mind to your age gap, and there were hardly any mentions of Shayna. You cleared the last notification and put your phone away, snuggling in closer to your man with a huge smile on your face.
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Never Gonna Be Alone
Pairing: Christian Cage x female!reader
Category: Comfort/Fluff
Word count: 2,042
Summary: After being in a car accident, your boyfriend does everything in his power to make you feel comfortable, taken care of, and loved.
Warnings: swearing, female reader but no description of reader, mentions of injuries but no major details, medical talk, medical information might not be accurate
Requested by: @1dluver13xx I hope you enjoy it! ❤️
A/N: Here’s a Nickleback song that popped in my head and I felt fit very nicely. Shout-out to Nickleback for all the bangers over the years! 🤘🏻 @jvalentinesworld-cokes-hyna this is the fic I shared that little scene with you! I thought you might like to read the whole thing.
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He couldn’t believe it. Honestly, he couldn’t breathe once he got the phone call that you had been in a car accident. Were you okay? Christian didn’t know at the moment, but as soon as he found out what hospital you were at, he was there in a heartbeat, asking any and every person in scrubs and doctor coats where you were.
Once the nurse at the desk told him, he lied and said he was your husband when she asked what his relationship was to you. He knew they wouldn’t let him see you just yet unless he was your immediate family. Did he care that he lied to the sweet nurse? Nope. Did he feel guilty about it? Absolutely not.
Christian waited patiently, well as patiently as he could, as you slept off the adrenaline from a few hours ago. He looked your body over, his breath hitching as he noticed each cut and bruise along with the stitches you had received. He didn't know the details but that didn't matter, it just mattered that you were alive and it didn’t look like you were too seriously injured.
An hour after Christian entered your hospital room, you started to stir, slowly moving your arms, eyes fluttering open only to be met with Christian’s concerned blue ones. “Hey. Hey baby, how are you feeling?” He whispered, not wanting to be too loud in case your head hurt. You reached your hand out to hold his hand, but you were stopped by Christian slipping your hand into his once he noticed what you were attempting to do.
“Sore.” You managed to answer him in a hoarse voice. It was in that moment you realized just how dry your throat really was. “Will you get me some water?” You whispered, hoping the soft tone of voice would help your throat.
You felt Christian give your hand a gentle squeeze before answering, “Of course I can, love. I’ll be right back. I love you.” He wanted you to know he loved you, and he felt the need to say it after knowing he could have lost you, the love of his life, the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.
Christian quickly tracked down a bottle of water and a straw and began making his way back to your room just as quickly as he left. He slipped into your room, not noticing the doctor and nurse present until the doctor began speaking after reading over your chart. He stopped moving momentarily to listen closely to the doctor until you reached towards him for the water. He opened the bottle and straw for you, dropping the straw in to the water before handing it to you.
“Well, it looks like you were a very lucky lady because you won’t be needing any surgery. I just need you to stay for the next couple days for observation and to receive further treatment for your injuries.” The doctor informs you and Christian. “If you need anything just let us know. We’ll check back with you later on today, but in the meantime, get some rest.” You nodded, taking a sip of your water. You were thankful Christian thought to get you a straw, it made drinking so much easier since you were hooked up to an IV and the monitor displaying your vitals, all the cords caused you to keep getting your arm tangled up in them.
The next couple days were spent with Christian waiting on you, willing to go get you snacks and drinks from the nearby vending machine, taking a walk down to the cafeteria to get you ice cream, jello, or pudding if you had a craving for any of them. Sometimes when you would move your arm a certain way the machine you were hooked up to would go off causing Christian to jump up concerned every time, only for you to ask him to help you untangle your arm. Sometimes your leg would bother you and again, Christian was quick ask you if you needed anything or needed the nurse, sometimes you would and sometimes you wouldn’t. Nevertheless, Christian was there all day, everyday to ensure you were taken care of, despite you telling him to go home and you would be fine, but he wasn’t having it, always refusing to leave you.
The day you were allowed to go home was such a relief. You were tired of the hospital, you missed your bed, you missed the comfort of your house, you missed your food, you missed your clothes — specially your comfy pajamas — you missed it all.
You’ll never forget the sense of relief you felt when Christian pulled his car into your driveway — you were home, you were finally home. Christian helped you out of the car and you waited for him to hand you the crutches the doctor sent you home with to use, but you gasped when you were lifted off the ground. “What are you doing?! Put me down! You’ll hurt yourself, I need to get used to the crutches anyways.” You scolded your boyfriend, but of course, he wasn’t listening as he continued to carry you bridal style to your front door and setting you down only long enough to open the door with the spare key you gave him three months ago. He picked you back up and carried you with ease to the couch, thinking you were probably tired of laying in a bed. He stacked your decorative couch pillows on the coffee table for you to prop you leg up on. He handed you the remote and insisted you relax with your favorite show while he brought in your crutches and belongings from his car.
You went to speak, but he was already out the door. You didn’t mind him taking care of you when your sick because it was small things you liked for him to do for you, but this? You didn’t want him to wear himself out taking care of you since you couldn’t do much of anything.
You watched him re-enter your home with all your things, noticing, that despite how much he insisted on waiting on you until you were better, he looked absolutely exhausted. That’s when it hit you, you never really saw him truly rest and sleep while staying in the hospital with you. He could deny his exhaustion all he wanted, but you saw the signs — heavy eyes, sagging shoulders, his movements had become slower. Carrying everything did help any either, you heard him breathe deeper and sigh more, hand running over his face. This is exactly what you didn’t want, it’s what you hated seeing. Christian was so focused on taking care you that he was forgetting to take care of himself in the process.
“Hey babe, come ‘ere.” You called him over with seemingly innocent intentions, but you were going to make him rest one way or another and what better way than sucker him into cuddling with you? The answer is none.
“What do you need, love?” He asked, doing his best to suppress a yawn but failing miserably. You heard him yawn as his footsteps grew closer.
“Come cuddle with me.” You gave him your best puppy eyes and reached your hands out for his. “You need to take a break. I don’t need anything right now expect for you.”
Christian didn’t put up a fight, letting you take his hands in yours and pull him down onto the couch next to you. Once comfortable, he draped his arm over your shoulders and you instinctively laid your head over on his shoulder. You both let out a sigh of contentment. It was only a matter of minutes before the both of you were fast asleep.
You wished you could have continued to lay there but you woke up desperately needing to use the bathroom, with your doting boyfriend still passed out on the couch next to you, you attempted to slip out and go relieve your bladder by yourself. The second you moved just the slightest to get up, Christian felt it. “Where do you think you’re going? Whatever you need I’ll get it.” He insisted like you knew you would if he woke up.
“I appreciate that but you can’t help me with what I need at the moment.” You giggled at his half awake state and insistence. “I’m in dire need to pee, if you must know.” You filled him in, giggling as you nudged him gently with your elbow.
Christian laughed, “Maybe not but I can at least help you to the bathroom.” He offered once again.
“Nope. You rest. I can make it with the crutches.” You stood hobbling on your good leg until you could grab the crutches and head out the living room and down the hall. Once done you returned to the living, Christian has passed back out asleep. You opted to sit in your comfy recliner and propped your leg up, you weren’t really sleepy anymore so you flipped through your phone, checking your social media before playing a couple different games, then pulling up the new show you’ve been binge watching for the past couple weeks. Christian still out like a light.
A couple hours passed, and you were getting hungry. You were sure what exactly you wanted because everything was starting to sound good. Hamburgers, pizza, salad, chicken nuggets, French fries, grilled cheese, tacos, pasta, all of it sounded delicious. You were too busy thinking about food to notice Christian had woken up until he commented on your growling stomach, causing you to jump in surprise. “You have that look like you can’t decide what you want.” He knew you all too well and you nodded your head.
“I think I want a grilled cheese. Oh! Or maybe some chicken tacos! Yeah, chicken tacos sound so good and some cheese dip.” Your mouth was watering just at the thought.
“As you wish!” Christian exclaimed, dramatically with a grin. You couldn’t help but giggle at his reference to one of your favorite movies. He grabbed his phone and called in your order and adding his as well. Noticing the time, Christian exited the living room only to return shortly with a bottle of water and your medicine. “Here. Time to take your medicine, and we should probably change your bandage out.” He tells you, handing you the water and medicine before digging out the clean roll of bandages. You take the medicine as instructed, admiring how insistent Christian is to take care of you.
“You know, I need to be doing all this so I have a routine for when you go back to work. I don’t want to forget something important.” As much as you appreciated your boyfriend taking care of you, you knew he would have to leave for work in roughly three days.
Christian stopped you before you had the chance to add anything else. “Baby, I’m not leaving you until you’re one hundred percent, and don’t try to change my mind. I already talked to Tony Kahn about it when you were still in the hospital and he said to take all the time I needed, so you’re not getting rid of me so fast.” He placed a kiss to the top of your head then moved to change your bandage.
You had known the entire time you had been dating Christian that he cared about you and loved you, but it wasn’t until this car accident that left you struggling to get around and feeling like a burden that you realized just how much he truly loved and cared about you, never letting you lift a finger (unless he was asleep and you managed to sneak off), or always asking you if you needed anything, or if you wanted to talk about what happened or just anything really. He wanted you to know he meant every word and to show you how much you meant to him. You were already thinking of ways to repay him and show him just how loved and appreciated he was, and each one of those ideas ended with the two of you in the bedroom.
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Doing a tiktok with Christian Cage headcannon:
Author's Note: Here is a fluffy / humorous Christian headcannon that I promised you guys as of yesterday which I didn't get to do. Apologies for the late post 🤧
Warnings: None, just pure fluff and really bad humor (finally I did a headcannon without any smut lol)
"Christian, let's do a tiktok!" You cheerfully announced to your boyfriend, who was reading a book in the corner of the living room.
"Tiktok?" He asked, his blue eyes widening and his brows raised. "You know I'm too old to dance, I might either get made fun of or break something."
A laugh came out of you
"You are never too old to have a little fun with your girlfriend, come on, if I have faith in you, you should have faith in yourself!"
He flashed a little smile
"Okay, my dear. One tiktok won't hurt." He replied, setting his book down and walking over to you.
"Yay!" You jumped up and down in excitement, grabbing your phone and searched through tiktok dances before you and him started the video.
You clicked on a random tiktok, and showed it to him for his approval.
***insert tiktok video of Run It! by Chris Brown*** (y'all don't take me seriously 😭)
You watched his facial expression go from normal to amusing.
"y/n! Seriously? I can't bend down that far on my hands and shake my butt at the same time." He busted out laughing, "Hold on, I need a second."
You crossed your arms against your chest playfully, puffing out your bottom lip.
"Are you done laughing, Mr. Captain Charisma? I know the dance looks too silly, but we can try to do it." You suggested
"Fineee." He grinned, "anything for you, love. But promise me under one condition, you won't post it?"
"I promise. it'll be only for you and me to see."
You pressed the countdown button starting from 10 all the way down to 1.
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*Take 1*
With Christian standing next to you, you began the dance first.
A laugh erupted out of him watching you, he attempted to bend down far to do the next step of the dance but ended up falling flat on his face.
(Poor Christian)
"Oh my God! Are you okay?"
The video stopped as soon as you asked him if he was okay.
"Yeah, told you I was gonna break something." He got up, brushing himself off with his hands and laughing it off like nothing happened.
"Take 2?"
"As long as I don't fall again, then sure, why not?"
Kissing him on the cheek, you restarted the video.
*Take 2*
Trying again, he started first.
*insert gif, pretend its Christian doing the "Run It" dance but in his version below*
"Get it, Christian!" You applauded, following his lead.
"How did we do?" Christian asked in curiosity, rubbing the back of his neck.
Showing him the video, he was in shock.
"We... we did much better." He began to say, "at least I didn't fall again,"
You playfully slapped him on the shoulder.
"Either way, you're a great dancer." Praising your boyfriend, you planted a small kiss on his lips. "You never fail to make me smile."
"Thank you y/n," he replied, softly placing his lips onto yours. "I think you are a better dancer than I am, but all I can say is that was fun."
Smiling from ear to ear, you wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him once more.
"So lucky to have a man like you in my life who can put up with my silliness."
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Okay so you know those kind of frat guys who are sexist and think they’re the shit and that girls should always just keep their mouth shut, be in the kitchen, and giving their men head whenever he pleases kind of guys? I can totally see one transferring to Professor!Christians class and hitting on Christian’s girl. Christian being the evil man he is underneath does everything in his power to make the class hell for this kid and even goes as far as to try and get him suspended/expelled when the kid tries to touch the reader after she had already let him down easy
omg yes he absolutely does this he HATES not being able to have you be his and when some asshole starts talking back to you he’s such a harsh grader and picks on him.
“well honestly”
“you shouldn’t have an opinion on this, why are you even in this class, women belong in a kitchen taking care of kids, not a business.”
“well, mr. bennett, i think you should keep your sexist and frankly outdated ideas to yourself if you want to pass my class.”
christian is FUMING. he has a no disrespect policy, especially against his princess.
if they’re an athlete, his class puts them in danger of losing scholarships they need. of course, someone persuaded him to pass them anyways.
“baby, you’re being too hard on alex. it was some harmless comments and i handled it myself. he needs this scholarship.”
“he disrespected you, i’ll pass him but just barely.”
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Anyway I can request a Jungle Boy x Reader x Heel!Christian imagine? Maybe the three of them are in a poly relationship (before Christian had his heel turn) and just a whole thing about how they navigate their relationship during the whole thing?
Alright nonny! So I’m gonna be honest here in my opinion I feel like this works better as a headcanon idea so that’s what I’m going to write it as, maybe when I clear up my drafts a bit I’ll write a full blown imagine for it but I hope you still like it!!!
