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madhatterbri · 5 months

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Christmas Party | C.C.

Summary: you are invited to a Christmas party and you beg Christian to be your date to not look lonely to Jack.

Author's Note: I'm like in love with this story. 🥺🥰 Tried to make it funny and flirty. Hope I succeeded.

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"Heeeeey it is my absolute favorite patriarch," you greeted seeing Christian backstage. He tensed at hearing your voice. Any time you greeted him that way you needed a favor. Nick chuckled and walked away giving you some privacy to talk. "Remember that favor you owe me for babysitting your daughter?"

"You mean that one time you were supposed to watch her for like five minutes while I cut a promo? And when I came back you spent five minutes looking for her because you forgot she was hiding for hide and seek?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. Of course the grumpy old man remembered the bad part. Typical.

"That very time, yeah, good, you remember. Listen, I was invited to a Christmas party and I need a date. Are you free on Friday night?" you told him. He looked at you puzzled. Christian never thought you would want to be with him outside of wrestling business.

"Why do you need a date exactly?"

"I just do, please, I will do anything,"

"Seriously? What is this high school?" Christian muttered and walked away. You yelled at him to wait and stood in front of him to block him. He rolled his eyes and looked at you. An amused yet annoyed look on his face. You had a few seconds to plead your case.

"I asked everyone else and they said no,"

"Who did you ask?"

"Max"

"And what happened?"

"He slammed the door in my face. I asked Roddy and he said he was going with Adam. Well, actually, he yelled Adam's name so I'm not sure. HOOK and Orange just stared at me while eating chips. I promise it will be worth your while,"

"Why?"

"A certain curly haired Jungle Boy will be there," you sung. The Captain Charisma figured it out. You didn't want Jack to see you alone while he had Anna.

Christian stared at you in deep thought. His blue eyes dazzled in delight. Jack would certainly not like seeing you with him. He simply nodded and told you he would text you when it's closer.

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"And you still don't think he has a crush on you?" Skye questioned while looking at your reflection in the mirror. She agreed to help you with your hair and makeup. You never agreed for her to give you the third degree.

Ever since she made it to your apartment you were bombarded with questions about tonight. She started to sound like a parent. Every time she brought up Christian liking you, you shut it down. He was just doing it to mess with Jack nothing more or less. A point you frequently brought across.

"He's doing this to piss off Jack. He wasn't going to say yes until I told him he was coming," you insisted.

"Don't take this the wrong way but you are a blind idiot," she insulted.

"Oh good because I was immediately going to take that as a compliment," you scoffed.

"He trained you and was always there for you when Jack dumped you for Anna. What are we missing here, girl?"

"He is just really nice. I was his manager for a while and babysat his kid,"

"Are you really flexing on that time you lost his daughter because you forgot you were playing hide and seek with her?"

"It was one time and the new season of Stranger Things just came out!"

"And trust me he trained you because he wanted to be closer to you,"

"He wants younger talent to succeed. I bet if Kyle asked Christian would happily help him,"

"Kyle did ask him over text. Christian sent a screenshot of his cash app username and said he isn't a charity,"

You tried to hide a laugh. A pissed off Skye would not help your situation. A knock on your front door ended your conversation. The butterflies in your stomach now in full force. Despite always having a crush on him you honestly never saw anything from him. You looked in the mirror one last time.

"I look great. How can I ever repay you?"

"If I ever ask you for relationship advice please don't give it to me or remind me to do the opposite of what you say," she joked. You shot her a glare and stood up.

You called out that you were coming to the door and opened the door to see Christian. The man before you was dressed to the nines for the Christmas party. Long gone were the tights, t-shirts, and velvet sweater. Now he wore a tuxedo with a blue tie that made his eyes pop.

"You ready?" He asked leaning against the doorframe. A smirk tugged his lip as he saw you staring at him.

"Have her home by ten, Cage, I know where you work," Skye called out and winked at him. He smiled back at her.

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"What a gentleman," you teased when he held the door open for you. He grabbed your hand and helped you out of the car.

"I'm not the little boys you are used to dating," he joked and closed the door behind you. He adjusted his jacket and tie before taking your arm around his.

"Really selling this, Christian, I knew you were a good choice,"

"Well I have to pay you back for that poor excuse you call babysitting," he chuckled. You slapped his arm playfully as he walked you to the backyard. His hand placed securely at the small of your back. "Let's get this party started,"

The backyard had curtains of Christmas lights covering the fence. A hot chocolate bar with assorted Christmas treats laid neatly on a wooden table. A DJ played a mix of Christmas songs and other assorted hits. A projector displayed a Christmas movie. Different Christmas games were spread out to get the guests to mingle with one another. Pillows and blankets of different styles laid around the yard to ensure maximum comfort.

"Isn't this amazing?" You asked and looked at him. His hand was pressed to his forehead. His blue eyes squinted as if he was looking intently at something.

"I think one of the lights on that curtain doesn't work,"

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The night wore on with you trying to avoid Anna and Jack. It was pretty easy. Jack stayed on his phone on a bench. He mindlessly scrolled as if that was the only thing going on. Every so often he would stare at you with Christian. He glared at you if you happened to meet his gaze. Anna stayed inside the house complaining about Jack.

"Do you mind if we dance?" You asked expecting a no. Jack used to never want to dance with you. Any time you went out you had to dance with your friends. Christian looked at the dance floor and back at you. He took one last drink from his beer.

"Fine but don't get intimidated by my dance skills," he accepted your invitation.

"Wait, really?" You asked and smiled wildly. He grabbed your hand and led you to the dance floor. He spun you around before placing an arm securely around your waist. His other hand grabbed yours.

The music played softly through the speakers. You were glad the song wasn't too fast. He was surprisingly a good dancer and easy to follow. The man certainly had many talents.

"You look beautiful tonight," he whispered in your ear. "I forgot to say that earlier,"

"Are you saying I'm not beautiful on most nights?" you giggled and looked in his eyes. "You are not so bad looking yourself,"

He spun you around and pulled you closer to him. You wondered if he was trying to sell this to Jack or if Skye could be right. A part of you wanted the latter. You just needed a sign. Anything to prove that maybe you weren't just another wrestler to him. You would get your wish shortly after.

He placed his forehead against yours. His blue eyes stared into yours as if to read your reaction. When he noticed you didn't pull away he placed his other hand to your hip. You placed your hands on his head running them down to his neck. Your hands rested on his shoulders.

