#christian cage is a warning himself

[madhatterbri]

Daddy Issues | C.C.

Summary: You take Christian to your family cookout. Christian being Christian.

Author's Note: Don't take this seriously. At all. Please.

A family cookout is the perfect time to mingle with family and friends. You can catch up on all the important events you missed out the past year. Your family had a cookout every year and this year you made sure you were going. This was the first time in two years you had a new man. A coworker of yours named Christian Cage.

You were worried about taking him at first. He was different then the other men you dated. Sometimes he could be a jerk.

"We are only staying here for an hour, right?" He asked impatiently. Your eyes widened in shock. Your childhood cat almost lost one of his nine lives underneath his car. "I can't believe you actually grew up in Miami,"

"I promise only one hour. Be nice," you whined and kissed his cheek. Christian grumbled yet nodded. He stepped out of the car and looked around in disgust. At least the hour was already counting.

He walked to your side of the car and held your hand. Due to the popularity of the family cook out, the two of you had to walk down the sidewalk to get your family home. Christian made snide comments about the neighborhood. His remarks were worse when in front of your house.

"Are your shots up to date? I don't need you getting tetanus or getting me sick,"

"Christian, the house is fine. Some of my cousins are doctors,"

"My baby!" Your mom shrieked seeing you through the porch door. Christian opened his mouth to make a comment. You glared at him and he decided against it. "Come in. Please come in,"

"Thanks," Christian smiled pushing past you and through the door. Your mom looked at you confused yet didn't say anything. She knew how much you loved him. "Why don't you get me something to drink?"

You decided to introduce Christian to your family. He managed to practically insult all of them. Your police officer cousins were only cops because they made straight C's in school. Your brother was a high school football coach because he was a hack that couldn't make it to the big leagues. Your little sister was wasting her time singing at bars. She was never going to make it as a singer.

"Honey, are you sure?" Your mother asked with a high pitch tone. Christian was in the bathroom leaving the two of you alone in the livingroom. The two of you stared at a picture of your father. "Your father would be rather... shocked about Christian,"

"You didn't tell me your father was dead, sweetheart," Christian spoke and placed his hands on your shoulder. He rubbed your upper arms affectionately. Anyone that saw this would think he was finally being a good boyfriend. He was only thinking of himself. "I'm so sorry,"

"He died when I was a child. Hey, I haven't shown you my old room," you remembered. The hour you promised was almost over. He hadn't been ran out of the party yet. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.

You grabbed his hand and took him upstairs. Your family speaking in Spanish talking about him.

"Don't make fun of me," you giggled and opened the door.

"No promises," he replied. You were positive he wasn't kidding.

Your old room was a typical teenage room. Multiple posters and pictures of your family and friends littered the walls. Trophies of different sizes were placed on bookshelves. Stuffed animals laid neatly on your bed.

"Why didn't you tell me you didn't have a father?" He asked. Christian locked the door behind him. You turned around.

"It's been an hour. We should go," you chuckled nervously. He placed a hand on the side of your neck giving it a soft squeeze. His thumb ran your bottom lip down. A twisted smile plastered on his face.

"No wonder you like to call me daddy,"

[thesupreme316]

Aew reacts to you falling asleep in most random places or falling asleep on them

You can choose either one

Orange Cassidy x Fem!Reader, MJF x Fem!Reader, Kenny Omega x Fem!Reader, Hook x Fem!Reader, Eddie Kingston x Fem!Reader, Ricky Starks x Fem!Reader, Christian Cage x Fem!Reader nick Wayne x fem

AEW STARS React to: You Falling Asleep in Random Places/On Them

Pairings: Orange Cassidy x Fem!Reader, MJF x Fem!Reader, Kenny Omega x Fem!Reader, Hook x Fem!Reader, Eddie Kingston x Fem!Reader, Ricky Starks x Fem!Reader, Christian Cage x Fem!Reader, Nick Wayne x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 937

Supreme Speaks: hey yall, i'm keeping my promise. Hopefully this is the start of making up for lost time, sorry for being away. I miss writing tbh. But antiways, thanks for being patient. NOW BACK TO MY SCHEMES. Plz remember that you are loved and appriecated.

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

Warnings: slightly proofread, failed comedy, GIFS AINT MINE AGAIN GIFS AINT MINE (rights are to the original creators)

Orange Cassidy (Random place):

He’s not fazed

Homeboy is impressed that you can fall asleep anywhere

In fact, he joins you

He has seen you in every random place in the house

Bathroom, linen closet, the kitchen, and how you fell asleep on the steps of the porch??

He’ll never know

It’s a regular occurrence to play “Where’s Y/N?”

One time Trent and Kris came over and saw the two of you sleeping on the porch steps

He just left a sign beside y’all that said “come back later”

After your neighbor called the police for a wellness check

MJF (Random Place/On them):

He thought you were joking when you said you can sleep anywhere

But was genuinely concerned about how you fell asleep in the laundry room

Makes fun of you on Twitter and uses your pictures to describe other people’s matches

If you fell asleep on him, he would melt

I think he would show off that his S/O is sleeping on him with a smirk

Would yell at someone for disturbing you and would blame the other person for you waking up

“No babe, it was Adam’s dumbass voice that woke you up, not me.”

Will bring you closer if you move in your sleep

But make no mistake, if his cat falls asleep on him, you’re sleeping on the floor

Hook (On them):

I can see this man being stiff as a log when you fall asleep on him

Strokes your hair to keep you calm

Doesn’t eat chips for fear that they will awake you

He woke you up once…and that was enough for him

Only answer his friends if they’re asking yes or no questions (will only nod)

Drapes a blanket over you if you don’t have his hoodie on

Eventually, he will fall asleep with you

But he quickly moves to sleep next to you cause you a wild sleeper

One time you were boxing him in your sleep…and won…

Eddie Kingston (Random Place/On them):

Mans would try out your random sleeping places before waking up and crawling back in the bed

“I don’t know how lil mama does it…that shit hurt.”

However, he made a ranking list and the best place is the dining room floor

Finds it funny yet very disciplining, might use it as a punishment for when he misses workout sessions

Will carry you to bed with him cause again….he aint doin that shit

When you fall asleep on him, he just becomes a big ole teddy bear

If he needs to argue or tell someone off, he’ll whisper yell

Will make sure that you are warm by wrapping his hoodie over you

Once you’re asleep, Eddie will never move you or himself

Ricky Starks (On them):

I feel like as long as you don’t drool you’re fine

Or leave makeup on his shirt

If you do, you won’t hear anything about it until you wake up

“I love you babe, but next time, there will be a paper towel barrier.”

Tbh, depending on how tired he is, Ricky will fall asleep on top of you

I can see him just talking you to sleep per your request

Even after you fall asleep, Ricky still be talking cause why not

Like those above, he will scold people if they disturb you

Will put your phone on dnd

Kenny Omega (Random place/weird positions):

At first, cause he couldn’t find you, he would be in distress

He would look in every single bedroom or cushion-based location

Would feel better once he finds you in the bathroom tub (cause he heard your snoring)

I think Kenny would catch on to your locations very quickly

But if you find a new one, he’ll add it to your location list

Knowing Kenny, he would make this into a bit on Being The Elite (BTE)

Like every time there is a fight or argument, you are seen sleeping in a weird position (like back twisting or somethin)

“Y/N sleeping so we have to fight in slo-mo”

Christian Cage (On them):

MANS WOULD FEEL SO PROUD AND POWERFUL

He would feel so happy that you feel comfortable enough for you to fall asleep on him

Anytime you get sleepy, it doesn’t matter where you are, he will offer his shoulder or chest as a pillow

Places kisses on your forehead while your sleep

He moves a lot tho, not on purpose

But you quickly got use to it and would snuggle closer to him

Would use you sleeping as an excuse not to fight

“You better be lucky that Y/N is sleeping or I- wait, I don’t need to fight anyways. Luchasuarus, get him.”

Nick Wayne (Random place):

I am 100 percent certain that this man is easily influenced

Therefore

He will follow suit with your weird sleeping habits

If he sees you sleeping, he sleeping too so move over

Like Cassidy, he would actually like the random sleeping places

He would fall asleep anywhere

I feel like when’s he stressed, he would just sleep in a random place…even if he’s at work

Christian and Luchasuarus would be like where is Nick

And Nick would be asleep on a ladder

[gurugirl]

Forgive Me, Father | Part 1

Summary: Harry is a priest with a dark secret but he's got a big heart and he's looking for someone special to share it with. When Y/n confesses her sins, he thinks she might just be the one.

A/n: Part 1 of 3 - this is 16k words. I haven't really written anything with this type of dom/sub play before - though this first part doesn't get too deep into it, you'll know it when you read it.

Warning: Dom/sub dynamics, mentions of religion and sin, floggings for pleasure and penance, mentions of sexual situations and masturbation, sexual tension, mentions of caging, punishment, cheating

| Read on Wattpad | Priestrry Masterlist

Harry was a holy man despite his particular desires. He became a priest relatively young but he took all the necessary steps; went to seminary for four years, studied theology and philosophy as an undergraduate, made his vows then became a man of the cloth. He was a deacon, his transitional role for just over a year in Manchester the first time he felt tempted by a beautiful young woman in the congregation. But he resisted. He knew the devil was trying him. But his holy side won out over his flesh.

He desired to act on his flesh, though. And he might have if he’d been given a moment alone with the young woman. He imagined what it would be like but it was easy to resist when he hadn’t really had a real opportunity. All his formative years had him at all-boys schools as well. His four years in seminary were spent amongst young men his age. It wasn’t until his fourth year at seminary that he realized he was even attracted to men. The realization was a difficult one for him at first, being a man of God, a Christian on the path to priesthood. It was troubling to him so he pushed his sexual desires down until they only manifested in his sleep with salacious dreams and waking up wet in his underwear.

When he finally became ordained and was given his own congregation he felt he’d made it at last. The road to get where he was took a long time. The diocese wouldn't take a man under 30 in many cases, so he found a place that would because he knew in his heart he was ready. There were no shortcuts to becoming a priest, a five-year-long journey at minimum. For many, the transitional period took a lot longer than it did for Harry. A year of transition as a deacon is the minimum and that’s all it took for Harry to be called by God to his own church.

Being a 27-year-old man with his own congregation in small-town Wisconsin felt daunting. Harry was not from the US and he’d never been to Wisconsin before arriving in the town. The parish was near the shores of Lake Michigan. It was quaint and quiet but it was home to nearly 100,000 people. Not so small that he'd be lacking for company.

Harry worked and lived in the same buildings for three years diligently. He was kind to his congregation, a good priest and leader, made friends with many of the people who were members, and always had a warm meal offered to him through an invite to come to the houses of families who attended his services.

He didn’t always take them up on the meals. Harry enjoyed being alone at the end of the day but most evenings he’d find himself at someone’s home eating a big dinner with people he usually considered family. On his 30th birthday, his congregation held a small surprise potluck for him after service one Sunday. He felt blessed to have such a wonderful group of followers. He truly loved them.

On a Friday evening, Mrs. Brockton had called Harry and invited him to dinner. Harry had a feeling deep down that he should say no. But he liked Mrs. Brockton. Maybe he liked her a little too much. He would never act on the carnal, it was in his vows to remain celibate, though the rules had been loosened somewhat over the years for priests, Harry was invested in the old way of doing things. God and his priesthood came first for him. The sin of lust led many to take a husband or a wife just for the sake of their flesh. Harry would not give his heart to anyone but God.

But part of that reasoning for going to the extreme with his vows was because of his unsavory desires. He never acted on them, but he fantasized and would have vivid dreams of the things he wished he could play out in real life. There was an aspect of denial of the flesh that he got off on as well. It made him feel superior in some ways; the continual denial of his lust and sin.

A man of thirty years, he was still a virgin, and happily. Proudly even. He also could count how many times in his life he'd masturbated when he became weak to his flesh. He rarely sinned in such a way but when he did it was always atoned for with a flog at his back and his chest.

Harry brought with him only his Bible when he arrived at Mr. and Mrs. Brockton's home. She told him not to bring any food or drink, but that she would have everything taken care of.

And she most certainly had everything taken care of. Down to the detail she conveniently forgot to mention, that Mr. Brockton was gone for a work trip in another city for the evening.

"I cannot stay Mrs. Brockton. I hope you do understand. We must at all times keep even the appearance of evil at bay. If others were to know I was here without Mr. Brockton they could get the wrong idea," he spoke as he clutched the Bible over his heart. The home smelled divine. She'd obviously been cooking up something wonderful and she clearly had taken the time to freshen up her appearance as well. Not that she needed it. Mrs. Brockton was a beautiful woman, even Harry could see that.

"Father Styles, please. Can we address one another casually? You can call me Natalie if you don't mind that I just call you Harry. And... look, I know I should have told you but I'm lonely and I need counsel tonight. As a friend. As someone I trust to not tell anyone my problems. George being gone tonight is the only time I'll have for this. I wanted this to be private."

Harry frowned. He didn't love it when his members called him by his first name, but it wasn't the end of the world. He'd always been warned about getting too close, too familiar. Friendly was good, but there was a line. However, he supposed just this once, and for Natalie, he could. She seemed to genuinely need him and his advice. So he relented and they sat in the living room while the dinner finished cooking in the oven.

“Fath… Harry,” Natalie said as she looked at Harry flustered, “I don’t know what to do about George. He keeps going away on these trips and I’m starting to wonder if there is something else going on.”

Harry listened to Natalie’s story. She had the feeling George was cheating on her but she had no proof. During dinner, Natalie set next to Harry and her demeanor changed. She was lighter and bubblier as the subject had shifted. Harry had given her some advice but he ultimately told Natalie that worrying over something without proof would take her eyes off God. That it did her soul no good to jump to conclusions. However, even as Harry said that he wondered himself about Mr. Brockton taking off on so many overnight trips.

After the plates were cleared and Natalie brought out a bottle of wine to share with Harry, they moved back into the living area and sat on the comfortable couch to continue their discussion. Harry had prayed with Natalie before they sipped their wine.

Natalie loved the way Harry's deep voice called to God when he spoke the prayer. The way his intense eyes would watch her as she spoke. His pink lips were kissable and his hair always looked so well-placed.

Harry was an attractive man. Many of the women in the congregation would gossip about how good-looking the priest was. Harry was tall, well-built, and gorgeous really. He was also smart and so well-behaved around all the women that it drove some of them crazy. Occasionally some would attempt to dress in a way that would attract him, and catch his eye, but it never worked. Harry was committed even if internally he was lusting.

But Mrs. Brockton, one time, had seen how Harry looked at her when she wore a particularly low-cut dress to Harry’s after he’d invited a small group over for prayer after Sunday mass. He would sometimes invite members of his congregation over for a drink and to pray after services. This wasn't too out of the ordinary.

After two glasses of wine, Harry was feeling a little loose, as he normally does under the influence. It hadn't been much wine, but he didn't need much as he usually refrained from drinking outside of these social settings. So a little was all it took.

This is when Mrs. Brockton noticed Harry's obvious gaze at her bosom. He even licked his lips and then looked down at his hands as he swallowed thickly. She saw it all. So she tested the waters and went to him before leaving with her husband.

"Will you send me off with a quick prayer, Father?" Her intentions were not pure, and Harry could feel it in the way she spoke, the way her eyes roamed his body, and the bite of her lip.

But he indulged her because denying her at that moment would raise more questions.

It was a fast little prayer. Mrs. Brockton grabbed Harry's hands in hers and as he prayed he felt her warm fingers gently move across the skin on his hands. It filled him with lust. Just the feel of her skin on his hand. When he opened his eyes, mid-prayer, a quick look, her breasts were in view again and they were delectable. Harry darted his gaze from her cleavage to her eyes and she was already looking at him with the smallest grin on her pretty face so Harry quickly shut his eyes and finished the prayer before sending everyone away.

That night was one of the rare times he masturbated. He'd grown hard in his pants as everyone was leaving and Mrs. Brockton made a show of swinging her hips and with the little hug she gave him on her way out of the door had her pressed against him and he felt lust in his heart.

He felt shame for it and he knew she saw him looking. He hated that his body wanted to have sex. Normally all of his lust would be reserved for his dreams He would wake from dreams where he'd be fucking men and women and coming. He'd dream of having soft lips sucking on his cock or he'd be doing the same. Or he'd wake to find that he wasn't in between a woman's legs licking over her soft parts. In his waking life, he got no action. But in his dreams, he was a sex maniac doing ungodly things.

He'd gone to counsel about his dreams and had been told they were only dreams and that the flesh was fighting the devil inside of him when he was asleep, but as long as he didn't act on it while he was conscious, he would be absolved. It also turned out that other men of the cloth who remained celibate were afflicted with the same type of dreams. Though, Harry knew that his were of a particular caliber, and quite taboo so he never told the clergy of the details.

But now here he sat in Mrs. Brockton's home with her husband gone and she was wearing something that rose up her thigh as she sat. Harry did his best not to notice how pretty she was or how good she smelled. His belly was full of her delicious cooking and now, on his second glass of wine, he began to feel that familiar buzz and he was getting loose. Comfortable.

Mrs. Brockton moved to sit directly next to Harry on the couch and put her hand on his knee. She'd seen how he was looking at her. And once again, her intentions were not pure. She knew Harry was a virgin. She wondered what he looked like under all the clothes he wore. He was slim and tall and seemed to be particularly buff in his chest region with a nice tight ass. She wanted a piece of him.

Harry closed his eyes when he felt Natalie's hand on his thigh, but she acted as if it was nothing while Harry was reeling inside, being the touch-starved virgin he was.

"So, that was the gist of the play we went to. I really think it would have been better if they'd cast Ramuel as Moses instead of Carter. I think Carter did a great job, but he's too young, don't you think?"

Harry was barely listening. He was just trying to work on keeping his boner down. Mrs. Brockton was beautiful and Harry was easy to rile up so her hand on his thigh was sending him. Harry didn’t normally put himself into precarious situations like this for a reason. He wasn’t sure how strong he actually was. He’d been wise all these years to stay away from circumstances that put him alone with someone he felt attracted to. But now, he was here with Mrs. Brockton and she was coming on to him, or so it seemed. He was sure he wouldn’t be able to resist her for much longer when his mind started to wander with all the possibilities.

Suddenly he stood up, "I should leave, Natalie. Thank you for the meal and I hope my advice was good."