Being in a relationship with Christian Cage and Jungle Boy
Dating both Jack and Christian was great
They were both super respectful and overall sweet guys to you and to each other
Tony had given you the heads up the Christian would be turning heel against Jurassic Express but more specifically Jack
You were all honestly a bit uncomfortable with the whole thing but you all weren’t blind to the fans wanting to see him turn on Jack
Yet still, his heel turn stunned both of you
Your heart shattered when you saw him attack Jack
After he and Jack came backstage he spent a long time making it up to you both but more so to Jack
It took a long time for that level of trust to come back into your relationship
In front of the cameras, Jack and Christian absolutely hated each other but backstage things were a bit awkward at times
It was hard sometimes to flat out cut the line between reality and Kayfabe and it resulted in a few fights between Jack and Christian especially
You always played peacemaker, never taking a side
It broke your heart to see them fight and at one point it pushed you to the point where you didn’t talk to either of them
Which in turn made them stop bickering and begin to grovel for your forgiveness
Which took them a bit to earn
But it was hard for you to stay mad at them
During their match against each other, you stayed backstage, refusing to take a side although Tony (with your permission of course) asked to keep a camera on you to see your reactions
You knew as much as their feud broke your heart that in a way this needed to happen
It was a way for them to get their anger out
They beat the hell out of each other
After the match, you helped tend to their many wounds
They loved having you as their nurse though
To tease them you bought one of those skimpy outfits
When they were fully healed and cleared by the doctors though
That was game over for you
Just the way you guys liked it
Hi... so I promise I didn't ditch writing, it's been very hectic for me. I had Breast Reduction surgery last week, turned 21, AND started back at college after an almost two year gap. I promise I am working diligently on all of my asks and other things. Still... don't be afraid to send an ask, I will definitely try my best to make it happen. On that note, I hope you enjoyed this Nonny! I tried my best!
I'm sending you guys all the love and good vibes until next time!!!
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●Christian Cage x Reader●
Summary: You turn on Adam Copeland and join the Patriarchy.
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*Y/N's POV*
Nearing the end of my match, I hit Red Velvet with my finisher move picking up the win. I lean in the corner of the ring clutching my knee as Adam Copeland comes into the ring to check on me. Me and Adam are friends and he has been trying to be more with me. The lights go off in the arena which makes me smirk. When they come back on, Nick Wayne and Killswitch are standing on the sides of the ring and Christian is standing on the side of the ring where the ramp is. Adam turns to look at Nick, than Killswitch than at Christian. I start crawling over to Adam still holding onto my knee. Adam looks at me than back at Christian.
"Y/N! I don't need your help! I got this!"
I smirk, put my arm between his legs and hit him with a low blow. I pull my arm back as he falls to his knees and I stand up kicking my leg showing the crowd I wasn't hurt. Christian climbs off the ring along with Nick and Killswitch. I climb out of the ring making my way over to Christian. He puts his arm around my neck looking at Adam in the ring.
"You never had a chance Copeland! Shes mine!"
Christian grabs my face and kisses me hard as the crowd boos us and Adam hangs on the ropes watching us. We pull apart and I look down at Adam smirking knowing what I just did was a big surprise to him and everyone.
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I have a request for you! Is there anyway I can request a Christian Cage x Female!Reader imagine where him and the reader already have a baby that they planned but the reader is the Current reigning Women’s Champion in AEW and she ends up having to relinquish due to a small injury she’s substained as well as a pregnancy that she was unaware of until she had to go get her injury checked out?
Totally missed out the part where they already had a baby lmao sorry
Thanks for the request x
Christian Cage x Fem!Reader
The last thing you remember was launching yourself of the top of a rather large ladder. Then you hit your opponent, your head smacking the ground almost simultaneously. Next thing you knew you were waking up surrounded by the medical team, you match automatically called off by your injury. The medics helped you stumble your way backstage where they could check you out properly.
So here you were, trying to keep yourself awake sitting on a cot in an all white room. The medics were pretty certain you weren’t concussed so they hadn’t sent you to hospital yet, but they still were keeping a close eye on you. They had just taken a blood sample from you, standard procedure to make sure your dumb idea hadn’t been the influence of something else. Your boyfriends, Christian Cage, match was playing quietly on the TV in front of you. You watched as he once again used Luchasaurus to his advantage to win. You were sure he would be here to check on you soon.
Just as you thought, he burst through the door not even 10 minutes later, anger burning in his eyes. He had clearly just verbally torn into the poor intern outside.
“What the hell were you thinking?” He growled. You felt the shame burning up your insides, you hated disappointing him.
“I’ve done that spot a million times! I don’t know what went wrong!” You exclaimed. Tears were welling in your eyes now, you weren’t sure if they were caused by frustration or embarrassment.
Christian noticed your change in mood and took a deep breath. Sure, he was an asshole but he never wanted to take it out on you. Not his girl. He stepped towards you and gently took your hand, gently bringing it to his lips to press a soft kiss to your fingers.
“You scared me sweetheart” He sighed. This side of him was reserved completely for you nowadays. Even if you only saw it on occasion.
The doctor walked in the room, looking slightly worried at Christian’s presence. He nervously looked at the papers on the clipboard balanced on his arm.
“Um, Miss Y/N, could we have a quick word in private?” He asked. Christian’s grip on your hand tightened slightly and your eyes widened.
“I’d feel better if he could stay” You replied, your other hand covering his. The doctor nodded and flipped to another page.
“Were you aware that you are currently pregnant Miss Y/N?”
You instantly felt like you were going to puke, your brain completely short-circuited. You barely even noticed Christian’s hand leaving yours. The doctor watched your reaction carefully before giving you a sympathetic smile.
“I’m going to send you to the hospital in light of this, just to check everything is ok. Obviously this means I can’t clear you for continued active competition” He explained. You nodded along even though you weren’t really listening.
You turned your head to look at your lover. His jaw was set and he was glaring into empty space. His silence put you on edge. He wasn’t one for commitment anymore, he hadn’t been for a long time. But here you were, carrying his baby. Well….
“I’ll give you two a moment” The doctor excused himself quietly. You didn’t say anything, neither did Christian. You just sat in silence for what felt like an eternity.
“Is it mine?” Christian asked solemnly. Your eyes almost fell out of your head at his question, how could he ever think there was someone else? After everything you had been through together?
“Of course it’s yours?!” You squeaked
He took a step away from you, having gone a shade paler. He still wouldn’t look at you. You called his name gently, still nothing. He then turned on his heel and left the room. Leaving you all alone.
-
At the hospital, they confirmed that everything was alright with you and the baby. Obviously they gave you a strong warning about being more careful in your condition. You couldn’t help but notice the sympathetic looks when they asked about the father, how they didn’t ask anything further than if he was coming. They probably thought he’d ran away at the first sign. They wouldn’t have been wrong.
There was no one to go with you to the hospital, staying by Christians side all this time had burned many bridges. So you lay in the cot alone waiting to be discharged. Your hand brushed over your abdomen, you tried to imagine the tiny life growing in there. A little piece of you and Christian, a sign of your love. Yet he wasn’t here.
You hadn’t even noticed someone approaching you until they cleared their throat. You looked up and were met with his eyes, looking rather regretful, he was holding a large bouquet of you favourite flowers.
“I’m sorry” He said, taking you a little aback. It was difficult to get an apology out of him at the best of times but here he was.
He thrusted the bouquet into your hands as you stuttered in confusion. He perched himself carefully on the edge of your bed.
“I want to raise this baby with you. There’s no one else I’d rather have carry my baby” He blurted out. You felt tears roll down your cheeks, a mix of exhaustion and hormones making you emotional.
“I don’t want you here just for the baby” You mumbled
“I’m not, you’re my girl. My girl and my baby” He smiled. You let him lean in and press a kiss to your forehead. You smiled softly at him, knowing you can’t ruin this moment with a rant about him leaving. You’ll leave that until later.
“I can’t wait until they can boss Luchasaurus around too”
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♡ 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐔𝐬, 𝐄𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐎𝐮𝐫𝐬 ♡
Day 31 : Trick Or Teat
【Synopsis】 : The dead of night, creatures hide. In the light of a fire, those same creatures can become more.
『Word count』 : 7.01k
-> Genre: Supernatural. Smut. Angst. Fluff.
Paring: Yungi x Reader | Seonghwa x Reader [Eventual ot8 x Reader]
[Warnings] : Self hatred. Abusive family. toxic family. Cult-like religon. Myths and supernatural concepts. The reader is giving off Genderfluid in some parts [not me projecting whoops]. hints of sexual abuse. Blood. Gore. Dark themes. Blood drinking. Kissing. Swearing. All the boys have a corruption kink cause why not. Fingering. Seonghw has a bit of a superiority complex. Details of torture and killing people. Unprotected sex. Yunho and Mingi are little shits. Eheh
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The Destiny Castle was filled with darkness and death. Guard dogs, the size of cows and strange beastly noises echoing in the forest surrounding. And warnings to anyone that enters the ground will never be seen again. Well, that's what the priest of your village says over time and time again. Blabbering about how god left the family that lived in the castle many centuries ago when they invited night-crawling creatures inside. Ones that drink blood and care little for the human race.
Vampires.
You sighed under your breath for the fifth or sixth time this evening as the sermon read on the large dusted book in front of him. Your hands were beginning to ache from having them clasped together for so long. Why were you even praying? It's not like you believe any of this bullshit. Yes, granted, some of it might sound true, and you had doubts on multiple occasions whether this man in the sky was, in fact, real or not. But did you really want to stick around and find out? When you die and you go to hell, so be it. You weren't scared of where you ended up. You were more scared of wasting your life away. Not finding the adventure you so desperately craved. But your picture-perfect parents with their picture-perfect kids shall have no such dreams. No such idea of living other than to tend to the market stall and be married to yet another picture-perfect family.
You felt your mother's god-awful stare as she clearly heard you sigh yet again. You hated her the most. Always finding new and improved ways to punish you for "your sins." Like rolling your eyes or talking back to a man. Or worse, not showing any signs of being a good future housewife so when she's finally ready to sell you off—oh I'm sorry, give you away—to some rich Christian suitor to be your husband. You could be the perfect version of yourself for her.
Perfect. Perfect. Perfect.
You hated that fucking word. A loud bell chime caught your attention, signalling that Sept was finished with his blabberings for the evening. So you stood up straight, your annoyingly over-layered dress before turning on your heels to leave.
"Oh wait, Dove. Come here, please." Your mother's overfaked and sugary sweet tone rattled in your ears. The use of the nickname Dove also annoyed you. Dove, meaning white pure bird that is trapped in a golden cage. Everyone had called you that since you were born, most people in the village not even knowing your real name, only know this nickname.
Why, you may ask?
Simple, your mother hated your name. You were named after your father's mother, who she hated. But it was tradition to name your firstborn after the father's mother, so here you were. Not only were you a disappointment to your mother, but you also bore a name that resembles hatred. Lucky you.
"This is Lucas Wheeler. He's Mary and Robert's Eldest son." Your mother's voice buttered up the introduction, leaning in with an absolutely disturbingly fake smile that everyone seemed to fall for. You turned your lip slightly, making a poor attempt to smile, which your mother did not approve of. "Luca, darling, this is my daughter."
His grin was wide and overexaggerated. His tunic was buttoned all the way up to his Adams apple, looking as if it was constricting his airflow. And his hair was perfectly brushed back. He was the definition of a good pure religious boy. A book nerd. You couldn't hide your disgust as he licked his lips, eyeing you like some piece of flesh. You knew what he was hiding. That filthy lust that men seemed to only be forgiven for. He has probably dreamed about shoving his cock in every woman that passes him and he was definitely only thinking about his needs while staring at you. Not marriage, not husband duty. No, the sole idea of finally getting his little dick wet was driving him crazy. And it made you want to chuck your guts up all over his clean shoes.
"You seem to have such a um, polite daughter here, Christine. She seems shy?" Lucas's mother, Mary spoke up trying to take a look at you but you kept your face pointed to the ground. You didn’t want to be there and you weren't about to fake a smile for a family you did not need to know. you wanted nothing more than to slip away and become invisible like you always did in these types of situations. But turning twenty has now made you in the public eye. Twenty and without a husband was rare. Normally women in your village were betrothed at sixteen and married at eighteen. But you have managed to wheezle your way out of it from your parents being too worried about your younger sisters. But you’ll be twenty-one soon and your mother, Christine was becoming impatient.
“She is a shy one. Sweet too. Micheal and I have been trying to find the perfect man for her, but her shyness seems to not be a lucky charm.” Your mother battered, throwing a sweet chuckle making Lucas’s parents laugh.
“Well, how about you both come over? Bring all your kids, for dinner. I’m sure my Luca would love to get to know her.” Mary pinched Lucas’s cheek making him push away slightly.
“Yes. I’d love to know more about your daughter. I’m sure we will be able to entertain one another while you get dinner ready.” his dark words made your stomach turn and flip. Now you were definitely going to be sick.
“It’s settled then. We will see you at sundown.” Your mother bid goodbye tugging you away by your arm out of the church, not letting you go for a second. Knowing you’d just run off the first chance you got.
-
Night came quicker than you would have liked and no matter how hard to tried to slip away your mother made sure that one of your sisters was always with you, ready to shout if you tried to bail. What was this some type of house imprisonment? You didn’t want to go, that was more than clear. But your mother couldn’t care less and your father well it was ‘whatever mother says goes’. so you were alone in the more honest terms. Your brothers were too young to know any different, your sister who is only two years younger than you was a cutout of your mother. And your little sister was daddy's little girl. She didn’t care about anything but her daddy.
What a perfect family you seem to have. Everyone fitted in somewhere but you. You were the experiment. The first batch of cookies to come out of the oven that no one touches cause they were too burned or not fully cooked.
“Come on we are going to be late.” Your mother's voice rang through the house, your sister's eyes not leaving you. She had muttered something before heading for the door. You had told her you just needed to put on some garments before meeting her downstairs. She was hesitant for a moment thinking this was a plan to escape but you had said that there was no time now and what would be the point. Sensing your defeat she left you alone. Finally.