"Christian, you don't have to do this," you whispered. "I don't want you to feel uncomfortable,"

"He's not looking. It's just you and me," he confided in you. "If you want me to stop I will,"

"Please don't stop," you pulled his jacket so he was closer to you. You could barely hear the music with how loud your heart was pounding. Your cheeks burned brightly. With the help of your high heels, your lips pressed against his. He stood in shock momentarily before kissing you back.

Growing up you always read about a spark when you kissed the right one. You always told yourself that the spark would eventually ignite when you were with Jack. After the break up you were sure it was just a fairytale. Now maybe it was time to live your own real life fairytale.

He looked at his Apple Watch and sighed.

"It's Adam. I gotta take this call. Don't go anywhere," he apologized and kissed your forehead. He walked inside to a quieter place to take the phone call. You walked to the hot chocolate bar to warm up a little.

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"Seriously? The whole you bringing one of my ex-friends to not look lonely is a little pathetic," Jack sneered. You jumped not expecting him to bother you. He was so adamant about not being anywhere near you. "Can't find someone your own age?"

"You cheated on me with one of my closest friends and I'm pathetic?" You asked bitterly. Not only did your friendship with Anna end but your relationship with Jack. "You and I clearly have different definitions of pathetic,"

"You being the type of person to fuck around with anyone in the business just proves that leaving your ass was the best choice i could’ve ever made,”

Tears immediately sprung into your eyes. This was exactly what used to happen while dating him. He made outlandish claims against you. Things that were never true but still hurt. The party was no longer fun for you. Maybe you could text Christian to meet you at the car.

"Want to say it again, Perry?" Christian asked from behind Jack. The younger wrestler turned to see his now enemy and ex mentor. Everyone knew he would never repeat himself after getting choked out by CM Punk after an altercation back in August. He was more respectful to the veterans to their face. "Come on, Y/N. We are getting out of here,"

You slowly walked past Jack and into Christian's arms. He pulled you in for a hug and kissed the top of your head. His arms felt so safe like he could save you from anything and everything. The sound of his heartbeat calming you.

"Oh, and Jack, go fuck yourself," he hissed. He took your hand and led you back to the car leaving a shocked Jungle Boy in the backyard.

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plentyoffandoms · 3 months

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Main Masterlist ♡ AEW Masterlist ♡ Christian Cage Masterlist

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: Some swearing.

Gifs & photos do not belong to me. 1st gif @orange-catsidy

WC: 1321

I wanted nothing more than to punch the closet wall after Adam came and talked to me.

"How you holding up, man?" He clasped his hand on my shoulder.

"Fine. Why?" His hand dropped from my shoulder. "You haven't heard?"

"Heard what, Adam?"

So he told me.

"Wait, wait, wait. Why are you telling me all of this? She can date anyone who she wants. Her and I are over."

Adam just stared at me, slowly blinking.

"Jay, I know for a damn fact that you are not over her. Why the hell are you lying to me?"

"I am not lying to you. We are done. Remember, she left me." I poked his chest, and he swatted my hand away.

"Jay, I am just worried about you. I have never seen you so happy." I didn't say anything to him. I just told him that I was fine and walked away, replaying our conversation over and over again in my head.

I turned a corner that hardly anyone went down, and I really had to hold myself back from punching the wall.

I thought back to that night she left me. Her and I were together for years, perfectly content and happy in our relationship.

That was until I started to work with Shayna. Her and I were getting close. Not romantically, but it did look like that on the outside if you were looking in.

Shayna had great concerns about Nick being on TV, so I decided to take him under my wing. Soon, Shayna became a part of my faction, and many fans saw her and I getting involved romantically.

Mother Wayne and I, being the perfect parents to Nick as they saw it. But I am not trying to take over the role of his father in real life, and I had the love of a good woman at home who was not a part of the wrestling world.

She brought me back down to reality when I live in a world of stories or altered reality, where I am Christian Cage. When I am with her, I am just Jay.

She voiced her concerns after seeing photos of Shayna and I together, but her and I talked, and I thought I put her mind at ease.

Hell, I even had her meet Shayna, and the two of them seemed to hit it off. I thought this was all past us.

Until the night she left me.

I came home, and her bags were packed. She was sitting on the couch in her favourite spot. The TV wasn't on. She wasn't looking at her phone. She was sitting in almost pitch black, except for the lamp that was on.

"What is all this? We going on a trip?" Sometimes she likes to suprise me with trips.

"You lied to me, Jay. This whole time."

"What are you talking about, baby?" I was so confused. I took a few steps towards her, but she held up her hand, asking me to stop, which I did. I didn't want to upset her anymore.

I didn't notice the paper on the coffee table, but that was until she flipped it over.

I grabbed the paper, and I could see it was a photo she printed. It was a photo of Shayna and I sitting next to one another in a restaurant, I was leaning in whispering something in her ear, and her hand was on my knee. What you couldn't see was Nick and Austin, as they were on the opposite side of us.

"I am done looking like a fool, William."

Fuck, my first legal name.

"Baby, this photo looks like something it isn't. Her and I were with Nick and Austin. We are just friends."

"Yeah, you and I were just friends once. I am done. I can't handle this anymore. If you want to be with Shanya, I will not stop you."

I tried to stop her from leaving. I really did, but once I saw the tears in her eyes, I let her go. I watched from the living room window get in her cousins car and drive off.

Leaving me alone in what was once our home.

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It has been a few days since Adam told me that she was going on a date with someone from her work. I even asked him how he found out.

"Beth. They still talk." Of course, Beth. I should have known.

I was in a meeting with Austin, Nick, and Shayna, but my focus was somewhere else. After Adam told me, i thought about going to her cousins place. I even drove down to the street, but I sat in my car, wondering what the hell I was even doing.

She was the one who broke up with me.

She is the one who didn't want to listen to me.

But as the days went on, memories came back to me. Every single one, from the good to the bad ones.

"I have to get her back." I said out loud, startling the other three people in the room.

They knew her, and I broke up. They didn't say anything as I stood up and grabbed my jacket and phone, rushing out of the building, towards my car.

I already knew where she would be. It is Saturday, and she usually is at the book store around this time.

I pulled in front of her favourite bookstore, just in time to see her walk out the door.

Even as I got out of the car, I knew this was insane, but I had to go get her back. I called out her name, running towards her.

