#christian ​cage fluff

[heelbucks]

I neeed you to do a smutty ass Christian x girly kinky reader imagine based on this. Pleasssee😩💗

this photo is doing things to me i wanna lick his abs

sugar daddy! christian cage x princess! girly! reader

you rushed home from your little shopping spree christian sent you on. “you deserve it princess, let me spoil you.” you had left on a special surprise on for. him under your short skirt and cute top. ‘lemme see what daddy bought you princess.” he said to you as you walked to his office.

you did a little haul of the barbie and hello kitty things you bought for yourself and then ushered him to sit in his office chair. you spun around, your skirt was flying up, giving him a peak of the lacey lingerie you hid from him. “oooh whatcha got on? did i buy this for you?” you nodded your head as you peeled your top off. next thing you knew you were on your knees in front of the older man, reaching out for his cock.

“fuck princess, juust like that. you’re doing so good for me, daddy trained you well huh?” your sugar daddy moaned from above you, on your knees in a pretty pink lingerie set he had bought for you. one hand wrapped itself in your hair to guide you further down his length while the other grabbed his phone to snap a picture. “good fuckin girl.”

[midwestmade29]

Protective 🩵

To Anyonymous: Thanks for sending in your request! I hope you enjoy what I came up with 🥰 Word count: 957 Divider by: @saradika-graphics GIF credit: @cowboyshit Original Anonymous Request: can you please write an Christian Cage X Fem Reader Story where both are dating and she's also an Wrestler in AEW, but their relationship is secret due to their age gap, while reader is on the way from her locker room to the ring an production dude came pretty close to her and made some offensive comments because of her revealing gear which makes her uncomfortable and he witnesses it and he runs to her to guard her and make sure she's save and says something like "leave my girlfriend alone you perv" and when everyone is looking at them after he said that Reader confirms they are dating and she kisses Christian. Reader's best friend Anna Jay comes up and said "you could tell me he's an good catch, i'm happy for you" Disclaimers: Harassment. When Christian rushes to your aid, the both of you accidentally oust your relationship...

You had just gotten changed into your new ring gear when there was a knock on the locker room door.

“Come in,” you called out.

Christian poked his head into the room, making eye contact with you and smiling. “Are you alone?” he asked softly.

You nodded your head, and he closed the door behind him before making his way over to you. He grabbed your hand and spun you around slowly, admiring his girl and her new gear.

“You look incredible baby! I’m glad you went with your original design, it suits you,” he complimented sweetly. “I’m a lucky guy,” “You’re sure it’s not too much? It’s a lot more revealing than I thought it would be,” you asked sheepishly.

Your self-consciousness suddenly kicked in, but Christian put your mind at ease when he wrapped you in his arms and kissed you.

His lips were next to your ear as he whispered, “It’s perfect, Y/N. You’re perfect. All that matters is if you like it and are comfortable wearing it. Anyone else’s opinion is irrelevant,”

A smile covered your face as you nuzzled in closer to him, reveling in the way he was holding you in his strong arms. A knock at the door interrupted your sweet moment, bringing your attention to the clock on the wall.

“Shoot, I’ve gotta go baby. Thanks for stopping by, seeing you was just what I needed,” your words sincere and full of appreciation.

“Of course! I’ll be backstage watching on a monitor, cheering you on the entire time. Knock em’ dead baby,”

With a final kiss, you exited the locker room, Christian lingering there for a while longer to keep his presence unknown to anyone nearby. So far during the course of your relationship, the two of you had been successful at keeping it hush hush. Your age gap didn’t bother either of you, but you didn’t want the rest of the world judging it or sticking their noses where they don’t belong. It was yours and Christian’s little secret, making your relationship feel that much more intimate.

Your least favorite production team member was waiting for you on the other side of the door. Most of the time you were able to avoid them, but it looks like tonight luck wasn’t on your side.

“Why are you here? I didn’t see your name on the list earlier,” your words laced with annoyance.

“Not happy to see me princess? I sure am glad to see you! New ring gear tonight?” he replied, making your skin crawl.

After rolling your eyes, you ignored his questions started to walk away.

“Oh, don’t be like that! Although seeing you walk away in those skimpy little shorts of yours is making me forget all about your attitude,” You stopped in your tracks, whipping your head around in the creep’s direction, trying to fight off the intense anger you were feeling.

“Excuse me?!” you shouted. The eyebrows of a few people passing by you were raised, but they kept on walking. “You’re a real piece of work, aren’t you?” There was a wicked gleam in his eyes when he moved in closer to you, making sure to block you when you tried to move away.

“Hey, no need for this hostility sweetheart. I’m just admiring the goods. And boy do they look good! You should make all your gear this low cut and skimpy,”

Just as you were about to respond, the sound of footsteps rapidly approaching caught your attention! Christian came into view and shoved the production team member out of the way.

“Leave my girlfriend alone you pervert!” His protectiveness over you shined through as he turned to face you and asked if you were okay.

Christian rubbed your arms soothingly, only breaking eye contact with you for a moment to address the creep once more, “If I ever hear you talk to Y/N like that again, I’ll break your jaw so you won’t be able to!” Much to your dismay, a crowd of people had gathered due to all the commotion, their eyes large with confusion and intrigue. After the production member ran off, Christian embraced you tightly, holding your head against his toned chest. Your mind was still reeling from the events that just played out, but you were thinking 100% clearly when you pulled away from him and placed a hand on each one of his cheeks.

“Thank you,” you whispered against his lips before crashing yours against them. The kiss was filled with so many emotions that it left you breathless when it eventually ended.

Someone standing behind Christian cleared their throat, so he moved to the side so the both of you could see who it was. Your best friend Anna was revealed, her face unreadable as she stood with her arms crossed.

“Um, could you give us a minute, baby?” you asked Christian, feeling bashful all of a sudden. He kissed your forehead before taking a few steps down the hallway, still keeping his eyes on you. “You know, best friends usually tell each other things,” Anna said flatly.

You shifted on your feet, nervousness bubbling to the surface while you tried to think of something to say.

“You could’ve told me, Y/N. Christian is a good catch! I’m happy for you,”

Relief washed over you when she pulled you into a hug, all tension leaving your body.

“He really is, isn’t he?” you smiled. “I’m sorry for not telling you sooner, we were just enjoying it being our little secret for now. I guess that cat’s outta the bag now though,” With your arms intertwined, you and Anna walked over to Christian, and the three of made your way backstage for your match.

[moondust-imagines]

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.

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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”

[mrsarcherofinfamy]

●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.

[im-just-a-mississippi-girl]

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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[urperfectcinnamonroll07]

White Tee

requested?: no pairing(s): bang chan x afab!reader genre: smut/fluff warning(s): smut, unprotected sex (stay safe pls my babies), blonde curly haired chan (yes, that is a warning), reader cant come from penetrative sex (made it real, some girls cant. chan does make her come on his dick tho), oral (f recieving), chan being a horny fuck, hair pulling, mentions of breeding, squirting fingering (small mention), praise summary: 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩, 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘪��𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘦-𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 word count: 2.6k a/n: so sorry this took ages, i had to get back into the rhythm of writing smut again lol. i am almost done the twisted series aswell! i may take matters into my own hands and write about them on here because i have only found one post of alex and one post of christian. rhys and josh deserve some love yk. made this one realistic because a lot of girls cant come from penetrative sex, so yk. make sure to eat and drink something, love yas, mwah!

bang chan was a really good boyfriend. sometimes.

now, that’s not to say that chan was a bad person, but sometimes he was just very busy, with him being an idol and all. but tonight, you had just gotten home from work, and it was extremely busy. but, when you got home, you were hit with the smell of your favourite food.

you walked into the kitchen and saw chan, at the stove, with a kiss the chef apron on. you came up behind him, which must have scared him because he dropped the spoon in the pan. nonetheless, you kissed chan’s cheek with a smile.