You pull on some pants under your dress, hating having to wear such feminine clothing. It wasn’t that you were against wearing dresses or lace or even frills. It was more that sometimes you wanted pants. Was that so bad? You sighed putting all the clothes your sister had pulled out for you to try on, on the end of your bed. That was later you’s problem. You noticed your book laying on your pillow making you swear under your breath. Tucking it back under the sheets you wonder if your sister saw it. You hopped not, if she saw what you wrote or worse what you drew, she’d be telling the church to burn you at the stake.
You ran down the stairs quickly, not wanting to waste any more time, hoping that if you go over and get this night over with you can come back home and hide away in your room, wishing you were anywhere other than with this family.
-
This night seemed okay as far as talking about our lord and saviour over supper was. Mary was busy finishing up the final dish, letting Lucas and your parents laugh over a blessed bottle of wine. They had sent you and Lucas away to, get to know one another and Lucas had to perfect idea to show you his barn. A place where ‘he could be himself’. God, everything he says annoys you. Climbing the old rusty ladder, you stand in an empty hay loft. Your gut felt strange, like your body was warning you of something but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. Until you felt a hand grip your shoulder softly but tight enough to make you freeze.
His breath was so close, pooling on your neck. fingers were ghosting along your corset strings making tears build in your eyes. Even though he was a little boy in your mind. He was much bigger than you and he could easily take advantage of you if you didn’t play your cards right. So you had to act. “And what might we get up to here hmm…”
His chuckle sickened you. “Well, we have some time before mother calls. So I thought we get to know each other. Just like our families wanted.” he pulled away, making a grunting sound behind you. You turned slowly to see he was sitting on a blanket that had been laid out on some hay. Was this disgusting excuse of a man really thinking he could charm you into sleeping with him? God, his ego was bigger than you thought. You giggled, waltzing around the small room pretending to think but in truth, you were looking for an exit. You could go down the ladder but he’d probably grab you before getting that low. Maybe over the side onto the beams. He won't be able to get to you then. But then you’d be trapped until you eventually have to climb back over. And you know he’s the type to wait you out.
A window. Probably leads onto the roof. Not practical but if you recall you did see a bunch of hay bails just outside so if you jump you’d be able to land on them. And a broken ankle or wrist was better than….”Where is your mind wondering, baby? Do I scare you?”
Your head snaps back to him, giving him a small smile. “Oh, no…no…” You step closer, looking him deep in his eyes. “you don’t scare me…baby…” You stood right above his laying figure, his legs spread, enough for you to place a foot in between them. A grim smirk painted his unpleasant features. he went to sit up and you used this as your now or never, kicking him right in the balls without another thought. His groan was loud, knowing if it weren't for how far you were from the house. Everyone would have heard.
“You little bitch!” You ran for the window, crawling out as quickly as you could. The top of your dress got caught on a nail ripping the fabric. But you didn’t waste any time to cry about broken material, looking for the hay bails. It wasn’t as high of a jump as you thought, sliding down the straw, making some of it get caught in your dress. You could hear Lucas groaning in the distance as you started to run. Run fast and run far.
You needed to go home. Quickest route is through the forestry back towards the centre of the village before turning off from the church. Jump Mr Smith's fence and climb the vines into your room. Simple enough. But it's dark, a little too dark and all you could hear was your heartbeat in your ears and rabid footsteps in the distance. The forest was thick. Trees tightly snug together. You almost tripped several times over branches and roots. Your heart was racing now, panting as your mind was becoming hazy. Need to get home. Need to get home.
“Ohhhh Little Dove, where are you.” Lucas’s deep sinister voice echoed through the dark forest. He was too close, you needed to stop. Hide. Maybe he’d go past you or head back. “Come out, baby. We were just having some fun.”
Quiet. Be silent. don’t move. Not a mucsle.
He called your name this time your real one making you gulp. His voice was maybe two or three trees away from where you stood. A twig snaps and you feel tears in the corners of your eyes. He was so close it was like you could still feel his breath. “Come on princess...” His hand wrapped the tree you were standing against and everything stopped. You closed your eyes thinking for a moment, trying to play thousands of scenarios of how you could get away. But nothing would work. He caught you. He danced the bend, slipping right into your view. Before you could run his hand gripped your throat making you freeze. “Don’t worry baby. I don’t bite.”
His words were short... sinister, like he had achieved his ultimate goal of capturing his prey. Your eyes widened going to spit back a comment but your words caught in your throat as you saw a figure suddenly appear behind Lucas. Tall, dark. Red eyes glowing through the night. Everything happened so quickly, the beast grasped Lucas the same way he had you, pulling him back with fright. “But I do…”
The creature's fangs pierced the disgusting man's neck making him scream out a noise that would make your blood curdle. His grip dropped from you, trying to scratch and fight off the larger figure. You took this moment to run, not even caring if the creature was going to kill him or not. All you knew was you needed to run. But you couldn’t run home anymore. There’s blood on your hands literally, Lucas’s blood splattered on you. If this wasn’t a perfect situation the priest was looking for to burn you at the stake you don’t know what is. “Hey, this way.”
You physically jump hearing a high-pitched voice cooe at you through the wind. It was a hooded figure, and normally you would of not gone with a stranger but in this case it seemed fair. You followed the person who seemed to be always a few steps ahead of you at all times no matter how hard you tried to catch up. It was only then, when you stopped focusing on the person to look around you noticed they were leading you to the castle grounds. Where myth reads vampires inhabit. That must have been what got Lucas.
A blood sucking vampire.
You stopped in your tracks not knowing to go back or forward. It’s not like vampires scared you per se. It was just. You were human and they are beasts. They would certainly eat you before you could plead your case. But one of them saved you right? That’s what it was doing? Not just finding two humans and deciding to have a late-night snack right….
“Hey over here.” The figure called for you again but when you looked up everything suddenly went black.
-
Your head was ringing. Heartbeat thumping slowly in your ears. Black splotches clouded your vision as you tried to look around. You were in a room. A Billiard room, to be exact. You have never seen a room of such a size. The bottom of your house most definitely fitting in this room alone. The leather under your fingers felt expensive, seeing the brown with bubbled texture. It was lavish, elegant—
"Beautiful, isn't it." A smooth voice swayed your attention, having caught you admiring the fine fabrics of the furniture. Your eyes locked with deep crimson ones. He was like nothing you've ever seen before. He was stunning, tall, and broad. You had to gulp at the sheer beauty of the man. But you knew he wasn't just a man. From his eyes, you knew he was a beast, a night crawler.
"Are you going to respond? Or are you more of a staring type?" Another voice scared you slightly. Looking to your left, you see another man, but he was sitting on the couch next to you. His black undercut fitted his features perfectly. He kind of sounded like the hooded figure that was helping you get away before...
"Definitely the quiet, staring type." A cheeky tone to your right. He was leaning on the pool table, his Cheshire cat grin painting his features smugly.
So there's three of them that live here?
"Now now, Woo, San. She's probably just scared." A shorter but beefier male suddenly stood next to the first one that spoke. He wasn't even looking at you, mostly paying attention to the two he called Woo and San. You were now sitting straight up, moving your gaze from each of them. As they were all in their own worlds arguing about why you might not be talking.
"You're bleeding, Tiny?" A voice growled behind you, startling you. You turned to see two very big men standing behind the couch. "When did you cut yourself?" He dragged his two fingers through your wound, making you hiss, pulling away from him.
He put one of his fingers in his mouth, closing his eyes as if he were savouring the taste. Once he was done, he placed his other bloody finger in the male next to him, mouth. The other man groaned his eyes, glowing a harsher red as he stared you down. "You taste delicious, Sugar."
You went to stand, trying to get away from them, but your legs gave out, making you fall forward in front of the high-pitched boy who still sat on the other couch. "Be careful, Dollface. Don’t want ya gettin hurt."
"Okay, let's give her some space. Wooyoung, take San down to the kitchens and see if dinner is ready yet. Mingi and Yunho can go set the table." The one that stood at the door, the first man directed all the men with ease. They will followed without another word, heading for the door. "And for the love of Lillith, Jongho, can you please find your lover and Hongjoong. I think they were still cleaning up from..." He looked at you briefly. "Dealing with that disgusting human."
You knew he was talking about Lucas, and that meant this Lover boy or Hongjoong had been the one you saw ripping through Lucas's neck. They all left soon after, leaving you alone with the dominant man. You managed to sit back on the couch, but you wanted, needed to stand. So you tried your luck again, and your knees buckled, making you slip forward, but instead of making an impact with the ground, two large arms were wrapped around your waist. Your hands gripped the creature's biceps, feeling his muscles taught and tense. "You do need to be careful, Darling."
Unlike Lucas's or any man, you've ever met really. These creatures don't seem to set off any of your alarms. You didn’t know if that was a bad thing or not, but you chose to brush it off, ‘cause in the end, you had never felt such kindness from anyone in the village. You were out-casted, unloved. You might as well be the witch they all wanted you to be. The kind smile that painted his features made your heart skip. He was indeed handsome. You finally spoke up saying who you were and the man looked at you with surprise before laughing. “Oh, I’m sorry. My name is Seonghwa. It’s nice to meet you…”
Your name rolled off his tongue so beautifully. No one had ever used it to address you before. It was almost strange, foreign even. “Honestly you could call me anything. I was never called that name sadly.”
Seonghwa hummed in response, still holding tight on you. In truth, he knows much more about you than he leads on. When he and the others go on hunts he had found you a year ago. Ironically you were having your nineteenth birthday. On your own of course. He remembers the way you spoke to yourself, wishing yourself a happy birthday while you drew in your book. Your feet were in the cool water of the watering hole in the forestry just outside the village. You went there almost every second day. And so did he.
There was something about you that caught his eye. Caught all of the boy's eyes. You were special but none of them could put their finger on it. So of course when they found you running for your life from a disgusting man. They couldn’t stand by and let anything happen to their precious little human.
-
Dinner was quick as you just sat there and ate in silence. The others were loud though, making it seem almost normal. Like everything that was happening was something you all were used to already. Seonghwa had told you about all the boys and what all their names were. It took you a moment to put names to faces but once you got it. It was easy. Seonghwa never left your side. Making sure you were safe and comfortable. You appreciated it, understanding it must have been weird to have a human walking around. But you quickly learnt that all the maids and butlers were human. They got paid and some even lived on the estate.
Everything the village said about vampires and creatures in general was so wrong. And secretly you always wanted it to be wrong. So you were glad they weren't purely just bloodsucking beasts. But every now and then that face you saw popped into your head. You still didn’t know which one killed Lucas. And on top of it, this Hongjoong and Yeosang—Seonghwa had told you his name—were nowhere to be found.
“Okay well, sun will be up soon. Let’s get ready for bed.” Seonghwa again spoke up, dying down the chatter. It was like he took on a motherly role in the house. It was cute.
“Come Sugarcube. Yunho and I will show you to your room.” The one named Mingi flashed you a smile making you smile in response. Bidding Seonghwa goodnight or would It be morning now? Mental note to look out for a clock. The halls were lavish and carpeted, matching all the rooms you’ve seen thus far. Everything was perfect, vintage and beautiful. Yunho and Mingi had caught onto your mind wandering and had stopped for a moment, seeing how far you’d walk without them near you. You were very cute to them. Like a clueless bunny, with wide innocent eyes.
“Hey, Tiny. Your room is over here.” Yunho’s far voice snapped you out of your thoughts making you turn around to see both large men. Their arms crossed, with big grins. Your face was redder than a tomato in seconds making them both groan at how you waddle back quickly. Cute. Too cute. “This is where you’ll be saying. We’ll try and get some of your personal things tomorrow.”
“Yeah, Hongjoong had said something about grabbing some stuff while your family are out tomorrow.” Mingi rubbed the back of his neck as you slipped past both men to look into the huge spacious room. Only hours ago you were about to be married off to some pig and live on his farm until your death to now staying with not one but eight vampires.
And what was worse. You couldn’t go back. Not that you’d want to that is. But still, all your life you’ve known one thing and now… “You okay Tiny? Not the style you like? We have like ten other rooms if you want to-No it’s okay it’s just…” You cut Yunho off before taking a seat on the olive green and black silk sheets that lay on the large king bed.
“Did…Did Lucas die?” You don’t understand why you were asking about that pig but you needed to know. You needed to know would your parents found his mangled body and thought the beast that did that also killed you. Or would they think you did it? Yunho sat on his knees in front of you, placing his large hands on your thighs in a comforting manner. His smile was soft and his fingers grazing on your exposed skin was gentle.
“No. Yeosang left him alive. But he won't be wanting to live with the way he looks now.” You don’t know if Yunho’s words made you feel better or worse.
“Hongjoong helped him drag him back to that barn. His parents found him and they are looking for you at the moment.” Mingi revealed, knowing you’ll just keep asking questions so there was no reason to hide anything from you.
“Do my parents think I’m dead?” Deep down you knew they’d be happy either way. Dead, alive. Murderer or innocent. Your family would plead their sob story about the monster you were regardless of the truth.
“No…Lucas told them you ran. They think you were a part of it. Luring him out there for your vampire lover to have a meal.” Yunho felt disgusted with himself for repeating what Hongjoong had told them your parents said. But what else should they do?
“Vampire lover….hmm.” You smiled, starting to laugh. That’s what they probably thought you were sneaking off to at random hours of the day or night. Both of the men looked at one another with confusion, letting Mingi sit down next to you.
“Something funny with that Sugarcube?” Mingi’s voice was so deep, velvety. It made your core tingle and heart race. You looked up at him with tears in your eyes, but still giving him a smile.
“My mother has wanted nothing but to pin some devilish thing on me and now she gets it. Something that said I did not serve the lord. Argh…” Tears ran down your cheeks “Fuck the lord. Why should I have to care what an old man did for humanity?! I just wanted to paint. Find adventure. Not marry and be a baby maker for some lowlife pig.” All your pent-up anger. All your disappointment. Every single thing you wished to say to your mother was pouring out, in front of two vampires you had only met hours ago now. It felt like a weight being pushed off your chest and you were no longer drowning. Mingi’s hand rubbed circles on your lower back making you fall into his embrace, letting him hold you while Yunho straightened up so he could hold you as well. They were beasts that could drain you in seconds yet they held you like they’ve known you for years. They listened as if they cared. They spoke as if you were the most important person in the world. why?