Startled, she looked up at the sound of something calling her name. Her eyes widened when she saw it was me.

"Jay." She said my name. Oh, how I have missed the sound of her voice.

"Can we talk." I said. She bit her lip, thinking it over, and then she shook her head no.

"Jay, I am meeting someone."

"I know, please, this won't take more than ten minutes." I pleaded.

"Fine."

I walked her towards my car, not wanting to do this in public.

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I finally stopped in a random parking lot.

"Jay, what do you want to talk about?"

"I know you have a date with someone from your work."

"This is what this is about? Jay, I don't have time for this."

"Yes, please let me explain that photo. You didn't let me that night."

"I don't want to hear about you and Shayna."

"There is no Shayna and I! There never has been. I was whispering about a gift I got you. I didn't want Austin and Nick to know who was sitting at the table because Nick couldn't keep a secret and would just blurt it out."

"That doesn't explain why her hand was on your knee, Jay."

"She slapped my knee when she heard about the gift. She was excited for you."

"And what did you get me?" She crossed her arms over her chest

"I was able to take two months off. I got us a trip to Europe."

"What?" She sounded stunned.

I cupped her face in my hands, and she leaned into my hand. "It was an early anniversary gift. Just you and I, in Europe."

"I am an idiot." She said. "I ruined us."

"We can still be together. Let's start where we left off. I want you to come home with me."

"Jay, I got jealous for no reason."

I kissed her lips gently, wanting nothing more than to deepen the kiss.

"I see why you did, but nothing is and never will be going on between Shayna and I. You are the only one for me. I love you, baby."

"I love you too, Jay."

"Good. Now, text that guy and let him know the date is canceled."

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windhamsrotunda · 1 year

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Pairing: Christian Cage x Female! Reader (in her late 20's) x Edge (WWE)

Synopsis: - influenced by the song "Guys My Age" by Hey Violet. You haven't seen your ex since you broke up with him a little over a year ago. As soon as your two older neighbors, Adam and Jay, have acknowledged you being single, you find yourself getting the attention you desired from the grown up's when you were once with your ex.

Rating: Mature (18+ Only! Minors dni)

Warnings: rpf (real person fiction), fluff, strong language, birthday sex (it's the reader's birthday), threesome, fluffy smut, Adam and Jay comfort/praise the reader, pet names (angel, our love, dove) age gap (as mentioned above, characters are in their late 20's and late 40's), dry humping / oral (m receiving) aftercare in the shower with Jay, etc.

Total Word Count: 3,005

Today was your very special day, your 28th birthday. A birthday you hope would be better than the last one. Your ex-boyfriend ruined your last birthday for you. Why? Because that pretentious asshole broke up with you right on the spot all over a little heated argument that occurred over a week ago the following year. You sat alone in your house, the house that was once lived in with another person, your ex-boyfriend.

A sigh bolted out of your chest as you contemplated on either going out by yourself for your birthday at a restaurant or staying home. You felt unloved ever since the "man of your dreams" left you in such an unexpected way which shattered your heart in a million pieces, but you had neighbors that you knew. Neighbors who were significantly older than you who'd probably take good care of you and spoil you rotten. It sounded weird about the thought of having a "friends with benefits" relationship with both of your hot neighbors Adam Copeland and Jay Reso, maybe you were desperate to get the right attention from the dilfs next door.

"Fuck it," a thought erupted through your brain cells as you found yourself wandering next door to Adam and Jay's house. When you made it to their front porch, you slowly raised your fist to knock on the brown wooden door waiting for one of them to answer. The next thing you knew, the door handle turned slightly and it flung open.

"Hi, y/n! Happy birthday!" Jay greeted you with arms enveloped around you.

"Thank you, Jay. Mind if I come in?" You crack a smile, moving strands of your hair out of your face.

He nodded in acknowledgment, "Don't mind at all, love." Placing a quick wet kiss on the surface of your hand, the random kiss made you blush like a mad woman.

"Thank you," thanking him once again, you took a big step inside of the spotless home. No one had their house this clean, you thought. As Jay closed the door behind you, you casually walked over to the couch and sat yourself down on it. The smell of candles filled the air, you quickly recognized the smell of the candle, lavender. Your favorite type of candle smell.

"Happy birthday, dear." you have heard Adam say from the other room, "Can I get you something to drink?"

"Thank you, Adam, but no thank you at the moment." you replied.

Jay grabbed his coffee cup that sat on the coffee table, "So, y/n, I heard you told Adam that you were single," he raised his cup up to his lips, beginning to drink out of his cup, his blue orbs twinkling.

"Yes," you flashed him another friendly smile, "I told him less than a week ago. And I'm not happy about it."

He gave you a pitiful look. A look that you could never forget.

"Awe sweetheart, please know you'll find another man who will love and appreciate you for who you are. Fuck that asshole of a boyfriend you had, we all know for a fact he wasn't being so good to you."

You rubbed the pad of your shoulder, looking up at the much older men, they were now both standing over you paying close attention to you. They looked at each other for a glimpse of a second before turning their attention back to you making your eyebrow raise in confusion.

"Is everything okay?" You abruptly ask, feeling as if they were up to something. First, the kiss on your hand from Jay once you walked into the house, then realizing that they put your favorite type of candle lit up on their coffee table.

"Oh yeah, everything is alright, it's just we have something to tell you that we were holding back for a while now." Adam's lips curled into a smirk at you, "please don't be alarmed once we tell you it."

"Me? Alarmed? No," you chuckled nervously by the thought of what they were about to tell you. "you can tell me anything."

Jay placed his hands deep in his front pockets, he let out a small sigh.

"A beautiful young woman like you needs to be loved, so since you're the birthday girl, me and Adam decided on our own terms that we would show you how much we love and care about you. We know your last birthday was ruined by the asshole boyfriend you've had, so why not do this?"

Jay gestures out a hand to you, you accept his hand in yours, he brings you up to your feet. He grazed over your thumb, his ocean blue eyes beaming right at you as you felt all of his weight slowly tower into you. A kiss was developed on your soft, small lips and hell did it surprise the living shit out of you. You tasted every ounce of the sugary taste that was on his lips from sipping his coffee, you could see from the corner of your eye that Adam was watching and getting a visible erection from his black skinny jeans.