Natalie stood quickly and grasped Harry's wrist, "Please. Finish your wine first, Harry. It's a really good bottle, expensive, and I would hate to dump the rest. I can't finish the bottle on my own," she stepped in closer looking up at the handsome man, hoping she could persuade him.

Harry sighed and nodded. He could finish his glass of wine as a way to be polite. But he really wanted to leave because he was already thickening in his pants, his imagination was taking him down the dark road toward his lustful, forbidden fantasies.

"Okay. I'll stay and finish my glass. I do need to use the bathroom, however."

The bathroom was in the hallway near the two bedrooms. Harry closed the door behind him and turned the faucet on to drown out the noise of what he was about to do.

He felt he had no choice. He couldn't be sitting in Mrs. Brockton's living room with an erection so he needed to take care of it. It wouldn't have been proper to be around her in the state he was in.

"Father forgive me..." Harry whispered under his breath as he pulled himself out of his pants and spit into his palm. He stroked himself gently and swiped over his tip before spitting down onto his penis again for better glide.

Harry kept one hand on the counter to brace himself as he held his cock in the other. His pants fell to the floor after a couple of minutes of pumping himself and the belt smacked into the tile with a clank.

He was nearly there, almost done when he heard a knock at the door then Natalie’s voice, "Are you okay, Harry? I heard something..." and then suddenly the door was opening, despite Harry having been sure he'd locked it.

Natalie stood in silence as she looked down at Harry's large, swollen cock with his fist wrapped around it. She knew that he had big hands for a reason - the better to hold that large thing with. She stepped in as Harry tried covering himself but it had been too late. She'd seen what he was doing.

"I'm so sorry, Natalie, I was..." but his words were cut off when she lowered her hand to him and put her palm over the stiff cock, and wrapped her fist as much as she could, around him.

"Don't be sorry. Please, Harry..." she dropped to her knees and kept her hand on his shaft as she looked up at him. Her free hand smoothed up his thigh, where she saw a forbidden tattoo. His thighs were well-muscled and thick. She moved her fist over Harry and looked back up at him.

"Please. Let me help. You need relief, Father," and with her eyes on his, she kissed the side of his thick shaft and Harry groaned and closed his eyes. He had been so close to orgasm and now he was suddenly caught in the haze of lust and sin. He knew it would be easy to just let her finish him off.

He was powerless to stop what was happening. It was a dream he'd had for so long to have someone sucking him off. His flesh won out at that moment. He’d never had that kind of opportunity present itself before and he was surprised by how quickly he gave in once her hand was on him. But it felt so good. Better than he realized it would.

And Natalie's mouth was soft and warm and wet and Harry came so fast - as he always did because he was hard up. She slurped his cock and drank him down when he came with a moan and he pressed the back of her head down over him on instinct.

Harry tried apologizing again. He dressed in haste but Natalie assured him he had nothing to worry about with her. He'd only need to ask forgiveness from God but his secret was safe with her as long as her secret was safe with him.

And this led to other, more intimate encounters with Mrs. Brockton. She and Harry had begun a small affair. She took his virginity and taught him how to eat, as she called it. Harry had deep guilt about what he'd done with a married member of his congregation but she seemed to love it. She would even beg him at times. He had a hard time resisting her once he’d gotten a taste.

Soon, Harry learned that he was quite dominant when it came to sex. Mrs. Brockton loved all of it. He'd fuck her in the rectory and the confessional, but usually, it happened in the privacy of his parsonage. He would gag her and bind her to keep her quiet and then have her tied down and spread out so he could fuck her in any way she could take it. Harry particularly got a taste for anal. Natalie had never had her bum fucked before Harry but he was slowly turning into a man who craved and fantasized about sex all the time and he played out some of his unusual kinks with Natalie.

He issued her spankings with his hand and occasionally his flog, which he also used as his punishment for carnal, sinful thoughts, now it was used to whip Mrs. Brockton. He couldn't do it often, though, because Mr. Brockton would have taken note of course.

Eventually, though, Mrs. Brockton wasn't enough. Harry's appetite for the carnal was something unshakable. He'd been introduced to sex in the flesh and not just in his dreams, and now he couldn't have it often enough and with Natalie being married she wasn't available as he needed.

He'd find himself going into Chicago or Milwaukee and meeting women and men at bars. He began experimenting with what he liked and he really liked just about everything. He loved pain and he loved to issue pain. Part of it was because of the guilt he felt and the pain was a way to ask for forgiveness, but eventually, Harry stopped feeling too bad about wanting to have sex. And after a year of exploring, he felt like all the time he’d resisted temptation had been such a waste now that he knew what it was like. Harry was a sexual being but still held onto his spirituality.

He enjoyed being a priest but he also enjoyed being a man who loved to fuck. Loving God and fucking were quite equal in his eyes and now he would not ever be without either. But continuing in his priesthood in this way must change eventually. Harry began to come up with a plan that could have him being a spiritual leader who could also have deranged sex when he pleased.

It took some more years before Harry's plan started to come to fruition. He remained a priest in small-town Wisconsin while he enjoyed his flesh most nights of the week. Once, he had a young woman stay in his parsonage in a small cage, which she did so willingly. Harry would come and go as needed but when he'd return to his parsonage he'd bring his little pet out and fuck her dumb and then put her back in her cage.

Of course, she had a job and she had taken off only a week of work so she could be imprisoned and degraded by the hot priest. So that didn't last because she had responsibilities. But Harry wished it could have lasted forever. He thought how nice it would be to find someone that would want to be his willing captive to cage. To have someone he could keep as his submissive pet and do with as he pleased. He obviously wanted the person to also enjoy the scenario with him, he wasn't a monster. But now it was his goal. To find someone who could be his and whom he could do with as he pleased. A submissive who would never want to leave him.

He'd tried it with various people. At first, they liked it. Some wanted it more than he did. But it was a matter of finding the right one. Someone who he could connect with and feel engaged with and vice versa. He had a young man with him for a few weeks (which was the longest stretch he'd had one person as his pet) but eventually Harry came to realize that he needed something else. Someone else. The young man was lovely and might have been a great submissive companion for years to come, but it wasn't quite it. So he continued his search for the perfect person.

One Sunday during service, Harry caught the eye of a beautiful woman. He immediately imagined her waiting for him in his cage, tied up, blindfolded, red swollen stripes over her back and her thighs from the flog... Someone to keep forever. He tried to push the feelings down as much as he could while he was in the middle of his prayer but she was incredibly alluring.

Many times he did find appealing men and women but after speaking to them for a bit realized they wouldn't be quite fit for the job. It took a very particular kind of person to do the things Harry required. So he intended on meeting this beautiful woman and chatting with her. Typically, he could tell rather quickly if they could be a candidate or not. Normally people were not. Most of the time he settled for a good evening of sex instead when he would have much preferred to have found his companion.

But Harry was also alluring. In fact, once he began having sex regularly more and more people would recognize how attractive and persuasive the priest could be. His confidence increased immeasurably once he began having sex. His charm was undeniable. The man was irresistible to many. But of course, being a priest, most did not know the dark secrets he had. He kept his escapades quiet. Mrs. Brockton knew that he was kinky but they’d long ago stopped their tryst and he could trust her to not say a word to anyone.

The young woman who he spotted during his prayer was near the end of the aisle toward the front and to Harry, it appeared she was alone. The woman took note of how the attractive priest kept looking her way. His light green eyes lingering in her direction, the way at one point after a bit of a gaze he smiled shyly and looked down and she could swear she saw him blush. But of course, Harry was acting. He was putting on a show for her. To draw her in.

And it worked. When the service was over, everyone flocked to Harry as they so often did. The young woman lingered and waited for the crowd to thin before she approached the priest who looked like a god.

Harry saw her coming toward him from his peripheral. He knew she'd come to him. So when he turned to her he acted surprised and flattered that the new girl was coming to greet him.

And she ate up his act, combined with the underlying sensual nature of the way he would lean in to speak and his voice would drop so that only she could hear, the way he'd touch his lips "innocently", and the way his eyes took her in as she spoke, roaming her face and her neck as if to size her up. She felt like the only person in the world at that moment. But he was still very priestly, Godly, at the same time.

Harry decided to take his time with this one. He wanted to invite her over right away for a drink to feel her out but he wanted to play up the godly priest as much as he could. It would be a real test when it came time to learn what she liked. Would his being a priest deter her? If so, she wasn't the one. But, if it only drew her in more, if she was more intrigued by his godliness and still wanted to explore with him then she could be a good fit.

Harry had plans that evening to join a family at their home for dinner. The Sothebys were quite wealthy and Harry very much enjoyed being invited for dinner. They had the most lavish meals with the best wine and bourbon. Harry never drank much but he did enjoy a vintage cabernet sauvignon from time to time, or an aged, smooth bourbon on the rocks.

Tonight’s dinner had been a special occasion, according to Mrs. Sotheby. They had their niece with them to visit from out of town for a while. Harry was given a glass of a cab and directed to sit in the parlor with Mr. Sotheby and his son for a chit-chat while the ladies finished dinner. Harry truly did care for all members of the parish. He loved them and his empathy and kindness toward them were evident. Everyone trusted Harry and he was the best listener. It’s what made him so good at being a priest. Not only did he love God and knew the word well, he understood humans and empathized as a sinner himself. He loved listening to his members and giving advice. He enjoyed praying for them and with them. Despite Harry’s dark secret, his heart was big and he was loving.

When everyone was ushered into the dining room to eat, Harry sat in the spot he normally took closest to the window where the sun would oftentimes be shining in, but on this day, the sky was overcast and there was a cool breeze coming in from the North. Winter was on its way.

Harry had finished his glass of wine as Mrs. Sotheby brought in a tray with Beef Wellington surrounded by roasted vegetables. It looked delicious and Harry was hungry for Mrs. Sotheby’s cooking. And he just knew she must have used prime beef tenderloin in the Wellington because the Sotheby’s did not skimp on the quality of ingredients for all the years he’d been dining with them.

“Father, you’re low on wine. Here, let’s get that taken care of…” Mrs. Sotheby spoke as she turned toward the kitchen, “Y/n!! Please bring that bottle of Caymus with you, hon!”

Nearly fifteen seconds later she was there. Harry’s fantasy girl. He saw her enter the dining room with a bottle of wine in one hand and a bowl of bearnaise in the other.

She didn’t look at him immediately but he knew she was aware of him. She must have been. This dinner was made with him in mind, and it was also welcome for her visit.

Harry remained stoic as he watched her place the bowl down near the large serving platter and then she looked up to let her eyes land on the priest’s. She smiled and he watched her take a deep breath as she rounded the table toward him, “Here, Father… let me top you off,” her sweet voice could almost be tasted. Harry watched her move as she lifted the bottle and poured the red liquid into his glass. Her neck was slender and her jaw was soft and feminine. Her hair was pinned back on the sides, which was different than how she wore it a couple of hours earlier at mass. Harry noted the slight natural blush over her cheeks and he thanked her when she placed the bottle down on the table.

Harry was pleased when she sat next to him. She didn’t speak much but ate her food and smiled throughout. Harry noted she only had one glass of wine and that she seemed a tiny bit nervous. He wondered if he should address her nervousness with her in private or not. He was searching for any excuse to speak to her alone.

Dinner was amazing. Harry had his tummy full and two glasses of wine during dinner and then afterward a glass of bourbon on the rocks as he normally did. The men sat in the parlor once again to chat and wind down as the women cleaned up. But Harry didn’t like this setup anymore. He enjoyed chatting with Mr. Sotheby and his son, but he wanted to see Y/n and assist in clean up, like the gentleman that he was.

“I think I’d like to help clean up the kitchen with the ladies if you don’t mind, gentleman,” Harry spoke as he got up from the cushy seat.

In the kitchen, Mrs. Sotheby and Y/n were giggling about something and wrapping the food when Harry entered. Y/n quickly turned to see him and her eyes widened when she looked at Mrs. Sotheby. Both women stopped what they were doing and looked at one another with a secret in their eyes.

“Father, what can I help you with?” Mrs. Sotheby rang out as she continued her task.

Harry strode into the room casually with the confidence of a man who knew what he was doing, “I’m here to help, ladies. Felt wrong to let you two do all the clean up when you’ve also cooked everything and made this dinner possible. The least I can do is help out.”

Harry began to roll up his sleeves as he walked toward the sink, intent on washing some dishes and assisting in the best way he could.

“That’s really not necessary, Father. We love having you join us. I know you always insist on helping but truly, I’ve got Y/n here with me now and I think you should enjoy your conversation with Hank.”

Harry looked toward Y/n and she was wrapping up the vegetables with a small, shy smile on her face as she looked down. Adorable, he thought. He began to rinse the dishes in the sink and turned to look at Mrs. Sotheby, “I knew you’d say that. But I’d rather serve than sit.” Harry loved using corny sayings like that. His congregation ate it up and they always thought of Harry as someone who loved telling a good dad joke here and there. And he did. He enjoyed his dual life and cherished both of his sides.

When the dishes were done and the kitchen was clean, Harry finished off his glass of bourbon and prayed with the family before leaving. He had everyone stand together in a small circle and hold hands, being sure to stand near Y/n. Her fingers were cold in his large palm but he cupped her hand in his securely, occasionally loosening and then tightening around her fingers.

The prayer was a quick one but the feel of Harry’s hand around Y/n’s had her heart pounding. Harry’s work there was done. He’d eaten a good meal, had plenty to drink which would put him right to sleep, got to watch sweet Y/n blush and listen to her speak on various topics from time to time, and got her a bit flustered as well even though he hadn’t really done much. She seemed to fit his type quite perfectly.

He would have much preferred to have brought her to his bed to play with her at the end of the night, but he knew he needed to suss her out first. She was, after all, a niece of someone wealthy in the congregation and he couldn’t just go off and fuck her and then invite her to be his submissive companion. The work of getting the right one was a slow, arduous process that couldn’t be rushed. Especially when it came to someone that might be attending his services. He’d like her as a pet immediately but he could be patient to be precise in his actions.

The following week at mass Y/n was there again. Harry was happy to see her pretty face amongst the congregation and she kept her eyes on him as he spoke. Harry used his incredible self-control to not look her way as often as he wanted. And his self-control was certainly a thing he used in many circumstances. He was, after all, a man who’d abstained from sex for 30 years and who barely allowed himself to masturbate. But now, he’d been having sex for nearly three years and he no longer abstained from it or masturbation. But his self-control was still incredible and so not looking toward Y/n was not that difficult.

Harry had wanted to reach out to her during the week, an excuse to talk to her under the guise of giving her advice or counsel if she chose. But he stopped himself during the few moments of weakness in his mind. It also helped that he had a woman in his parsonage with him for a few days the week after meeting Y/n. So he wasn’t hard up, but he did think of Y/n every day, which was not his norm. The woman was meant to stay longer but Harry dismissed her Sunday morning before mass. They’d had their fun together, but Harry was not interested any longer. He was interested in Y/n now.

When service had come to an end, Y/n left quickly, which put a frown on Harry’s face. He spoke with his members and prayed with them as he always did and when he was invited to dinner with the Fortanels, he declined this time. He wanted to find Y/n and perhaps have a moment with her. He would never get anywhere with figuring out anything about her if he didn’t try to have contact with her.

So he did what any man would do who wanted to get to know a woman he was interested in, he called her. Not her directly, but he dialed the Sotheby’s number and asked to speak with Y/n when Mr. Sotheby answered the call, “Hi. It’s Father Harry here. I just wanted to see if I could speak with Y/n for a moment. I felt something in my heart that needed to be said to her today and I couldn’t find her after mass this afternoon.”

When Y/n spoke into the receiver Harry couldn’t stop his smile from taking over. He told her something he made up as his reason for the call and asked her if she’d like to join him the following evening for a small prayer group that he held on Mondays in his parsonage. Of course, Y/n was quick to say yes. She was intrigued by the handsome priest.

That evening, Harry didn’t have one of his regulars come over for a night in his bed as he normally would. He resorted to what many single people do, masturbation. He thought of Y/n’s smooth skin and her lips, her big round eyes, and her shy demeanor. On the very surface she seemed like a good candidate, but how could he know if she truly would fit into Harry’s world the way he wanted until he got to know her better?

Before the prayer meeting, where there would only be three others in attendance, Harry set up his room, put away his flog and ties, covered the cage, and locked his bedroom door for good measure. Then he set up the living space where everyone would sit, knowing that two of those coming were a couple and would sit next to one another, which meant Y/n would inevitably be sitting next to Harry. He readied coffee and pulled out two bottles of wine and lit a candle. It was his typical setup. Harry’s home was very plain. He didn’t have many things to clutter the space. Only a few pictures of his family from London and one or two knick-knacks that had been given to him over the years. His wooden floors had a large carpet covering the center and the furniture he used had been there when he moved in.

Y/n arrived first. Harry had a feeling she would. She was shy and smiley and polite off the bat. Harry ushered her in and gently put his hand on her low back, just the slightest touch. He didn’t want to seem like a creep. But with the way she blushed, he knew she liked it. She accepted a glass of wine and sat in one of the chairs Harry had put in the circle.

“Is there anything you’d like to speak with me about one-on-one before the other two arrive, Y/n?” Harry tilted his head and looked at the young woman with his own glass of wine in hand as he sat next to her.

“Oh, well, I think I would like to talk about something. Um…” but before she could continue there was a knock at the door to indicate the others had arrived. Harry gave her a disappointed look, “Stay after the meeting with me and we can talk about it then,” he spoke as he got up to open the door for the new arrivals.

Everyone had their fill of coffee and wine during the hour-long prayer meeting. Half of the time was taken up by Arthur speaking about his concern for the state of the world. Usually, the prayer meetings would include discussion and then prayer based on what was discussed, this time was the same. Y/n barely spoke but Harry could sense her eyes on him for most of the meeting. They sat next to one another in the small little circle and when they ended with prayer Harry took her hand in his and like the time before when he’d held her hand in prayer, he loosened and tightened his grip around her hand slowly, like a comforting squeeze. But when Y/n suddenly squeezed his hand back Harry smiled to himself as he continued speaking his prayer. Her squeeze was not subtle, and neither was the way she used her thumb to gently drag it along the inside of his palm.

When the couple left, finally, Harry and Y/n sat back in their respective spots next to one another and Harry prompted her to continue where she left off earlier.