“There, there baby. It’s okay. You’re free now. You can do anything you want.” Yunho’s voice was quiet almost barely above a whisper. But still still heard him. You pulled away letting them still hold you but you could wipe your face. You can do anything? No one has ever said that to you.
“Well...I guess since this my first time of freedom…” You had both the vampire's attention now with your words. “I want a bath. One with lots of bubbles.” You’ve never had such a thing in your life only settling for quick showers or sharing bathing pools with your siblings. Not something lavish. Mingi laughed a deep hearty laugh. As if you couldn't get any more cute, there you went.
“I think that’s a perfect idea Sugar. We’ll get one of the maids to fix one up for you. And…” He placed his hands on either shoulder pushing you towards Yunho. Your face inches from him. Mingi inspected the wound of your shoulder blade noticing it was already closing but blood was still pooling out of it slowly. “Get this wound cleaned up…”
His tongue licked a strip upwards, following the wound. You hiccuped feeling a slight sting from him. Yunho however distracted you by giving you a kiss. Your eyes were wide and confused. He… he was kissing you. His soft lips moved slowly against yours. His tongue dipped around your bottom lip, testing the waters. Perfectly distracting you from Mingi cleaning your cut with his mouth. Your blood tasted unlike anything he had ever tasted before.
“You taste amazing… fuck.” Mingi mumbled against you while Yunho’s tongue slipped into your mouth as you groaned. Your mind was spinning like crazy, your hand finding place on Yunho biceps, digging your nails in his cold flesh.
“Y…Yuyu..” You tried to speak, finally making both men pull away, leaving you to gasp for air.
“Sorry tiny. Your lips were just too kissable not to.” Yunho chuckled licking his lips of the saliva you left behind on them. Your heart was pounding, feeling such excitement but also a tinge of fear…
“Tha… that was my first kiss..” You felt embarrassed to say so but you felt compelled to tell them. Which made both of them growl. Mingi’s fingers wrapped in your tattered dress hem while Yunho rubbed his hand over his face.
“Fuck. I was your first kiss baby?” Yunho felt so proud of himself.
“Damn Yunho the others aren't gonna be happy when they find out,” Mingi spoke as if you were no longer there.
“Wait why would the others care?” You suddenly felt small, seeing hunger in both their eyes. You had no idea what these men were planning, nor what they all wanted from you. It frightened you. But not as much as it excited you.
-
The bath was filled with bubbles, vanilla scent soap and soft music from a vinyl. You could have stayed in there for hours but when one of the maids came in to help you dress your wound you knew it was time to get out. The nice maid named Minnie had brought you some sleepwear, soft silk sleep shorts and a singlet. You have never felt such soft fabric before always getting hand-me-downs or second/third hand clothing.
“You look cute.” A gentle voice echoed from the door of your room. You hummed, blush burning your cheeks. Turning you see Seonghwa leaning against the door frame, bottom lip between his teeth as he eyed you, not even trying to hide that he was checking you out.
“Thanks…” You played with your fingers, standing there awkwardly as you watched Seonghwa close the door, slowly moving towards you. Like he was stalking you. No doubt Yunho and Mingi had run off bragging what they had done when you were busy bathing. God, if this was going to become a new normal you were going to develop a headache from your head spinning.
“I wanted to check on you.” For every step he took, you took one back, like a little dance until your back was firmly against the wall and his body almost flushed against you. “I heard Min and Yun had some fun with you.”
“I-..Yunho kissed me…Mingi he uh…” You felt so flustered, fanatically looking around the room feeling embarrassed about spilling what you had done even though you knew the two giants would have told everyone by now. He put his fingers on your chin, running his thumb along your bottom lip, pulling on it slightly.
“I was kinda hoping to be the first to taste you. But then again, none of the boys tend to listen.” His eyes were hooded, looking at you with such hunger. He could feel your heart race against the pad of his thumb. He can hear your blood pumping quicker than normal. And your eyes never left his. His face inched closer, and then some. Seeing just how close he could get to you before you’d pull away but you didn’t, not even flinch. “Have you done anything like this before?”
You shook your head no slightly. “Have you ever touched yourself, Bunny?” his question made your face become redder. This was filthy, dirty, something you were supposed to be sworn away. And man did defying god feel intoxicating. You whispered no, making him close his eyes with a sigh for a moment. So innocent, so cute… So his to taint. “Do you want me to touch you, Bunny?”
“Yes…” You whisper… He tucked a piece of damp hair behind your ear making you shiver as his fingers grazed your skin. His cold tips slide along your cheek, down to your neck, before pushing gently on your man artery feeling your hot blood pump under his digits.
“I could drain you dry right now. Or fuck you full? Maybe both? Hmm?” His lips brushed against yours but not enough to seal his lips on yours. No, he wanted you to do it, he needed you to do the first move. So he knows you do in fact want it. And you gave him exactly what he wanted, leaning up to lock your lips to his. His one hand cupped your face to deepen the kiss while his other, snaked down to play with the hem of your shorts. Your legs spread instinctively, giving him access to do whatever he pleases. His wet tongue danced with you making you feel all kinds of filthy.
You had almost gotten a man killed, ran away from home. Most likely been shunned for life from your village and on top of that kissed two men that both happened to be undead creatures you only just met, while another drank from one of your open wounds. If was indeed sins, you might as well be sent down to Lillith herself on a golden platter.
“Come on Bunny, let’s get you comfortable.” He pulled away picking you up by your thighs before walking over to your bed and laying you down on the plump mattress. His lips trail down your cheeks, then your jaw until he stops at your neck for a moment rubbing his nose along your jugular. “God I can smell your blood through your soft skin.” he sighs, drawing his fangs out.
“H-Hwa p-please…” You bucked your hips against his hardening length, spreading your legs further so he could get closer if that was possible. He chuckled, darkly. Fang pressing just hard enough to pierce your skin a little bit so a few drops of blood would spill out. He licked your blood up, trying not to get any on the bed sheets. Your whimpers were music to his ears, and your taste was heavenly. Now he’s wondering how else you taste in other places. “Fuuckk.”
The feeling of his fangs and the was his fingers play with your short made your head cloudy. His hand slipped into your shorts cupping your core making you suddenly aware what was happening. His mouth finally left your neck, kissing down the exposed parts of your chest. He was worshiping every part of your body sending your skin on fire. “Such a pretty bunny. I can feel heat pooling out of you. Do you find my devilish charms that intoxicating bunny?”
You squirmed, needed more. His index finger slide along your slit making your mouth open into an ‘o’ shape. Your eyes shut tightly, finally feeling some kind of relief that you were searching for. The pleasure was new, and strange, making you feel like you were in a whole another world. Seonghwa kept whispering sweet nothings to you as he slowly pushes a finger inside your drenched cunt. It was steady at first until he found a rhythm, inching yet another finger inside making your brows knot together. His name fell from your lips on repeat like some kind of broken vinyl, he knew he could get you close to your high without much effort given you have never felt such a feeling before. And with only a few more moments you were clenching around his digits, coming underdone while he stared at you intensely, watching every one of your features move and contort in the pure ecstasy he was gifting you. “Did that feel good baby? I can make you feel even better, all you got to do is say yes.”
“Yes, please Seonghwa. Please. Make me feel like that again. I wanna feel good.” You don’t know why your mouth started spilling such filth but you couldn’t care, not when you were so close to feeling a pleasure you have only wondered about in those lewd novels Miss Smith had down the path. She had let you borrow one and it had changed your life forever. Seonghwa got to work, pulling your shirt off above your head and tugging down the rest until it slipped off your ankles in one swoop of his wrists. You were completely bare for him. He could see all the sun-kissed spots. All the scars, and beauty marks. He could see the bruises of a handprint on your collarbone and other smaller ones littering your legs and arms.
Pathetic human. Digusting pig.
Fuck, does he wish that Yeosang and Hongjoong hadn’t kept him alive now. But then again giving him a swift death would have been too merciful. No, Seonghwa would want to keep Lucas in a cell, locked away for weeks. No food, barely any water. Watching him starve. Watch him beg for death. But Seonghwa would never give it to him. Lucas would welter away in the dungeon, cold, scared, and alone. Just as you felt when you were being chased by him. Just as you felt when he had put his hands on you. Seonghwa would make him pay.
“H-Hwa…” You sat on your elbows having seen the vampire's mind wander. Was he okay? Was he second-guessing his actions? Seonghwa was quick to disregard any of your fears as he shed himself off his shirt, before sliding off the bed to pull his pants down. They dropped to the floor with an audible ‘oof’. You didn't mean for your eyes to immediately gaze down at his fully grown erection but its angry red tip had caught your attention. Seonghwa didn’t mind one bit though, he admired your body in the meantime, letting you get a good look at him while he did the same to you. “That can’t fit inside me….”
Seonghwa laughed, physically laughed at your abrupt statement. “Oh don’t worry. It will.” he yanked one of your legs making you gasp. He stood tall at the end of your bed, letting you wrap your legs around his waist. He rubbed the tip of his cock along your slit, gathering up some of your cum to use as lubricant. The whole time his eyes never left yours. He wanted to see the pleasure pooling in your eyes when he entered you inch by inch. And as you bit your bottom lip, you tried your damned hardest to keep your gaze open. “That’s it, baby. Breath…”
The stretch was painful, to say the least. Even though Seonghwa had used his fingers on you, it still wasn’t enough to fully prep you for his girth. He rubbed circles in your hips, trying to settle the pain as much as he could, noticing your fingers had entangled in the silk sheets, with your knuckles turning lightly white.
“Ffuckk, hngmm Seong.” you mumbled, finally feeling him enter you fully, his groin flush against you. He stayed still for a moment, letting you catch your breath but man was it hard. The way you clamped around him, sucked him in for more. It made him want nothing more than to pound the living shit out of you. But patience. He needed patience. And luckily out of all the boys, he owned the most patience.
“Can I move Darling?” His words were a stutter, laying with groans and sighs. You nodded your head before responding with a quick and quiet ‘please’ letting him draw his cock until only the tip was inside you then smashing back in, knocking the wind out of you. You could no longer hold yourself up, falling onto your back. Seonghwa watched as your breasts bounced in time with his thrusts and how your thighs were clamped snugly around him. You felt amazing, looked eternal. And you were finally his.
He dreamed about what your cunt might feel like wrapped around his cock. Or how might your blood taste when you are in the middle of being fucked. Firty thoughts had always seemed to riddle his mind whenever he saw you and now he could finally get the answers. But one thing is for sure. He has no idea how he is possibly going to share you with the others. When he is going to be craving you permanently.
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What's Your Favourite Scary Movie?
Summary: What's a better way to watch horror movies than placing a bet on who will jump first?
Pairing: Christian Pulisic x Fem!Reader
Requested: for @thoseboysinblue
Song Inspo: Black Butterflies and Déjà Vu - The Maine
Warnings: 18+, minors dni, smut, moments of fluff, best friends to lovers, mentions of the reader needing to wear glasses, soft dom!christian but also hints of sub!christian, sub!reader, dirty talk, pet names (baby, princess, good girl...), praise kink, body appreciation, nipple play, grinding, oral (female & male receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, spoilers for paranormal activity and talk to me, not edited
Notes: happy halloween whores 🫶🏻 this is a very long one that has taken way too long to write and i apologise that it is being posted later than i normally would post a fic. this idea has changed so much since it was first shared by my lovely mutual/friend. i hope you like it. feedback is always appreciated, especially for a fic as long as this
"Gossip Girl? Again?"
"Stop judging my watch list," Christian huffs, resting his arm on the back of his sofa.
There's a pattern of rom-coms and TV series he had already watched in their entirety, with a sprinkle of recommendations from yourself in there. You fought back a smile knowing he took your recommendations seriously. "Give me your right hand," you request, setting the remote on your lap. He raises his eyebrow but doesn't question it. "Just as I thought," you mumble, nodding your head as you gaze down at his hand, inspecting his palm and scanning the long length of his fingers, "you need to stop abusing this hand and get yourself a girlfriend."
"Oh-" He rips his hand back with a sigh, rolling his eyes. "My dry spell isn't as bad as yours," he makes a good point, welcoming the vanilla and sweet citrus scent that hangs around you as you shuffle closer. Your leg brushes against his and a small smile pinches on the corners of his lips, little butterflies fluttering their wings in the deepest part of his stomach. "When was the last you got laid?"
"Hopefully, this week." You go back to scanning his Netflix account, missing the bridge of his nose turning pink. "Italy is full of gorgeous men," you hum, wrapping your arm around your tummy, caging it underneath as you lean forward.
"Just put your glasses on," he sighs, watching you squint your eyes, "you're making your eyes worse doing that."
You glance over your shoulder. "When did you suddenly change your career?"
He doesn't appreciate your smart mouth, getting up off the sofa in search of them. "It's called being a caring friend," he mumbles, taking one last look at you bent over and leaning forward, before slipping out of his living room.
He hears you call out to him, something about them being in his guest room, but he's already one step ahead of you, opening the bedroom door and taking a step inside. "Don't you mean your room?" He calls back, treading over a pair of heels you had complained about wearing.
Another smile, an even bigger smile, appears as he thinks about last night. Blood stirred and heated his cheeks as he thought about the simple yet beautiful way your dress hugged your body. His skin tingled remember the smell of vanilla and how it clung to every inch of your skin, so much that it made him dizzy. And he swallows a hard breath as he recalls being at the foot of the bed, his thumbs stroking over your soft skin, before unfastening the straps and helping you out of your heels.
"Ha! Nice one!" Your voice cuts him out of the memory.
"It can still be yours!"