“you’re just in time” he says happily. “i was just about to dish up”

so he did. he dished up, and you both sat at your dining room table and ate, talking about how your days went.

after you had both finished your dinner, chan insisted he would wash the dishes as you had been stressed out lately, but you told him you would. and with around five minutes of back and forth bickering, you eventually won and went towards the kitchen to clean the dishes.

after a while, you were washing the pots and pans. there was a pan full of water in the sink, and you were washing the spoon. the scene was similar to when you had scared chan, apart from he was cooking and you were cleaning. just then, you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist and a pair of lips attack the side of your neck, making you drop the spoon in the water below, causing the water to splash up your whole front.

see, this would have been fine, had you not be wearing a thin white shirt. the white, and now wet, fabric clung to your body, going slightly see through, so you could see your bra and tits.

“jesus! you scared me chan” you exclaim, placing a hand to your chest to basically emphasise how much you got scared.

“m sorry baby, you just looked so good. couldn’t help myself” he murmurs into the crevice of your neck. you move your neck to the side in order for him to have more access.

chan slowly kissed your neck, obviously not trying to start something, but it was just a sweet gesture to say thank you for cleaning up after he had cooked. you continued cleaning, until you felt the kisses stop and chan’s chin leave your shoulder.

“what’s up?” you say, not looking at chan. his arms still remained wrapped tightly around your waist, but you could just feel that something inside of him had switched. it was in the air.

when you received no answer, you turned your head to look at chan over your shoulder. his head was facing downwards, staring at your chest where the, now practically clear, fabric clung to your chest, outlining your tits perfectly.

you felt something grow hard against your ass, as chan pressed his hips into you, effectively caging you to the counter.

“you’re so fucking sexy, y’know that?” he murmurs, reclaiming his spot in your neck, this time leaving nibbles and the occasional harsh nip on your neck, which would be sure to mark by the morning, but none of you would really care.

you grab the spoon and continue cleaning it, aswell as cleaning the pan. chan bit your neck a lot harshly, causing you to move it a lot more to the side. you felt chan smirk against your neck, his hand travelling down your waist to the waistband of your pants.

you tried to swat his hand away, but he just grabbed your wrists with his free hand, spun you around and effectively pinned you to the counter with his body, your smaller wrists held in his bigger hand.

“chan, the dishes” you try to push him away, but it was a lot harder when you had your wrists pinned together. he brought his face out of your neck and looked at you with lidded eyes.

“do you want to finish doing the dishes, or do you want to help me out and let you feel good?” he asks, even though it was more of a rhetorical question as he already knew the answer. he pressed his knee against your thighs, prying them apart. you instinctively grinded down onto it, trying to get the slightest bit of friction from him.

“yeah” you say, almost bashfully as chan’s smirk widened. again, he moved his face back to your neck, sucking and biting.

as fast as you knew what was going on, chan hoisted you up and wrapped your legs around his waist before setting you down on the dining table. your fingers had found their way into chan’s blonde curly hair and tugging harshly, effectively pulling his head back. you leaned up from your spot on the table and kissed him. chan quickly swiped his tongue over your bottom lip, asking for entrance, which you gladly granted him. he swiftly slipped his tongue into your mouth, which then found yours.

his tongue pressed against yours, fighting for dominance, which he obviously won. he always did. you instinctively widened your legs around his waist, his body perfectly fitting against yours as if it was a missing puzzle piece. chan swallowed all the moans you made against his mouth, his not leaving yours for a second. it was as if he thought that if he let you slip from his grip even a tiny bit, you would leave. you knew that he knew you wouldn’t, thought.

as you both started to run out of breath, chan pulled away. instead of reattaching your lips in another steamy kiss, he attached his lips to your neck, his tongue softly running over the bites that had already started to form. your hands tugged on chan’s hair again, but, instead of leaving the sanctuary of your neck, he slowly kissed down your body.

as he reached the wet spot on your white shirt, he smirked, looking up at you, tugging at the hem of the shirt. your eyes said everything he needed to know as he removed your shirt and threw it somewhere in the dining room. you would find it later, you thought. chan smirked at the sight. you had no bra on, which you normally didn’t have at this time of night as it started to get uncomfortable and nip at your ribs.

chan took this chance to latch his lips onto your right tit, the pebbled bud instantly getting the stimulation it needed. you whimpered as chan massaged your other tit, twisting the hardened nipple in his thumb and index finger. soon, he changed over, letting your nipple go with a soft pop before moving it to the other tit and giving it just as much attention as he did the right. he followed the same process with your right tit and rolled the hardened bud in his fingers.  

when chan eventually moved away from your tits, he left a small peck on each of the nipples, resuming his pathway down your body towards the waistband of your shorts. he slowly undid the bow tightening the waistband and tapped your hips, signalling for you to lift them.

“lift these for me, pretty” he says softly, looking up at you from his knees. you did what he said, lifting your hips up, planting your palms on the table below you for leverage. chan shimmied your shorts down your legs and hooked a finger into your panties.

he smirked almost triumphantly as he saw the wet spot that had formed on your panties, before pulling your panties down your legs. you didn’t see him throw them though, so you assumed he had just placed them on the floor somewhere.

“so wet and all i have done is suck on your sweet little tits baby” he smirked, talking in a teasing manner, you only whimpered in response.

it was so sudden, one second chan was looking up at you with that smirk you oh-so hated (loved) on his face from his knees, but the next he dove face first into your wet cunt, pulling your thighs over his shoulders and licking a long stripe up your folds. you moaned out, leaving one palm on the table and tangling your other in chan’s blonde curls. as he dove his tongue into your folds, he instantly found your clit, sucking and flicking his tongue over the poor sensitive nub.

as chan delivered a particularly harsh suck, you threw your head back and tugged harshly as his hair, but chan didn’t let out and instead kept going. you felt him smirk against your poor cunt as he flicked his tongue backwards and forwards over your clit, creating the best stimulation. but as soon as it started, he stopped, sticking his tongue out and pushing it as far as it would go into your hole, his nose bumping against your clit.

chan fucked his tongue into you, making you moan with the stimulation of his nose hitting your clit. he soon pulled his tongue back out of your hole, replacing it with his fingers. he pumped his middle finger in and out a few times before adding his ring finger, making you whimper at the slight stretch. he curled them upwards, hitting that spot inside you that made you weak in the knees. his mouth was soon back to your clit again, sucking and flicking as he fucked his fingers inside of you, making your eyes roll back as well as your head.

“g-gonna come channie” you whimpered out, chan didn’t let out, but instead went harder.

he delivered harsher sucks to your clit, making you moan out and begin to close your thighs around his ears. with his free hand, chan pushed your thighs back open and continued his assault on your poor bundle of nerves. you were beginning to get a lot more sensitive, the coil in your stomach beginning to tighten as you neared your peak. chan kept going, he didn’t stop for one second, not when it came to pleasuring his girl. you didn’t know he had removed his fingers until you felt both of his hands wrap around your thighs, pulling you impossibly closer to him.

you gripped the edge of the table, knuckles turning white as you moan loudly. you threw your head back, your eyes rolling back as pleasure took complete hold of you and made you see white. you didn’t know what had hit you until you came back to your senses. you felt chan lapping at your cunt, making sure he got every last drop of your juices and pecking your clit softly, making you you’re your hips softly at the overstimulation, before standing up and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

you panted out as you took in chan’s appearance. his hair was messy, his eyes filled with lust and love, his lips swollen and puffed up.

“made so much mess baby, was it that good that you squirted all over my face hm? made you feel so good you just had to let your juices get everywhere” chan teased. your face flushed red and you tried to hide it, to no avail. chan grabbed your face and pulled it back towards him, making you look at him. “don’t hide from me, i think its hot baby” he murmurs.

you stared at him for a few minutes before he grabbed your hips, standing you up and turning you around. he bent you over the table, and before you knew what was going on, you heard chan’s belt being undone and clothes hitting the floor. you heard another piece of clothing hit the floor, which you just assumed was his shirt.

then you felt it, chan’s cock prodding against your hole. he slid it through your folds to gather your juices before he pushed himself into your hole, filling you up to the brim. tears pricked at your eyes from the stretch.

chan knew you couldn’t come from just his cock, and it wasn’t his fault (from the countless conversations you’ve both had before, which ended in you comforting him by sucking his cock, and telling him it wasn’t his fault and a lot of girls couldn’t). you both managed to find a way that would make you come on his cock, which was him rubbing his clit. so in that way, it was pleasurable for you both.

chan travelled his hand upwards to your clit, pinching it harshly, eliciting a mewl from you. after a few seconds, you rolled your hips into chan, signalling that he could move. he did. he pulled out until only the tip remained before slamming back into you with so much force that the table beneath you moved an inch.

you mewled out again as chan pinched your clit, rolling it slightly but then circling it, making your hips buck from the overstimulation. chan kept thrusting as he did so, the sound of skin slapping against skin, along with your whimpers and chan’s soft grunts the only thing that was filling the room, followed by the squelch of your pussy that was taking chan’s cock oh-so well.