Y/n’s cheeks were wine flushed, but she was not drunk, just cozy and warm. She licked her lips and sat up straight as if she was called on in school to answer the question in front of the class. She wiggled her bottom in her seat and cleared her throat, “I have been thinking of going to confession but I haven’t made it yet because it’s so hard to admit sometimes when I’m in sin. I’m here with my aunt and uncle because of things I did back home. Things I was interested in and it’s awful and embarrassing but I’m hoping here I can become new again and move on from my old ways.”

Harry rolled his lips into his mouth and squinted at Y/n as she spoke. He didn’t know of her past, “Tell me, dear. What have you done? You can skip going to the confessional if you do it here with me. It’s the same really. I’d be the one listening to your sins anyway. I won’t judge you. That’s not for me to do.

He was very curious as to what she’d done that led her to move in with her aunt and uncle temporarily and get away from her hometown. She was an adult who could have made her own choices and gone to any town, but she chose to come here to get away from whatever it was she’d done.

Y/n laughed and looked at her lap where her hands were clasped together before she lifted her head to put her gaze on the priest, “Sexual sin. I’ve had sex and I know I should wait for marriage, but it’s so hard because it feels so good. It feels like God wants us to have sex often, he made us to enjoy it, right? And that’s my problem. I just like it and I don’t feel as guilty about it as I should,” she looked back down and bit her lip. Her cheeks were especially pink now. From embarrassment or shame.

Harry was very interested. The girl was into sex and admittedly so. But who wasn’t really? Most of his congregation came to him for sins of lust when it came time to confess. There were hardly any virgins amongst his members, not even the ones who were single and publicly claimed to be.

“Your feelings are normal, dear. Sex is a very important part of how we express love and pleasure and it’s hard to deny ourselves of the flesh at times. We are all guilty of the sin of lust. Most humans are not free of that burden,” Harry kept his eyes on the girl and watched as she shook her head. She turned to look up at Harry again.

“Well, yes, Father. That’s true. But my problem is deeper I think. It’s not just the sin of lust and premarital sex, it’s sexual deviancy,” she whispered the word deviancy like it was a bad word, “I like things most people do not and it’s frowned upon, especially as a Christian. It’s part of why I moved here. I was found out,” she wrung her hands together in her lap and closed her eyes and sighed before she opened them back up to continue, “I was caught with a married man. He’d left me tied to his bed thinking his wife was going to be gone for the day. But she returned while I was there on her bed and now I’m here. Trying to be better.”

Harry was silent. He didn’t know how to respond to this beautiful young woman admitting to him the things she just had. And so openly. He wanted to ask her more about what she liked but felt that would be too much too soon. Inappropriate in fact. But he was bursting to know.

“I see. Look, we all have things that are hidden and dark. We do our best to deal with them in the kindest way we can in this life. The best thing you can do is to be kind to yourself. Don’t doubt you’re a wonderful person just because you have a preference for certain things,” Harry put his hand on her shoulder to emphasize his words. And he meant them. He always felt humans were too hard on themselves when it came to sins of lust and sex. He obviously had a soft spot for those who had lustful sin.

He watched Y/n as she leaned her head to the side toward where Harry’s hand was placed on her shoulder. She closed her eyes and stretched her neck toward his hand but then opened her eyes and looked at the priest, “Thank you, Father. That makes me feel so much better. It’s worse really, than just what I said but I’m too embarrassed to tell you more. I’m sure you’d cast me out like the devil if you knew,” she laughed and smiled at the man. His clear, bright eyes were on hers intently and they were beautiful. His smile revealed dimples on his cheeks and the bit of scruff on his face was so attractive that Y/n forced herself to not imagine what it would feel like being scraped against her face, or in between her thighs.

Harry noted how her gaze lingered on his. The way she looked at his mouth and how she looked desperate a little. The poor thing was probably trying to be good but deep down she just wanted to be bad. But to Harry, she was beginning to fill in all the little boxes he needed to have checked in order to find the right one. He couldn’t know for sure just yet, but he’d continue to find out more about her and make a determination soon. He just needed more time. He wanted to do this right.

Before she left they had agreed upon a schedule for Harry to counsel her and pray with her for her sins. They’d meet together every other day in his parsonage for as long as she needed. Which was just perfect for Harry. He’d get to look at the cute thing as she confessed her dark deeds to him and he’d lead her in prayer and with guidance. And Harry knew she found him attractive. Most people did really, but with Y/n, it excited him in a way he hadn’t been excited about in a long time.

At their first one-on-one meeting, Y/n had withdrawn a bit into herself. She seemed down and gave the priest very little information like she had the first night after their prayer meeting. He wondered if the wine had been a factor in the way she so honestly expressed herself that night. He’d need to work on that with her. Relying on alcohol as a way to feel more expressive and comfortable was worse to Harry than it was to have sex outside of marriage.

He still gave her gentle advice, prayed with her, and kissed her forehead before she left. He could tell she was struggling. But he could see how she was looking at him when he’d speak, how she kept crossing her legs and would squeeze her thighs tightly together, her flushed cheeks, and that was all he needed to know that she was aching for relief. Perhaps she was so overwhelmed with need and lust that she was pushing herself to close up. Which was probably a normal reaction. Harry had gone through the same when he first fought with himself to stop his sudden need to have sex. He would be patient with her.

In their following meeting, Harry was armed with a bit more information. After she left their one-on-one meeting he decided to search for her on social media. She had a pretty decent presence online. She was popular, had a lot of friends back home, and seemed like a normal young woman as far as he could tell. But then the further he dug he found some people who had mentioned her in their posts. Particularly one woman who seemed to greatly dislike her.

He came to find out that the man that Y/n had been caught with was this woman’s husband. She dragged Y/n and exposed her secrets in detail online. According to the woman, her husband had been seduced, and then he tied her to the bed as he left to go get help which is when the wife arrived home, as the man was out “getting help”. He learned that Y/n was completely naked in their bed where she was tied at the wrists and ankles. She had marks over her thighs, her stomach, and her back, likely from being spanked, but the wife posed that Y/n had done it to herself as a way to make everyone feel sorry for her.

This said a few things to Harry. First, was that he believed Y/n and that when she said she’d been seeing the man it was likely not the first time they’d been together, nor the first time she’d been tied to his bed and spanked. And with the man having gone to “get help” it was more likely part of their play and he was leaving her as punishment. Y/n liked to be punished.

Harry was thankful for social media but he was also angry that her secrets had been exposed in such a heartless way. Of course, the woman thought that her husband was totally innocent, but that’s Christian society for you in a nutshell, putting all the blame on the woman and absolving the man. Harry tried to lead his congregation in a way that allowed for empathy and love no matter what. He would have been pissed at any of his followers if they had ousted a fellow member in this way.

Y/n was quiet at first when she arrived at their second one-on-one meeting. But her face looked brighter this time and she seemed to be more talkative after a little bit of Harry nudging her in the right direction. He wouldn’t tell her about what he knew. He hoped that she’d tell him in her own time, though. And she did. Not at that meeting but the following week she’d poured her soul out to him.

Of course, it didn’t just happen that she handed the priest all of this information out of the blue. The lead-up during their meetings had given her the boost she needed to tell him of all her sins.

There were a lot of longing gazes from Y/n’s end and Harry would give her soft touches and sly grins. Harry would allow himself to work his eyes down over her face and to her neck as she spoke, purposely letting her see how he couldn’t keep his eyes off her. He’d rub her shoulders and speak quietly into her ear even though it was just the two of them in the living area of his parsonage. He admitted to her how he would sometimes wake from dreams of feeling lust and the need to repent himself. He brought up his flog even to see her reaction and react she did.

When he described to her how some mornings he’d wake from a sexual dream he’d flog himself to calm his nerves and he watched as her breathing picked up. She watched his lips as he spoke and he’d often catch her drifting her gaze downward towards his lap. He knew she wanted more from him but she’d never attempt it with the holy priest. Which was precisely what he hoped. He needed her to first see him as a leader and a holy man. He’d soon reveal his other persona when the time was right. If it was ever right.

So, on the day that she finally broke down and told him all of her sins it was like a weight was lifted from her. She paused between breaths and composed herself as she spoke but she got everything out and Harry couldn’t have been more enamored. She was perfect.

“I was accused of seducing that man, Tom, and then his excuse for tying me there was to stop me from tempting him while he went to get help. Which is ridiculous because look at me, I’m no match for any grown man. He didn’t need help,” she sighed and laughed in a scoff, “You see, he’d left me there so he could go run an errand. We had a thing where he’d tie me up and leave me after punishment, like spanking me and smacking me, and well, anyway… I like that sort of thing. I like being punished and worse really. It’s embarrassing when I’m speaking to you like this but I feel good to be able to say it out loud.”

She continued and Harry watched her as he took his forefinger and lightly rubbed it over his lips, up and down. He purposely gazed at her and allowed his features to soften over her face and she noticed the way he was looking at her. She would pause frequently when she took note of the look of hunger on his face but would shake her head as if to tell herself to snap out of it.

“He told everyone that I’d beat myself. My bottom, my back, thighs, everything. But he did it. No one believed me. It’s crazy that he tied me to his bed while I was naked with large handprints all over my body and a tie over my eyes so I couldn’t see and yet, people thought he not only didn’t put his hands on me but that he tied me to the bed with my legs spread apart with his sperm literally dripping from me in order to go get help,” her laugh was unamused. “They all believed him. They thought I beat myself and stripped nude and masturbated in his bed and that he had to tie me down with my legs open and put something on my eyes as a way to restrain me.”

But she didn’t stop her confession, “And I’ve done that before with others too. I like it. Being captive, being punished. I don’t know why I like it; I just do. Makes me feel so vulnerable and needed. Like I’m so wanted that they keep me tied down so I can’t leave. I know I shouldn’t like that or want something like that. It’s awful. It probably sounds like I’m completely deranged. I guess I am a little. But I do feel better after talking with you this past week. You’ve helped me a lot Father, and I’m glad I met you.”

Harry was willing away his erection. He’d abstained from having sex since he’d started these little sessions with Y/n. Not from masturbating, but from sex with others. And he was feeling excited at her full confession. She could be just what he needed. He could be just what she needed.

“Thank you for being so honest and open with me, Y/n. This is a step in the right direction. What we say to one another here will remain between just us. Won’t it?” Harry lifted his brows as he moved her hair from off her shoulder to behind her ear. She stiffened at his touch and her mouth parted for a moment before she nodded at the priest.

“Good. We are all sinners, dear. There’s not one of us better than the other,” Harry kept his voice low as he spoke.

Y/n smiled and spoke, “Well, except you, Father. You’re a holy man and better than anyone I’ve ever met. I can just feel it all around. You exude love and compassion. You listen so closely to everyone and you remember everything about them. You’re such a good soul with a wonderful heart. I can only hope to be like you one day.”

Harry nodded with a grin, “You are like me already, Y/n. You don’t know everything about me. I’m a human man. I am still a sinner and that’s what makes me so compassionate toward others. Because we are all in this world struggling to do what is right. Some of us have a worse time with sin than others. Sometimes you might be surprised at what kinds of sin a priest might have hidden.” Harry watched her face closely. Her gaze on him still indicated longing and need. She was very attracted to him, and Harry knew it. He could have probably taken her then to his bedroom and done very awful and wonderful things to her and made her his at last. But he refrained. He had to follow his plan accordingly. She was so close to being a perfect fit for him. He just needed to be sure she was the one.

The day of the following meeting was chilly and windy and cold. A winter storm seemed to be coming in and Harry had considered telling Y/n to stay home but before he had the chance to call the Sotheby’s she was already at his door, bundled up in her winter coat with a scarf around her neck and a wool cap on her head. Her nose was red and she wasn’t wearing gloves. Harry pulled her in and the wind from outside wafted into his warm parsonage. Harry hadn’t prepared for her quite yet, as it was about an hour before she was due to arrive. He had a few things strewn about, nothing crazy but he always liked to tidy before he had guests.

He closed the door behind her and stood in front of her to begin unwrapping her scarf from her neck in silence. She looked up at him with her big, sweet eyes and Harry looked down at her while he pulled the scarf off, a grin on his face. She just stood and smiled back up at him as he undid her coat, and pulled it off her shoulders, hanging it by the door on the coat hook. She stayed quiet watching him. He found it a little odd but he didn’t mind the new interaction. It’s how he’d want to treat her if she were his. He’d help her undress and take care of her. She liked it too he could tell.

Harry looked down to see she hadn’t worn gloves so he took her hands into his and rubbed over them before putting his mouth to his hands cupped around hers and blew warm air over her fingers. She sighed and smiled up at him. That smile was going to kill him. He repeated blowing warm air over her hands a few times until his lips met her fingertips and he pressed the tiniest kiss to the pads of the fingers under his mouth then he laughed a breath through his nose and plucked the wool cap from her head, “There you go. Feel better? Want me to make you some tea?”

Harry saw it written all over her face. She didn’t want tea, or anything to drink. She didn’t want him to be nice to her. She wanted something she was too scared to ask for but she smiled and nodded because of her naturally submissive manner, “Yeah. Hot tea could be nice, Father.”

Harry smirked down at the lovely girl and smoothed her hair a bit. It had gotten staticky from the way he’d pulled the cap from her head. She laughed shyly when she realized what he was doing and then she followed him to his kitchen.

When they passed into the kitchen Harry realized he hadn’t closed the door to his bedroom since he hadn’t been prepared for her yet. There wasn’t anything too revealing lying out, except his flog at the end of the bed, but he wasn’t sure if she’d seen it or not.

He made tea and they sat in the little kitchen together and made small talk.

“You arrived early. I hadn’t expected you to come yet,” Harry said as he looked down at his mug and then back up at the beautiful young woman.

Y/n nodded, “I know. I’m sorry. I didn’t want to miss the chance of coming by for a bit. The weather channel made it seem like the storm would be very bad and I wondered if I waited too long I might not have been able to come here at all. Sorry.”

Harry reached a hand out to place over Y/n’s and tsk’d at her, “Don’t be sorry, dear. I’m happy you came. I was going to call you and cancel because it does look like a bad one coming. It’s already started to snow,” he looked over her shoulder and out the window where white snow was blowing wild in the air with the wind.

One tea turned into two and then Y/n asked Harry if they could pray together, “I’m feeling very particular today. It’s a hard day for me. I’ve been trying to keep my thoughts on God and do what I know is right but I can’t seem to get it straight in my mind. My sinful thoughts are very strong today.”

“That’s good that you told me. We all have hard days. It’s better to be honest about everything than it is to hide it. Hiding it only makes the longing worse,” Harry wanted to stop the façade himself. His longing was getting worse as well. And now that she was here with him alone, the ominous storm approaching, and his neglected cock that he hadn’t had a chance to take care of before she arrived (another thing he hadn’t gotten to due to her early arrival, something he always took care of before she came), he wanted to take care of both of their needs, their longings.

“Is it a hard day for you, Father? I saw the flog on your bed when we passed your room. You told me before how you use it to atone for your sinful thoughts,” she bit her lip after asking and looked at him with round eyes.

Harry nodded with a smile, “You saw that then. Yes. Today is a hard day. And every day before this one as well,” was all he gave her.

Harry took her hands in his and they prayed, bowing their heads over the small table. And like every other time they held hands in prayer, they gently touched and squeezed at the other, a silent bid for something more that had gone unspoken. But it was never quite enough for Y/n to believe it meant more than just a man being kind and loving.

When they released their hands Y/n felt lighter again. She loved it when Harry prayed. It was like he helped wipe her sins away with his words and encouragement. But she wondered if there was more that could be done.

“Father Harry?” She asked with his eyes already on hers. He nodded at her to continue, “Yes?”

She swallowed and looked out of the kitchen toward where his bedroom was, “What is it like to be whipped with the flog? Do you feel atoned when you’re done? Does it feel like the pain takes away your sins?”

Harry’s heartbeat was rapid. There was a definite shift in the way Y/n was today than she had been at any of the other meetings. It was very subtle but she was different today. Needy.

Harry clenched his jaw and looked over his shoulder toward his room and then back to Y/n, “Sometimes it does feel like it helps me repent. But other times it's part of the sin.”

Y/n was silent as she took his words in. She cocked her head to the side and squished her brows together in confusion, “Part of the sin? What does that mean?”

Harry took a deep breath and reached a hand out to take one of Y/n’s in his. He looked down at her hand with a faint smile on his face before looking back into her pretty eyes, “It means sometimes it has nothing to do with atonement or being repentant. Sometimes I enjoy the pain.”

Y/n watched as Harry grazed his thumb over her knuckles and spoke without looking back into Harry’s eyes, “Would you… maybe flog me? Show me what it feels like? Maybe it can help me feel better about my sinful nature.”

Harry looked out the window and he couldn’t see beyond the white flurries. The wind was harsh and he could hear the whistle of the gale as it forced its way into the cracks of the glass panes. He put his eyes back on Y/n and she was still looking down at where her hand was in his.

“That would require you to remove some clothes. I don’t know that you’d feel comfortable with that in front of me,” Harry was getting heated. He was imagining the way the whip would bite into her skin. Not too hard, but just enough that she could really feel it and it would leave a mark. Or two. Or three.

Y/n shot her eyes up to Harry’s and nodded, “I would be okay with that. Would you? 

Harry smiled, wider than he intended. This was exactly what he wanted. This was a step toward what he’d felt was necessary for his plan. She was asking him.

Her pupils were blown out in her eyes already, and her mouth parted. She wanted to be flogged but not to atone for her sins. She liked it and he knew she would. She also understood the probable implications of her request after she’d already admitted to him how much she enjoyed a bit of pain, spankings, and punishment. But she couldn’t help herself. And she could play it off as if she only meant to use it as a way to repent if he declined or called her out.

But Harry wouldn’t call her out. He would go along with her in this as long as she wanted. They could both easily play it off, yet they both would understand what was actually going on. It would be a way to ease into what was coming. Harry was quite pleased.

“Okay, my dear. If that is what you want. We’ll go to my room. I have a set up for you to hold onto while I flog your back for repentance.”