"I need you." Jay suddenly announced in between kisses, slightly pulling himself away to look you in the eyes once more, his eyes asking: "Do you really want to do this?"

"Take me, please Jay." you plead in a blissful tone.

His hands were beginning to work the straps of your dress off, letting it hit the solid wooden floors. You stepped out of your dress, leaving yourself in your laced black bra and underwear.

"Oh my God, Adam. Isn't she stunning?" he asked his best friend of thirty years, earning a soft gasp from the ultimate opportunist.

"Yes. She's more than stunning, she is drop-dead gorgeous and it looks like we need to take good care of her." Adam spoke in a lustful, deep voice.

"Lay down on the couch," Jay demanded in a delicate manner, pointing at the couch you sat upon earlier.

You nodded in an attentive response, laying yourself down, stupidly blushing at their reactions and how slack-jawed they were. Adam walked over to you kneeling down next to you, pressing trails of kisses from the nape of your neck all the way down to your belly, making your body spasm in pleasure.

"Help me hold her in place while I take off her bra and panties for her. She is too fuckin' squirmy for me to handle by myself."

Jay held you down gently while Adam removed the remaining material off of your body. He signaled for Jay to start playing with himself as he straddled you in his clothed lap, you began to rock yourself back and forth on his knee, practically dry humping him.

"Such a pretty, pretty girl." he praised, "How did we get this lucky to have you naked in front of us?"

You got yourself off on his lap by the words he coherent, begging for more like a dog in heat. You could feel yourself on Adam's erection bulging through his pants, earning a low growl from the 49-year-old man.

"My god you're already wet?" he chuckled darkly, "We haven't gotten to the fun part yet, my love."

Jay was palming himself through the tight fabric of his black dress pants, a frustrated moan bubbled out of his chest. You were already wet for the two older men, a rope of wetness leisurely leaked out of your garden. Hearing Jay’s moans was like harmony to your ears, the sight of him touching himself by the fact of him wanting you had made your head fuzzy and unable to think straight forward or coherent clear sentences in ancient tongue. Along with Adam who had his head tilted back against the back of the couch, a fainted groan drew from his lungs right when your parted thighs brushed up against the head of his clothed cock.

‘’Need you inside of me,’’ a cry ruptured your lungs, your moonlit face falling into the nape of his neck.

‘’So needy,’’ Adam t’sked. ‘’Jay, get over here, It’s your turn to take over her little body.’’

As soon as he left your side, you couldn't hold yourself back from pouting. Your bottom pink lip was puffed out, impatient and eager to have sex with your dilf neighbors on your birthday. In desperation for something much more than dry humping Adam, you grabbed Jay by the hand and lured him onto the couch with you, pushing him down on his backside undoing his dress pants followed by his boxers. Once you freed him out of his cage, his aching, veiny length hit against his abdomen. Clear precum seeped out of the head of his cock, you wrapped your whole hand around him, your tongue darting against the side of his shaft, he grasped onto locks of your h/c hair and pushed you further down on him.

Adam's teeth grazed across his bottom lip watching your spit form on Jay's shaft, bobbing your head up and down as your other hand played with his balls until you were completely gagging softly around him.

"Ah, ah, fuck y/n. I'm gonna explode any minute. My god, do you take me well in that mouth of yours." a warning was given out to you, this was the sloppiest head you ever given a man besides your ex. Hearing him pant and moan from above you, he gripped onto the back of your head with knuckles turning a ghostly white, painting his seed in your hollowed mouth. Pulling away, you managed to swallow every last drop of his seed that went down your throat, a "that's our good girl," was spoken out of Jay. You knocked the breath out of his lungs, a bead of sweat rolled down the side of his face, his chest rising up and down.

Adam and Jay had taken turns with you, the threesome lasted for about an hour until all of your bodies were completely worn out. Orgasm after orgasm, breath after breath, moan after moan. Adam's hips thrusted forward, his length throbbing inside of you having your pussy in a vice grip. When he finished inside of you completely coating your walls with his white seed, a groan escalated out of him, he was still inside of you for a few seconds before pulling out. You saw an aesthetically pleasing starry night, eyes bulging out of your thick skull as you felt strong, tattooed arms cover your waist. You were in another world, your head fuzzed out, still shaking from the good sex he and Jay gave you for your birthday.

"Are you okay?" he asked you, slightly waving a hand in front of your face.

"Y-yeah," you breathed out, "I just can't believe how good the two of you were to me."

"It's always our pleasure." he planted a kiss on your forehead.

Jay exited out of the bathroom.

"Hey y/n, if you want to take a shower the bathroom is now open." he said with a gentle smile upon his face.

"Thank you, Jay and Adam."

You hoisted yourself off the couch, still feeling weak in your knees strolling over to the bathroom and entering it. You shut the door on your way in, the first thing you noticed was the shower had a huge shower head above with men's body wash and shampoos neatly stacked in rows on the new silver racks mounted to the corner of the white tiles of the shower wall. Pulling the curtain forward, you stepped in, twisting the knob of the shower to "Luke warm", the power of the shower head spurted down on your body and you tightly pulled the decorated curtains shut. A sigh of relief had echoed through the painted blue walls of the bathroom.

Running both hands through your wet hair, a knock on the door had startled you which made you jump out of your skin.

"Come in!" you exclaimed.

The sound of the door handle turning sounded a bit fainted to you, you heard the unzipping of pants and the next thing you knew, Jay had entered the shower with you.

Muscular arms had wrapped tightly around your waist, his chin resting upon your shoulder.

"What is Adam doing?" you blurted out, a chuckle came out of Captain Charisma.

"He's just laying down, honey. You completely got us fucked out. That is why he is probably sleeping by now." he jokingly replied to your random question, not minding your complete randomness at all laughing. "How about I wash you up, yeah?"

Leaning toward the mounted rack of the shower where their body washes and shampoos sat, he unscrewed the cap to the body wash.

"Hope you don't mind men's mint body wash."

"Don't mind at all, Jay." A smile tugged on your lips, he began to lather you in the body wash, the sensation rushed through you and the strong but addicting smell of the mint singed your nostrils.

You could feel it in your lungs, Jay's hands worked down your backside and all around your body making you feel the most comfortable. He hummed a little tune while he continued to wash your body making sure he got every ounce of your skin completely rinsed and cleaned. You turned around to be face-to-face with the 49 year old man, you rested your chin on his shoulder as the water continuously flowed down on both of your naked bodies.