“taking my cock so fucking well baby, your pussy was made for me” he mumbled, messily drawing circles on your clit as his thrusts sped up, his hips pistoling into yours with so much force it kept moving the table bit by bit. “such a good fuckin’ girl for me yeah? fuck, you’re swallowing my cock so well baby”

it didn’t take much more before you felt the coil in your stomach start to tighten as you mewled and moaned in response, trying to grasp at chan. with his free hand, he intertwined his fingers in yours so his palm was against the back of your hand, pushing it down onto the table and thrusting a lot more harshly than before, before they started to become sloppy. chan’s fingers worked well on your clit, making you clench around his cock and spill your juices around him.

“god, i’m gonna breed you so well baby, give you all of my babies yeah?” chan groaned.

“m gonna come again channie” you whimpered out.

“yeah? then come for me baby, see if i can make you squirt again” he grunted out.

his words sent you over the edge, your pussy clamping down around chan’s cock, your juices squirting out around him. that must’ve sent chan over the edge as you felt him squeeze your hand and let out a long groan. chan kept thrusting and circling your clit, making sure you could ride out both your highs.

chan then pulled out of you, replacing his cock with his fingers as he pushed his come back inside of you. he then pulled you up so you were standing with your back to him. he left feather-light kisses to your neck, your legs trembling as he kept you up.

“did so good baby” he muttered into your neck, “let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” he asked rhetorically, although you nodded in response.

chan picked you up bridal style and took you upstairs to the bath. he ran it and lay you in it, against his chest which was behind you.

“what about the dishes?” you murmured tiredly.

“i’ll do them later baby, don’t worry yourself about them” he said, cupping water into his hands and letting it fall onto your body.

“are you sure?” you asked, moving your head so you were looking up at him.

“m sure baby” he murmured, looking at you with complete adoration, leaning down to peck your lips. in response, you nodded and smiled. “we could always go for another round before i do though” he said not-so jokingly.

“christopher bang!” you exclaimed, hitting his chest playfully. he laughed in response.

[kortsitron]

Corruption

✮ PARING Hobie Brown × Trans Male! Reader

✮ WARNINGS/TAGS reader realizes he's trans, pre-transition reader, religious themes, christianity, fluff, angst, supportive! hobie, reader is referred to as a girl/daughter in some moments, hobie and reader are both young adults, gender dysphoria, toxic parents, abuse, transphobia, cursing, reader is referred by she/her by his parents, happy ending

✮ SUMMARY A stranger comes to your town and helps you realize who you are

✮ A/N  If you know me, you probably know my opinion on Christianity and religion in general, but I won't lie, I kinda like the religious themes. Especially when it's about being taken out of it and realizing that the world has so much to offer once you leave it. I guess it's my type of thing since I have been raised as a catholic little ‘girl�� and now I hate religion with pure passion after having it shown down my throat for years when I was younger. One more thing, if you're not comfortable, please do not read this. I am aware there are people who can be triggered by any of the things mentioned in the warnings/tags. If you decide to read this, I hope you're going to enjoy it! <3

In a way inspired by confessions by @eyesxxyou

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You were such a perfect girl in everyone's eyes. Always so nice and polite, obedient towards your parents, in church every Sunday. You were so feminine, so lovely. Always wore those pretty dresses and skirts of yours, along with the necklace with virgin Mary on your pretty neck. And your gorgeous long hair. You were a perfection to everyone around you.

But you didn't feel perfect in the slightest.

You felt so wrong for some reason you couldn't quite name. Your body felt like a cage you couldn't get out of and you didn't know why. All you knew was that you wanted to cut your hair, hide your body under some baggy clothing and yell at everyone who called you a girl. But obviously you couldn't do that, no matter how much you wanted to. You didn't want people to look at you weirdly, to call you a freak. 

So you decided to stay quiet, knowing that nothing was going to change because you were too scared to do it on your own. Scared of judgment and scared of being abandoned. 

All you did was pray that your sinful fantasies would simply go away. But instead of them going away, something else happened. Like the prayers from the depth of your heart have been heard and finally answered.

You saw him after the Sunday mass, as you were standing next to your mother while she was talking with someone else. He was nothing like you've ever seen before. Those piercing glistening in the sunlight just like the spikes on his vest. The distressed pants with patches and chains. And those heavy boots. He was the definition of perfection, definitely not to those around you, but for you without a doubt.

You have caught eye contact with that beautiful stranger. His stunning brown eyes stared into yours as he smirked at you. He probably thought you were just a pretty girl, you assumed. After all, why would he think differently?

“Do not look at him.” Your mother scolded you, grabbing you by your shoulder and turning you to face her. You could see the disgust on her face. You’ve never seen her with that kind of grimace on her face. “I do not want to see you near him. I can already tell he's no good.”

She didn't say it, but you could already tell she saw him as the embodiment of everything that was sinful. And the last thing she wanted was her precious daughter to stray from God's path.

You glanced at the punk for the last time before your mother said that you were going home. He still watched you. He wasn't sure what it was about you that made him want to get to know you. But something inside him told him that you needed him.

Since then you saw him around the town, but you didn't dare to come close to him. You felt a rush of excitement in your stomach every time you saw him, saw that smirk of his. You didn't have anyone who excited you the way he did. But he indeed did excite you, but you couldn't even talk to him, being scared your parents might yell at you.

Everything changed when you were peacefully reading the bible on the bench next to the church. It was so warm and sunny, so you picked a spot under a tree. Your hair was made into a long braid that was getting more loose without you noticing. 

You then heard someone sit next to you. You looked up from the bible to see him. That beautiful punk, smirking at you shamelessly. He looked even better up close. 

“Hello, luv. I'm Hobie.” His voice was lower than you thought it would be. But it sounded so good, so smooth you could almost melt. His eyes looked from your face to the bible you held your hand, then back to your face. You started wondering what was on his mind. “What's your name, hmm?”

You bashfully told him your name. You weren't sure how to act. Was he expecting you to pretend to be this perfect girl everyone perceived you as? Or maybe he was finally someone that could let you be yourself? Either way, you were scared to find out.

He chuckled at your bashful reaction. Your cheeks got pink so quickly. You were just so adorable. And so… innocent. But you had a feeling he could see right through you. See that all of this was just a facade and under all of it, there was a real you, trying to get to the surface. Trying to be free.

“Have you ever listened to punk rock?” Hobie asked out of nowhere. You blinked. You? Listening to loud, unapologetic music? You could never do that. At least not without worrying about being judged.

Finally you shook your head and his smirk widened. “Darlin’, we have to change that immediately.” He saw you shake your head even more. 

You heard about punk rock. The unapologetic and loud music for brutal men who have abandoned God's ways and all the rules. At least that's what you have been told by your mother. “They are good for nothing but corrupting the minds of pretty girls like you. And I cannot let that happen.” She told you and you wondered if Hobie was that type of punk. The type to ruin you and corrupt you.

“I-I can't. I am not allowed to listen to that kind of music.” You looked down at the bible in your hands, you couldn't look Hobie in the eyes. You expected him to think you were weird for not being allowed to listen to what you wanted. But all you wanted was to avoid conflict.

Hobie's face went from confusion to smirk again. “Oh please. I can see that there's a little rebel hidden behind those pretty innocent eyes.” So he indeed could right through you.