You were a freelance animator, recently coming off the success of a short film for some company in London that Christian couldn't remember the name of. It was a dark piece, playing heavily on the tropes of loneliness and trying to find a sense of belonging, told through the POV of a colourless character in a world full of bright colours. Definitely not for children, Christian realised the first time he watched it, wiping away a tear as the credits rolled, a beaming smile on his face as your name flashed on the screen.
It won the company an award, and added a little more attention to your name, making it easier to do the whole "freelance" part of your job description.
It was that part of your job description that Christian used in favour of you moving in with him. Back in London, you were living four streets away from him, and there wasn't a day he didn't go without seeing you. He missed that. Italy was lonely without you.
Everywhere was lonely without you.
Your glasses are sitting on top of your open sketchbook, partially lost under covers, and Christian clears away a cushion, neatly placing it against the pillows. A hedgehog wearing a mask of sorts has been sketched onto the page, with an owl wearing clown makeup sketched on another area of the page, a knife dripping with blood held in its beak. Cute little woodland animals made to look like something from a horror movie. He didn't know if he should be impressed by your talent or shudder from his own dislike of horror movies.
Both, he had decided, grabbing your glasses and leaving the room.
"No."
"What?" Your arm hovers in the air, your hand wrapped around the TV remote, with the 'Horror' section of his Netflix up on the screen. "What's the matter?" You ask, with a coy smile, knowing exactly what his grievance was. If there was one rule for any impromptu movie night, it was no horror movies allowed.
Christian's rule, of course.
You, on the other hand, loved horror movies. The blood. The gore. The old classic slashers. Movies with a budget so low they either become cult classics or a painful ninety minutes. You loved it all. You loved the suspense and the anticipation of waiting for the next jumpscare. The adrenaline that pumped through your veins every time that it happened. It left you feeling more alive than ever.
"We are not, and I can't stress this enough, watching a horror movie."
"I'm not wearing them," you distract him enough to keep flicking through the catalogue. Saw. Don't Breathe. Last Night In Soho. Halloween. You flicked over each one of them, hoping at least one of them would spike your interest. "I hate them," you mumble, ducking and turning your head away from him. He grumbles something about you being stubborn under his breath, his body partially leaning over you as he places his knee on the edge of his sofa. "I don't- Ow!" You gasp, mouth hanging open and head turned up to look at him. "You just poked me in the eye-"
"Because you wouldn't stop moving!"
You readjust your glasses, your head still turned upwards, eyes squinting up at him. "God, is that what you really look like?" He doesn't appreciate your joke, rolling his eyes as you lower your glasses. "Seriously? I should've worn these things the night we met," you continue, adding a second act, "might have thought twice about falling into bed with you."
A deep blush sets on his cheeks, reaching his ears as partial moments of that night come to the forefront of his mind. Hands tracing soft skin. Mouths coming together in feverish exchanges. Him stumbling over his words the next morning, unable to bring himself to ask you if you wanted to get breakfast, settling on remaining as "just friends."
His teammates had even joked that he had fucked his way into the friend zone.
"Give me the remote," he stretches out his hand. You pull your hand into your body, restricting his access to the remote. "You know we have one rule for a movie night: no horror movies."
"Oh, come on," you tease, biting the tip of your tongue, the corners of your mouth turning upwards into a smile, "it's not my fault you're a big scaredy cat."
He rolls his eyes, despite liking the mischievous glint you got in your eyes every time you saw an opportunity to tease him.
"I think I might have to start telling people your tiger tattoo is just a botched job of a sweet, little Tabby, because a real tiger definitely wouldn't shit themselves at the likes of Scary Movie." You point the remote back at the TV, flicking through a subsection of the horror genre until one of them seemed the right fit for tonight's festivities. "It's not even a horror movie. It's a parody!"
"First of all," he reaches back, grabbing a few pieces of popcorn, "I didn't shit myself." He tosses the pieces of popcorn in your direction, the sweet pieces of confection bouncing off your shoulder and your cheek. You pick it up, the tips of your fingers feeling sticky from just one touch, and throw it back at him. He bats it away from him, and you stick your tongue out at him. "It was you who kept purposely making me jump by jabbing your finger into my side."
"I always find it funny how you and I recall events so differently," you mumble, clicking the down button and flicking onto the paranormal section.
"Okay," he talks over you, reaching forward for one of the two beers sitting on his coffee table, "just stick a movie on." He pops the cap off the bottle with a low grunt, flipping it onto the coffee table. It bounces twice, hits the edge of the centrepiece, a decorative glass bowl his parents gave him as a moving away/house warming present, and flips onto the floor. "And just don't pick a super scary one," he mumbles, taking a sip, "I actually want to sleep tonight."
"Scared you're gonna get nightmares?"
"I don't get nightmares."
"No, of course you don't," you shake your head, "you're Mr Captain America! How could you let yourself get scared over something that's not even real?" He rolls his eyes, giving you a soft shove to the side with his elbow. You pluck the brown stained bottle from his hand, noticing the not so subtle way he was watching your lips as you take a sip. "Do I have something on my face?" You ask, the bridge of his nose blushing red. He turns his head away from you, mumbling something under his breath but you didn't catch it. "Sorry?" It was like poking a sleeping bear. "What did you say?"
"Come on," he mumbles, motioning his hand in the direction of his TV.
"Don't rush me," you hiss, catching your tongue between your teeth, the tip poking out from between your lips. It amused him greatly how serious you took picking the movies for movie night, but it was just one of those 'little things' that he loved about you. "You wouldn't want to be rushed whilst taking a penalty, or something."
He pulls a face. "I don't see how those two equate to being the same thing."
"I-Shut up."
You settle on an old favourite: Paranormal Activity.
It was scary enough that you knew Christian would jump a few times, but not scary enough to have him crawling into your bed in the middle of the night. A single creak could be a footstep. Pipes cooling down could be a ghost groaning. Silly tricks of his mind and all enough to scare him into your bed, with his tail tucked between his legs like a scared puppy. If you wanted that, maybe you would've picked something like The Ring or The Blair Witch Project.
"Shouldn't be too scary for you," you tease him, grinning over your shoulder.
———————
"You don't use-" Christian lifts his head from the cushion, his mouth turned down into a frown, his focus turned away from his television and now on you. You had moved to the end of his sofa, moving to give him space to stretch out, with your knees pulled up to your chest, toes wiggling as they sat over the edge. "Are you going to sit there the whole time?" He quizzes, meeting your eyes as you turned to look at him.
"Yes?" You pan down to his body stretched out on the sofa. One knee was pointed to the ceiling, his other leg stretching the length, with his foot tapping against you. It wasn't deliberate, almost like he was still checking to see if you were still there. "Where else am I meant to sit?" You fire back your own question. "For a little guy, you sure know how to take up a lot of room."
"We both know I'm not little," he replies nonchalantly.
"I don't know," you shrug, biting your bottom lip to stop yourself from smiling, "it didn't really leave a lasting impression." You giggle, his foot tapping against you deliberately this time. "But, seriously, where else am I meant to sit? On the floor?" You motion in front of you. "On you?"
He grins, teeth sinking into his bottom lip to hold back his thoughts, but you roll your eyes like you had read his mind. "Just lie with me," he mumbles, patting his hand against his chest.
"What, and crush you?"
It was now his turn to roll his eyes. "You're not going to crush me."
"I might."
"Do you see me?" He pans his hand down his body. "Do you see this? I can take my shirt off so you can better look-"
"Please don't."
He taps your leg again. "We both know you like me better when I have my shirt off," you avoid his eyes as he teases you like your eyes might deceive you and tell him he was right, "But, c'mon, I'm getting cold over here." He pouts, eyes looking rounder as he tries his best at 'puppy dog eyes.' He grabs at the air. "Please?!"
"You're actually the worst," you mumble, giving in to him, "the worst of the worst." Your bodies become a tangled mess, legs wedged between each other, his thigh half-straddled as you rest your head on his chest. His hand travels down your back, his fingers skimming along the band of skin exposed above your jeans. "Also, I call total bullshit on 'getting cold'," you add, unconsciously tucking your hand under his shirt. Your touch makes his skin tingle.
"Yeah?" He raises his eyebrows, looking down his nose. "Why's that?"
"Because you're perpetually warm."
Christian's attention flickers back and forth between you and the movie, pressing his fingers harder into your skin whenever Katie screams Micah's name, which you didn't mind, even though it would happen a lot. When he wasn't subtly trying to hide the jumping, he was glancing down at you, focusing on the steady and relaxed movement of your breathing. He would half-smile at the way you mumble your reactions under your breath, humming a simple "yes" or "okay" to acknowledge them.
He takes in a deep pull of your scent, closing his eyes as he lets the smell of honey and vanilla wash over him. Everything about you could make him dizzy. From your laugh to your smile. To the way you would always cut your sandwiches into four small squares because it made you think of the nostalgia of the school lunches your mum would make you. But nothing was like that honey and vanilla aroma that managed to stick to you like a second layer of skin.
"You better not be falling asleep, mister!" He grunts as you pinch his hip, his eyes snapping open at the sound of your voice. "I didn't lie down with you just so you could take a nap," you prop your chin against his chest.
"Then why did you?"
"Like I already said, you're always warm, and your apartment is freezing!"
Our apartment, he thinks to himself, knowing he'll bring the question up once more before you have to leave. "It's not cold," he says instead, tucking his free arm underneath his head, "and I wasn't falling asleep."
You raise your brows. "Yeah? Then what just happened?"
"He's just shown her the quija board and you just commented on them being stupid for using one." Your eyesbrows drop and the corners of his mouth twitch. "See," he gloats, giving the small of your back a soft pinch, "I wasn't falling asleep."
You chew your bottom lip. "I am right though, you should never use a quija board."
"No?"
"No!" You shake your head. "You don't know who you could be communicating with, or what you could be inviting in!" He smiles, making you squint your eyes and frown up at him. "What's that smile for?"
"You've thought about this before, haven't you?"
You turn your head down, mumbling your answer into his chest, using it to hide the embarrassment in your voice. Yes, you had thought about it. You had thought about it multiple times and every time you watched a movie where one would be used to contact the vengeful spirit haunting the unsuspecting couple, but it's the last thing you would admit it to Christian. It would just be another thing for him to tease you with.
"Sorry," he laughs, his whole chest shaking, "what was that?"
"I said I'm putting another movie on," you lie. He bites his tongue to stop the soft groan that nearly slips out when you straddle his waist, silently praying that his body can stay calm for all of two seconds. "This is getting boring," you stretch across and grab the remote, "I want something proper on."
He lets his hands travel down from your hips and onto your thighs, drumming his fingers against the dark denim. "This is something proper."
"Babe, this is two tropes away from being a parody!"
Babe. It makes his heart beat twice as fast. He clears his throat, doing his best attempt at dislodging the feeling from his chest. "There's not much left," he mumbles, lifting one hand away and following yours until it's out of his reach. He chuckles, the soft sound growing a little louder as you beam down at him with a triumphant smile. "Just leave this one on."
"Or," you press pause, silencing the screams, "we could have some fun."
"Fun?" His throat bops. "You and I have very definitions of what fun is." Your lips twitch. "And I don't like that smile."
"You shouldn't," you giggle, letting your weight sink further onto him, your core pressed firmly against his crotch. The not-so-subtle way his mouth parts on a slight groan makes your stomach flutter. For a second, you slip back into the memory of his hands grabbing at your hips and guiding them, as he threw his head back into his pillow, groaning your name which back then was foreign to his tongue. "Let's make a bet," you snap back to reality, "the first person to jump has to go down on the other person."
He mules it over for a second, a deep blush forming on his cheeks and spreading to his ears. "But what if neither of us jumps?" He asks, keeping his focus on something that isn't the movement of your hips as you shift above him.
"Then no gets to come today."
"You mean: you don't get to come today," he fires back, "you don't know what I was doing this morning."
"So, that's why I heard my name coming from your bathroom?" You throw him a wink. "Don't worry, I've basically nicknamed my vibrator CP." He rolls his eyes and mumbles a soft 'ha, ha' under his breath. If your current position wasn't already bad enough for him, then hearing about you using a vibrator on yourself was nearly tipping him over the edge. "So, do we have a deal?" You raise your eyesbrows.
He shrugs his shoulders. "Why not?" His tongue darts across his bottom lip, looking at you like you might be his last meal. "I've been looking for an excuse to eat your pussy again."
———————
Christian frowns. "I don't get it." You lift your head from the comfort of his shoulder, unable to hide a half-smile when you catch sight of the crease in his brow and the slight way his bottom lip would pout. Flashes of confusion fill his eyes. "She was the one sucking on his toes?"
"Yep."
"But she thought it was that...other thing?"
"Yep."
He sighs, running his hand down his face. "This is so confusing."
You prop your hand under your chin, using your free hand to poke his cheek. He bats your finger away, but the corners of his mouth twitch upwards. "You're very pretty," you mumble, bringing your finger back against his cheek, touching the constellation of freckles that reside on his face. They were his prettiest features, after his eyes of course. "How are you single?"
"Me?" He slides his hand down your back, bunching up the fabric as he reaches the small of your back. His touch is warm and it makes you shiver. "What about you?" He counters, tucking his head down. His nose brushed against your temple, and you could smell the faint smell of beer and toothpaste on his breath. "You're a lot prettier than me."
"I go on dates," you shrug, finger drifting down to his bottom lip. It was soft and light shade of pink. And very, very kissable.
"You do?" His body tenses and the jealousy he feels churns in the pit of his stomach. "Oh..."
You wish you could say that your dating life was a story of success and one that involved you finding true love but, unfortunately, that just wasn't the case. The apps were full of guys looking for a night of easy sex or carrying bouquets of red flags. And the dates you were set up with either talked only about themselves, were hung up on their exes, or talked about their mothers at an alarming rate.
Oh, and none of them were Christian.
"But clearly none of them have worked out for me," you sigh, removing your hand and settling your head back down on his shoulder. His body relaxes, pulling you firmly against him. "It doesn't matter though, I don't need them," you mumble, breathing in the smell of the cologne that stuck to his skin. After being apart from him, you had come to realise that it smelt like home. "I've got you."