"I haven't felt this much love and desire in over a year. A year seems like a lifetime." you close your eyes, cracking a smile once again.

He stroked your backside, slowly gliding his rough fingertips in an up and down motion.

"You deserve to be loved by someone who actually cares so damn much for you and who won't take you for granted." he proclaimed, "Me and Adam care about you a whole lot more than words can express. We wouldn't be doing all of this if we didn't love you."

Happy tears began to form in the crease of your e/c eyes. Overwhelmed by the love he showed you and the words he said to you, your fingertips swept underneath his jawline, pulling him into a feverish kiss.

"So glad to have you guys in my life." you nuzzle up against him.

"Us too, y/n. We are so happy to have you in our lives as well. We had so much fun with you today."

A few moments spared heavily making out in the shower with Jay until the bathroom was filled with nothing but gray fog from the hot water, he decided to turn it off. Reaching for two pearl white toned towels that were neatly folded on the back of the toilet he wrapped you securely in the towel. He whispered sweet nothings in your ear, which made you melt on the inside instantly.

"I love you so, so much y/n. You have no clue how much you mean to me and Adam." he would repeat until the words had lost their meaning to it.

A shade of pink appeared on the apples of your cheeks, awestruck and how lucky you were to have the two men to worship the ground you walked on, you were grateful for them in every aspect. You and Jay walked out of the bathroom with hands interlocked, Adam was sound asleep on the couch covered up with a heavy blanket and the feathery pillow resting on the back of his head. You glanced up at the clock, "11 p.m." my god you didn't know it was that late at night.

"I believe I should get going," you suggested, slipping your clothes back on and giving Jay a quick peck on the lips. "Thank you so much for having me over for my birthday. It was the best birthday a woman could ever ask for."

"You are welcome, dove. Please know you are always welcome to come over. Have a goodnight and happy birthday."

You let go of his hand, he waved goodbye and the two of you went your separate ways for the night. You were left with all smiles, no disappointment at all shown on your face. When you arrived home, a text message dinged through your phone. Opening the imessage, it read:

"Hey, just so you know we really enjoyed having you over. Me and Adam are beyond grateful for a girl like you and you deserve the entire world. Maybe this new chapter in your life was what you needed all of this time, spending quality time with us and not only that, but making you feel as good as we made you feel was the highlight of our day. Cheers to new beginnings." - Jay

The text message he sent to you just now had made you tear up a bit. Resting your head against the headboard of the bed, soon, you drifted off into a deep slumber with the day you spent with Jay and Adam in your thoughts and dreams.

Author's Note: Likes, Reblogs / Comments and Feedback are very much always appreciated from you guys! 💞

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midwestmade29 · 5 months

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“Do you understand me?” 😈

Well, I had every intention tonight to continue writing chapter 3 for [Leave Before You Love Me] but I kept staring at the screen blankly 😖 I really want to continue it so I hope I can get my shit together and do so ASAP. Instead, my brain came up with this smutty little number 🤭 @madhatterbri had me in my feels from her [story] she wrote yesterday and therefore mine was born 😂

If you are not 18+ years old, PLEASE KEEP SCROLLING. Do not interact with this story.

Due to the explicit nature, this story is NSFW or minors.

Some topics/theme(s) of this story may not be suitable and/or triggering for some readers. Read at your own discretion.

Dominant male, mentions of being punished (sexually), anger/frustration, (slight) edging, unprotected sex.

Word count: 943

The story takes place at a party/event that you and Christian Cage are attending.

Christian’s obsession with Nick was really starting to wear on your nerves tonight. Any other time you knew better than to complain or show any disdain towards his “Golden Boy,” but right now you just didn’t care. You let your frustrations bubble to the surface the more Christian carried on, rolling your eyes and sighing. “He’s a good boy, a special one. I couldn’t imagine a better son. He’s my pride and joy!” Christian raved. “More like a pain in the ass if you ask me…” you mumbled under your breath. One of the people in the group you and Christian were mingling with must’ve heard you because they covered their mouth and snickered. You looked up at Christian to see if he heard you too, leaving you disappointed when he pressed on without skipping a beat. “Nick has a bright future ahead of him, thanks to my guidance. He’s a smart boy choosing to follow my direction.” The same person that laughed at your “pain in the ass” remark piped up, asking what your opinion on Nick was while sporting a big grin. They probably got the hint that you weren’t Nick’s biggest fan, so you were certain they just wanted to stir the pot. With a dry laugh you responded, “You want my opinion on the precious Golden Boy? I think he’s a brat that needs to be knocked down a peg. He’s a 6ft obnoxious baby! I could go on and on!” The entire group of people around you burst out in laughter, everyone except Christian. You could feel his anger radiating off him, causing a cold chill to run down your spine. It was in that moment that you knew you had messed up big time.

With his jaw clenched, Christian excused the two of you from the group conversation. He grabbed hold of your wrist and pulled you in the direction of the stairs, his grip remaining firm. You tried to pull it free, but he only squeezed harder. “Where are we going Christian?!” you questioned the further you got up the staircase. He didn’t answer you with words, but the scowl on his face was all the answer you needed. Christian scoured the hallway for an empty room before choosing the host’s personal office at the end of the hallway. Once the two of you crossed the threshold, he released your wrist and walked further in the room, standing with his back towards you. “Shut the door.” He ordered. Recognizing the tone in his voice, you quickly did as you were told. “Christian, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say all of that. I just couldn’t stand to hear one more word about Nick…” You trailed off when Christian abruptly turned around and pinned your body against the door with his. “Don’t you ever talk that way about my son again!” He warned. “But did I lie though?” you hissed back defiantly. Christian grabbed your jaw with his large hand forcing you to look him in his darkened eyes. “Not only did you disrespect my son, but you also disrespected me while I was conducting business. Is that something my good girl is supposed to do?” “No.” was all you offered him. “No? No what?” he cautioned as he released your jaw from his hand. “No, sir…”