You nervously played with your hair, wanting to both agree and refuse. And in a quick moment, your beautiful braid was untied. “Oh no.” You watched your hairband fall onto the grass. Hobie noticed it too. He moved and grabbed it, quickly cleaning it off from all the dirt. “Allow me.” He spoke so softly. You weren't sure if you should allow him to touch you in any way, but he just wanted to help you tie your hair, right? 

You decided not to overthink it, sitting with your back facing him, so he could tie your hair. You didn't expect it, but he was so gentle with your hair. No harsh hair pulling. His fingers parted your hand so nicely before he began to braid it. You almost melted.

And soon, you had your pretty braid again. Not as perfect as you could have done it, but it was still really nice. “Thank you so much, Hobie.” You said quietly before excusing yourself and saying you had to go. His eyes softened, he only nodded, asking if he could talk to you again. “I hate to say it, but I can't be seen with you.” 

Hobie sighed, his fingertip tapped at his lip ring, he seemed lost in thoughts. “And if we meet in secret?” He looked down at you, you were so short compared to him. “You can come over to my place, no one will know you were with me and I could show you some of my world.” He spoke so proudly when he mentioned introducing you to his world. And even though you technically shouldn't be meeting him, you were more than curious. So you agreed at last.

Obviously, someone saw you with Hobie. Your parents weren't proud of you for talking to him. You had no other choice than to lie, just like you did when it came to who you really felt about yourself. 

Yes, I like this dress. 

Yes, I like those shoes.

Yes, my hair is so pretty when it's so long.

Yes, I am a girl.

You had to lie, even though you wish you didn't have to. But you hoped that at the end of the day, when you were praying before going to sleep, God would forgive you for lying to everyone around you. He would understand, right?

So, as always, you lied, telling your parents that Hobie asked for some help because he was a newcomer and didn't know the town very well. Your parents weren't happy you talked to him, but knew, or at least believed, you were too good and polite to refuse to help him. They didn't think twice about it, allowing you to go to your room. They didn't mention Hobie braiding your hair, so you just assumed they didn't know about it, so you decided not to mention it either. It was better to keep your mouth shut.

You were careful when the day of visiting Hobie came. You told your parents that you went to study the bible at your friend's house. They didn't suspect a thing. You made sure no one could see you as you made your way to Hobie's apartment. And soon enough, you were in front of the door of his apartment.

You knocked lightly, heard the sound of locks being unlocked and then the door finally opened. You saw Hobie and he looked at you with that same softness like the last time. But this time he rubbed one eye with a cotton pad. You had a look of confusion on your face when you saw that.

“Come in, luv.” He moved so you could come inside, but instead of looking around, you watched him.

“Are you… wiping off your makeup?” The question sounded so stupid in your mind. Men weren't wearing makeup… right?

Hobie chuckled softly before going to the bathroom to wipe the makeup off more precisely in front of the mirror. You saw a few small eyeshadow palettes with bright eyeshadow in them, along with eyeliner and even two lipsticks. Even you didn't own that much makeup, you barely had any makeup since your parents didn't want you to paint your face like a whore.

“Yeah. I have been to a small party outside the town, so I wanted to look me best.” Hobie explained, before throwing a dirty pad into the bin. He then turned to you, it was obvious that you never saw a man wearing makeup before. You've never seen someone like him before. He allowed himself to check you out, you had a long skirt and a cute top that matched the skirt so well. “I am guessing you never wore the kind of makeup I usually go for?”

His hand grabbed one of the eyeshadow palettes and gave it to you, so you could see the inside better. You didn't think much and opened it. You hand one makeup palette and it was mostly light browns, one a little more glittery eyeshadow and two light pinks. But Hobie’s? It was so colorful. Red, blue, green and yellow. All of them so bright and pigmented.

He smiled when he saw your reaction, he felt excitement in his stomach. You looked stunned. “Why don't I finally show you that punk rock?” He left the bathroom and you followed him. His apartment was a little messy. Posters on every wall, some chokers and other jewelry scattered in some places and some clothes laying around. But his room was even better. It was so… him. You could see the room scream Hobie. Even more posters, a guitar. It might have been a little messy, but it had so much character.

Hobie moved to the old cd player and in the matter of seconds, the loud music played. Black Flag on full volume. At first you weren't sure what to think, but soon, you started loving it. You stopped caring about anything when the music played, banging your head to the rhythm. At first a little shyly, but then you were more confident about it, not caring if you were going to mess up your hair. You looked so happy, you felt so happy. It has been since you felt like that.

Even since Hobie came here, he finally saw your smile, the real and sincere smile on that face of yours. But he saw it falter when Can't Decide by the Black Flag started playing.

Sun's coming up and I can't decide

To spill my emotions or keep them inside

Go for a drive, go to the store

I'm looking for something that can't be bought there

I always wear a smile

Because anything but a smile would make me have to explain

And they wouldn't understand anyway

And they wouldn't understand anyway

I conceal my feelings so I won't have to explain

What I can't explain anyway

It hit so close to home, you almost started sobbing. Hobie saw it immediately and turned the music off. He sat next to you, one arm around you while he rubbed your arm with the other to comfort you. He barely knew you, but he was so concerned about your well being already. “What happened, dove?” He asked so quietly, almost as if he was scared he might make you start crying just by asking.

But you weren't ready to admit what has been going inside your head for months. And he could see that so well. A few tears went down your cheeks so you asked for a tissue. You smudged your makeup a bit, but luckily Hobie was able to fix it with the only brown palette he owned, the one had forgotten about since he never used it.

You gathered your things and apologized. “Don't apologize, luv. Just know you can come and talk about what's going on in that pretty head of yours.” You only nodded before leaving. 

Your parents weren't home by the time you came back, they were probably in the neighbor's house, talking and eating how they did once in a while. Probably praising you how good and obedient you were, and how they were happy to have a daughter like you.

And after that situation at Hobie's place, it became harder to pretend. It became hard not to cry when you were called a perfect daughter, pretty girl and beautiful woman. You couldn't wait any longer, you had to talk with someone about it. And the only person who would not judge you was Hobie. 

It has been a while since you talked to him. But you came back, trembling, looking like you were about to start crying at any given moment. Hobie didn't think twice, he just let you in, sat down on the floor while he seated you on his bed. His calloused hands found yours and he caressed them gently in order to comfort you.

And finally, after all this time, you opened up about what has been on your mind for all those months. You explained how you felt trapped in your own body, how you hated being seen as a girl and how much it hurt when you were called and seen as one. How much you just wanted to be yourself.

Hobie's eyes softened, his hand touched your delicate cheek as his thumb stroked it. You didn't flinch away from his touch, instead you leaned into his hand, enjoying the way he touched you. “Darlin’, I think you might be trans.”

“I might be what?” Your nose was already stuffed from all that crying, making your voice sound funny. Hobie sighed before his lips curled into the soften of smiled. 

“Trans, hun.” You still looked confused, but he wasn't going to blame you. You've been living in a place where you were too scared to be yourself, you couldn't name your feelings even though you have been feeling them for months. It was obvious these people weren't talking about things like that, at least not in the way that would make you want to explore those feelings.

“It's uh, it's when your body doesn't match how you feel on the inside. Like you, you have been born as a woman, but you don't feel like one, don't you?” You shook your head, of course you didn't feel like a woman. Thinking about yourself as a woman didn't feel right. 

Hobie got an idea. “Why don't you go to the bathroom and take all of that off? I'll bring ya some clothes and then you'll tell me how you feel.” He helped you with making your way to the bathroom and closed the door after you. You took off the dress, standing in nothing more than your underwear. It felt a bit less suffocating to not be wearing that stupid dress.

Soon, you heard Hobie knock on the door. “I have some stuff I think might look good on you.” You covered yourself with the towel that was near you, not wanting for Hobie to see your body. But he didn't even peek in, instead he held the clothes for you, letting you grab them before he quickly closed the door behind him.

You looked down at the clothes. Some distressed jeans with patches and studded belt, white shirt with some graffiti, which you assumed was decorated by Hobie himself and even some hand warmers to match the outfit.

You had put on the outfit and left the bathroom, only to see Hobie waiting for you. His eyes sparkled when he saw you. And he could see it in your face that you felt better. He looked so excited for you.