Y/n hadn’t expected Harry’s room to be livelier than the rest of the house. His bedroom revealed more of his personality than the rest of the parsonage did. The set-up Harry referred to was a bar hung from the ceiling with cuffs at each end. There was art hung on the walls, a bookshelf stuffed with books, a dresser with jars atop, and a lamp. His bed was large and looked comfortable. And of course, in the corner of the room was a large item covered with a sheet that went nearly to the ceiling and was probably eight feet wide and eight feet long.

“What is that, Father?” Y/n pointed toward the covered item in the corner and walked toward it.

Harry stopped her midway, “That’s just something I use for a hobby of mine. Let’s get to it shall we?” He redirected her away from the cage that had gone unused for longer than Harry liked.

Harry took the flog in his hand and turned to Y/n, “You’ll need to take your sweater and anything underneath off for this. You can face away from me so I don’t see anything if you’re more comfortable with that. And you can decide if you want your hands in the cuffs to restrain you, or if you’d just like to hold onto them. While you remove your sweater, I’m going to clean this,” and he left the room to sanitize the flog. He had used it on himself only that morning and even though he didn’t cut himself deep enough to bleed, he still found it necessary to clean before using it on Y/n.

Harry took his time to get into the smooth leather and wipe all around the parts with warm soapy water. Then he used alcohol wipes over the flog to finish it off. And before he entered the room he took a moment to breathe and calm himself. He was half hard in his pants with the images that ran through his brain. When he felt somewhat settled he returned to the room to see Y/n with her hand over her breasts facing him.

Harry couldn’t help himself from trailing his eyes down her frame and over her skin and to the swell of her soft breasts which she’d hidden only partly from his view. When he looked back at her face he realized she looked happy and excited even. He swallowed heavily as he walked toward her.

“Wrists in the cuffs or just holding onto them?” He asked her as he put the flog down on his bed.

“I’d like them inside the cuffs. Please,” she smiled and Harry nodded. He had a feeling she’d want to be properly restrained.

Harry closed his eyes at the, please. He was going to have to restrain himself from ravishing her. Because he knew she wanted that. He knew she’d beg him and want whatever he gave her. He swallowed again before walking toward her where she stood near the bar.

“I won’t look, but I have to assist you in putting your wrists in here. Lift up.”

Y/n removed her palms from over her breasts and raised them toward the bar. Harry concentrated on not looking down as he secured her wrists in place. Self-control was something he was not rivaled in. As much as he desired to look down over her skin and peek at her nipples and soft breasts his will to control himself was stronger. He had a presence to maintain.

“Father, why do you have this in your bedroom if you are unable to use it without assistance?” Y/n’s voice was small and cautious. She didn’t want to overstep any boundaries but she was too curious to not ask. Harry knew she would.

Harry smirked and looked at her in the eyes, doing well to not drop his gaze to her tits, “For just this very purpose, Y/n. Sometimes others request a flogging too. I help them.”

Both of Y/n’s wrists were secured in the cuffs after Harry’s careful adjustments of the Velcro. She was bare on the top, wearing only jeans on her bottom half. Harry slowly walked behind Y/n and picked up the flog from his bed. The flog he used was black and thin with a single leather strip, knotted at the end. The handle was braided leather, perfect for gripping onto.

Her back was smooth and clear. So pretty, it was almost a shame that she wanted it marked up. Almost. Harry gulped down his saliva and before he could begin he stepped in close to Y/n and stood behind her, craning his neck down to speak near to her ear.

“This will hurt a bit. I won’t break the skin but it’s going to bruise and feel very tender. Tell me to stop if it’s too much for you,” he could smell her shampoo from this proximity. She turned her head to the side towards his face and nodded. He could tell her breathing had deepened. He gently swept her hair from her back and pushed it over her shoulder to the front so that her back was unobstructed. He kept close to her, looking down at her neck as he did so, his fingers ghosting over her neck.

Harry stepped back and looked up at the ceiling, “Speak with me a prayer of forgiveness, Y/n,” he closed his eyes and waited a moment before beginning, “Lord God, please look at my sins and mistakes with a merciful eye and forgive me.”

Y/n repeated the words and Harry landed the flog onto her back for the first time, a strike that caused her to inhale a sharp gasp and squeeze her eyes closed. It shocked her system and her body jolted forward. She gasped for air as soon as the sensation dulled on her flesh and turned into a hot sting across her back.

Harry continued, “I confess to you Almighty God that I have sinned.”

Y/n spoke the words and braced herself for the next stripe to her back. It came from the opposite shoulder this time, and downward toward her spine. She grunted and fell forward, her nails digging into her palms, as she endured her second hit.

“My mortal sin is that of lust. My flesh has been weak and I have given in to temptation.”

Her words were spoken in a softer voice, but still clear and with determination. Harry smiled as he issued her another strike. Once again, Y/n was swung forward, her head dropping downward and she gasped in a small yelp, clenching her jaw when the new lash crossed the middle of her back.

Harry watched as her smooth skin turned red, a raised welt left in the path of the leather. As promised, he did not break the skin, but it was tender and it was going to be sore.

“For this sin and all sins that I have committed in my life, I am seeking repentance.”

Y/n’s voice came out shaky. Harry watched as her arms quivered as she tried holding herself up. It had only been three strikes and she was already quite fatigued; he could tell. Harry repeated raising the flog and bringing it down in a quick motion over the center of her back near her spine.

This time Y/n crossed her legs together and gasped in a breathy pitch as she put most of her weight on her arms and wobbled forward slightly. Harry couldn’t see her breasts but he knew the sight would have been glorious.

Harry wondered if it was too much. He watched her body for a moment as she regained her composure, “Y/n, are you okay? Do you want to stop?”

She was quick to shake her head, “No, Father. Let’s finish the prayer. Please. I need it.”

Harry closed his eyes for a moment and took a breath. There it was again, the, please. He enjoyed this. He imagined how it felt on her skin, he knew the sting and burn well. He could almost taste it in his mouth, the pain of the lashings. And it was a good taste. He bit down and clenched his jaw in satisfaction with the moment.

“Count these stripes as my penance, oh Lord God, you who are all good and deserving of my love and devotion.”

It took a moment for Y/n to repeat the words but when she did Harry realized it then. It was in her breathy voice, the way her back was arched and ready for the next hit, and how she crossed her legs with the last lashing, still squeezed together, thighs clenched.

With a smile, Harry brought the leather down onto her flesh again and to his delight, the sound that left Y/n’s mouth was a moan. A sound typically dedicated to the result of something pleasurable happening.

“I resolve with the help of your grace to keep my eyes on you, Holy Father. Amen.”

Harry listened to the way Y/n spoke her words in a slow breathy voice. Her neck was draped downward and her arm muscles were straining against her weight. She was enjoying this. Perhaps in the same way Harry did.

The sixth and final lash on her back drew a louder moan out of her mouth. After she shifted forward she lulled her head to the side and Harry could see her mouth was open. Her breaths were labored, heavy.

Harry put the flog down and stood behind Y/n, gently placing his hands on the back of her ribs, “Y/n, no more lashings. Now listen to my words of forgiveness and then you’ll say for his mercy endures forever.”

She nodded and hummed and pushed herself up to stand fully on her feet. Harry kept his hands lightly on her back and looked down at her neck, as he spoke his absolution in a voice barely above a whisper, “Give thanks to the Lord for he is good.”

“For his mercy endures forever,” her voice was surer now, still breathy but less shaky.

Harry was tempted to dip his mouth down onto the curve of her neck and press his lips on the small freckle that he saw under her jaw. She still had her neck bared to him, her head hung to the side and Harry wondered if she was doing it on purpose, exposing her neck to him. Offering herself to him in a way. He would need her to verbalize it if so.

Harry leaned down, his hands ghosting down her sides as he put his face closer to her neck but he didn’t allow his lips to touch her skin, “You did very good, Y/n. I’m going to release you now.”

Harry removed each wrist and stayed in his spot behind her. He remained close and Y/n made no attempt to move from her spot. She turned her head to the side and Harry could see her profile, blinking, a smile on her face. If she turned further she’d be able to see his face but there was the chance that her breasts would be in view.

“Thank you, Father,” Y/n spoke in a soft whisper as she lifted her hands to cover her breasts and turned her head to look at him from over her shoulder.

Harry didn’t move from his spot as he looked over her face slowly. He didn’t let his gaze drop below her shoulders. She wasn’t his to ogle. Not yet anyway. But he could recognize that she was beautiful. And perfect.

“Stay right here. I’m going to get something for your back,” Harry was quick to get what was needed for Y/n’s welts. A warm, damp cloth and some ointment.

When he came back into the room, Y/n was still standing exactly where he left her, “Lie down on the bed on your stomach and I’ll help you with this.”

Harry approached her as she arranged herself on his bed, tummy down. Harry was already anticipating the moment he could rinse her back and then rub the cream over her. He’d touched her gently while she was restrained, but now he would be permitted to put his hand into complete contact with her skin, to really touch her and take care of her wounds.

Y/n put her arms upward, elbows bent, and her face to the side so her cheek was down and she could see Harry behind her from the peripheral. He kneeled on the bed next to her and gently placed the warm rag over her back to soothe the burn, “Are you okay? How do you feel, Y/n?”

Y/n took a deep breath and closed her eyes when Harry began to blot the damp rag down her back, “I feel very good, Father,” her voice was still breathy and soft.

Harry hummed in response with a nod to himself as he continued gently dabbing the rage over her back. When it was time to put the ointment over her he rubbed it into his palms to warm it, as he noticed she had goosebumps over her flesh.

His wide palms slowly caressed her back and smoothed the cream over her sores. He watched as Y/n bit her lip, her eyes still closed. Harry smiled. He used both hands to knead gently down her spine and apply the ointment. It took longer than it should have but Harry enjoyed the way her skin felt under his hands. She was soft and open for him. So willing and sweet.

“You did very well, Y/n. I think this looks good,” he spoke with his palms still flat on her low back, “I’ll leave you to put your sweater on, I can tell you’re cold.”

Harry stood from the bed with the rag and the jar of cream when Y/n pushed herself up and turned her head, “Wait, Father. I need to confess one more thing.”

Harry stopped his motions and turned to see her. Her top half was still hidden, breasts down into the comforter below her. He ticked his chin downward to indicate for her to continue.

“I… really liked that. More than I should. I feel bad because it didn’t mean to me what it was meant to mean. It’s my sin. I can’t control it. I’m sorry, Father,” she looked down at her forearm that was holding her up and Harry could see how red and bitten her lips looked. The delicate thing. She was a lot like him. The flogging was both a penance and a guilty pleasure.

“I understand. I sometimes see it the same way, Y/n. Your pain still acts as penance. Even if you somehow enjoy it. We can talk about this when you’ve dressed. There’s nothing to be ashamed of, though,” Harry turned and left the room. He was nearly quivering at what had just happened. He was keyed up from not only flogging the beautiful young woman but all of her admissions to him about what she liked and what she felt was her sin. The girl couldn’t be more perfect for him.

Harry put on another pot of tea and took note of the storm outside. The snow had piled against the parsonage and the wind bellowed outside. It would be too dangerous for her to walk or be driven back to the Sotheby’s in this weather. A fact that he quietly delighted in.

Y/n stepped into the kitchen behind Harry and leaned against the counter to watch him with the tea setup. The two did not speak for a few moments, both lost in their own minds about the reality they were suddenly in. Y/n having been honest with the priest about her sins and the priest reeling over the similarities of their preferences.

Harry turned to look at the pretty girl standing next to him, “You will likely need to stay until the storm subsides,” he looked past Y/n out the window that was on the opposite wall, “perhaps even all night.”

She turned to look out the window and Harry saw a smile crawl onto her face. His own expression was similar, pleased, expectant.

They took tea in his living room and the only sounds that could be heard were the gale winds outside. Y/n looked at Harry, her eyes wide and curious. When Harry looked up at her after a sip of his hot tea he felt he could understand her without a word being spoken.

“Tell me what your thoughts are, Y/n,” he set the teacup down and leaned back into the couch, his hands in his lap.

Y/n breathed out a small laugh and looked down at her lap. She was on the same couch as Harry but separated by a cushion between them.

With her head down she began to speak, “I feel very happy with you, safe. I don’t feel judged or looked down upon,” she lifted her head to look up at the man, his light green eyes taking her in, listening intently as always.

Harry nodded and stayed silent. He wanted her to continue.

Y/n swallowed and fiddled with her fingers, “Thank you for that, Father,” she leaned forward and took a sip of her tea, before leaning back into the couch and cupping the mug into her hands to keep them warm.

She continued, “I’m sure you cannot relate to having lustful thoughts in your heart like me. But I do wonder, what are your sinful thoughts that you feel are so hard that you flog yourself to repent? You said today was a hard day for you.”

Harry let the side of his mouth quirk up in a smile as he looked down. She was a curious girl.

“I’m a man, Y/n. I have lustful thoughts in my heart as most humans do. God has created us to procreate and he made sex feel very good,” Harry was sure to emphasize the words feel very good, “for a reason. It’s in the worst of people and the holiest of us.”

There was a moment of quiet when the wind changed direction and Harry watched Y/n move on her cushion as she tucked a foot under her bottom and turned toward him, “What was hard for you today, Father? The sin you had to atone for.”

Harry’s throat bobbed as he swallowed and he took a breath, “Lust.”

Harry’s eyes were severe on Y/n’s and he watched her lips part softly and her eyes soften, “Really? I imagine it must be very hard being a priest with your vows and all. Have you ever had a relationship, Father?”

Harry flattened his lips and squinted at the girl. Before he could respond Y/n spoke quickly, “I’m sorry! You don't have to answer. I’m sometimes too curious for my own good and you’re so interesting to me. Don’t answer if it’s too much.”

Harry chuckled and sipped his tea, slowly placing it down on the table next to the couch before putting his eyes back on the pretty girl, “I have had relationships, yes. It isn’t against the priesthood per se. Not anymore. But my own vows of celibacy and dedication to God, it is against them. And yes. It’s very hard being a priest and feeling lust.”

“Celibacy. So… you’ve never…” Y/n closed her mouth and looked down at the floor for a moment. “That makes me feel very ashamed of what I’ve done and how I feel lately. I feel like I have not been honest with you, but now knowing this about you makes me feel even worse for the things I’ve imagined,” she looked down at her lap and shook her head.

Harry reached a hand out to cover hers, “Do not feel ashamed. I would not look at you differently no matter your confession to me because I’m a sinner just the same. And I haven’t followed my vows. I love God and I love being a priest, but I love other things as well. Those things are between me and God. He is my judge and he knows my heart.”

Harry knew Y/n wasn’t dumb. He knew he’d told her enough that she could piece things together on her own. And her expression revealed to him just as much. She nodded with a small smile at his words and looked down at his hand covering her.

Keeping her eyes on Harry’s, Y/n slowly brought her free hand down to Harry’s and then lifted his hand upward. She leaned down to press her lips to his knuckles and slowly kissed each one. Harry’s mouth dropped open as he watched her kiss his hand. Her soft lips on each of his knuckles were innocent but the way she looked up into his eyes as she did so was not.

Harry breathed out heavily at the contact and let her continue. She manipulated his hand so that his palm was facing upward and she kissed the center of his hand and up to his fingers. She placed small pecks to the pads of each finger and kept her eyes on his. The intimate gesture was more than just a kind act of reverence.

With his hand held in both of hers, she kept her lips over his fingers as she spoke to him, “I love your hands, Father,” she closed her eyes and continued kissing along his fingertips. Harry watched her in awe.

She kept her eyes closed and spoke again, “I dreamt of you last night, and it was the best dream,” her voice was a whisper, “it was sinful, dirty, and I didn’t want to wake from it. But I liked it,” she continued kissing his fingers. When her tongue gently swiped over the pad of his thumb Harry inhaled a sharp breath and then lifted his free hand and carded his fingers through her hair gently.

The moment she felt Harry’s hand in her hair she opened her eyes again to look at the priest and very cautiously, slowly kissed the tip of his thumb before parting her lips and sucking just the very tip into her mouth. When she saw that Harry was not opposed to this action, she took more of his thumb into her mouth, their eyes locked. Harry tilted his head and watched her, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his mouth dropped open, nostrils flaring.

Harry had no expectations of her doing anything like this, but he wasn’t too particularly surprised. He knew she had at least a small crush on him, he hoped it was more than just a small crush and he was not disappointed in the way she was responding to him.

“You’re a good girl, Y/n. We cannot help the way God has made us,” Harry’s voice came out a bit cinched and breathy. He was enjoying this display very much.

Y/n kept her eyes on Harry’s as she took his pointer finger into her mouth and did the same as she had with his thumb. Her mouth was warm and soft over Harry’s digits. This was clearly a sexual gesture and Harry would not stop her from continuing. He kept his eyes on hers and watched the lustful show of Y/n lips wrapped around his finger.

When she removed her mouth from his finger she spoke, “Can I… Please, Father, can I,” she got out of her seat, making Harry remove his hand from her hair, and she dropped onto her knees. Putting her hands on the priest’s knees she looked up at him from her kneeling position, “Father, I’ll do whatever you want. I just, please, let me revere you and you can do whatever you please to me. We can go to God together for our penance, to atone. Just let it be with me that you sin. I’ll take it on, a sacrifice to your goodness, Father. I’m not worthy of you, but I’m begging you to pity me, let me take your sins and your punishment. I’ll do it happily if you let me serve you.”

The moment suddenly changed with her vocalization of what she wanted. Harry grasped her chin and shook his head with a soft expression, “I don’t think you realize what you’re asking me, Y/n. I’m being very serious right now. That’s what you want? Do you know what it means to do what you say? I need to know what you think that means.”

Y/n let out the tiniest whimper at the feel of his hands on her jaw holding her face to look at him, “I… I want to give myself completely to you, I need it. Want it. So badly. But only if you are pleased with me. Only if you want me. But only me.”

Harry wasn’t sure she understood what she was asking. Typically when he took someone as his submissive there was an agreement in place already. He would seek out someone who was previously looking for that kind of arrangement. He felt it was in his best interest, and hers, to be upfront with her.

“I do things most priests would be appalled by, Y/n. My sexual appetite is something I keep very private and separate from my job. I have been searching for someone to keep. Someone who wants to be mine. Someone who will submit and comply at all times to me. A person who would be a willing companion for me. Submissive to me. To allow me to dominate,” Harry paused to monitor her expression. She nodded subtly her eyes still on his.

“Yes. It’s exactly what I want, Father. Anything you want is everything I want,” she spoke in a small voice and Harry smiled. Her answer was good. It was just what he was looking for.