“That’s right, baby. There’s a multitude of ways I’d like to punish you for your little outburst, but we’re limited on time and resources, so I’ll just have to settle on fucking you up against this door until you learn some manners.” Christian boldly stated. Your core instantly ignited with fire, causing you to shiver and moan against his lips when they collided with yours. He moved your hands down to his belt buckle and you took the hint and made quick work of removing his pants and boxer briefs. Without hesitation, Christian lifted you up so your center was aligned with his hard length, your legs wrapped around his waist pulling him even closer to you. With one hand he slid your dress up to your hips and moved your panties to the side before pushing himself inside of you. The sudden fullness you felt in your lower half caused your head to fall back against the door and your eyes to skewer shut. Christian cursed under his breath at your tightness as you bounced up and down against the door, allowing him to go deeper inside of you with every thrust. The door rattled in its frame the faster he moved, causing the delicious pressure to build rapidly in your core. Christian took notice and asked breathlessly, “You want to cum baby? You want to let yourself go all over me?” You nodded your head yes, which caused Christian to stop moving and pull himself out of you. You groaned loudly at the sudden loss of contact, frustration replacing the feeling of ecstasy that had consumed your entire body. “What’s wrong baby? Frustrated?” he teased with a ruthless smile on his face. The both of you started to hear voices and footsteps echo down the hallway, so Christian released you slowly allowing you to slide down the door to your feet. With one finger placed over your mouth signaling you to remain quiet, Christian pulled you against his body walking you over to the wooden desk in the center of the room. Before spinning you around and bending you over the desk to finish what he had started against the door, Christian placed his lips mere inches away from yours and growled up against them, “Don’t you ever interrupt my business like that again. Do. You. Understand. Me?” “Yes, sir…”

Ugh he’s sooo freaking fun to write about 🥵

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dirtywresling102 · 1 year

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So I know this is a bit of a odd combo, but could you do a Cash Wheeler x Hook x Christian Cage x MJF x Female!Reader where they’re all a mixed faction, but these men are also all fighting for the reader constantly? I actually really love these four and I’d love to see what happens when they’re all paired together

Pairing: Cash Wheeler x Hook x Female!Reader x Christian Cage x MJF

Warnings: Men fighting over their same crush, cussing, slight obsession towards reader, bets placed about sex

Imagine Requests: Open!

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"You think she likes you? Ha!" MJF laughed in Hooks face as Hook stood there with no emotion showing what so ever. "Kid, she runs from your goofy ass hair style."

"And like you don't have a goofy ass hair style?" Christian chuckled as he tightens his boots up for the night. They were getting ready to do a promo with you which started soon.

"Yeah, Christian and I are the only ones who have a decent cut, you both look like clowns." Cash laughed, shaking his head with a smile.

"Shut up, doesn't mean Y/N likes old geezers." MJF snapped towards the two older men. "Maybe she wants them young, like me."

"I'm pretty sure I'm younger than you." Hook raised his eyebrow.

"Maybe she likes them older." Cash grinned widely, clasping a hand over Christian's back.

"Yeah!" Christian agreed.

"I bet I can get her to kiss me first!" Hook blurted out making everyone stop and stare at him. Hook bit the inside of his cheek not knowing what to say.

"Oh yeah?" MJF stood tall in front of Hook, chewing his gum and smirking. "I bet I can get her to suck my dick first." MJF raised his eyebrow in a devilish way.

Christian and Cash shared a look, not saying anything. "I bet I can get her on my dick first." Christian engaged.

"I bet I can-"

You walked through the door making all the men shutting their mouths. "You bet you can what?" You laughed, raising your eyebrow to Cash who's face became bright red. "Woah," You looked around, noticing the mood changing. "Did I kill the mood?"

All the men exhaled a breath as they knew you had no idea they were making sexual bets against you. "Nothing." Cash nervously chuckled and scratched the back of his head.

"Whatever you weirdos, the promo starts in ten, meet me in catering." You waved them goodbye and left the room.

"Way to almost ruin our bets." MJF rolled his eyes towards Cash.

"I bet I can get her to come on my tongue and fingers first." Cash smirked darkly.

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dirtywrestling · 1 year

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Can I request a Heel!Christian Cage x Female Perry Sister!Reader? He’s been dating Jack’s sister who obviously is much younger than he is but they’ve been hiding it, so when he turns heel he continues to try and convince his baby girl to join him and leave her brothers side. She ultimately ends up leaving Jack’s side after Jack ends up accidentally costing her a important match and it’s revealed her and Christian have been together a long time when he comes out rubbing it Jack’s face that he’s got his baby sister wrapped around his finger?

Pairing: Heel!Christian Cage x Female!Reader

Warnings: 18+ Blog, Minors DNI, Reader is Jungle Boy's little sister,

Commission Requests: Closed!

Imagine Requests: Open!

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"You're a fucking joke! You know that!" You barked at your older brother who was frowning hard towards you.

"Y/N, wait let me-"

"Let you nothing! You cost me my match!" You were on the edge of crying in the middle of the ring, defeated. This was your big number one contender spot for the women's AEW championship and your brother fucked it all up. "I hate you! I fucking hate you!" You screamed at him making the crowd gasp.

"You don't mean it." Jack whispered.

Your eyes looked over at your secret boyfriend who was at the commentating table throughout your match, nodding towards him. Christian stood up and started to make his way towards the ring. "Y/N, please, I didn't mean it."

"I know you didn't, but this'll be the last time." Your eyes were down at the mat as you heard a loud smack and your brother now laid out in front of your feet cold.

"You did great, baby." Christian wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close. "Give me a kiss." He mumbled, lifting your chin up having you look at him. His lips collided against yours, ignoring Jack's groans of pain.

"Y/N?" Jack asked confused.

"That's right Jacky boy, your little sister and I have been dating behind your back and doing a lot more too." Christian winked and wiggled his eyebrows hinting at other things.

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fairuzfan · 6 months

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This post is for the anon who sent me that video asking me to debunk it's claims so they can be better equipped against accusations of antisemitism.

Sorry, I won't post the video since I refuse to have that man on my blog but I can give you common Zionist talking points and the illogicality behind it.

To preface: most of the questions Zionists will ask you are a trap, and will make you fall into a "rabbit hole" (as I was once told when I was younger), as we try to apply their reasoning. My advice is to ALWAYS center the humanity of Palestinians. For example, when a Zionist says:

"Don't Jews deserve a homeland to be safe?"

It fundamentally ignores the core issue: Palestinians are being raped, murdered, and expelled from their homes so that the establishment of this so called "homeland" may exist. When people ask this to you, I personally advise saying something like:

Why must Palestinians suffer for the establishment of this homeland?

Always recenter to the issue at hand—the inhumane removal and treatment of Palestinians.