But you still had that long braid. “Let me…” Hobie murmured before you felt him touch your hair again. You weren't sure what he did exactly, but when you stepped in front of the mirror, your hair looked so short. It wasn't perfect, but you loved how your hair looked, way more than it looked in a braid, ponytail or any other hairstyle you were used to. You looked like a boy, and you were so happy.

At that very moment, you knew you couldn't go back to how your life was before. You couldn't go back to wearing dresses, praying to the God that probably never listened to you and did not care about you. You could no longer pretend that you were the perfect girl you were seen as until now.

Hobie's hands grabbed you by your shoulder. “Do you want me to call by a different name?” He asked, glancing at your reflection in the mirror as he rubbed your shoulders. You thought about it for a moment, before looking up at him and speaking up. “Do you think [Name] would suit me?”

Hobie chuckled and nodded. “Definitely, luv. Definitely.” He couldn't help himself and softly kissed your cheek. You were surprised by the sudden affection, but you enjoyed it.

“I want you to cut my hair. I want it short..” You said so suddenly, your voice was a little shaky, but you couldn't wait anymore. You have wanted to cut it for a while and you didn't want anyone else other than Hobie to do it. He was surprised by you. He didn't expect you to want to do it now.

“Are you su–” 

“Yes, I am sure.” You cut him off, you didn't want to be mean, but you couldn't wait any longer. “Please… I don't want to go back to what was before. I don't want to pretend to be someone who I am not.” You begged, you sounded so desperate. He couldn't say no to you when you sounded like that.

“Okay.” He said, giving your shoulders a squeeze before he took you to the bathroom. He brought a small stool and seated you on it. He grabbed a scissors, untied your hair, looking at it for the last time before he started cutting it. You squeezed your eyes shut, your stomach swirling with anxiety, as you listened to the sound of the scissors cutting your hair.

Snip! Snip! Snip!

You felt your hair, your hair that you got so many compliments on, tickling your arms and neck before it fell down on the bathroom floor. “Done.” Hobie said, his voice was flat. It made you worry. Did you look bad? Did he mess up your hair? Was it a mistake?

He brushed the cut hair off of you, before you stood up and looked in the mirror. It was not perfect, but it still made you feel good. You started sobbing immediately. “Dove? Are you alright?” Hobie asked, worried and a little panicked.

“I've never felt better.” You sobbed out and he sighed, relieved that you liked it. He hugged you tightly, being so glad to see you happy with who you were.

But it couldn't go on forever. You came home pretty late, still wearing the clothes Hobie gave you earlier. And in the hoodie he gave so you wouldn't be cold while coming back home. You knew confrontation wouldn't be something you were able to avoid . And you knew it wouldn't be a light confrontation either.

Your parents were sitting in the living room. As soon as you closed the front door behind you, you heard your father call you by the name you no longer wished to be called by. You took a deep breath, pulling a hood over your head before you entered the living room. Your parents eyes were immediately on you, your mother gasped loudly.

“What the fuck is that!?” Your father yelled, he stood up and grabbed you by the hood and yanked it off your head. He intended to grab you by your hair, but there was nothing to grab. Your lovely long hair was long gone and there was nothing they could do about it. In a way, that made you proud.

“What have you done to yourself!?” Your mother shouted with tears in her eyes. You've never seen her crying and you didn't expect her to get so emotional. She always seemed so cold. “Where's your hair? Your dress?” She's never been so panicked. “What will we say to the others once they see that your hair is gone? What will they think of us? What will they think of you?”

There was this need to apologize, turn the time back and never let yourself explore who you really were. But you weren't going to let this need win. You have been obedient for way too long. You were pretending for way too long and now? You were tired of it.

“I don't fucking care what are they going to think of me!” You shouted back. Both of your parents were startled by the fact that you just cursed. They never heard you curse, nor did they hear you sound so confident. “I have been pretending to be someone who I wasn't me for way too long. I am not going to let you decide about how I am anymore!” 

Slap!

Your father slapped you so hard you fell to the floor. Your cheek was all red already. You and your mother were both shocked. Your father was about to take his belt off and start beating you, but your mother stopped him. “I am sure there's something we can do instead of beating her up. People will notice and they might think we were the one to cut her hair off. We can buy a wig until her hair grows back.”

“I am not growing it back and I am not putting the dresses back on.” You hissed. Maybe you shouldn't have done that, but you ripped off the virgin Mary necklace off your neck and threw it.

Your parents were more than shocked at your action. “She must have been corrupted by that punk!” Your mother cried out. “What are we going to–” Your father lost his temper. Instead of beating you up like he initially planned, he grabbed you and threw you out the door. “I no longer have a daughter!” It was the last thing you heard before he closed the door.

Soon, your father started throwing your things out the window. All those gorgeous dresses and skirts flying out the window. Before you were terrified to even slightly rip them and now? You didn't care that they got dirty, they stopped mattering to you. You only waited for your father to throw your phone. You wanted to catch it, but it fell onto the concrete, the phone screen broke, but luckily for you, you still were able to use it. You grabbed some more important things that your father had thrown and then made your way to Hobie's apartment.

He was concerned, but both of you knew it was better that way. If you stayed, nothing would change and everything would go worse. More praying, more femininity, more pretending. But you weren't going to stay with your parents, luckily Hobie said you could stay with him.

You were laying with Hobie in his bed. You were so lost in your thoughts and he could see it clearly. Hobie laid on his side to face you, the tips of his fingers brushed against your jaw to get your attention. You turned to look at him. “You okay?” You put your hands on your face and sighed.

“I'm fine. It’s just… I've wanted to be myself for a while and I…” You paused for a moment, not looking into Hobie's eyes. In a way, it all felt unreal. Usually, you would now be in your bed, reading the bible or praying. And now, you were laying with a man you didn't know very well, but he gave you everything you could have asked for. Acceptance, help and hope. 

Your eyes finally met his again. “I didn't expect that it would actually happen. I thought I was going to be everyone's perfect girl until I die, but you came into my life and changed everything. Thank you so much for that.” You smiled at him, you were so grateful he came into your life. He smiled back at you and leaned to kiss your cheek.

“You're very welcome, luv.” 

You both left the town as quickly as you could since that happened. Now, it has been 6 years since the day you met him. Everything has been truly perfect since then. Your transition was going well and you recently had your top surgery.

And Hobie? He was with you the whole time. During the first appointment at the doctor, he helped you take your first testosterone shot and he held your hand both before and after the surgery.

Life couldn't be more perfect and you never felt more perfect.

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[thesupreme316]

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 😭

i gotchuuuuu sweetheartttt

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

Taglist: @hooks-martin @hookerforhook @wwenhlimagines @eddie-kingstons-wifey @triscillal @cassie0sstuff @sheinthatfandom

**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

Thank you for coming to my TedTalk

[edgessunflower]

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[officialchristiancagebbgirlblog]

2: “try and get some sleep baby”

34: “shh, it’s okay. I’m here now”

Hopefully this is okay, I made it into a sort of nightmare in which the reader wakes up to a caring Christian Cage. Any feedback is appreciated! Hope you enjoy! 🩵

Tag: @brideofinfamy

Warnings: none

Theme: angst and fluff at the end

Word count: 1407

Link to masterlist

Happy reading 🖤

“I know it’s not easy, but try and get some sleep baby.”

For the last few days, you had been really struggling to get to sleep. You weren’t sure where the problem was starting but all you knew is you were sick of sleeping so late all the time. Christian laid behind you, spooning your body while one of his cats happily nestled behind his knees. He mumbled sweet nothings into your hair, trying to help you get to sleep. Even though he was half asleep he still tried his best to get you as relaxed as possible before he drifted off into his own dreams.

“I’ll try, babe…” you sighed, feeling him plant a soft kiss on the back of your head and pulling the sheets higher up on your bodies. You went to say goodnight, but by the time you turned your head towards him, he was out like a light.