Y/n grasped Harry’s forearm that held her jaw and pulled his hand upward to her mouth again. With her eyes on his and her knees still on the floor at his feet, she spoke in a whisper, “Please, Father,” as he sucked his middle finger into her mouth, her tongue flicking over the underside of his finger.

Harry had had enough. He dragged her upward to his lap where she climbed over him, her thighs straddling his. He pulled her into his body and pressed his mouth over hers once and for all. A kiss that had them moaning and desperate. Her lips on his felt soft and wanton. She trembled in his arms and on his lap as he licked over her tongue. He smoothed his hand up under her sweater and onto her back softly and she winced at the feel from the welts. He ghosted his hands over the raised skin and then lowered his mouth to her jaw and then down to her neck on the little freckle he’d seen earlier. He licked the spot and then sucked the tiniest bruise under her jaw and her gasp told him she enjoyed it.

Harry lowered his mouth down her neck and softly bit at the skin, then he stood up, holding onto her thighs, and walked her to his bedroom in haste where he placed her on his large, soft bed.

“Take the sweater off,” Harry commanded and watched her peel the fabric off of her body. She then moved to take her bra off and the moment her breasts were bare before him Harry groaned and crawled onto the bed next to her, pressing her down flat.

Harry latched his mouth to her breasts and slowly licked over the exposed skin, biting in tiny nips as he kissed down to underneath the flesh of her round tits. Y/n sucked in sharp breaths at the pinch of the bites he gave her and rubbed her thighs together when she moved her hand into his hair.

Harry moved his warm mouth down her body slowly, with generous use of his tongue.

Harry pushed himself up and placed his hands on both sides of her body, caging her ribs, “Roll over. Let me kiss your wounds.”

Y/n bit her lip and moved to her stomach and Harry’s soft touch on her back was followed by his wet lips kissing over the pink and raised skin from the flogging. He applied open-mouthed kisses down the length of each red stripe on her back and he noted how she wiggled her bum and rocked her hips. He smirked as he continued kissing over her shoulder blade, his hand gently caressing her sides.

When he’d finished on her back he sat up and held onto the back of her neck, keeping her head down. Her face was turned, cheek smushed into the comforter.

“You’ll be mine to dominate as long as you want to be my submissive pet. But only if you give me your full consent because I need you to enjoy this with me. I’ve been looking for a long time, Y/n,” Harry spoke softly and lowered his mouth to kiss at her shoulder before continuing, his hot breath falling over her skin as he whispered his words, “You’ll submit to me in every way, taking my punishments, and allow me to have you sexually, emotionally, and spiritually. How does that sound?” He continued a path of kisses over her shoulder and back as he waited for her to speak, his hand still at the back of her neck.

Y/n nodded with her lip quivering, “Yes. Please. I only expect to be taken care of, to be loved, and in return, I’ll take care of you in any way you like. It’s all I’ve wanted. To belong to someone. To give myself completely to someone that cherishes me. And I truly want to belong to you, Father. But only me. No one else.”

Harry sat up and pulled Y/n gently upward by her neck to face him. He could see tears in her eyes. She was getting emotional.

Harry let go of her neck and brought a hand up to wipe at the tear that had fallen under her eye with his thumb, “There, there, darling. You’re already so perfect for me. Beautiful and sweet. I don’t want anyone but you. You and I will be very compatible,” Harry kept his hand on her face, softly swiping his thumb over her cheek. Y/n closed her eyes and leaned into his touch. She was perfect.

“I just want to be yours, Father,” she said softly, her eyes still closed.

Harry softly pressed his mouth to the edge of hers and then kissed where her tears had fallen, “Then you shall be mine now.”

Part 2*

I know this one doesn’t have smut - but prepare yourself for part 2 - it’s dirty and sexy.

Feedback/Thoughts | Support Me | Main Masterlist

Thank you for reading! I appreciate any support so remember to comment, reblog, & like 💕

Tags: @michellekstyles @ssaama @angelqueen99 @sombrioinvernoemveneza @golden-hoax @a-strange-familiar @reveriehs @yousunshineyoutempter @the-gardener-31 @tenaciousperfectionunknown @swiftmendeshoran @luvonstyles @dancinsunflowerkiwi @tiaamberxx @lukesaprince @harrys-foxy @dirtytissuebox @closureesny @lhharrylilpumpkin @evelynlarue @chaptersleftunwritten @justlemmeadoreyou @anothermannharry @harrysmimi

[multi-fandom-things730]

Past Mistakes

Christian Cage x Reader

Summary: Y/N debuts in AEW with her brother Adam Copeland, and is reunited with a face from her past.

Warnings: CHRISTIAN CAGE, angst, violence, fights, cussing, arguing, a whole lot of drama

A/N: I PROMISE I AM NOT A CHRISTIAN GIRLIE. This is for @madhatterbri 😂😅❤️ I hope you love it!!!!!!!!!🥰💛✨

"Are you sure you're ready to see him?"

Y/N let out a nervous laugh, before shaking her head. "No, I'm not. But I'm gonna do it anyway"

Adam Copeland, her brother, sent her a sympathetic smile and pulled her into a side hug. "Then let's get going"

Y/N laughed as she sat down in the muscle car Adam had rented. It was very dramatic, which was perfect for her brother.

Adam slammed on the gas with a childish laugh as they headed towards the arena housing Wrestledream.

Y/N's mind wandered as she watched the city pass by so quickly in a blur.

That's how she would describe her relationship with Christian too. It went by too quickly, and felt like a blur.

A blur of so many different emotions.

Heartbreak, anger, sadness; but also a lot of love and happiness.

Almost enough love to outweigh the pain.

They had always been together, practically inseparable, while both working for WWE.

But when he decided not to renew his contract, he also decided to leave Y/N.

He said he didn't believe a long-distance relationship would be able to work, and that he needed to put his focus solely on his career.

Just like that, it was like all those years didn't matter to him at all. He didn't even attempt to try; attempt to fight for them.

Y/N was really sad for a really long time. She wholeheartedly believed that Christian would be the man she grew old with.

The entire picture she had painted for her future, their future, was set aflame by Christian's own damn selfishness.

And when she came to that realization she wasn't sad anymore; she was just pissed off.

But now years later, once faced with seeing him again, she felt just like she did on the day he left.

She felt weak and vulnerable.

But she'd never let it show. As she walked into the building with her brother at her side, you'd think she was the most confident woman in the city.

As they got to the guerrilla, they heard the video end, and Adam gave his sister one last squeeze on the shoulder before his music hit and he ran out.

Y/N smiled as she heard the fans losing their minds over Adam's debut. And when she looked at a monitor she couldn't help but laugh at how excited her brother was too.

But as Christian retreated, and ran away to what he thought was the safety of the ramp, another song hit.

And that one made him feel sick to his stomach.

He barely brought himself to turn around before she was walking out with the same smile he fell in love with plastered on her face.

He was glad she got the pop from the fans she deserved, and he was glad that she looked happy.

However, he was not thrilled about her signature kendo stick she was carrying out with her.

But when Luchasauras passed him, and started to approach Y/N, he felt an all too familiar sense of protectiveness wash over him.

"Luchasauras! No!" He demanded.

But when Luchasauras tried to take the kendo stick from Y/N, Christian was reminded of why she never really needed his protection.

She cracked Luchasauras right in the ribs and made him stumble backward, gripping his side in pain. And then Y/N raised the kendo stick all the way up before slamming it down onto his back. Luchasauras fell to the ground, and Christian couldn't help but be proud of her for being able to take Luchasauras down.

Y/N finally looked over at Christian, and was surprised to see him just standing still in shock. She thought he'd be livid, and screaming and yelling.

But she just brushed past him and made her way to join her brother in the ring.

Adam was staring Christian down, while Christian was still frozen in place.

Y/N took her place to her brother's side, and rested her kendo stick on her shoulder with a taunting smirk as she stared down Luchasauras.

Y/N caught Christian's gaze again, and exactly what she was afraid of happened.

He looked so sad, and she could feel all the walls she had worked so hard to build begin to crumble.

So she forced herself to look away from him, and turned to shake hands with Sting and Darby.

But she could still feel Christian's eyes on her, and little did she know it was only the beginning of that.

"Y/N?"

The woman in question froze in place when she heard Christian say her name.

She cursed herself in her head; she was so close to the locker room. Why hadn't she walked just a little faster?

"Y/N, just talk to me for one second" Christian said, and grabbed her arm to turn her to face him.

The two stared at each other for a moment, and in those few seconds, they felt like nothing had changed. They felt like they did all those years ago.

Y/N tore her eyes away from his and looked at the wall. How the hell had these stupid feelings not gone away yet?! After everything that happened, they should be long gone.

"What do you want Christian?" Y/N asked.

"To talk to you" he answers, giving her arm a light squeeze.

Y/N yanked her arm away from him and took a few steps back. "I have nothing to say to you"

"But I have a lot to say to you" Christian replies. "I know we didn't end on good terms but-"

"Not on good terms?!" Y/N exclaims incredulously. "Is that what you've told yourself all these years to make yourself feel better?! You told me, and I quote, that you had way more important things to focus on than our relationship"

"Fine, I know I'm a jerk Y/N" Christian relents. "But you always knew it too. I never hid it"

Y/N scoffs. "You're right. I did know it. I was stupid enough to give you a chance before, and you let me down. So now, I'm not gonna let you do it again"

"I know there's a lot I need to do to show you that I'm sorry. But just think about how amazing it would be if you joined me! We would dominate this entire company"

Y/N lets out a humorless laugh. "Glad to know you always have an ulterior motive behind everything. Even apologizing to me"

"I know you Y/N" Christian insists. "You may come across as Adam's sweet little sister, but we both know that you have a mean streak inside of you. You like to be on top, and we all know that no one could beat you and me"

Y/N quirks an eyebrow. "Just you and me?"

"Obviously" Christian smirks. "You think I give a damn about anyone but myself and you? Absolutely not. But it's nice to have a.. layer of protection"

"Nick and Luchasauras?" Y/N asks.

"Of course" Christian answers.

Y/N has to stop and think for a moment. She loves her brother very much, and respects Sting and Darby. But Christian did always know her best, and it's true that she indeed likes to be the best.

"You've never let that side out of you before, don't you think it's time? Isn't it time to take what you want instead of waiting patiently? Adam's gone soft, and we both know it. He's a rule follower now. But we both know that neither you nor I am"

"You don't know me anymore" Y/N breathes out.

But Christian just takes a step towards Y/N, and grabs her waist before pulling her against him.

He rests his forehead against hers, and Y/N makes no move to stop him as she places her hands on his shoulders.

"Don't I? I think I know you better than anyone else here" Christian says, looking right into her eyes.

Y/N stares at him, before letting a smirk of her own grow on her face. "You do know I don't forgive you yet, right?"

"You will soon" Christian smirks.

With that, Y/N brushes her lips against his, but right when Christian closes his eyes and leans in, she pulls away from him. "You wish it was that easy"

Christian couldn't help but chuckle as she walked away from him, because he knew that she'd accept. And he knew that the entire roster would be in danger once she did.

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

Can i request a NSFW hc of Christian Cage's kinks?

Christian Cage's Kinks (Headcannons)

An: I already made a NSFW alphabet that includes his kinks (where you can find HERE) So for this I just thought I would include his kinks from that but explain exactly what those kinks mean

Christian Cage Masterlist Main Masterlist NSFW Alphabet Masterlist

Warnings: NSFW content 18+

Daddy kink/ Dd/lg: This one's kinda self explanatory (if you know what I mean) I mean he does have a thing for fatherless wrestlers 🤷🏼‍♀️

Breeding kink: This man is obsessed with the  idea of knocking you up. He loves the sight of his seed pouring out of you. All he wants is to get you pregnant and show you off like a trophy. He get's off on what people would say about the two of you, how an older man like himself knocked up his controversialy young girlfriend.

Pregnancy kink: Once you are pregnant he can't get enough of you. The way your breasts grow and lactate has this man foaming at the mouth. There is something about the way you glow during your pregnancy that has this man on his knees for you. He's so facinated at watching your body change during pregnancy. He can't wait to meet your little angel and of course knock you up again.

Overstimulation: He loves to absolutely destroy you just so he can put you back together again. He loves to make you cry underneath him but in the most loving way possible. (if that even makes sense) After he fucks you into oblivion he will hold you close and kiss away your tears.

Orgasm control/ orgasm denial/ forced orgasm: Ties into overstimulation, he will be rough and ruthless with you just to spoil the shit out of you afterwards. "You did so good baby, I'm so pround of you" He knows he can be mean so he makes sure to make it up to you later. He's big on aftercare just so he can destroy you again once you're back in reality.

Spanking: This one's pretty self explanatory. (Ties into the daddy kink and dd/lg) It's simple if you've dissipointed him or have been bad you get a spanking. Sometimes you will mess with him on purpose just to be punished for it later. He's traditional with it too, he won't use anything fancy like a paddle. He will have you over his knee with your dress over your head, spanking you with his bare rough hand.

Cock warming: This man just loves to be in you 24/7. He can't get enough of you. He loves how close the two of you are. Whenever he can, he wants to be in you. Whether that's while watching tv, while you work on your computer, while you sleep or out in public. He loves the warmth you provide, he just can't get enough of the feeling of you around him.

Creampie: (ties into the breeding kink) He just can't get enough of the mess the two of you make together

(AN:I also wanted to put in here that I personally think dd/lg is gross but I have a feeling Christian would be into it. Due to that I will not be writing any fics around anything like that!)

[posttexasstressdisorder]

Caller asks if Trump will reveal himself as the Antichrist — many believe he already has

Thom Hartmann

September 10, 2024 2:17PM ET

A supporter of former President Donald Trump wears a pro-Trump t-shirt at a Trump campaign rally at an outdoor fairgrounds, April 13, 2024 in Schnecksville, Pa. (Photo by Andrew Lichtenstein/Corbis via Getty Images)

A listener called into my program recently and asked, “Is Donald Trump the Antichrist and, if so, will he reveal himself at the debate?”

I passed on drawing a conclusion, but then the lines lit up with a steady stream of people over the next few hours offering their “proofs” that Trump was, in fact, the Evil One come to ravage the Earth. That he’s a literal and iniquitous thaumaturge. My first caller clearly hit a nerve.

It’s a fascinating question, though, whether put literally or metaphorically.

Asking the question literally requires a belief in the actual reality of a Son-of-God Christ figure and of an Antichrist opponent of nearly equal but opposite power. This sort of thing fills the Bible, and I’ll get to that in a moment.

But first consider the question from the secular perspective, which argues these two terms represent, at their core, metaphors for the embodiment of good and evil.

In this context, then, a more accurate question is: “Is Donald Trump evil, and thus an antichrist?”

In The Sermon on the Mount, Jesus spoke in the plural when he predicted “false prophets, who come to you in sheep’s clothing, but inwardly are ravening wolves.”

After warning that grifters and con artists (in secular terms)would try to exploit His followers, He said, “by their fruits ye shall know them.”

Trump’s “fruits” are pretty obvious:

More than twenty women have accused him of rape and sexual assault.

Hundreds of contractors, customers and employees have accused him of stealing from them or refusing to pay them (or both), as have members of his own family

Throughout his presidency, he lied over 30,000 times and continues to lie daily

He pits Americans against each other by race, religion, and region in an effort to tear our country apart and thus weaken opposition to his authoritarian rule

He openly encouraged violence against unarmed people at multiple rallies and encouraged state violence at a speech to chiefs of police; most recently he encouraged an assault on members of the press

He tried to overthrow and end our democracy

He embraced depraved, ungodly murderers, kleptocrats, and “strongman” rulers while ridiculing western democracies and their elected leaders

He tried to damage or dismantle political and military systems designed to keep peace in the world, including the UN, NATO, and the Iran JCPOA

He reaches out to Jesus’s followers and then directs them toward bigotry, violence, and hatred

As an object of admiration and a role model, he’s replaced Jesus in many white evangelical congregations

He delighted in tearing children from their parents and putting them in cages

He tried to end Americans’ access to lifesaving medical care by killing Obamacare and privatizing Medicare

He watched on TV, like a delighted child, as his followers killed three police officers, sent 140 others to the hospital, and tried to murder the Vice President and Speaker of the House

He lied about Covid (after disclosing the truth to Bob Woodward), causing more disease and deaths in America than any other nation in the world except Peru

The main reason many Christians freak out about an antichrist is that following him will get you banned from heaven or even cast into hell.

But what did Jesus — the guy Trump’s white evangelical followers claim as their savior — say was necessary to get into heaven?

Back in 1998 I had a private audience with Pope John Paul II at his invitation; one of his personal secretaries had read one of my books. He gave Louise and me a private tour of many non-public parts of the Vatican and, the next day, we sat through an open-air concert with Pope John Paul II and about 30 VIPs, including the leader of Germany’s Bundestag, for more than an hour, surrounded by the splendor of Castel Gandolfo, the Pope’s summer palace on the rim of an extinct volcano overlooking lake Albano.

When we spoke privately after the concert, His Holiness’s forceful comments about the work we all must do reminded me of Jesus’ words in Matthew 25. It’s an amazing 2,000 year-old story that tells us everything we need to know about today’s “Christian” politics:

Jesus’ disciples had gathered around him in a private and intimate setting.

Finally, they thought, they could ask him, straight up, the question that had been haunting them, particularly now that the Roman authorities were starting to talk about punishing or even executing them: How they could be sure to hang out with Him in the afterlife?

Jesus told them that at the end of days He’d be sitting on His throne separating the sheep from the goats “as a shepherd divideth.”

The nations of “sheep” would go with Him to heaven, the “goats” to hell.

“For I was an hungred, and ye gave me food,” he told his disciples he would say to the sheep. “I was thirsty, and ye gave me drink: I was a stranger, and ye took me in: naked, and ye clothed me: I was sick, and ye visited me: I was in prison, and ye came unto me.”

At this point, His disciples — who had never, ever seen Jesus hungry, thirsty, homeless, sick, or naked — freaked out. Whoa! they shouted. We’re screwed!

“When saw we thee an hungred, and fed thee?” they asked, panicked. “Or thirsty, and gave thee drink? When saw we thee a stranger, and took thee in? Or naked, and clothed thee? Or when saw we thee sick, or in prison, and came unto thee?” “Verily I say unto you,” Jesus replied, reassuring them, “Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.”