"Palestine belongs to the Jews and Not Muslims"

The whole premise of this claim is flawed—there is a weird tendency to equate Arab/Palestinian=Muslim when it just is like. Completely untrue. There are Palestinian Christians, Bethlehem is famously a Christian city, who have been there for centuries. There are Palestinian Jews, who have been there for centuries. There are Palestinian Muslims, who have been there for centuries. My grandpa told me stories of how he would turn on lamps for his Jewish neighbors in Al-Khalil (or Hebron) during Shabbat.

To claim that Palestine is EITHER Islamic or Jewish doesn't make any sense and completely neglects the fact that dissemination of culture has occurred for centuries, as well as the intermingling of people throughout generations. To somehow assert that for some reason, Jews and Muslims did not have ANYTHING to do with each other—did not create together, did not build families together, did not build culture together, all while being PALESTINIAN—is incredibly racist and nonsensical. "Palestinian" is not a religious identity—it's a cultural and ethnic one.

Also, it does not negate the core issue—Palestinians are being killed, removed, and tortured so that others can live on that land.

"Well what about [something about partitioning land]?"

Honestly like, who cares about the partitioning throughout the 1900 and early 2000s. Sorry, I'm not going to list the whole "partitioning" history nonsense. The whole reason "Israel" exists is because of a Mass Exodus, murder, and rape of Palestinians. Everything after that is rendered obsolete.

"Well, I heard Palestinians allied with Hitler"

I don't know how to tell you this but Palestine was under British Control. No they didn't.

"Israel withdrew from the Gaza and left them to themselves and they put Hammas in charge"

Oh yeah, Israel totally left Gaza, that's why Gazans' water, electricity, internet, and food is completely controlled by Israel (this is sarcasm, Israel still controls basic life in Gaza).

Go back to centering the idea that no human deserves to be shoved into an open-air prison, starved, and controlled. Did you know that the Zionist Entity controls the amount of water Gazans receive, as well as counting their calories to ensure they don't have enough energy on a day to day basis?

"I heard Israel asked Arabs to stay"

Show them these papers and videos when they say this:

youtube

If you can't show them these videos, check in the next point what to say.

"Well the Palestinians left of their own will in 1948"

Palestinians in 1948 didn't "leave." They had heard of how the Zionist Entity was slaughtering Palestinians en masse. Women especially heard stories of rape and sexual violence. They fled from *violence*. Again, from an earlier post, that this was a calculated effort on the Zionist Entity's part to try and get them to "leave" on their own and "abandon" their houses so that they can come in and say "hey, they left on their own so, we can come in and take their houses now."

Anyways, the idea that once you leave your house you can't ever come back to it is incredibly odd to me as an argument on Zionists' part. Like if you leave your house right now to go to the grocery store and you come back and see someone in your house and they're like "sorry dude, this is my house now, you left so that means you can't come back," you'd be like, "what the hell!" It would be even weirder if everyone agreed with the guy who took your house, which is what happened to Palestinians.

In Al-Khalil, or Hebron, Palestinians always have to have someone stay in their house or else a Settler will come in and take it from them. So it still goes on today as well.

This is not a point, but when that one person in the video said "Arabs lived under Israeli rule" and showed a clip of a bustling city with mountains, I'm pretty sure that was Amman, Jordan, not Palestine lol. Those buildings in the mountains look like how downtown Amman builds the residential areas. Could be wrong tho.

"There are no Jews living under Palestinian rule in Palestine"

What is this, some sort of gotcha argument? What are they trying to prove, the racist (obviously false) notion that Palestinians hate Jews as a whole? How do they know no Palestinian Jew lives in Gaza? Also, Settlers in Palestinian Territory exist??? I had never heard this claim before, its incredibly stupid lol. You're automatically a citizen of "Israel" if you're Jewish, whether or not you live in or outside of Palestinian Territories. So of course technically they don't live under Palestinian rule, they're granted full rights as an "Israeli" citizen automatically!

Go back to talking about the inhumane treatment of Palestinians, I wouldn't bring up the above counterpoint unless they really won't let it go since the main point is mistreatment.

"Why are Christians supporting Israel then, if it's a secular issue rather than a religious one?"

Well actually for a couple reasons:

Oil interests and regional control of goods (White People Supporting White People).

Weird fundamentalist ideology where they want to enact the second coming of Christ.

And finally because they are racist and don't think Arab Christians deserve to live. They literally bombed a 1500+ year church the other day. Why would (White) Christians cosign that.

Anyways, its a stupid argument again, because it forgets the core issue of Palestinians dying and being displaced.

In summary, always go back to the point of centering the Palestinians being displaced, tortured, and murdered, no matter the argument a Zionist gives you.

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snowsinterlude · 4 months

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What Weighs in Your Heart.

+18, mdni

(priest coriolanus x f. reader, mdni!)

summary: the priest of panem's church was the one you confided the most, that's the only reason for you to confess your sins every sunday evening, and that's why you always stayed until late at church.

c.w: priest!coriolanus, christian reader, christian guilt, altar sex, slapping, mentions to blowjob, grinding, fingering, squirting, church sex, dirty talk, smut, nsfw, public sex, dacryphilia, degrading, praising, overstimulation, sub reader, religious imagery mentioned, priest kink, praying during sex, sex in public place, mdni!!

the sin - heinrich lossow, 1880.

a piece showing a nun moans and a priest holds her hips. based on the events of the last day of October 1501, where cardinal cesare de borgia, son of Pope Alexander VI, supposedly hosted a decadent dinner party.

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every sunday, you spend your whole evening at the church, always so eager to please your religion and your god, but you knew deep in your heart that this was not your true intention.

you've waited until everybody left the church again, so you could ask father coriolanus to listen to your regrets on the confessionary – that's how far you can remember –, and with your moans echoing through the church and your pussy gushing around his skilled fingers, you cried out in pleasure, hearing his prays.

both of you weren't anywhere near the confessionary, if you looked up you could see the stained glass window with a image of Jesus Christ looking at you, and you'd immediatly look down again, the wet sounds of your cunt echoing through your eardrums.

"that the eyes of your heart may be enlighted, so you can repent for your sins and your place in heaven is reserved." he prayed, his fingers fucking your pussy relentlessly while his other hand held a rosary, praying for you. "tell me what weighs within your heart, my child."

you couldn't even speak an entire phrase without moaning, you didn't have any idea you were so wet and sensitive until the moment he pulled your panties aside.