The clock by your bedside table read 2:13am. It wasn’t the time you wanted to see at all, having tried for hours to get to sleep. Strangely enough, you were tired enough to get to sleep but your brain was just refusing to shut off for the night. It’s not like you had even done anything crazy that night anyways! At best, you and your boyfriend, Christian, had just had a quiet night cooking dinner, watching a movie. Being in his later years, he preferred to stay in and hang out with his girl. There was nothing he needed to prove to anyone by bringing you out, showing you off to his friends to prove that ‘he’s still got it!’ He didn’t need to prove to anyone that he was still worthy of being loved by younger women. So he chose to spend his nights relaxing with you instead. He knew you didn’t enjoy going out and partying until the early hours of the sunrise, so it never took much convincing to get you to stay home with him.

You envied Christian for being able to sleep so quickly. As soon as you guys had got yourselves tucked in he fell asleep. Snoring away behind you, his sounds were oddly relaxing. They were loud, occasionally a little bit squeaky but it was just enough to help lull you into a restless sleep.

Once your eyes finally closed and you melted into the sheets, you found yourself standing alone in a hallway. Wide awake.

‘Strange…’ you thought aloud, ‘where is everybody?’

Wandering down the hall you could hear faint, illegible voices that went up and down in both tone and volume. Almost like a weird song? You couldn’t quite pinpoint who the voices belonged to but it definitely sounded familiar. Deciding to stop, you pressed your ears against a closed wooden door on your right to see if you could make out what they were saying. But weirdly, as you got closer you heard more voices that made it so hard to hear as you got closer to the wood. They were loud, distorted, and almost angry. But after some head movements, you found the sweet spot on the door that allowed you to make out at least some words. Sadly, though, it might’ve just been better to ignore them.

“She’s just so…and I don’t…why would he go…someone as young as…she’s just in it…for the money…he could do…so much better…”

‘Oh my god,’ you gasped, ‘is…is that what she thinks of me?!’

It took you a moment to figure out who the voice might belong to, and you felt your heart drop when you realised it was one of Christians friends. It could’ve been Shayna, or possibly Beth but you weren’t fully certain on which of the girls. You swallowed thickly, and with a tightness on your chest you continued down the hall. On your left, this time, was a new wooden door. Except this one was painted Green with a little peephole looking into the room. You could see the back of someone sitting, typing furiously on their phone and dictating loudly what they were writing. Whoever they were, they were practically shouting their words of hatred:

“What does he even see in her…why on Earth…date a younger…she deserves to be-“

Quickly and clumsily stepping back, you tried to spare yourself from hearing the end of that sentence. You felt the cool wall slam against your back as you stumbled down to the floor.

‘Oh my god, what’s going on?!’ You thought to yourself, head buried in your hands, body trembling. The tightness on your chest started to feel more like a weight. Like something was sitting on it, hot and kind of fuzzy? It almost felt like it was merging with the inside of your throat. After what felt like forever, you found the courage to lift your head only to be met with an open doorway. Looking in, sat on a lone chair in the middle of an otherwise empty room sat Christian. Staring at you. With no love in his eyes.

He didn’t say anything, just watched as you shakily lifted yourself off the floor to walk towards him. With each step closer, his expression became more sour and angry.

‘Baby, it’s…it’s me. What’s wrong?” You questioned, lips quivering. Still, he stayed silent and unmoving.

‘Please just say something! Anything!’

Slowly he stood from the chair, eyes trained on you with a scowl plastered on his face. He took a step forward towards you and placed his hands on your shoulders.

‘You disgust me…’ he spat out, beginning to shake you violently. With each shake, he shouted disgusting comments at you, spit flying all over your face as he closed the space between the two of you. You couldn’t move. You couldn’t even breathe. The man that you were in love with stood before you shouting abuse at you. Tears streamed down as you stared at his greying face, his cheeks burning a bright red of hatred. Everything felt like it was shaking around you, and you had the odd sensation of being lifted from the ground. But, his voice kept you distracted from everything around you. You barely even noticed his expression soften, his voice suddenly quiet and soothing.

“Hey, wake up!”

Sitting up in a panic, you almost shrieked. The heavy feeling in your chest quickly disappeared as his cat (who was previously cuddled up on your chest) tumbled down into your lap with a gentle meow in protest. She hopped away from the bed, unhappy with the level of respect. Apparently she didn’t much appreciate rolling down somebody's body. Looking around the room that was just barely lit with the lamp beside your boyfriend you realised where you were. Back in the safety of his bedroom. It was just a horrible nightmare. It still didn’t stop your sobs and violent shakes as you fell sideways into his awaiting arms.

“Oh baby, shh. Shh, it’s okay. I’m here now…” he mumbled, face buried in your hair, hands caressing your arms. You tried to speak but you just couldn’t get the words out between sobs.

“No it’s okay, sweet girl, you don’t have to say anything. I know you had a nightmare. You don’t have to tell me what happened.”

His reassuring words helped you calm down quicker, his soft hands acting as a fantastic distraction from the sadness. Finally you were able to calm down again. The tears had stopped flowing, the shakes were less violent. But that didn’t stop him from continuing to hold you, rocking you side to side. You looked over to him to see him flash you a warm smile.

“Are you feeling better now?” He held an open bottle of water to your lips, trying to get you to have a few sips which you gratefully accepted. Still feeling too upset to properly talk, you gave him a nod before laying back down under the covers. He placed the water down and turned off the lamp, plunging the room back into darkness. There was a brief moment of anxiety which quickly washed away as he nuzzled in next to you.

“Th…thank you.” You managed to mutter out, just loud enough for him to hear. Another kiss was given to you but this time on your cheek.

“I’m here for you sweet girl, whatever happens. Try and get back to sleep if you can, okay? I promise I won’t let go of you tonight.”

[heelbucks]

so i have a thought…

christian sharing his bratty babygirl with nick 😳

thank you for helping with this @nickswayne <333

this was fully self indulgent for us btw

minors dni

you had insisted on rewarding your man and his newest follower after the night they had. wrapped in a silk robe and beautiful black and red lingerie, you inch down the bed towards the younger male, his eyes wide. "christian, i-isn't she your princess? i mean i dunno if i can-" "go on nicky, touch her. she's yours tonight." the older man said to his latest project.

"yeah, c'mon nicky..." your voice trailed off as you wiggled down the bed towards the two men, your ass wiggling behind you as you crawled. "lemme show you how good i am.." a deep chuckle emerged from christian's throat. "i doubt you can be good for more than five seconds, but go for it princess."

you rolled your eyes at the dominant male and turned your attention back towards nick, who as hard as he was, was fighting the urge to stare at your wiggling ass. as you reached the edge of the bed, you turned around, sticking the object of his attention in his face. "please nicky, 'm so wet for you." you didn't lie, the lace now sheer with your slick.

the younger man pulled your panties to the side and dove in, eating your cunt like a man starved. his tongue making diligent circles on your clit, eventually adding two fingers to the mix. "oh nick, fuck me." you whined as you clenched around him, threatening to reach your peak when christian pulled his hand away. "daddy, noooo." your voice laced with annoyance while nick looked at him as if he'd done something horribly wrong. "let her cum on your cock, trust me, nothing beats watching her squirt."

as you wiggled out of your now drenched panties, nick pulled his sweats down. you watched his cock spring out, a little smaller than christian's but thicker for sure. "what do you say princess?" your boyfriend reminded you before you slowly shook your ass, and in a sugary sweet tone said "pleaseeeee nickyyy."

he obliged, slowly inserting himself, trying not to hurt you. he felt your walls flutter around him with every inch, finally feeling the tight squeeze as he bottomed out.

his pace was slow, too slow for your liking. "nick, 'm not gonna break if you go harder. i like it a lil' rough." christian laughed again. "a little? princess, remember the time i had you over my knee with my belt?" you giggled remembering the welts that had formed against the delicate skin. "yes daddy, i remember."

nick quickened his pace, the loud sounds of skin slapping on skin echoing throughout the large hotel room. getting annoyed he wasn't taking a hint, christian grabbed one of nick's hands from your hips and placed it in your hair. grabbing it tightly, they pulled back, pulling your head up with them. a loud moan escaped your lips. "she loves that, almost as much as she likes being choked."

finally feeling confident, nick wrapped his hand around your neck and squeezed slightly. "s-spank me... please nicky, wanna see your handprints tomorrow." you choked out. a tighter final squeeze before letting go, his hand came down on your backside swiftly. a proud nod from christian was all he needed to continue. still being awfully quiet, more focused on having you feel good, he continued alternating cheeks, leaving quite a nice amount of handprints. he felt you tighten around him each time.