This is the only place in the Bible where Jesus explicitly tells His disciples what acts they must perform, in their entirety, to get into heaven.

Feed the hungry, care for refugees, house and clothe the homeless, heal the sick, have compassion on those in prison.

That’s it.

And it’s a list that is quite literally the opposite of everything that Donald Trump advocates, stands for, and has done in his careers, both business and political.

While biblical scholars are split about who the actual “Beast” was that John referenced in his Revelation, many consider it to have been a then-politically-necessary cloaking of the identity of Roman Emperor Nero.

It was clearly a political figure, who represented the antithesis of the values and works Jesus laid out in the Sermon on the Mount and in Matthew 25.

A leader whose actions unleashed “a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him. And power was given unto them over the fourth part of the earth, to kill with sword, and with hunger, and with death, and with the beasts of the earth.”

Caller after caller to my program offered their own proofs of Trump being the Beast or the Antichrist:

“MAGA” means “magic” or “sorcerer” in Latin and multiple other languages

His grandfather’s name when he emigrated to America to start a whorehouse in the Pacific Northwest was “Drumpf,” which he changed to Trump. John in German is “Johann.” Therefore, his “actual” name is Donald Johann Drumpf — each name having six letters. (Weirdly, the same is true of Ronald Wilson Reagan, the guy who laid the foundation for MAGA.)

He illegally armed the Saudis for their merciless bombing war against Yemen which had five million peoplefacing famine as the Saudi military blocked food arrivals.

His family owns 666 Fifth Avenue.

He fooled millions of evangelical followers of Jesus, just as the Beast is supposed to do.

He put his own red-hat MAGA mark on their foreheads.

He consorts with “whores” and “criminals.”

It was an interesting exercise and conversation, and I was surprised by how many people are actually religiously freaked out about Trump.

But for me, all the proof I need that Trump, if not the biblical Antichrist, is at least a political one, is what he says and does. And I’ll bet that tonight he will reveal himself, both as a disciple of the “Father of Lies,” and through his anti-Christ-type policies.

As Pope Francis today tells us, a man’s “fruits” show us all we need to know about who he really is.

[kuroshitsuji-igurisshu]

G-fantasy April 2024

𖤐Hello everyone Kuronians𖤐

Today I would like to talk to you about this month's magazine where Yanuzza has brought this beautiful illustration on the cover. At first glance (even I thought so) it might seem like an uninteresting illustration, but if instead of looking at it we observe it, we can notice many interesting details.As I told you some time ago in the stories (IG), since the 15th anniversary the style of the illustrations has changed drastically so that there are two readings, which of course we also find here. On top of that, this illustration seems to be almost an anomaly considering that in 15 years, Yanuzza has never brought an illustration so "explicit" as to refer not only to the actual chapters but above all to the vibe of the work.

Starting by analysing Sebastian, we can see that his figure assumes a central role, in fact he is the first thing the eye rests on as he is the most imposing figure. Besides this motif, which already tells us a lot, it is interesting that he is not next to 'Ciel' but behind. He is not in a butler's position (butlers always stay a little behind their masters), rather he is anything but, as he is encompassing 'Ciel' to such an extent that the illustration becomes suffocating. Yanuzza has created a sort of private cage solely for 'Ciel' and, if you like, we can say that this pose of Sebastian's very much represents the figure of the guardian demon* (mind you, don't be fooled by the idyllic name) a figure actually present in Satanism.

The more I look at 'Ciel', the more I shiver at his tired posture. It is not simple tiredness, it is something deeper, like a stabbing pain in the chest that prevents you from breathing. This current state of his is intensified even more by the hunched position and, looking closely, you can see that although he is resting his chin on his little hand he occupies less space than expected, as if that tiredness (which personally seems more like depression to me) he does not want to show by withdrawing into himself, which he often does.Precisely for this reason, the other hand, the one holding the handle of the cup, is also very close to his body in an almost uncomfortable position, but one that allows him to 'shut himself in', especially because of the predominant figure of the demon invading his space.The space that Sebastian is occupying does not seem to be accidental, this because in proxemics it is called 'intimate space' a space that we only grant to a small circle of people (such as family) and yet, despite this, the demon hurls itself at him, enclosing him in a sort of prison emphasised by the arms that precisely encompass him, underlining once again the figure of the guardian demon. Moreover, the enclosed position of the human cub might also suggest fear or even discomfort at that inappropriate closeness.

In the first reading we can understand the peculiar as well as the obscure relationship between the two protagonists.

Among the most well-known meanings of the lily is that it represents purity and chastity, so much so that it is associated with the virgin Mary. As consistent as this may be (more or less, after all, kuro is not a Christian work), I do not think this is the main message Yanuzza wants to communicate to us. Besides that, the flower in question is often used in funerals, so much so that it has officially become Undertaker's flower. Speaking of the Undertaker... of Rich Black's illustration where the headless white horse token is seen, and considering that in this illustration Sebastian is not cutting the stem but the corolla, one would think that this could be the second warning for the Undertaker's imminent demise. After all, it was "Ciel" himself who revealed in the last chapter <this is the time for the revenge match> plus I'm pretty sure Seb is looking forward to clashing with the gravedigger considering what happened on the Campania.

Another very interesting element, in my opinion, is the scissors. Yanuzza could have drawn Seb with a knife being his favourite tool and yet, he drew a scissor. The latter, unlike the knife, has a different meaning: the knife kills; the scissors divides, separates. I wonder if this isn't a reference to the new season, to the fact that for the first time we had a clear separation with anime, so much so that you had to clarify the beginning of a new era by saying <the anime has nothing to do with me. My work, it's my manga> after all, the scissor puts an end to something, it breaks, and consequently creates a new order.

The most curious element is certainly the rose. I'll be honest, I haven't really understood what it is that he wants to communicate to us, also because I have the impression that in order to understand this element we need more information that we don't have at the moment.Having said that, the element of the red rose has always been more or less present in the work: in the cover of the manga there are brambles, Redmond seems to be the main bearer of this flower even if... a rather relevant character in my opinion could be Baron Kelvin, the very one who in the book of Circus revealed <the most beautiful roses are full of thorns> a phrase of ambiguous beauty that makes me think that he definitely knew more about Vincent. Maybe he'll come back to life? I'd love it, after all he was the only character who was entangled with the chaos of the cult and suspiciously was also an acquaintance of Vincent's.

This is not the first time that Yanuzza has included elements of Shakespeare in kuro, in fact, here I am attaching Shakespeare's poem entitled 'the fairest rose' where inside one can find some very interesting points that certainly refer to 'Ciel'. For the English poet, the rose is not just a flower, but a metaphor: the rose is always a rose, even if it should be called a table. So we are, and always will be, just ourselves, with all our strengths and faults. Perhaps with this sentence Yanuzza has tried to give importance to a child who has been neglected for far too long.

*If you are interested in learning more about the figure of the guardian demon, let me know in the comments!

If you are curious to see more of my posts, you can find me on IG as Kuroshiutsuji_itaru 😈

[tomorrowusa]

You can tell a lot about people by the company they keep.

Kanye West (AKA: Ye) had been a frequent visitor to the Trump White House and to Mar-a-Lago. A couple of years ago Kanye had dinner with Trump and Nazi Nick Fuentes.

KanYe has been a Hitler fanboy for years. Additional evidence of his devotion to Der Führer was revealed this week in court in California. Apparently he has his own Christian school called Donda Academy – which he runs like a Nazi.

In a text message to the former employee, Trevor Phillips, Ye compared himself to Hitler — “minus the gas chambers” — and appeared to simulate masturbation during a one-on-one meeting in a Southern California hotel room where the musician watched “The Batman” on mute, according to the 47-page suit filed in Los Angeles Superior Court.  The suit accuses Ye, formerly known as Kanye West, of calling out Black people in a discriminatory manner and praising the Nazi leader, pushing employees to do renovations without permits and telling employees they could be fired for being "fat," the suit says. He temporarily stiffed workers after Adidas cut ties with the rapper over his antisemitic comments, when bank accounts at the rapper's clothing brand, Yeezy, had been frozen, the suit says.

Of course he's corrupt like his buddy Donald (source of the name "Donda"?).

Ye “gloated” to staff at Yeezy, his fashion brand, and Donda Academy, the rapper’s Los Angeles-area school, about using $2 million of the school’s budget for a trip to Paris, according to the suit.

You have to wonder about the sort of parents who would send their kids to a hellhole like Donda Academy. Thankfully, the "school" closed last year.

During a Sunday service at the school in May, in front of dozens of people, Ye angrily told Phillips he was fired over an apparent issue with a garden at the school, according to the suit. When a tearful Phillips told Ye that his daughter attended Donda and that he was grateful for the job because of a potentially serious medical condition, Ye allegedly responded with an expletive-laden “tantrum” in which the musician disparaged Phillips and his child, according to the suit. Ye then allegedly told Phillips: “I was going to punch you in the face.”

Trump stated that he want to be dictator on Day One and he hangs around with crazed Nazis. Don't say you haven't been warned.

[madhatterbri]

Conducting Business | C.C.

Summary: Reader distracts Christian while he is conducting business. 18+.

"I'm home," you called out in the house after walking through the front door. You expected Christian to be waiting for you after being on the road with AEW. You walked towards his office.

The familiae voice of his boss, Tony, filled his office. You remained quiet and sat across from him. He sighed and muted himself. "Conducting business," he mouthed to you before rolling his blue eyes. He removed himself from mute and agreed with whatever his boss was droning on about.

Those words always ignited something in her. Something took control of you when those words fluttered off his lips. You slipped out of the chair and crawled towards him. Christian looked down in confusion. Your hands touched his knees and his legs jerked.

Slowly, your hands made their ways up his inner thighs and towards his groin. His breath hitched. He moved his hands to grab hers. His hands were about to push her away but his boss distracted him.

"Christian, are you even listening?" Tony asked. His voice sounded urgent like he was talking about the most important thing in the world. Christian immediately turned his attention away from you and to his boss.

Your hand went a little higher. His cock already hard from being on the road. Christian shifted in his seat uncomfortably. He tried to answer Tony normally while not giving away what was happening in his office.

"Are you feeling all right, Chris? You sound like your in pain," Tony pressed worried that one of his stars was injured. Christian's antics were getting a lot of hits on YouTube. He couldn't afford to lose him.

Christian cleared his throat as you unzipped his pants. His hard dick freed itself from his boxers. They had sex in here plenty of times but never while he was conducting business. If only they could see him now. Their champion rendered weak by his girlfriend.

"I'm fine, Tony," he gasped once your hand rubbed him up and down painfully slow. His hips bucked wanting her to pick up the speed. "Just sore from working out,"

You didn't hear Tony's response. He was at your mercy and you thrived in it. You picked up the speed as he groaned in his hand. Precum started to spill on her hand. Slowly, you licked up a line up his cock before taking the head in your mouth.

The hand over his mouth couldn't contain the noise that came out. He leaned back in his chair. His hips bucking once more towards you. He gripped the side of his desk. You scooted closer and took more of him inside your mouth.

"Do you need anything else, Tony?" He asked urgently. Heavy gasps were slipping out of him. He didn't even bother to hide it anymore. His legs spread wider as he leaned back in his chair. Your head was now between his legs and the desk.

"We can talk later. Get some rest and don't push yourself so hard at the gym," Tony bid him farewell.

The call barely ended before Christian pulled you up.

"Bend over, now," he ordered. He had a dark look in his eyes. You happily obliged while giggling. Bracing yourself against the desk, you felt his hands lower your shorts. They lowered to around your ankles.

"I was conducting business," He informed you while he rubbed your ass. One swift motion and he spanked you. A soft moan slipped past your lips. He spanked her a few more times. "What do you say?"

"I'm sorry, daddy," you whined.

He massaged your sore ass with one hand. His other hand rubbed to your outer thigh. His thumb rubbing up and down on your damp underwear.

"Do you want to know what I am going to do to you?" He asked dangerously. The question must have been rhetorical because he gave you no time to answer. Shortly after he slipped your underwear down.

His hand cupped your wet sex. Whines filled the room as his thumb circled your clit. You shook your hips to get away. He used his other hand to hold you down.

"What did you expect was going to happen after you misbehaved to daddy, huh?" He asked ignoring your pleas. Your body cried out wanting him to be inside you. "You thought I was going to let this go?"

Once he was satisfied that you weren't going to squirm anymore he slipped a finger inside of you. You found yourself unable to verbally answer. You whined and shook your head.

"This is what is going to happen, baby. I am going to eat you out and then fuck you until you learn your lesson, understood?" He asked.

You felt Christian get on his knees behind you. The brief moment giving you a chance to gasp for air. His breath was felt between her legs. Christian used his years of experience on you. Excellent combinations of tongue flicks and mouth suction threw you into pure bliss. His finger working you into a frenzy. You bit your lip feeling yourself chasing your orgasm. He pulled away before you could finished.

"No," you whined loudly in frustration. The lack of completion leaving you wanting more. Christian loved to do this as punishment. He could edge you for a while before he needed to bury himself in you.

"You are lucky I was gone for so long. I can't wait as long," he whispered in your ear as he hovered over you. His hand wrapped around your hair. Hot tears fell down your cheeks in frustration. You nodded like while stuck in a babbling mess.

Christian stood back up and entered you with a swift thrust. His hands gripped your hips. Each thrust moved the desk back and forth. You moved with him wanting him to fill you completely.

"Oh, fuck, your name," he groaned. His once detailed thrusts now became sloppy. His animal instincts kicked in.

"Ch-christian, please," you begged.

One final thrust was it. Your moans echoed in the office. Your juices flowed over him as he finished inside of you. He pulled out and smiled seeing the mess between your legs. He sat in his office chair admiring the view before him.

"Maybe you can interrupt while I'm conducting business," he smiled and placed you on his lap. He buried his face in your hair and kissed softly.

[thesupreme316]

Can I make a request with the boys with a reader who is introverted and how the boys make them feel more comfortable (please add Daniel Garcia he’s my pookie🤭)

AEW STARS React To: Having An Introverted S/O

Pairings: Daniel Garcia x Reader, Eddie Kingston x Reader, Max Caster x Reader, Ricky Starks x Reader, MJF x Reader, Hook x Reader, Christian Cage x Reader

Word Count: 837

Supreme Speaks: otay sorry for being late but here is another post. also OVER 300 FOLLOWERS??? thank yall so much for the support and love yall show my posts💖 please remember that you are loved and appreciated!

Warnings: GIFS ARE NOT MINE, slightly proofread, fluffy as shit

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

Daniel Garcia (ya pookie):

Okay I am convinced that DG is an ambivert

Mans is both extroverted and introverted

So he understands when you need to wind down

Would constantly take you to your favorite places

I would also like to think that DG is that person who would drop everything for you if your battery dies or if you don’t feel well

Isiah: Danny, where are you go-

DG: My baby needs me, now move mushroom

Is perfectly fine with you being shy/introverted and doesn’t judge you at all

Hook:

As an introvert, he doesn’t give it any thought

He would find your introverted self adorable

I think to make you more comfortable, he would participate with you in various activities

Because of him being private, he won’t force you to do anything that you don’t want to

Keeps a list of many things you like to do

Doesn’t force you to speak or introduce yourself to others

Knows that you don’t have plans so if he needs to run errands; he’s dragging you with him

If anything he’s your security guard while you sit in the corner on your phone or reading

Ricky Starks:

OKAY LISTEN

We know how spectacular (and bold) this man is

But he is super understanding and caring

Know when he needs to tone it down so doesn’t overwhelm you

He will push you to speak to others but he wouldn’t want you to change

Ricky will try to help you find new comforts but is okay with just the two of you sitting at home and watching tv

To make you comfy, he’ll tease you with loving remarks, letting you know that he adores your introverted self

He’ll also talk for you if you want him to (cause Jesus that man can talk)

Eddie Kingston (ma husband):

LOOK

In my mind, Eddie is sensitive and can detect how people from first meeting them

So when he first meets you and sees how introverted you are, he immediately attaches himself to you and becomes your guard dog

He prefers to sit in corners anyway, so your introverted life is his speed

Hates to push “out of your comfort zone” but he will support you in whatever you do

Will ditch whoever to come and check on you; it doesn’t matter who they are

To make you comfortable, he will speak up for you (especially if you can’t say no to people)

Tbh, its like Rottweiler x Black Cat type of relationship

Christian Cage: (ma sugar daddy)

Teehee this man believes you are just adorable beyond relief

Doesn’t mind doing the majority of the talking when you two are together

I feel like he’ll introduce you to others and if you don’t show interest/or speak up, he is quick to leave with you in tow

To comfort you, he will tone down his extrovertness (? Idk if that’s a word) and make himself available for you to warm up to him

He doesn’t wanna scare you off

Christian will even let up on the teasing and “bullying” others just to make sure that you’re okay

But he will buy you gifts to let you know what he likes you

I feel like overall, the man is changing his himself and personality to adhere to you and your interest

Max Caster:

I will admit it (cause this is how I visualize it)

He initially fucks up

Max is so damn loud and hyper that he scares you off very quickly

After calming down, he apologizes to you and actually becomes close to you before asking you out

He tries to make you louder and (boldly) confident but is told repeatedly by Anthony and Billy that you prefer to be away from the spotlight and like to be quiet most of the time

From then on, Max tries his best to ensure that he’s not being too loud around you

To make you comfy, I can see him trying to make you laugh at any place or time (so he still doesn’t shut up)

Man is whipped for you and will do anything to make you feel comfortable

That includes taping his mouth shut

MJF:

Hehe this man

He will gladly be the mouthpiece of your relationship

Unlike other people, MJF will loudly announce that you guys would need to leave and not lie

“Okay you marks, you all with your repulsive faces and boring personalities are draining my lovely yet quiet significant other. So…we are leaving, peace bitches”

He’ll introduce you to others..but that’s it for fear that you’ll get overwhelmed

Like Ricky and Max, he can talk your ear off if it’s what you need

Or he’ll just sit down and watch TV with you like Hook

Since dating you, he’s calmed down with his arrogance and tries his best not to get angry

Around you….he’s still an asshole to everyone else

[merlincersei]

Merlin BBC UK TV Show - A Psychological Analysis Series Part 11

Season 2 Episode 9 - “ The Lady of the Lake”

Writing this post proved to be a challenge as I had to condense all my thoughts and ideas in a coherent manner without it being all over the place.