"For now and always."
For now and always.
It was your thing, you could say, a promise that neither would be alone.
You first said after Christian suffered one of his first injuries whilst at Chelsea. His stubborn ass had ignored your messages after the injury occurred, a part of him, he supposed, didn't want you to see him like that, but your ass was just as equally stubborn as his and you didn't take his silence as a final answer. You were there for his recovery every step of the way, and for every disruption that came afterwards, repeating the words: 'for now and always.'
You sit up on your elbow. "Christian?" He hums but doesn't look at you. "Chris..."
"What's u-" You silence him, pressing your lips against his, moaning softly into his mouth when you feel him kiss back. "Uh," he pulls back, touching his hand to your face, his fingers softly stroking your jaw, "hi-uh, what?" He nervously laughs, the tips of his ears turning red. "W-W-What was that for?"
"I don't know." You shrug, touching your hand to your mouth. "I'm sorry."
His eyes widen. "What? No! Don't apologise for kissing me. I liked it."
"You did?"
"Should that even be a question?" He scoffs, smiling at you. His thumb brushes gently across your cheek, the softness of your skin shooting goosebumps up his arm. "Of course, I liked it. Why wouldn't I have liked it?" His gaze lingers on your mouth. "Come closer and kiss me again, please?"
"Well, since you asked so nicely..."
It's with a smile on both of your lips that you lean in and press your mouth to his. His lips are soft and willing, parting to welcome you as you run your tongue against his bottom lip. At every groan he made, you would whimper, and Christian would swallow each of the sweet little sounds. They were his to keep. They were his to remember when you left at the end of the week.
His hand grabs your thigh and pulls you to straddle him, rutting his hips up as you settle on him. "Feel that?" He grabs your ass, squeezing firmly as he pushes you down onto his bulge. You grind your hips against him, your movements slow and torturous. "That's it, baby," he bites his bottom lip, groaning your praise and grabbing your ass in both hands, "keep grinding like that for me - make us both feel good."
Your lips roam his jaw and neck, imprinting your whimpers into his skin. "I guess the bets off then?" Your laugh is sultry and yet still sweet.
"Bet or no bet, I would still love to eat your pussy," he purrs, flipping you onto your back, "can I take this off?" He fingers toy with the hem of your shirt.
"Only if you're taking yours off."
You prop yourself up onto your elbows, watching him sit back on his knees. He grabs the back of his collar and removes his T-shirt with one sharp tug. "Beautiful," you whisper, letting your hands roam freely over his chest. They start at the waistband of his jeans, your fingers stroking over the soft trail of hair, before travelling over his naval and feeling every muscle.
Christian was right; you did like him better with no shirt on.
Your eyes pan back down to the bulge in his jeans. "Can I taste you?" You ask, looking back up at him as his hand nestles firmly on the base of your skull.
"Go ahead," he nods, with excitement in his voice, "take it out."
Your eyes shimmer with anticipation as you take a better look at the tent in his boxers, his jeans pulled low enough down. Peeling back the waistband, his cock springs free, slapping hard and heavy against his stomach. He was big, bigger than you had remembered, and your face grows hotter as you try to think of a way to fit him all into your mouth.
"It'll fit," Christian says like he could read your mind, "trust me." He wraps his hand around the base, pushing the tip gently against your mouth. "Give it a kiss." You pucker your lips and lay a soft one against the crown of his cock, tasting the pre-cum as you pull away and lick your lips. "Now open your mouth," he instructs, gliding it against your wet tongue, "already being such a good girl for me."
You swirl your tongue over the head, smacking your lips as you pull off him. "Definitely the prettiest dick I've ever had the pleasure of sucking," you tell him, replacing his hand around the base.
"Sucked many dicks?" His face quickly drops. "Don't answer that."
You run your tongue against the underside of his shaft. "Not in a long time," you answer anyway, giggling as he scowls.
You wrap your lips once more around his cock, focusing on the tip, sucking it lazily in and out of your mouth, as your hand worked the base. "Fuck, that feels good," he pants, hanging his head back, exposing the column of his neck and the beard that scattered the underside of his jaw to you. "But I'm gonna have to make you stop."
"What?" You pull off him, a string of spit still connecting you. "Why?"
"Because it's been way too long, longer than I would like to admit since I was last with someone, and if you keep sucking me off like that, this is going to end quicker than it started."
You wipe your mouth. "Oh."
"Yeah," he blushes, tucking himself back into his boxers. He tugs his jeans up but leaves them unbuttoned. "Now," he clears his throat, "wanna help me take your clothes off?"
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"Fucking gorgeous!" Christian touch sears your skin, burning his prints into you as he grips your thighs. You pinned to his mattress, with nowhere to go, looking down at a pair of hungry eyes. His tongue splits your folds and draws a line between your entrance and your clit. "This pussy has been a part of my dreams for years," he confesses, turning his head, kissing the inside of your thigh, "god, I think about it-think about you when I'm touching myself."
Your lips part on a silent breath. "You do?"
"Every time, baby." He blows hot hair against your clit, grinning as your squirm. "Every. Single. Damn. Time."
"Good," you giggle, cupping your breast and tweaking your nipple, "because I wasn't lying about nicknaming my vibrator CP."
His cock strains in his jeans at your words. "Don't say that," he growls, rutting his hips into the mattress, "not unless you want to be cleaning the cum off my cock."
You prop yourself up, looking down at him between your thighs. "Sounds tasty," you throw back, licking your lips.
His lips twitch. "Speaking of tasty..." He drags his tongue back and forth along your slit, groaning as your wetness pools in his mouth. You were intoxicating. A drug for him to get high off. "Tastiest thing I've ever eaten, baby," his praise has you throwing your head back into the pillow, "and the prettiest, too."
"Oh, my..."
He pushes the air out of your lungs, stretching you out as he slowly works two fingers into your pussy. They twist and curl up to stroke your g-spot, and you feel him grin against your clit when he wrangles out a pornographic moan. No one had made you feel this good. Not in a very long time.
"Christian," you pant his name, pushing your hips up. He groans, flicking his tongue faster over your clit.
He was playing like an instrument and eating you like were his last meal.
"So fucking tight," he licks his lips, tasting you on him. He twists and scissors his fingers, stretching you some more. "And wet, baby," he purrs, rotating his thumb in circles over your clit. His honey-dipped eyes look up at you, roaming every part of your naked figured. "If you could see the mess you're making - just dripping everywhere."
"I want you to look at me like that all the time," you stare down at him.
"I do." He kneels between your legs, dipping to kiss over the tops of your breasts, the dip at the base of your neck and then your lips. "I look at you like this all the time, baby," he presses his thumb harder to your clit, making you squirm, "I've just gotten good at hiding it." He crashes his mouth against yours, pushing his tongue into your mouth, letting you taste your arousal off his tongue. "I'm gonna grab a condom."
You stop him as he reaches into his bedside cabinet. "I'm on the pill."
"You sure?"
"Yes," you answer, kissing over his stubbled jaw, nipping playfully at his ear, "now lose those jeans, pretty boy." He raises his eyebrows, the corners of his lips curving up with amusement. You give a sharp tug on his belt loop. "I said lose the jeans."
He chuckles, pushing to stand up. "What is this?" He pulls his jeans down, kicking them off as they reach his feet. You bite your lip, eyes zoning in on his cock bulging in his underwear. They were removed next, a smirk gracing his lips. He wraps his hand around his shaft, jerking his wrist a few times, wincing a little when he squeezes the tip. "Think you're in charge here?"
"Maybe."
He shakes his head, brushing his lips against your temple. "That's very cute." He kneels between your legs, tapping his tip against your clit, chuckling as you whimper. There was nothing worse than being teased. "But that's not happening, baby."
He slips the first few inches inside, watching your pussy swallow and clench around him. He waits, giving himself a second to adjust. "Just remember it's been a while, okay?" His cheeks blush, spreading down his neck onto his chest. "Don't be teasing me if I end up coming too quickly."
"Hey, look at me." You reach out to touch his face, your fingers brushing over his jaw. He leans into your touch. "We're in the same boat, remember?"
"But what about all those dates you've been on?"
You shake your head. "The last guy I had sex with was Kal." Sliding your hand between your bodies, you sink the last few inches inside. The feeling of fullness has you losing your breath, but you find it again when Christian leans over to kiss you. "Forget about the timestamp on your last time, and stop worrying about blowing your load too quickly," you talk against his mouth, soothing your hands over his chest, "just be here with me, okay?"
He nods, biting his bottom lip. "I can do that." His head dips and kisses the centre of your chest, hands exploring your thighs and the globes of your ass as he ruts into you. "Fuck," his voice is strained, "you feel...you feel perfect, like you just for me."
"Yes," you whimper, your heart aching as the words hit your ears, "just for you."
He nuzzles his stubble into your cheek. "Say it again."
"Just for you," you repeat, now grinding your hips up to meet each thrust, "just for you." You pull his head up and crash your lips together, exchanging a kiss like it could been your last. Never had you imagined this is where you would be when you got on the plane four days ago. "You," you managed to make out through a moan, breaking apart, nuzzling your face against his cheek.
He chokes your name on a sob, "I'm not gonna last must longer."
"Let go, Christian," you wrap your legs around his waist, and run your nails down his back, scratching lightly at the muscles that strained, "come for me, baby."
"Inside you?" His rhythm is sloppy and you have to keep grinding against him. "Can I come inside you?" He grabs your hips and clamps them against him, moaning into your shoulder as his whole body shakes above you. "Oh, god," he whines, his cock twitching and pulsing, "I'm coming-I'm..."
Silence.
For the next few seconds, Christian is silently mouthing your name against his skin.
You soothe your hands through his hair as he finishes inside you, letting your hands roam over his shoulders and down his back. "You okay?" You whisper, tucking your head to brush a kiss to the side of his head. "Christian?"
"I think I just had an out-of-body experience," he answers, audibly groaning as he pulls out. You giggle, tiredly rolling onto your front, moving with him as he collapses next to you. His arm comes up over his face, hiding his eyes, before ripping away to look at you. He looked worried like he was realising he had done something wrong. "You didn't come?"
You shrug, giving him a reassuring smile. "It's fine." Which it was.
"No, it's not." He tries to sit up but crashes back onto the mattress. "When I have recovered, you are coming," he declares, pulling the pillow over his face. His voice is muffled as he adds, "we are not leaving this bed until I've made you come."
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hiiiiii I hope you have a amazing day,
I was wondering how the Aew boys react if someone try to use you against them like during the matches with them or in backstage with them busy with a other match ( like the attacker interrupt the match to show you being attacked) , I hope this makes sense 😭
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AEW Stars React To: You Being Attacked by Their Opponents
Pairings: Kenny Omega X Reader, Ricky Starks X Reader, Hook X Reader, Darius Martin X Reader, Nick Wayne X Reader, Daniel Garcia X Reader, Eddie Kingston X Reader
Word Count: 1.2K
Supreme Speaks: Thanks to anon for this request (YALL KEEP EM COMING), this was really fun and a little bit different than how I typically post these. please know that you are loved and appreciated
Warnings: ANGST and fluff but ANGST, GIFS are NOT mine, not proofread
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**Every person has their own backstory (in a wrestling world where I am a fantastic booker/producer) and the person who attacked them are in ()**
Eddie Kingston (BCC)
This happened during Eddie’s match against Christian Cage
Eddie didn’t want you out there in fear that Christian might rizz you up (or even Luchasurus no judgment)
So as he’s about to finish the match; the titantron shows up with you on the floor as Wheeler Yuta and Claudio tower over you
Eddie goes berserk; he no longer cares about the match; fuck the match
He leaves the match to rush to your aid with a kendo stick; whacking and cursing anyone who dares get in the way
He gets to you and hits Claudio and Wheeler as they run away; he holds you with so much care and curses himself out too
“Fuck Claudio and his Yorkie bitch! Fuck, I should have kept an eye on you doll. I’m sorry, it’s my fault”
Legit feels bad about the situation (it almost reduces him to tears) as you are put in an ambulance
Looks at Mox and says “You betta pray that she’s okay or Renee won’t be able to recognize her husband”
Darius Martin (Kingdom)
Okay hear me out; the Kingdom attacks you and then throws you on stage during Darius’ match to distract him
He looks at Action Andretti and Matt Sydal as they tell him to check on you; Darius goes with you backstage as doctors check on you
He’s silent….which is unusual and almost unsettling for you; he’s really taking everything to heart and is angrily simmering
“I’m so sorry that they dragged you into my mess, but I promise I will fix this”
He really feels remorseful about everything and certainly disappointed with himself that he allowed this to happen
Next week; he comes out with a chair and whoops ass
But I think he would go so far to the point where Andretti and Matt have to come out and say stop
He calms down and sits with you backstage for the rest of the show (he prolly will never take his eyes off you again)
Hook (Jack Perry)
Mans is fucking up everyone in sight
Bad enough that Jack took his title and refused to give him a rematch; so Hook is wrestling a jobber
As Hook has his opponent in the Redrum; Jack pops up on the screen with Anna Jay who is just choking you out (wish it was me)
Hook keeps the submission on long enough for the bell to ring before zooming backstage; just as Anna and Jack getaway
He is livid and starts throwing people left and right until he realizes that you are still on the ground
I think he feels exposed at the fact you were attacked cause he really does care about you
He helps you up and is visibly upset; vows to get revenge but then has a better idea
Two weeks later; he returns with you in tow and you two start WHOOPING THOSE TRICKS (to the point where the FTW championship is on the line in a tag team match; ex Edge and Kelly Kelly vs Dolph Ziggler and Laycool)
Nick Wayne (Swerve)
THIS SWEET BABY
He honestly doesn’t know what to think (and what he did to deserve Swerve hating him so much)
I feel like as soon as he sees your unconscious self on the screen, he would immediately dash backstage (like Eddie)
He would run up to your body “Y/N! Are you okay?” Before getting attacked by Swerve and AR Fox; who would then be run off by Best Friends
As he falls to the ground and when he wakes up, Nick would think that he’s a failure (DESPITE NOTHING IS HIS FAULT)
It would really take you constantly reassuring him that he was fine and nothing is his fault
“Yeah sure, but if I can’t protect you from attacks; then what kind of a man and wrestler am I?”