"oh fuck, nicky, 'm gonna cum. don't stop. pleasee" your voice shifted an octave higher, whining out desperately for him to let you finish. "go on princess, cum for him. introduce him to our little circle."

that was all the permission you needed, going over the edge. your walls tighten around nick as he grabbed your neck, choking you as your release sprayed back on to him. "that's a good girl." he finally spoke up, learning how you and christian spoke to each other. christian patted him on the back, "now you're getting it kid. can't waitt to show you all my princess has to offer."

[midwestmade29]

✧ ALL of my stories are considered to be 18+ only, unless stated otherwise. Minors do not interact. I only write about All Elite Wrestling. ✧ Wrestlers I have written about so far:

Adam Cole

Adam Copeland

Christian Cage

Darby Allin

Eddie Kingston

Hangman Adam Page

House of Black

Jay White

Kenny Omega

Matt Jackson

Nick Jackson

Nick Wayne

Swerve Strickland

Will Ospreay

✧ I plan on expanding my list as time goes on. There are still a few wrestlers I like that I haven't gotten to yet!

♥ Have a question/suggestion/request? Don't hesitate to reach out ♥

Adam Cole: •[Challenge] -Smut •[Heat] -Smut

Adam Copeland: •[Revenge] -Requested •[Trust] -Requested •[Here For You] -Requested •[Get Well Soon] -Requested •[The House Always Wins] -Requested

Christian Cage: •[Protective] -Requested •[Just The Way You Are] -Requested •[Surprise] -Requested •[Everything and More] -Requested •[Private Celebration] -Requested •[Little Moments] -Requested •[Blended] -Requested •[Valentine Request] -Smut •[Memories of You] -Valentine's Prompt story •[Milestone] -Requested •[Rekindled] -Requested •[Distraction] -Smut •[Prequel to Broken Promise] -Requested •[Recovery] -Requested •[Broken Promise] -Angst •[Changes] -Requestesd •[It's a Wonderful Life] -Requested •[High Stakes] -Requested •[Mine] -Smut •[Bonus Mom] -Requested •[Ice Skating] -Fluff •[Bubble Bath] -Smut •[Let It Snow] -Fluff •[Christmas Morning Proposal] -Fluff •[Do You Understand Me?] -Smut •[A Labor of Love] [Part 2] -Requested •[Dirty Talk] [Part 2] -Smut •[Head Canon] •[Choose Me] [Part 2] [Part 3] -Angst

Darby Allin: •[Communication] -Requested

Eddie Kingston: •[Unexpected] [Part 2] [Part 3] -Fluff

Hangman Adam Page: •[Wildcard] -Smut •[Highest Bidder] -Fluff •[For The Both Of Us] -Fluff •[Short & Sweet 2] -Fluff •[Cuffed] -Requested •[Short & Sweet] -Fluff •[Do Over] -Angst/Smut •[Missing Someone] -Angst •[Collaboration] [Part 2] [Part 3] -Angst •[Birthday Girl] -Smut •[Need You Now] -Angst/Smut •[Cowboy Take Me Away] -Fluffy smut •[Giddy Up] -Requested •[Cowboy Hat] -Smut

House of Black/Adam Copeland: •[Revenge] -Requested •[The House Always Wins] -Requested

Jay White: •[Frustrated] -Smut •[Stress Relief] -Smut •[Jealousy] -Smut •[Sweet Girl] -Smut

Kenny Omega: •[Never Alone] -Requested •[Biggest Fan] -Requested •[Playing in the Snow] -Fluff

Matt Jackson: •[Tease] -Requested •[EVP] -Requested •[Rectify] -Smut •[Christmas Lights] -Fluff

Nick Jackson: •[Solo] -Requested •[Proposition] -Requested •[Play With Me] -Requested •[TLC] -Requested •[First Kiss Under the Mistletoe] -Fluff

Nick Wanye: •[Smile] -Requested

Swerve Strickland: •[Bonded] -Smut

Will Ospreay: •[S.O.S] -Smut

Masterlist graphic by: @saradika-graphics 🖤 Divider by: @firefly-graphics 🖤

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

Hi are requests open for Christian Cage? Can I request a fluff one where he and female reader just have a lazy day? Preferably 2000s long haired Christian if that’s okay!! Thank youuu <3

Rest Day

Christian Cage X Fem Reader

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An: Of course! My Christian Cage Requests are always open! I also love the early 2000s so I had fun writing this one. I made this while rotting away in bed like a sick victorian child instaid of going to work today, whoops. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

Summary: Being two of the biggest wrestlers in the world ment constantly being on the road. It was exausing but rewarding. In the rare ocasions you had a day off all you wanted to do was lie in bed and do nothing.

Christian and I had been on the road for the past four weeks. That’s a whole month being away from home. Normally Christian and myself wouldn't take four straight weeks of bookings but it meant that we would get a whole four days at home between Smackdown and Raw. Four days off back to back alone was worth the four straight weeks of hell. 

The moment I stepped through the front door I felt relaxed. The weight of the wrestling world would be lifted off my shoulders for the next four days. I couldn't help but collapse the floor, the cool tile on my face was refreshing. “You alright?” Christian asked concerned “I’m so happy we’re home!” I told him “I know, me too but I need you to help me with the rest of the bags in the car” he said laughing at my sprawled out self on the floor. 

Once all of our things were put away I had a hot shower where I let my thoughts fade. I had four whole days off. I know that doesn’t sound like much but when you are a wrestler it’s a miracle to have four whole days off in a row. 

When I got out of the shower I was greeted with the familiar blond who I was lucky enough to call my boyfriend. “I can’t believe we have four whole days off Y/n!” “I know, all I want to do is just sleep. We can spend the next four days rotting in bed ""I can’t wait to just do nothing” Christian told me. “How about we go to Blockbuster and get some new movies to rent?” Christian asked. How could I pass up that? “Can we get snacks?” I asked “Of course!” “Deal” 

Our four days off consisted of watching movies, sleeping in till noon and dancing around the house listening to different records and Cds. I know it doesn’t sound like much but to us it was everything. There was just something about spending all night watching TV with your boyfriend eating ice cream knowing you don’t have to hop on a plane in the morning. 

[delilahcalicocat]

Hi! I wanna request a Nick Wayne x fem reader either fluff or smut is fine with me I just really need a story about him 🥺🥺

Thanks!

A/N: I chose Fluff, despite the other side of my brain wanting smut. I need a little nick Wayne Fluff. But if you want a more smutty approach you can always request part 2 <3

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{Rating: Fluff}

{Warnings: Kissing, Hugging, Friends to lover dynamic}

{Pairing: Nick Wayne x Fem!Reader}

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you were the sister of Kyle O'Reilly. Until you got recruited to the patriarchy. To join up with Christian Cage, Mother and Nick Wayne, and Killswitch.

It was really close to Christmas, so you decided one day at your house because you were off that day to make some cookies for the upcoming holiday party for AEW.

★

As the others started to show up, you stood proudly by your cookies.

Except no one really ate those cookies, except Nick. He was the only one happy with them.

You both were talking it up and went to walk out of the kitchen when you both caught yourselves under a mistletoe...

Everyone noticed it, while you & nick tried to play it off as if you didn't see it.

Everyone began to chant 'Kiss!' And you panicked.

Nick quickly caught your hands in his, and whispered something into your ear.

It was a confession of his feelings, you snapped up and hugged him.

Then you both kissed

"Oh god are they together?" Jon Moxley asked Christian.

"I don't really care what they do, as long as he treats her right."

[sulfurz]

ೃ༄ HOW IT BEGAN (christian cage x fem!copeland reader)

ೃ༄ PAIRING: christian cage x fem!copeland reader

ೃ༄ REQUESTED BY: anon

Hi honey! I absolutely loved the Christian imagine! Anyway I can request a branching off of that? Could I request a Christian x Female Copeland!Reader headcannon about his and the reader’s relationship from the time they met to maybe present day of him being in AEW?