While providing a synopsis of the episode, I will be highlighting the subliminal themes portrayed here in CAPITAL LETTERS AS WELL AS MY ANALYSIS to cover every aspect of the episode.

____________________________________________________________

Merlin is introduced to the character of Freya, a Druid girl trapped in a bounty hunter's cage (RESTRICTION) belonging to a man named Halig.

Despite Gaius's warnings not to interfere and against a background of a stormy night (INTERNAL CONFLICT) Merlin openly uses magic (QUEERNESS) in-front of Freya to reassure her that he is there to help and frees her, before narrowly escaping Halig.

Merlin hides the girl in the catacombs (THE PLACE THE OVERWROUGHT SUBCONSCIOUS MIND BURIES ALL OF THE PROBLEMS AND SECRETS ) beneath Camelot (SOCIETY) and promises to look after her.

She asks Merlin why he saved her and he says it could have easily been him in the cage (BOTH MERLIN AND FREYA ARE MAGICAL CREATURES LIVING IN A SOCIETY THAT CONDEMNS THEM FOR WHO THEY ARE)

Halig goes to Uther and notifies him of Freya's escape with the help of an accomplice. Uther assigns a detachment of guards to capture them.

The next 30 minutes of the episode becomes the main core of my analysis.

_____________________________________________________________

Merlin performing domestic duties for Arthur:

IN THE PATRIARCHIAL WORLD OF UTHER'S CAMELOT, MERLIN PERFORMS TASKS WHICH ARE CONSIDERED FEMININE.

MERLIN PREPARES AND SERVES ARTHUR FOOD.

MERLIN PREPARES ARTHUR'S BATH.

MERLIN CLEANS ARTHUR'S CLOTHES AND SHOES.

MERLIN FUSSES OVER ARTHURS WEIGHT AND APPEARANCE.

ALL WHICH HE DOES EVERYDAY FOR WHICH HE IS NEVER APPRECIATED OR THANKED.

SOUNDS LIKE A COMPLAINT A LOT OF WIVES HAVE.

_____________________________________________________________

Arthur views Merlin as feminine and lacking masculine traits:

ARTHUR SEES MERLIN CARRYING A BLACK DRESS AND ASSUMES IT IS FOR MERLIN HIMSELF

_____________________________________________________________

Merlin steals food from Arthur to give it to Freya:

FOOD AND SEX HAVE BEEN ASSOCIATED FROM ANTIQUITY.

EVEN MODERN STUDIES HAVE CONFIRMED THE STRONG CONNECTION BETWEEN SEX AND FOOD.

SOURCE: https://www.researchgate.net/figure/Correlations-between-sex-and-eating-variables_tbl1_290219210

JUDEO-CHRISTIANITY SEES GLUTTONY AND LUST AS INTERCHANGEABLE, BOTH SINS OF THE FLESH.

IN MEDIEVAL TIMES, AN UNFAITHFUL WIFE WAS OFTEN ACCUSED OF HIDING FOOD FROM HER HUSBAND ONLY TO GIVE IT TO HER LOVER (MAKING HER ADULTERY AN ECONOMIC PROBLEM AS WELL).

USING THE CONTEXT ABOVE, IT IS QUITE FUNNY TO SEE HOW MERLIN STEALS FLESH (MEAT) FROM ARTHUR TO GIVE IT TO FREYA.

_____________________________________________________________

Freya reveals to Merlin that she is cursed:

HERE THE CURSE THAT FREYA IS TALKING ABOUT IS HER BEING A TRANSGENDER PERSON.

THERE ARE FEW BETTER SYMBOLS FOR SOMEONE GOING THROUGH THE PROCESS OF FEMALE-TO-MALE TRANSITION THAN THE HUMAN TO CREATURE TRANSFORMATION TROPE.

WHEN YOU ARE ON HRT TESTOSTERONE THERAPY, MOST PEOPLE BECOME HAIRIER AND STRONGER AND GAIN MUSCLE, WHICH IS VERY SIMILAR TO THE BASTET CREATURE TRANSFORMATION BY FREYA.

PLEASE NOTE, I AM NOT SAYING THAT TRANSGENDER PEOPLE ARE CURSED. I AM SIMPLY SAYING IT CAN FEEL LIKE A CURSE CONSIDERING THE BIGOTRY AND HATE TRANSGENDER PEOPLE FACE.

______________________________________________________________

Freya and Merlin profess their love for each other and kiss.

Against this background, Halig is narrowing in on Freya's hideout.

Freya decides to escape Camelot, believing that Merlin is better off without her. She is then confronted by Arthur, Halig and a group of knights.

Arthur manages to badly wound Freya in her Bastet form before being distracted by a gargoyle which was toppled by Merlin.( IT IS A REAL COINCIDENCE THAT ARTHUR ATTACKS FREYA WHO HAD KISSED MERLIN A FEW MOMENTS AGO, SIMILARLY TO HOW ARTHUR WOULD ATTACK LANCELOT FOR KISSING GWEN IN SEASON 4 EPISODE 9)

Merlin runs after Freya to find her mortally wounded. (IT IS THE OBJECT OF MERLIN’S HOMOSEXUAL DESIRES (ARTHUR) WHO KILLS THE OBJECT OF HIS HETEROSEXUAL DESIRE (FREYA) )

A heartbroken Merlin places her body on a boat and uses his magic to give her a traditional funeral by the lake. (I THOUGHT IT WAS VERY POIGNANT IN HINDSIGHT BECAUSE ONCE FREYA DIES AND BECOMES LADY OF THE LAKE THESE TWO NEVER SHARE A ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIP AGAIN. SHE IS LITERALLY SUBMERGED INTO THE LAKE WHICH IS A METPHAPHOR FOR MERLIN’S CONCIOUSNESS. LOCKED AWAY FOREVER)

Back at Camelot, Arthur aware that Merlin is upset helps cheer him up before delegating him more tasks. (MERLIN'S HOMOSEXUALITY HAS FINALLY WON OUT AND HE HAS ACCEPTED HIS DESTINY I.E ARTHUR ROFLMAO. PRIOR TO THIS EPISODE MERLIN DID SHOW HINTS OF ATTRACTION TOWARDS THE OPPOSITE SEX. THIS IS EVIDENCED BY HIM ADMIRING MORGANA IN SEASON 1 EPISODE 1 AND NIMUEH IN SEASON 1 EPISODE 4. HOWEVER FROM THIS EPISODE ON, MERLIN SHOWS NO ATTRACTION TO ANY FEMALE CHARACTER WHAT SO EVER. THIS IS EXPRESSED EXPLICITLY IN SEASON 4 EPISODE 8 WHERE THE LAMIA SEEMS TO BE ABLE TO ENCHANT ALL THE MEN EXCEPT MERLIN. GWEN EVEN ASKS WHY EVERY MAN EXCEPT MERLIN HAS BEEN ENCHANTED.)

I TRULY ENJOYED THIS EPISODE AS IT IS RIFE WITH SYMBOLISM FOR ME TO PICK APART AND ANALYZE !

[haha-mania]

Just Admit It

Fandom - WWE/WWF

Pairing - Lee!Edge x Ler!Christian

Warnings: This contains tickle content! If this type of thing isn’t your cup of tea then please continue to scroll. No need for hate.

Loud laughter filled the room as Christian playfully pinned his buddy to the ground and tickled him everywhere he could reach. “Come on Adam..just admit you love it!” Christian teased as he scribbled his fingers wildly over the fellow vampire’s sides. Edge had always been super ticklish and both Gangrel and Christian always took advantage of it. However, the fellow vamp didn’t really seem to mind the constant tickle attacks from his buddies. Edge actually enjoyed being tickled but nobody knew that fact except for the other Brood members.

“Yahahaha!! Christiahahahan!!” Edge cackled as the blonde haired vamp’s hands moved to his stomach. He wriggled and tried to pry off Christian’s hands but he had a good grip on him. “Tickle tiiickleee~” Cage whispered, his fingers reaching the lee’s neck. “AHAHAHA!! Christian nohohoho!!” Adam cried, scrunching his eyes shut in laughter. He shook his head back and forth as Christian’s hands switched from spot to spot, earning loud squeals and yelps from the fellow vampire. “Plehehehease!!”

“All you gotta do is admit you love this and I’ll stop! It’s that simple, Adam..” Cage replied. He removed himself from Edge’s upper body and proceeded to plonk himself on top of the vamp’s ankles. Adam’s eyes went wide as he realized what was coming. “Wait, Christian don’t- AAAAHAHAHAHAHA!!” The vampire interrupted himself with a loud scream of laughter as he felt Christian’s fingers scribbling up and down his socked feet. “OOHHAHAHA NOHOHOHO NOT THERE!! PLEASE NOT THAHAHAHA!!”

The fellow Brood member chuckled hearing his buddy’s wild laughter. He continued for a few more minutes, enjoying Edge’s amusing sounds. “OKAY OKAHAHAHAY!! I LOVE IT I LOHOHOHOVE IT!!” The lee managed to get out through his intense cackles. Christian smiled and got up, finally letting Edge go.

Edge lay there on the floor, panting and trying to catch his breath. After getting himself together, Adam sat up, a huge grin glued to his face. “That was so fun, Christian..” he admitted, making the other smile proudly. “I knew you enjoyed it, Adam. You always like when me and Grel tickle you” the vamp teased, earning a playful slap on the arm from Edge. It was true though, Edge could never turn down a good tickle.

[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.

ೃ༄ find out how to request via my page

[officialchristiancagebbgirlblog]

as announced an Christian Cage X Fem Reader with NSFW Prompts 10, 30 and 40 again with Vanny as Name and the 22 Years Age Gap😳

10: shower/bath sex

30: “fuck, baby, don’t stop!”

40: “not so fast, baby, it’s better when you take your time”

Tag: @brideofinfamy

Warnings: mild swearing

Fic type: smut

Word count: 1128

Link to masterlist

Happy reading 🩷

Vanny stood under the warm water of the shower, enjoying the sensation of it running down her body. Since Christian was still a little while away from home she figured she’d clean herself early so she didn’t have to do it later. He luckily hadn’t been away for as long as he had been in the past so she wasn’t missing him as much as she normally would. She only saw him that morning after all! There was still a big part of her that yearned for him to be there though. Thankfully, he was only about 20 minutes away so it wasn’t too much of a wait. Plus, he now had a few weeks off so they were able to go on that holiday abroad they had been planning.

So she stood under the warmth, scrubbing away at her hair thinking about all the fun things they were going to do that evening. She didn’t know if she wanted to cook dinner with him or order food in, if she wanted to watch a film or a tv show. The choices really were endless! Realising that she was getting excited about the decisions made her laugh to herself. When they got together originally, she was thrilled about the idea of travelling, seeing new places, being shown off by her older boyfriend to his friends and other members of the public all around the world. But now, after three years of a blissful relationship, she craved domesticity more. Just spending time inside with Christian excited her more. The fact that there was no one to interrupt their plans or to keep them out until the late hours of the evening was amazing. They could fully enjoy each other's company.

As she washed the shampoo out of her hair, her mind wandered to the memories of his naked body. His body hair always felt so good against her soft, smooth skin, tickling her when he moved. It was always this odd mix of soft and slightly spiky, but it never failed to excite her. Running her hands over it was always so fun, like touching a soft carpet. And his legs! Despite the thinness of them, they were strong. Certainly stronger than they looked. Whenever they’d have sex somewhere that wasn’t a bed, he’d hold her off the floor against the wall with ease. Something about the way he would lift her and hold her in place while he pounded into her was so…incredible.

Being so distracted by her thoughts, she hadn’t heard him enter the house. Christian called out to her thinking she might’ve just been in the bedroom. When he didn’t get a response, he removed his shoes, dropped his bags in the living room and made his way further into the house. As he moved in, he heard the shower running and smirked to himself, knowing he was about to get the best view he had seen all day. He undressed himself on the way to the bathroom leaving a trail of clothes behind him. Surprising Vanny was always a blast. Even more so when she was guaranteed to be naked. Carefully and quietly opening the bathroom door, he stepped in to see her standing with eyes closed, head thrown back. She looked so gorgeous with her mouth slightly agape and water trickling down her body. But the best part was seeing what her hands were doing: one hand kneaded her breast, fingers gently twisting her nipple, while the other rubbed between her legs, pleasuring herself to the thought of her boyfriend. He felt goosebumps run up his body when she moshed out his name, gasping as her finger slipped between the wet folds of her cunt. He gasped silently, his cock springing to attention, pre cum splattering into his stomach at the excitement. He couldn’t help but groan as he walked into the shower, wrapping his arms around Vanny’s waist.

She gasped in surprise at the sudden embrace, taking a second to calm down from the shock as she realised it was only Christian. He smiled and leant forward to lock lips with her, licking at her bottom lip to beg for entry. Vanny parted her lips some more to allow his tongue to slither in, exploring her mouth just like he had done a thousand times before. His wandering hands slid down her body, spending time re-introducing themselves to her breasts, mimicking her motions with a higher intensity.

“Not so fast, baby!” She urged, pulling away to breathe, “It’s better when you take your time.”

He apologised with a smile as they resumed the kiss, his hands now squeezing and playing with her breasts at a slower pace. Vanny moaned into his mouth as the pleasure slowly built up.

“I don’t think I can wait for foreplay today, gorgeous. I need you now.” His voice was desperate, cock twitching with excitement. Christian lifted her with ease, the water running between them as their lips never separated, tongues still rubbing up against each other with passion. He wasted no time in pushing his cock inside her, Vanny groaning at the feeling of finally being stretched out. She was already soaking wet, positively dripping at the thought of his cock. Christian snapped his hips upwards at a fast yet steady pace. It wasn’t long before they were both a moaning mess, gripping onto each other as he controlled the level of pleasure. “Fuck, baby, don’t stop!” She whined out, gasping against his lips, inhaling the heat of his breath. His hands gripped her hips tight as she dug her nails into his shoulders, the tip of his cock brushing against her g spot. It was an amazing feeling. So much so that she had barely any time to tell him that her orgasm was about to hit. Thankfully, he already knew. “Let it out, Vanny. Cum for me!”

Her walls clenched around him as she shouted out his name which bounced off the walls into his ears. Christian grunted as his orgasm hit shortly after. There was a bit of a rush on his end as he quickly pulled out, ribbons of cum spurting against the wall behind her. He pressed his forehead to her chest, breathing heavily as he came down from the high.

“Oh baby, that was amazing.” He mumbled, letting her down with a chaste kiss. Vanny smiled in agreement, moving back under the water and grabbing a bottle of conditioner.

“Care to help me finish up?” She cheeked, offering him the bottle with an innocent smile. Christian chuckled, motioning her to turn around as he opened the lid. With a slap on the ass, he conditioned her hair, humming a random tune to himself as he worked his fingers against her scalp.

[im-just-a-mississippi-girl]

You’re Still the One

Pairing: Christian Cage x female!reader

Category: Fluff

Word count: 4,251

Summary: Christian takes a trip down memory lane.

Warnings: Swearing, Age gap — reader is late 20s/early 30s

Requested by: anon

You can find the original request here!

A/N: I decided to try a little bit of a different format for this one. This can be read by itself if you so desire! Also, You’re Still the One by Shania Twain is the inspiration ❤️

Part 1

Masterlist

Taglist

Gif is not mine. Credit to owner.

It had been a year since your car accident and things were going great. You had made a full recovery and were arguably better than ever. On top of that, you and Christian had gotten engaged and now it was four months until the wedding.

Christian was happier than he had ever been, he was going to marry the woman of his dreams. He saw how excited and happy you were about it too, the way your eyes lit up at the thought, the way you smiled so big that he just knew your cheeks hurt.

He honestly never thought this would be his life. When he finally made his comeback to wrestling and debuting in AEW, he had no idea that you were already there — his future wife.

Christian smiled to himself as you rolled over, throwing an arm across his chest and snuggling up to him in the bed. He placed a feather light kiss to the top of your head. You being this close to him, this content, this peaceful made his mind wander to all the milestones in your relationship from the day you two met up until present day, smiling as the memories flooded his thoughts.

The First Time You Met

He remembered the first time you met very vividly, like it was yesterday and not two years ago. You were chatting away with Britt, discussing your upcoming match together when Christian had walked by. He had just made his debut in AEW and of course everyone was talking about it, including you. You had always been a fan of his so when you saw him walk through the tunnel your jaw dropped — you were going to be working with the Christian Cage. Britt had noticed you were distracted and snapped her fingers, grabbing your attention. “Sorry, he’s just so…..” You struggled to find words to express your feelings but you couldn’t find the right one.

“Go talk to him! I saw him glance at you when he passed by.” Britt had a mischievous look on her face, one you came to know very well.

“Oh no, Britt I couldn’t. I’d just make a fool of myself.” You shook your head, dismissing her idea.

If only you had went over there yourself.

Later in the night, you and Britt had your match. Britt had come up to you before her music was supposed to play and told you, “If you win, I let you crush on Christian and won’t say a word, but if I win, I’ll set you two up and you can’t do anything to stop me.” She grinned, a wicked grin causing you to groan. You’ve know Britt for last six years. You met her through Adam who’s been like a brother to you for close to a decade now. You were thankful Adam got together with Britt, you liked her more than the previous girls. Over the years you and Britt became very close so you knew she’d do everything she could to win if it meant getting to play matchmaker. She’s set you up with guys before and they’ve been decent but nothing special.

The match came and went and low and behold, Britt won, granted she had help from Rebel but you couldn’t change that.

A little later on, you went into catering and saw Britt and Adam at a table talking with Christian. You were about to bolt but you got caught as Britt and Adam called your name and waved you over.

Begrudgingly, you joined the trio at the table.

Christian watched as you sat down in the only seat available at the table — the one beside him. He offered you a friendly smile and attempted to make conversation. “Hi. You were amazing in your match tonight.”

You tried your hardest to hide the blush creeping up on your cheeks. “Th-Thanks.”

Once conversation began to flow between the four of you, Britt and Adam ‘suddenly’ remembered some vaguely important thing they had to go do, purposefully leaving you alone with your longtime crush. You glared at them, knowing exactly what they were doing.