Like Darius, Nick would never allow you to leave his sight
Not until he ended this feud with Swerve
Kenny Omega (Will Ospreay)
Kenny would be that person who would just fill his mind continuously
During his match against Jon Moxley (sorry), The United Empire shows up with you about to go through a table
He turns his attention as Jon rolls him up and wins; Kenny immediately runs to the back
The Bucks attack the group and you are dropped on the floor (not through the table); you have no injuries
As he approaches backstage, mans is worried and anxiety has filled his body
Subconsciously declares war with Opsreay and will allow guilt to take over his mind
“I swear to you that Ospreay, that son of a bitch, will pay for this shit. And he will literally pay for your therapy (bitch take the free therapy plz)”
So much to the point where he’s not smiling anymore and treats every match like a deathmatch
Tbh, as long as Will shows up, Kenny will attack him without fail
Ricky Starks (CM Punk/The Factory)
OKAY LISTEN TO ME I believe that CM Punk would do some fucked up shit (as a true heel)
So during after Ricky’s match on Collision (who hasn’t seen you all night), Punk would show the footage of you being attacked by The Factory
But then he would say; “but that was earlier tonight”
And then BAM Punk attacks Ricky from behind and leaves him the ring
Ricky is upset at himself for not recognizing that you were missing all night and mad that he allowed Punk to attack him and you
Immediately checks on you and apologizes profusely
“I’m so sorry; I should have noticed, I should have made sure you were beside me-” “Ricky, you have been saying I’m sorry for the past hour” “Because I am!”
Would cut a vicious promo on Punk that embarrassed and angered him at the same time
Vows to get his revenge and starts it by attacking Punk
Daniel Garcia (Chris Jericho)
OKAY WOULD LOVE TO DO A POST ON HOW I WOULD BOOK DANNY’S EXIT FROM JAS
Danny is on the verge of leaving the JAS due to differences and Chris’ power trips, and you are his escape from it all
Chris knows this and tries to use it to his advantage; he tries to talk to you about Danny and keeping him in the JAS
To which you disagree and say it’s his decision; to which he got angry….and to which he may or may not have hit you with the baseball bat (CAUSE HE’S A JACKASS)
All of this was shown during Daniel and Sammy’s tag team match; Danny immediately jumped down from the apron (essentially leaving Sammy hanging) and ran to the back
He would be so angry that he would quit the JAS right then and there
Time skip, you were okay; when Danny told you the news, you were happy but you wouldn’t show it to him, asking him if he was sure
“Y/N, your safety, and well-being is more important to me than Jericho’s trash ass club. And it always will be.”
The following weeks are filled with confrontations until Daniel joins the BCC (who are not complete assholes in this universe)
HES FREE
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Ice Skating ⛸️
Christmas writing prompt: #3
Word count: 777
Divider by: @benkeibear
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Ok, there’s a couple mentions of you, Christian and a hot bath…but I promise I was on my best behavior and kept this story 100% fluff!
Christian helps you get the hang of being on skates for the first time…
“Refresh my memory, but did you say you’ve never done this before?” Christian asked as he pulled into a parking spot at the outdoor skating rink. “No, I haven’t. Not even once.” You confessed, feeling a little embarrassed. Your whole life you’ve lived in a cold weather state where ice skating was a common winter activity, but you never gave it a try. Of course, the one time you decide to attempt something new like this, it’s with a man who was practically born on skates and views gliding around on the ice as a basic skill like riding a bike! “It’s really not that hard. I promise I’ll help you.” He reassured. “I can already feel my back starting to hurt. Are you sure there aren’t other things to do around here? There has to be something we can do that has a smaller chance of me breaking a bone!” You begged, trying to get out of it. Christian looked at you with the cutest puppy dog eyes you had ever seen before, almost making you change your mind. “Come on Y/N! Don’t be nervous! How often do we have free time while we’re on the road? I haven’t been skating in forever, it will feel good to be on the ice again. If you do end up falling, I promise to run you a hot bath later to soothe your aches and pains. I might even join you…”
You found yourself at the skate rental counter after Christian convinced you to get out of the car when he elaborated more about the hot bath he promised you later. He handed you your skates and chuckled when you stared at them uncertainly. “Come sit and I’ll help tighten the laces for you.” It took him no time at all to make sure your skates were well adjusted and fit properly. Once his skates were on as well, he helped you stand and walk over to the entrance of the rink before stepping onto the ice. “I won’t let you go unless you tell me to.” Christian pledged while reaching his hand out to you. He guided you onto the ice, steadying you while holding onto your arms and grinning at your shaky legs. “No laughing!” you warned before smiling too. “I would never!”
Around your 4th lap around the rink, you really felt like you were getting the hang of things! Christian even released your arms and laced his fingers with yours once he knew you were okay. Christmas music played through the speakers around the rink, strings of lights were hung everywhere for the perfect ambiance, and if the aura around the rink couldn’t get any more perfect, fluffy white snowflakes began falling too. It really felt like you were in a winter wonderland! “You’re doing great baby! Thanks for giving this a chance, it means a lot to me.” Christian expressed. Before you could respond, a skater zoomed right past you, making you wobble. Christian pulled you into his arms before you had the chance to fall, and his chest felt good against your frozen nose as you nuzzled in closer to him. Unfortunately, your embrace was short lived when the next skater went by just as fast. Christian began to teeter before eventually losing his balance. He tried to stabilize himself by grabbing onto your arm, but he pulled too hard and the two of you fell like a ton of bricks.
Christian broke your fall when you landed right on top of him and he groaned as the cold and damp ice started soaking into his pants. “Oh my gosh Christian! Are you okay?!” you asked, full of concern. “I’d be a lot better if you’d get your knee off my pelvis.” He quipped. You apologized repeatedly as you peeled yourself off him and offered a hand to help him up. Once the ice shavings were brushed off his clothes, you couldn’t help but to start giggling. “What’s so funny?” he asked. “You know, I was for certain that I’d be the one falling down tonight, but that wasn’t the case. Technically I wasn’t the one that fell. You drug me down with you!” you teased as Christian scowled at you. You placed his arm around your shoulders as you made your way off the ice and over to the counter to return your skates. As Christian slid into the driver’s seat, he hissed at the soreness that was already settling in. You reached over and took his hand in yours before murmuring, “Come on my little figure skater. Let’s get you back to the hotel and into that hot bath...”
My how the tables turned...😂
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Love Me Like You Do
Pairing: Christian Cage x wrestler female!reader
Category: Fluff/Smut
Word count: 2,739
Summary: At the AEW company party, you have fun with your friends and co-workers, but you have a different kind of fun when you get home.
Warnings: Swearing, smut, age gap, reader is late 20s/early 30s, female reader but no description of reader, dirty talk, slight Dom!Christian, oral sex (female receiving), fingering
A/N: The more I thought about this the more the song Love Me Like You Do by Ellie Goulding came to mind, hence the title.
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You had been sitting at AEW’s company party for what felt like ages. You enjoyed the fun, the people, the music, the food, but most importantly you enjoyed your date. You had been dating Christian Cage for close to a year now, and it was wonderful. He was sweet, thoughtful, attentive, fun, and a gentleman. Well, he was a gentleman in public, but once the pair of you were behind closed doors, he was often dominant, rough, teasing, and pushing you to your limits.
You were sitting at a table with Kris Statlander, Athena, and Ruby Soho. The trio were some of your best friends since meeting them at various points in your career, and four of you always stuck together during these events unless you were needed somewhere else. The girls were happy for you finally finding a guy like Christian. They didn’t judge you for the age gap. You remember them telling you “Who cares?! As long as you’re happy is all that matters.” You had tried not to get emotional over their reactions and kind words but a few tears slipped out. You remember them pulling you in for a group hug and taking you on a little girls trip consisting of shopping, food, and all the girl talk and gossip you could handle.
Online was a different story. You used to get so much hate and nasty comments when you and Christian decided to announce your relationship. You used to cry yourself to sleep over it, and Christian loathed it. Regardless of how new the relationship was, he never want to see you hurt much less crying over some jealous cowards hiding behind a keyboard. He’ll never forget the day you called him crying, saying “Maybe this was a mistake. I don’t know if I can do this”. That was the moment he knew he loved you; he couldn’t let some haters do this to you, ruin something so that hadn’t truly had a chance to begin.
You remember your phone pinging and seeing that Kris had sent you a screenshot of the tweet with an attached video of Christian setting things straight. You called him as soon as you could. You were so overcome with emotion that you cried — happy tears this time. You told him how much that meant to you, and how he could have easily let it happen. He responded with a simple, “You mean more to me than you will ever know.” and you blushed, smiling so wide your cheeks hurt.
Ever since Christian posted that video on Twitter, the hurtful comments eased up. Some were still there and you learned how to deal with them. You usually replied with a classy comment to keep things from escalating, and other times you ignored them, blocked them if it was too harsh a comment that you knew you’d dwell on and end letting it bother you. You did, however; make your own video to tweet. You reiterated some of what Christian said in his video, but you included how he made you feel and how ninety percent of the time you forgot about the age difference as well as how you would never sleep with someone to climb the ranks to become champion. You wanted to earn any opportunity and championship you achieved.
“Hey sweetheart! Sorry I had to be gone for so long. You know how Taz can go on and on.” The familiar voice brings you out of your memories and back to the present moment. “Oh! Hey girls. I hope I’m not interrupting girl talk?” Christian asked once he noticed Kris, Athena, and Ruby sitting at the table with you.
“Don’t worry. You’re not interrupting. Our girl here has been off in her own little world for the past ten minutes.” Ruby answered, waving off his worry. You looked down, picking at your fingers, blushing of embarrassment for zoning out on your friends. Kris noticed you picking at your fingers, a nervous tick of yours, and places her hands on yours to get you to stop. She gives you a soft smile and a look telling you not to be embarrassed once you finally look up at her in result of her action.
You give Kris an appreciative smile. Your eyes drift from her to each person at your table, finally landing on your man. He chatting with Ruby and Athena; you have no idea what they’re saying, but you heart swells seeing your best friends getting along with your boyfriend and vice versa.
The DJ plays one of your favorite up beat songs and you’re quick to head to the dance floor, pulling Kris along. The two of you are dancing with your other co-workers and soon joined by Athena and Ruby upon finishing their conversation with Christian. You’re having a blast with your friends, singing and dancing, even when the song ends and more sexy up best song takes over through the speakers. You and your girls are playfully dancing against one another, having harmless fun.
Christian sits at the table guarding you and your friends drinks and purses, watching you have fun. He doesn’t mind being left at the table; he wants you to have fun and would never tell you what you could and couldn’t do. Christian didn’t have stay seated at the table alone for much longer. Another man takes a seat, a seat that was previously occupied by you. The man claps Christian on the shoulder. “Figured you could use some company.”
Christian looks at the man next to him and chuckles. “Yeah, I guess I could. Got stuck on guard duty.” Christian jokes, gesturing to the empty seats and abandoned drinks and purses.
The two men fall into a lighthearted conversation, reminiscing and discussing whatever comes to mind. “You know, I’m real happy for man. You finally found you a good woman. Happy looks good on you.” Frankie nudges Christian, genuinely happy for his long time friend.
“Thanks man. I got lucky.” Christian concludes, looking over to the dance floor to see what you and the girls were up to now. You and the girls were making your way back to the table. Your face lit up upon seeing Christian’s eyes on you. He couldn’t help be return the smile.
Arriving at the table, you, Athena, Ruby, and Kris all greet Kaz with cheerful hellos. He turned the greeting with a warm smile. You has always liked Kaz, talented, fun, a great father and husband, and a great friend. It was Ruby who started up a conversation and from that point until the DJ played a slow song, there was jokes, laughter, and light conversation.
You perked up hearing the slow song begin to play, and Christian noticed immediately; he knew the songs you liked, and this song was one of them. He reached over and slipped his hand in yours. “May I have this dance?” He stood as he spoke and made a show of bowing like you were a queen, and in his eyes, you most certainly were.
You laughed at his theatrics. “I would be honored.” You replied, slipping out of your chair and following him to the dance floor. Once at your destination, Christian pulled you in real close, a hand on your hip and the other hand in yours. The few times the pair of you have danced had been like this, like you were ballroom dancing. You placed your head on his chest and the two of you swayed before the songs tempo increased just enough for him to spin you around. You laughed feeling light as a feather, and when you spun back around to face him, you pulled him in for a kiss by gently pushing the back of his neck towards your lips with your hand that rested there. The kiss was soft, slow, sweet, and you could feel every once of love he had for you. As the song came to an end, Christian dipped you like they do in movies, and of course, he couldn’t resist to kiss you once again. There were cheers and applause. You blushed, not realizing you had captured your co-workers attention. Christian, on the other hand, wore a proud smile on his handsome face.
The night continued with dancing, laughter, and fun. When the party finally came to a close and everyone went their separate ways, Christian drove you back to your apartment. You pulled him inside by the collar of his shirt and led him to the bedroom; you didn’t want this night to end just yet. Christian followed you without question; he had an idea of what you were thinking when you both entered the bedroom.
You spun around and made quick work of attaching your lips to his. You had been eyeing him all night, the way he looked in that plain white t-shirt and black blazer and those jeans fit him just right. You had decided back at the party that you were going to get him in your bed, one way or another.
Christian reciprocated the kiss, returning the desire, want, and lust. He brought one hand up to cup the back of your head, his other hand had a gentle, yet firm grip on your hip. Both your tongues were fighting for dominance, Christian won rather quickly, so quickly that you should have been ashamed, but you weren’t. You loved having him in charge, his dirty talk, the way he would command you to do certain things. You were getting wet just thinking about it.