ೃ༄ WARNINGS: fluff, mentions of pregnancy

ೃ༄ WORD COUNT: 1.3k

you heard about jay before you first met him.

you were a few years younger than adam, not by much, but enough that your older brother made it his mission to annoy the living daylights out of you daily. you were convinced he used his friends to do this.

you knew of jay via adam visiting his friends houses — right from when you were young up until your early teens. adam would not shut up about the man, and by the time the two of you finally met, you were fed up of hearing the name.

when you finally met him, you thought he was just as annoying as your older brother. you’d quite literally hide in your room to avoid the duo whenever they were hanging out at your house.

sometimes, jay would stay over for dinner, and your mother would all but force you to talk to the man. adam always enjoyed how uncomfortable these dinners made you, and would do everything in his power to wind you up beyond compare.

you got used to his presence around the house: always playing video games with adam or practicing their skills in the backyard. in many ways, jay became like an older brother of your own.

this was solidified two weeks before adam and jay graduated from your school. you were waiting for your friend to pick you up when a bunch of girls you had been having trouble with cornered you.

just before they could reduce you to tears, jay appeared. he was quite favourable amongst the younger classes, so the second he came to your rescue, the girls backed off.

he took you home instead, telling you it wasn’t worth going out with your friend in that state.

you missed him when he left.

of course, you missed adam more than anything: your brothers presence was annoying, but without him the silence felt lonely.

dinners with your mom weren’t the same without adam and jay there.

when adam called to tell you he was finally getting his wwf debut, you and your mom travelled from canada to go and support him.

jay was there too, of course, sitting backstage cheering on his best friend for making it — but he had grown up a lot.

his hair was even longer now, and he had grown a lot physically. you were pretty sure he could snap you in half if he wanted to, and you’d honestly welcome it (not that you’d ever tell your brother that).

when jay saw you, his entire face lit up and he rushed across the backstage area to spin you around.

“you’re old.” he commented, referring to your age.

“you’re huge.” you couldn’t resist responding, not bothering to hide how you ogled his muscles.

jay wouldn’t tell you then, but he blushed.

you visited a lot more in the months that followed, travelling to see your brother wrestle, and jay was always there — and you couldn’t help yourself in staring.

not too long after adam’s debut, you started training yourself, having been inspired by your brother. this was the spur that jay needed to get close to you.

when jay debuted himself, under the ring name christian cage, the year after your brother, you made it your mission to be front and centre for every early match.

when he wasn’t training for himself, he was helping you train and spar in the training centre.

it was just before your own debut that the dynamic between the two of you changed.

you had been told their plans to debut you soon, a natural heel following in your older brother’s footsteps, and jay was determined to help you look good on your debut.

your sparring matches increased tenfold, and who could blame you if in the middle of all the sweat and exertion, body on body, you started to want a little more?

your first kiss wasn’t the romantic story everyone expected: it was reckless and downright filthy.

after executing a move that had you cornered against the ropes during one of your many training sessions, jay had moved to pull you up, but unexpectedly crashed his lips against yours.

one hot and heavy makeout session against the ring later, and the two of you tried something. it took time to adjust to the new dynamic, but once you were used to it, you allowed yourself to fall for him quickly.

when you debuted, he was there holding your hand (secretly) the entire time backstage. he gave you hugs and kisses and told you how proud he was of you.

the wwe universe caught glimpses of you two together, and there was many a question about the nature of your relationship. so much so — adam actually questioned you on it.

you panicked and lied to him, saying you were just friends.

it didn’t take long for the truth to come out, adam having barged into your hotel room one day that you left the door unlocked to find you and jay very much making out on the bed.

he didn’t know how to react — he avoided you for a while.

he wasn’t even upset the two of you were dating, he was more hurt that you didn’t think you could tell him.

eventually, everything fell in place and the three of you became an iconic stable in the industry.

you were successful in your own solo career too.

jay proposed to you after you won the women’s championship.

you both fought over who got adam as a bridesmaid/groomsman.

when jay was on one of his many mini retirements, still unlikely to wrestle whilst being considered a concussion risk, he still came to shows with you.

you hadn’t told him your own plans for retirement, nor your reasons why.

the fans, and jay alike were confused why your name wasn’t on the summer slam roster when you were such a star in the wwe universe. they thought maybe you were injured, and some even went as far as blaming management for keeping you out the show.

jay couldn’t understand why he had to come along if you weren’t wrestling, but he followed to appease you.

imagine everyone’s surprise when you came out for a promo mid show — even more so when you announced your immediate break from wrestling.

truthfully, you were ready for new adventures, and you had the biggest one ahead of you.

just like it had all begun, in a wrestling ring, you announced to both jay and the world that you were expecting a baby.

jay cried, he ran straight into the ring to hug you to cheers and celebratory songs from the crowd.

the wwe universe was sad to see you go, but you took up a job commentating for them instead.

your son was everything to you, and he was jay’s best friend.

adam cried more than anyone when he met his nephew, which, of course, jay laughed at him for, before proceeding to cry with him.

when jay returned for one last royal rumble, you sobbed quite a bit. he wouldn’t know, you did most of the crying backstage standing with beth, but seeing him and your brother reunite in the ring? it really got to you.

he wasn’t sure when aew wanted him on board. it took a few weeks of discussion, mainly in which he questioned his own abilities, specifically with his age. you had to spend a while reminding him how physically fit he was, and building him up as much as you could.

you continued commentating for wwe whilst you observed jay in aew: he was truly having the time of his life back in the ring and you loved every second watching him.

having him back on the road travelling again was weird, but he always made sure to facetime you and your son whilst touring.

when he did return home from touring each week, he wouldn’t let you do anything. he’d cook, he’d clean, he’d give you massages — that night was all about you.

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i feel like you'll see the vision really well with this one

a lil flash between , reader comforting lando after (tw) bahrain (telling him he is not in fact a shit driver/things will get better/etc) , and then having an i told you so moment after silverstone

LOVE THIS!

fluff, angst

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silverstone, july 2023

you stood at the back of the garage, counting down the laps until you’d see his face, watching as the team prepared to scale the pitwall and welcome him back, the people’s winner of the british grand prix.

you knew what he was capable of, you’d always known and now he was proving it, just like you’d said he would.

and when you saw that smile, that elated, heart stopping smile that beamed all the way into space as he shook his messy curls out, bahrain was a distant memory.

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bahrain, march 2023

“i can’t do it.” lando was pacing the cramped space of his drivers room, like a wild animal forced into a cage. “i should have broken the contract when i had the chance.” he muttered.

“hey, hey, stop that.” you were firm with him when he got like this. “over my dead body were you going to redbull to be christian’s bitch.”

he paused briefly to shoot you a glare.

“the car is shit, the team is going to shit, the new kid was up my arse the entire race. i cannot fucking do this.” he ranted, agitating himself further.

“okay, leave oscar out of this. you were the new kid once.” you reminded him. “sweetheart, if anyone can drag that shitbox back to the front it’s you.” you waved your finger at him to emphasise your point.

“back to the front? from p fucking seventeen?” lando was raking his hands through his hair now, furiously anxious. you hopped down from his massage table where you’d been swinging your legs, jumping into his path.

your hands found the flushed skin of his face, thumbs smoothing over his cheeks. his eyes squeezed shut, refusing to meet your gaze.

“baby, look at me. look at me, lando.”

slowly, his eyes fluttered open and you wanted to cry. you could see the storm raging, his eyes damp, ready to flood.

“you will come back from this. you will fight this and you will win. i will watch you win.”

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lando was sprinting towards you, your body flush against the cool metal of the barricade. your eyes were watering, your smile painfully huge, even when he wrapped his arms around you and kissed you harder than ever. he pulled you close, tight, lifting you off of your feet. the barrier between you did little to restrict you, nor did the obnoxiously excited chants of the team, the sea of papaya surrounding you.

“you did this for me. you brought me back.” he whispered into your ear as you felt your feet touch the ground once more.

“it was all you.” you smirked at him.

“i know you wanna say it, so you might as well.” he teased.

“i told you so, you idiot.”