Thankfully, things didn’t turn awkward after the couple left. The conversation continued to flow smoothly despite the age difference until you both had to leave.

That Friday Christian asked you for your number and three weeks later he asked you out on a date.

The First Date

He remembered that first date you two went on. He went old school and brought you a bouquet of assorted flowers followed by a nice dinner. Afterwards he took you to little spot over looking the city, it was gorgeous all lit up as the sky became dark, the stars shining bright overhead. He went old school again when he dropped you off at your house, walking you to the door and giving you a sweet kiss on the cheek goodnight but you weren’t having it. You caught his arm before he could walk away, he turned around looking at you confused and a little worried. You wordlessly stood on your tiptoes and pulled him down by his lapels of his blazer, your lips captured his in a more passionate kiss than the one before. “Goodnight Christian.” You winked, a playful smile on your face as you entered your home and shutting the door. You peaked out the window by the door and watched him get in his car and drive away.

Your First Time Together

The first time you two took that step and decided to sleep together was full of love and affection. He was so gentle and sweet with you, never pushing you to do anything you didn’t want to or felt uncomfortable doing. Christian remembered how nervous and shy you were, covering your body with your arms, blushing beet red. He remembered you couldn’t look him in the eyes until he gently took your chin between his fingers and turned your face to look at him. “You don’t have anything to be worried or shy about.” Christian told you with sincerity.

You nodded knowing deep down he was right, but it had been a while since you were so vulnerable in front of someone. Your ex wasn’t this affectionate or gentle, hence why you were nervous. “It’s been a while since I’ve been with someone so sweet,” You admitted.

Christian nodded, a silent understanding of what you were saying.

He took his time with you, asking you if what he was doing was okay, giving you compliments and encouragement.

That night ended up being the best night you ever had with a man.

Nasty Comments

It wasn’t long after you started dating Christian that you began receiving nasty comments and messages from people online.

Christian saw how much the negativity was hurting you so he decided to take matters into his own hands. He couldn’t stand to see you upset and crying so he grabbed his phone and went to a different room. He wanted everyone to understand how badly their words hurt you and how much they pissed him off which led to his decision of recording a video in hopes that it would be the most effective way of getting the message across.

The video ended up being a little longer than he had planned but he didn’t care, he needed to get it all off his chest and out in the open.

Not even ten minutes after he posted the video, he saw retweets and likes and sweet comments from the fans that truly cared. An hour later, there were two hashtags trending, supporting you and Christian and the other showing you love.

When you finally caved and looked at Twitter, you were shocked to see the love, support, and apologies. You scrolled through reading them, a smile gradually growing on your face until you finally saw Christian’s video. You watched it and immediately began to cry. No one had ever stood up for you like that before, it meant the world to you.

Once finished, you searched the whole house for your sweetheart. You found him on the back porch a steaming cup of coffee in hand. You didn’t say a word as you walked up to him and kissed his cheek. “Thank you. I love you more than words can express.” You sniffled, becoming overwhelmed with love and appreciation.

Christian set his coffee cup down on the little table next to him and gently pulled you into his lap. He kissed the top of your head once you were settled, your head resting on his chest just under his chin. His armed wrapped around you in a protective and loving embrace. “I love you beyond comprehension, love.” He gave you a little squeeze and another kiss to the top of your head.

The two of you stayed like that until you had to get up and ready for an upcoming flight.

Memorable Anniversary Gift

The most memorable anniversary was when you surprised Christian with a two week long visit to Canada. You saw how down he had been lately, getting injured and having to be out of action for months at a time.

You had everything planned out regarding the trip, all that was left was to decide how to surprise him.

You ultimately decided that you would put the plane tickets in a gift bag along with a bunch of Canadian themed items and a little note that read — ‘Pack your bags! We’re going to Canada!’ You even drew the Canadian flag on the note to add extra emphasis.

“Hey babe! I got you a little something.” You beamed as Christian entered the house after his physical therapy appointment. Typically you went with him but this time you semi-lied and said you had things to do and errands to run.

Christian chuckled and shook his head as he crossed the room to sit next to you on the couch. “Buying me a gift was your idea of ‘things to do and errands to run’ I see.” He teased as you handed him the gift bag.

“Just hush and open it! You’re gonna love it!” You rolled your eyes and suppressed a smile.

Christian did as he was told. Tossing the tissue paper to the floor, you watched eagerly for his reaction when the realization set in. He pulled out Canadian themed item after Canadian themed item until he saw the envelope you put the tickets and note in. You could barely contain your excitement as he opened the envelope and pulled out the tickets first. “What’s this?” He asked, looking at you quizzically.

“Read the note!” You gestured to envelope where the note still resided.

Still confused, Christian pulled out the note and began reading. You watched as his eyes grew wide and jaw drop. “What? Sweetheart, are you serious?” He finally looked up at you to see your wide smile.

“Hell yeah! I know you’ve been feeling down lately and I’ve noticed you seem to be a little homesick so I thought why not? And before you say anything about our anniversary in a few weeks, think of this as an early anniversary present. You deserve this baby. You’ve earned it.” You leaned up and kissed his cheek.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you but I’m glad I did it. This is the best gift anyone has ever given me. Thank you baby. love you.” He took your chin between his fingers and tilted your head up to give you the most loving kiss.

“I love you too. Now let’s get packing! We leave in three days if you didn’t read the tickets.” You jump up and take off down the hall to your shared bedroom.

“I swear you’re more excited than I am.” He called after you, laughing at your eagerness.

Holidays

The holidays can be a stressful time for many people and you were no different.

That first holiday came and you were beyond stressed with cooking and decorating and ensuring both your families had a great time. Christian was quick to notice your panicked state — fingers toying with your hair and the hem of your shirt, feeble attempts calm yourself down with deep breaths, eyes beginning to water at all the pressure to make this first holiday go smoothly and perfectly.

Christian wasn’t worried about the get together, but he know how much it meant to you. You had been planning for months on how things would go and you had it all figured out until you ended up burning couple of dishes. It all went downhill from there. You missed counted the number of chairs and plates, you dropped two glasses as you were setting the table and your phone wouldn’t stop ringing.

Christian had heard all the commotion but the glass breaking was what sent him running to the kitchen, worried you had hurt yourself by accident. “Baby, are you okay? I heard—” He froze once he took in the state of you and the kitchen. You were crying at the kitchen counter and the kitchen looked like a tornado hit. “Oh, sweetheart…” Christian trialed off as he rounded the island. “It’s okay. It’s all going to be okay.” He softly told you as he pulled you into his warm embrace.

“It’s all ruined!” You sobbed into your boyfriend’s chest, drenching his shirt with your tears.

“No it’s not, love. We can fix this, we still have plenty of time.” Christian encouraged, rubbing soothing motions on your back. “How about you take a break and I clean up? We can start over, make something else if we have to.” He assured you that this was just a set back. “Go take a bubble bath, let me take it from here.” You could hear the insistence in his voice and nodded.

After your bath, you re-entered the kitchen. It was spotless, like you hadn’t even started cooking yet. You’re eyes landed on your sweet handsome man who was throwing together what looked like your favorite meal. You couldn’t be sure from the doorway but when the smell filled your nose, you knew you guessed right. You’re heart melted at the sweetness before you, eyes watering with emotion. “Need some help?” Your voice was slightly shaky as you tried not to cry once more.

Christian turned to face you and shook his head. “No baby, go rest. I’ll take care of dinner. Besides you need all that energy when the kids arrive. They love you, you know? Can’t say I blame them.” He grinned with a wink.

“Let me at least set the table. I’ll be extra careful this time.” You promised.

“Okay, but I’ve got my eye on you.” Christian joked, passing you the dishes on the top shelf.

Car Accident

He remembered the car accident like it was yesterday, even though it had been a year ago. The anxiety, fear, and worry he felt back then is still vivid to this day when he thinks about it too long. He was beyond grateful and thankful you had the injuries you had because he knew that it could have been worse and the possibility that you would still be here would have been slim. He still didn’t know exactly how the accident occurred but it didn’t matter, you were alive and in one piece and making a full recovery. The accident made him realize just him much he loved you and how much he needed you.

Even though he loved to take care of you, he didn’t want you hurt like that ever again. Seeing you in the hospital hit him hard, his heart broke seeing you laid up in that hospital bed with all those machines hooked up to you. Every time a monitor or machine would beep, Christian’s heart would stop until you moved or spoke. He was so terrified of something going going wrong out of the blue.

That day was the day Christian promised himself he would do everything in his power to protect you from as much harm as possible, and it was also the day that he knew he had to marry you asap, unable to bare another day without you as his wife.

The Proposal

Christian was so nervous to ask you to marry him. He practiced every chance he got, in the bathroom, in the car, in the locker room, and even on his friends — Edge and Frankie Kazarian heard the speech so much they could recite it for him. He just didn’t want anything to go wrong, it had to be perfect because you were perfect.

The evening came a lot quicker than Christian had anticipated but he quadruple checked that everything was ready to go. Ring? Check. Dinner reservations? Check. Clear skies to watch the sunset? Check. Dressed in his best outfit? Check. Told you to dress extra fancy? Check.

He was patiently waiting for you in the living room as you finished getting ready. He fidgeted on the couch and patted his jacket pocket to make sure the ring was still there — it was.

You entered the living room, adjusting your necklace as you did so. Christian looked up hearing your heels clicking on the hardwood floor. He felt like the wind had been sucked out of him, completely taken aback at your beauty. “Wow! You look… so stunning!” He stood making his way over to you to help you with your necklace.

“Thank you.” You blushed, his compliments always made you feel butterflies. You felt his fingers brush against yours and take over with the clasp. You were appreciative of his help. You knew when you chose that necklace the clasp was tricky.

You felt his hands leave the back of your neck. You looked up at him, taking in his attire. “You look unbelievably handsome.” You grinned, standing on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek. Even in heels, he was still taller than you.

Christian glanced at his watch, noticing the time he fished his keys out of the bowl by the front door. “We gotta get going, love. Don’t wanna be late.”

You nodded and grabbed your purse from the hook near the front door. Christian let you lead the way out to the car, locking the front door behind him.

You arrived at your favorite restaurant and were seated at a private little table. You ordered your favorite like always and Christian did the same along with ordering some wine.

While waiting for your food, fun and flirty conversation flowed naturally. Christian reached for your hand across the table and you let him take it, you couldn’t help but blush even if it was a simple act. Everything this man did made you blush and feel like a teenager.

Finally the food arrived and the two of you dug in. The meal was fantastic as always and so was the wine.

After the dinner was paid for, you made your way to your next stop — a little meadow that has the perfect view of the sky. You two had stumbled upon the meadow a few years back and always returned on clear nights. The first time back at the meadow after your discovery, the two of you brought two chairs and a small little table to sit at and have a sort of picnic. You didn’t worry about someone taking the chairs and table since they were extras just sitting your garage.

You both took a seat at the table and talked more as the sun began to set.

“I need to ask you a very important question.” Christian told you. You knew by the way he had trouble looking into your eyes it was serious. You were immediately thinking the worst but timidly nodded, not trusting your voice. “I’ve always wanted to have a wife and maybe a couple kids running around, and the more I think about that, the more I picture you being by my side.” He paused, taking a breath and looking at you to see if he could gauge the outcome.

His words were on loop. ‘The more I think about that, the more I picture you being by my side.’ You couldn’t stop your eyes from watering. This time it was your turn to reach across the table and take his hand.

“I’ve always loved you but after your car accident, I realized just how much I do love you and how important you are to me. I was terrified I could lose you and I never want to feel like that again. You make me feel whole, complete. I didn’t realize just how lost I was until I met you. You make everything better, everything makes sense when I’m with you. Basically, what I’m trying to say is I love you more than anyone can express or comprehend. Will you marry me? I don’t want to go a second longer without you as my wife.” Christian kept his eyes on you the whole time, watching as you smiled and happy tears rolled down your cheeks, your head nodding repeatedly.

“Yes! Of course I will!” You both stood from the table as Christian pulled out the ring from his jacket pocket. He couldn’t help but shake his head, laughing. “What’s so funny?” His laugh was contagious and before you knew it you were laughing with him.

“I had this completely other speech planned and I stressed over making sure it was perfect. But I think I like that speech better.” He chuckled, slipping the ring on your finger.

“I loved it because it came from here.” You placed your hand over his heart.

Christian knew you were right. He knew you loved the heartfelt gestures and messages he gave you more than anything else.

“Mrs. Christian Cage. I like the sound of that.” You grinned up at him.

“So do I but I love the sound of wife even more.” Christian leaned down and kissed you with so much love and passion that you felt dizzy. You wrapped your arms around his neck to help steady yourself. He broke the kiss just long enough to ask you another question. “What do you say we go home and celebrate?” He winked, giving your ass a squeeze causing you to jump at the sudden action.

You bit your lip and nodded eagerly. “Great idea, husband.”

The Wedding Planning

You and Christian spent a lot of time planning the wedding. You kept insisting that he make the decisions with you, it was his wedding too after all.

You had some disagreements on colors and decorations but they were easily resolved. Most everything else you agreed on.

The two things you struggled with were choosing the dress and your bridesmaids. You had seen so many gorgeous dresses online and in ads that you just couldn’t decide what style you liked the best. For the bridesmaids situation, you wanted all your girl friends to be your bridesmaids, but you knew you couldn’t have that many because you and Christian decided on a small wedding, just close friends and family. You were stressing and Christian saw.

“Come on, let’s talk about it.” He patted the seat next to him on the couch.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and plopped down on the couch. “I can’t choose!” You exclaimed. “I don’t know what dress I want and I don’t know which ones of my friends I want to be bridesmaids. I don’t know what to do.” You vented, eyes begging to water.

“Baby, we still have plenty of time before anything has to be final. How about I take you to our meadow and we can have lunch out there? It’s supposed to be sunny today and I know how much you love it there.” Christian suggested. He knew you just needed a break from it all and you’d be okay. He wanted the wedding to be perfect too, but you were putting a lot of pressure on yourself and he hated it.

You thought it over for a moment. “That sounds like a great idea. I just need a break.” You agreed to his suggestion, getting up and heading to the kitchen. Christian followed behind you and helped you gather up both of your favorites.

Once you made it to the meadow, you instantly felt at ease, all the pressure had evaporated and tranquility had washed over you. This was the right call and you were thankful that your soon-to-be husband knew exactly what you needed.

The two of you spent what felt like hours there, talking about anything other than the wedding.

Back home, you felt refreshed and had a clear idea on what you wanted. Not only was the lunch at the meadow a nice break, it gave you inspiration, the same inspiration that your now chosen bridesmaids — Britt Baker, Willow Nightingale, Ruby Soho, and Beth Phoenix — gave you.

You knew these four ladies would be the perfect ones to have by your side on yours and Christian’s big day, and they would be a great help with picking out your dress. Despite them having different tastes and styles, you knew they would work well together and make things so much easier and Christian agreed once you told him who you finally picked.

You just couldn’t wait to tell your friends the good news almost as much as you couldn’t wait to marry the love of your life.

These next four months couldn’t come fast enough.

General taglist: @legit9thlunaticwarrior @plentyoffandoms @1dluver13xx @sunshinevirus @wwenhlimagines @crowleysqueenofhell @jackson-nickthedate13 @omg-im-such-a-masochist

Christian Cage taglist: @legit9thlunaticwarrior @abbyjacksonnn @kcloveswrestling

[daddyhausen]

my og baby daddy christian cage 8, 37, 75, 77, 89

fluffy smut, mix it up (how unlike me😈)

• headcannon — christian cage •

.*•…………………..•⊹•…………………..•*.

.*•…………………..•⊹•…………………..•*.

{ masterlist } | { aew masterlist } | { christian cage masterlist }

.*•…………………..•⊹•…………………..•*.

{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact }, virgin!reader, innocent!reader, innocence kink, age gap { of age }, praise kink, oral sex { female receiving }, female orgasm, squirting

{ word count } — 351

{ pairing } — fem!reader x christian cage

{ genre } — smut

.*•…………………..•⊹•…………………..•*.

{ taglist } — @stxrrlightwrites13 @boutmachines @thewrestlingbitch @omg-im-such-a-masochist @baysexuality @legit9thlunaticwarrior @slut4kennyomega @wardlow @alexisquinnlee-bc @sammiejane22 @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @omegasluvbot @damnnhausen @writtingrose @drummergrl1310 @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @baybay-boom @bonehead-playz @cherrytheeredheadmamaclaymore @crowleysqueenofhell @blaquekittycat @romanreigns-supreme

{ comment if you want to be added to the taglist }

.*•…………………..•⊹•…………………..•*.

{ 8 } — do you like that?

{ 37 } — don’t worry i’ll take care of you

{ 75 } — don’t cover your face, i wanna see you

{ 77 } — lay back

{ 89 } — is this your first time?

.*•…………………..•⊹•…………………..•*.

your body felt exposed under his gaze

now even more so that you were completely bare

seated at the foot of his bed

not to mention the stark age gap of 20 or so years between the two of you

he was bound to have a hundred times more experience

he cocked a questioning eye down as you avoided his gaze

slowly joining you on the bed, cupping your cheek in his palm

“is this your first time?”

his voice questioned with concern

eyebrows furrowing slightly

all you could do was nod hesitantly, still choosing to avoid his gaze

silently staring into the bedsheets

he placed a sweet kiss to your forehead

letting his lips linger there for a moment

“don’t worry i’ll take care of you”

his words muttered into your hair

“lay back”

you did as told, slowly resting you back up against the headboard

sort of half lying down and sitting up

slowly he slipped himself between your thighs

your legs draped over his shoulders

feeling his breath tickle your inner thighs

his lips ghosting across your aching clit

your cunt growing wetter by the second

instinctively your hands fell in front of your face

shielding your from his gaze

he took hold your your hands quickly prying them away

“don’t cover your face, i wanna see you”

he licked a hot stripe up your soaked folds

teasing your clit with the tip of his tongue

“fuck…” you whispered, more a vocalisation of your inner thoughts rather than addressed to him

“do you like that?” he hummed, diving in for another round as you nodded in response

his tongue worked wonders

exploring every deep crevice of your cunt

sending you over the edge with a mere flick of the appendage

sweetness gushing into his tastebuds

dripping down his chin, soaking his beard

“such a good girl, let’s see how well you take my cock”

.*•…………………..•⊹•…………………..•*.