When you both break the kiss for air, you’re hastily tugging and pulling at his clothes in failed attempts to them off Christian and on the floor. He noticed you struggling and has his clothes, and yours, discarded on the floor so fast you hadn’t had time to process what happened. His lips are on your neck kissing and nipping as his hands trail down your body, fingertips ghosting over your nipples. You let out a moan followed by a gasp as he all but tosses you on the bed and climbs on top of you, his lips now attached to one of your breasts as he fondles the other. After some time, he switches and lets his fingertips wonder down to your now soaked pussy.
He teases you, moving his fingers to your inner thigh while he simultaneously trails kisses and nips down your stomach, stopping once he’s face to face with your glistening core.
“Please….” You whine, desperately wanting him to touch you, lick you, anything. He finally places a light kiss to one of your thighs. You groan, knowing he likes to tease, to build you up until you didn’t think you could handle it and then has his way with you. He places the same kiss to your other thigh, looking up at you with a sexy smirk on his lips. You had a love-hate relationship with that smirk of his.
“Please, what? What do you want, babygirl? Tell me. Use your words.” He borderline taunts you. “I love it when you talk dirty.” He continues to keep his eyes on you, unmoving until you speak, tell him what you want, where you want him. He loves you being vocal; it’s gets him hard in a split second.
You love it too but especially when he does it. “Touch me….” You swallow thickly. “Touch my pussy baby… I need you…” You attempt to thrust your hips up towards his face to get your point across, but he places one hand on your lower stomach, holding you in place. “I want your tongue, you fingers, your cock, all of it.”
Christian mischievously grins. “As you wish, princess.” He murmurs before licking a long, slow stripe up your slit. “Taste so good babygirl. I just might stay her all night.” He smirks, making himself comfortable, eyes glued to yours. “I wonder how many times I can make you cum for me?” He questions with lust filled eyes. He licks another stripe, a little quicker this time. You softly moan, toying with your nipples. Christian licks your slit a few more times before finally attaching his lips to your clit and flicking his tongue slowly over it, time and time again.
You gasping and moaning as he works your clit over. “Oh fuck yes! That’s it baby….” You groan as he changes his tactic to sucking your clit, a finger gently running up and down your pussy, gathering your wetness. “Need your fingers, please…” You whisper.
He does as you say and gradually slides one finger in your entrance, slowly pumping in and out as he alternates between sucking and licking your clit. He’s drinking in the noises your make as he does so. He finally pulls away from your clit, finger still pumping slowly. “This what you want, princess? Want my fingers in your pretty pussy?” He chuckles as you buck your hips up silently begging for more. “Oh? You want more? Then you’ll get more.” He slips a second finger into you and picks up the pace some.
“Yes baby…” You moan, your head falling back on the pillow. You need his mouth back on you too. You reach down between your legs, hands on the back of his head as you shove his face into your drenched pussy. “Need you.. to suck my clit…” You manage to get out in between moans, his fingers moving faster now and his lips wrap around your clit and sucks hard. “Shit! Oh fuck yes! Just like that.” You feel his fingers curl hitting that special spot, still sucking hard.
Your filthy words spur him on. He adds a third finger after double checking you’re ready for another. He flicks his tongue over your clit rapidly, fingers pumping in and out of your pussy at as fast pace, hitting deep and hard, ensuring he hits your sweet spot with your walls.
“FUCK YES! Keep going… Don’t stop…” Your words come out in breathy moans. You feel that tightening feeling getting stronger and stronger. If he keeps this up, you’ll cum within seconds. You keep your hands on the back of his head, shoving his face even more into your messy, soaked pussy. His tongue still flicking rapidly over your clit, his three fingers still stretching your pussy and rapidly hitting the spot the spot will that make you gush. Christian knows this. You two may not have had sex a bunch yet, but he was a fast learner.
Christian couldn’t help but chuckle as he felt you shove his face deeper into you. He could feel your release was quickly approaching by the way your walls clenched around his fingers, how you were squirming, that dirty talk, those moans and ragged breath were all telltale signs that he had learned over the course of the handful of times he got to eat your pussy.
“So close… Feels so fucking good.. You love my pussy don’t you baby…” You dirty talk, knowing it just encourages him to continue, to make you cum so fucking hard. You pull on his hair, as he keeps working your pussy over.
Hearing you above him and knowing how close you were, he gave it all he had sucking and flicking his tongue, hitting your sweet spot repeatedly with his fingers. He was more than determined to make your cum, no to make you gush for him.
You couldn’t hold on any longer. “CHRISTIAN!!” You scream out his name as you gush all over his face and fingers. “Fuck baby….” You pant, breathing ragged and weakly attempt to pull him up on top of you.
Christian smirks, moving up your body. He pauses to lick his fingers, groaning at the taste. “Taste so fucking good babygirl.”
You groan at the filthy act in front of you, but your curious about why he always says that. You grab the back of his neck and pull him in for a filthy, hot kiss, tasting yourself on his lips. You moan into his mouth at the dirty, yet erotic kiss.
When the two of you pull apart for air, you’re both turned on once again, eyes filled with lust, mischievous looks on both your faces. You roll the pair of you over and straddle him, seductively biting your lip. “Ready for your reward?”
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Baby, Doesn't It Feel So Familiar? - Christian Cage (AEW)
Pairing: Christian Cage x Female! Reader
Summary: Y/N is a friend of Jurassic Express, she doesn't like what Christian had did to Jungle Boy. She decides to confront Christian backstage herself, until he does the unexpected.
Warnings: Angst, Enemies to Lovers, Kissing with Christian? Language, Not very much warnings here <3
Requested by: My bestie @cuttingedge708 . Hope you enjoy my for lifer <3
Word Count: 1,237
Large, mesmerizing footsteps were heard from three doors down. The 6’1 Canadian man was walking with purpose down the arena halls with hands shoved in his front jacket pockets. The lights had shone on him every time he had entered the room, where he owned the ground he was walking on underneath his feet.
Jack had appeared to be backstage with his very close friend, Luchasaurus. An alarming sound made them turn their heads like deers in headlights, Christian was up to no good after he had unexpectedly turned his back on Jack. He couldn’t be trusted.
He snatched a wooden chair where it was sitting in front of an empty table with a jet black cloth on top of it, throwing it across the hall effortlessly like it was nothing. Christian Cage was pissed and confused because Jack Perry cost him a match in winning a championship of his own.
‘’What is his problem?’’ Luchasaurus asked, watching the chaos go down as Jack stood back, feeling his guts in his stomach tie in a knot.
‘’I can’t be seen out here by him.’’ He replied. Seconds before darting off into his locker room, he thought about what his own mentor had done to him a week ago on Dynamite.
‘’He just can’t be trusted’’ was spinning inside of his head.
Jack locked the door to his locker room, quickly acting upon grabbing a chair to prop it underneath the wooden door handle.
‘’Jack, open up! It’s me, Y/N!’’ a female voice spoke alarmingly from the other side of the door. Y/N was a close friend of Jurassic Express, Luchasaurus and he would do anything for her, as long as she was safe from the man Christian Cage.
A voice erupted over her, it sounded like Christian’s voice. Inaudible hollering was heard, he couldn’t watch his best friend Y/N get hurt like he did.
Jack removed the chair underneath the door handle, swinging the door open.
‘’Y/N!’’ he yelled, rushing out of the locker room, finding Christian speeding off in his car with Y/N.
Jack fell to his knees, with stinging tears streaming down his face.
What if Christian is going to do something bad to her?
All these what if’s swarmed through Jack’s head like swarms of bees.
A call came through his phone, an unknown number was displayed on his phone screen, he answered it without hesitation.
‘’H-Hello?’’ He stuttered.
‘’You shouldn’t have never let your friend Y/N walk alone in the arena by herself, you should know better than that, Jungle Boy.’’ Christian. That son of a bitch.
‘’Where is she, let me speak to her!’’ Jack pleaded, holding the phone tightly against his ear.
‘’Oh, she is safe and sound with me. Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of her.’’
Click.
‘’Christian, please let me go back to Jack!’’ Y/N exclaimed, knees propped up on the hot leather passenger seat of his car.
‘’Shut up!’’ He gave her a glare, eyes locked on hers for a split second before turning his attention on the road again.
Her sigh escalated through her, a switch on the radio echoed through her ears, making her spine twitch.
‘’Ten, nine, eight, seven rabbits running to the finish line
Johnny shot a fucking triple with his brand new AR-15.’’
Christian drove at about 70 miles per hour on the road, the speed he was going for was probably illegal as hell.
‘’Hey uh, Chrisitan? Can you slow down just-just a bit?’’ She felt her heart sink down to her stomach, Y/N felt helpless.
‘’Hey Christian? Can you please slow down!?’’ Her voice rose, finally catching his attention for a split second. The car came to a dead stop in the middle of nowhere, no street lights around, just pitch black dark.
Christian hopped out of the car, without her knowing, he opened the passenger door and persuaded Y/N to at least come out of the car and have a talk with him.
‘’How when my fucking arms are tied around my back?’’ She looked at him like he had lost his mind, all she wanted was for him to let her go and return back to Jack.
‘’I’ll help you, okay? Chill out.’’ He remained calm, and didn’t snap like he did earlier in the arena.
He proceeded to help her out of his car, and unfastened the rope that was pressured against her raw wrists.
‘’Th-thanks.’’ She favored her wrists, before turning her attention to the man who took her out of the Daily’s Palace arena.
‘’Listen, I don’t want you to be alarmed of any sort but…’’ He trailed off, trying to choke out the words he was going to tell her.
‘’Fuck. Uh, I really like you, in reality. Look, I didn’t mean to tell you to shut up earlier, or tie your wrists behind your back. I was just trying to do Jack a favor, alright? I seriously like you.’’ Christian’s cheeks blossomed red, darting a hand through his blonde hair.
‘’Oh, really?’’ Y/N placed her hands on the solid hood of his car, giving him somewhat of a glare as in ‘’I don’t believe you.’’
‘’Yes. I’m not kidding. I like, I mean, love you Y/N. Ever since I have laid my eyes on you, all I could do was think about Jack having you before I could have you. It’s not jealousy–’’
She vocalized a ‘’mhm’’ sound, and took a sharp exhale of breath.
‘’Now that I think about it, I kind of did have a crush on you as well. Just for a little while,’’ She proclaimed, inching closer to the man who was her enemy.
‘’I— I fucking hated your guts, not gonna lie.’’ She spat out, laughing.
Christian inched closer to Y/N, decimeters away from her face.
‘’I knew you were gonna say that,’’ He whispered softly.
The awkward silence drew in, you couldn’t hear birds chirping, not even a single soul was out there. That’s how quiet it was.
His pink lips suddenly pressed onto her’s.
Her body froze solid into his larger frame with her eyes closed, as she trusted him just for a few seconds, accepting the kiss.
What if Jack finds out I kissed Chrisitan Cage, his mentor? She mentally added.
He wrapped his muscular arms around her skinny waist, tightening the grip on her with fiery passion of ‘’I want to be with this woman.’’
I just kissed Jack’s mentor.
A single clear raindrop plopped onto Y/N’s head, she hummed and had her hands resting on each side of his shoulders. Thousands of thoughts were pondering over both their heads, the thoughts of ‘’what if’s’’ and ‘’what will happen’’. Rain began to scream down on them, they hugged each other motionlessly while the rain didn’t bother them quite a bit.
Christian’s brown leather jacket shriveled off of his body, hitting the hood of his car that both of their body weights were holding. He lifted Y/N’s chin up slowly, and leaned in for the kiss again.
‘’I l-love you,’’ He told her.
A million times he had told her that like a broken record.
He wanted Y/N for himself.
She kissed him until her lips were completely dry, hand resting on the back of his head as his larger hand somehow locked with her’s.
‘’I love you too, Christian.’’
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Sis I’m definitely in need of some Christian content, could you imagine Edge’s reaction when it finally dawns on him that Christian and his baby sister are seeing each other after after that smooth son of a bitch makes an adorably flirty comment to the reader? 😂
bro, seriously?! -c. cage
:pairing: 90s!christian cage x copeland!fem!reader
:warnings: minors dni, christian being a lil shit, overprotective brother edge
:notes: sorry this is so short but it’s a lil cute something about one of my favorite assholes 💛
you and your brother stood around catering gossiping about all your coworkers, finding new promo material. your head perked up when you heard christian’s voice as he turned the corner.
the two of you had managed to hide your relationship from the boys in the back, even your own brother. almost instinctively when he came up behind you, you leaned back into him. “how’s my favorite copeland doing?” he smiled down at you, fighting the urge to wrap his arms around you.
he and your brother spoke for a bit about their upcoming match with the hardyz, and before he left he said “i’ll see you later princess.”
you saw the puzzled look on your older brothers face before it clicked and he has a look of shock on his face before he runs after christian. “REALLY MAN? THATS MY BABY SISTER YOU SON OF A BITCH.” you giggle as they chase each other around backstage. as annoyed as edge may have been, he’s happy it’s at least someone he trusts with his life.
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Sooo, I know on your other blog you did some what of a Poly Edge & Christian & Reader, could we possible get a mini series where the Reader is Dating Edge & Christian and she’s also their valet/female tag team partner?
So this isn't really what you asked for, sorry!. It's headcanons about dating older E&C
I love poly!E&C so much omg
Edge is the more protective one, when they were younger he used to laugh at how protective Christian was. But now he knows what he was like at that age and he doesn't want that behaviour around you.
That's not to say that Christian is any less protective. He'll still beat the hell out of anyone who has a bad word to say about you or Edge. If anything, he is just less scared of getting in trouble now.
They don't hide the relationship like they used to. They've done pretty much everything in this business, what do they really stand to lose? They'd rather have this relationship than more titles.
You all have matching tattoos. It's just all your initials but it means so much to you that they both got it. You may have cried when they showed you them for the first time.
Date nights usually consist of movie marathons on the couch. You're all in a pile on the couch with plenty of snacks available. You've all seen the movie thousands of times, so you chat through most of it. 9 times out of 10 you all fall asleep on the couch.
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