"you didn't hear me?" he asked, curling his long fingers into your cunt. "confess me your sins."

you gulped down, crying from guilt and pleasure all at once.

"forgive me, f..father, for i have sinned." you started, legs spreading a bit more just so you could be met with a slap on your ass and a finger thrusting into your core. "fuck, father. i-i can't- i can't sp...speak!"

your eyes were closed shut, your mouth opened up to let him hear your squeal once he slapped your butt.

"the church is not a place for you to run your dirty mouth like that." he warned you, taking his fingers out of your core and making you suck on them.

"i'm sorry, father. please forgive me." you said, eyes swelling up with tears as he frowned at you, shaking his head negatively.

"tell me what weighs in your heart, so i can show you the path of god, my dear lamb." he said, both his hands on your hips while you shamelessly whined, grinding your hips on his stiffened dick.

"forgive me, father, for i haven't stopped sinning kn every lord's day and can't stop coming to the church only to sin." you said, your voice sounding to malicious to your liking. you truly hoped god would help you, the guilt in your heart was nothing near the pleasure you experimented on coriolanus's dick. "father, please. i can't stop thinking about you," you admitted, your own hand travelling down your stomach to reach for your swollen clit.

an action that, much to your sadness, was prevented by the priest towering on you. his hand held yours, caging them with the rosemary he held.

"you should know better than to indulge in such a dirty path, little lamb." he said, in a soothing voice while you thrusted back at him, crying for release. "look at you, you're on the right path to become satan's main worshipper. you're so dirty, so stained." you cried upon hearing those words.

"it is not my fault, father, i swear!" you cried out, your core clenching on air as it missed his cock inside you, throbbing inside you while he usually hit your ass. "it's not my fault! i-in god's plan, he made the devil so much stronger than any of those whose flesh is the main pleasure-" he gave you another painful slap, your lips gasping as the tears rolled down your cheek.

"so now it is god's fault that you are such a whore?" he asked you, grinding back at you, you mewled at his words.

"n-no, that was not what i said-"

"it is exactly what you said, lamb. you should watch your words." he said, the stern tone on your voice made you sob.

"i'm sorry, father. i'm sorry, i wasn't thinking straight, i- ah!" you sobbed, feeling the tip of his cock entering your core, your cries were too pleasant for him.

"this is what you wanted, right? this is why you're always here, looking at me with those pleading eyes that are always screaming 'fuck me, father.' isn't that right?" he asked you, a smirk curling into your lips as you nodded pathetically. "you can't help but crave what is not yours to have, can you? even if it's a priest's cock. i bet you fucked more priests in this life than any prostitute." he whispered into your ear, thrusting slowly into your pussy with a tortuous rhythm.

your brain felt too mushed up for you to even talk, so you sticked up with shaking your head negatively, your moans and cries being paused for you to mewl a bunch of no's.

"use your words, you are a bitch, but you're not dumb and nor are you mute." he said, his cock entering you entirely, filling you to the edge as you cried out in pleasure, his hand grabbed your boob aggressively, pinching your nipple as he turned you to face him. "do what i said."

"'m sorry, fa.. father! i'm sorry. i-i didn't fuck any priest other than you, i promise!" you cried out, the tip of his cock teasing your clit before entering you again.

"see? it wasn't that hard speaking up and using your voice for something other than begging for my dick." he said, looking into your eyes, and the smile he gave you was so pretty that you just knew that fucking in missionary would end up with you saying something forbidden, something dirty. he was right, you were stained after all. "you're such a good girl, can't believe you go around with my cum in your pussy looking that innocent." he chuckled.

he put your handcuffed hands on his neck, making you hug his neck before he made one of your legs wrap around him, thrusting into you until his tip teased just the right spot inside you.

"fuck! father, please, keep going!" you begged, crying as your head hide on the curvature of his neck.

he tugged your hair back, making your eyes meet his, the ones you were trying your best to avoid, the ones you knew that once you looked into, you would see the abyss of the fire of hell waiting for you. he leaned closer to you, his face mere inches of yours. he couldn't kiss you, no. it'd make everything worse- but god, his lips looked so pretty. so kissable. you wanted him to, and inside of you, your heart prayed he would. but he didn’t.

"you're so eager." he smiled, groaning as you squeezed his cock between your gummy warm walls and cried while he nibbled om your neck and earlobe. "but you heard what i said about your language. the church is no place for that." he said.

"but you- hah, god! y-you're always cussing around too! y-you called me a whore just two minutes ago!" you cried out, defending yourself in this situation was pathetic.

"because you are one, lamb." he said, chuckling as he kissed your tears on the right corner of your mouth. too close to your lips. "my language can be excused when i'm telling the truth," he paused, growling while his forehead leaned into yours. "your language, however, is just a bunch of fucks."

"f-father, please don't." you said, moaning while trying your best to pull away from his lips.

"'don't', what? 'don't cum inside this time'? 'don't suck on my neck'?" he asked, his eyes boring into yours as he thrusted faster and deeper into you. ah, you always looked so pretty when he fucked you and messed you up, such a slutty mess.

"d..don't kiss me," you said, for his surprise. and he chuckled at you. you could handle fucking a priest but couldn't handle a kiss? how cute. "you're too close to me, y-your lips- i want you to."

"be more specific," he groaned, his hips slapping in yours as his cock hit your cervix and his hand slapped your ass. "you want me to do what, dear?"

"i want you to kiss me." you pleaded, crying from humiliation.

"you told me not to." he said, teasing you as his thumb rubbed on your clit, making your walls squeeze him. he gasped, soft grunts leaving his mouth as he frowned, looking down to see his cock disappearing inside your pussy with each thrust.

"please do. p-please, please." you begged. this wasn't the first time you fucked him, but it would be the first time you kissed him, and in general, it would be the first time you kissed at all. "just this once. j-just today."

"pray." he demanded.

"what? no- not now. it's wrong. it's dirty" you sobbed.

"just like you. pray." he said again, torturing you as he montioned his hips in a slow, steady place. you gulped down, apologizing to jesus mentally before commiting the terrible sin you were about to.

"o-our father, who art in heaven, hallowed by thy name, thy kingdom come-" you cried, your heart heavy with guilt. "t..thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven, give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses." you closed your eyes shut, overstimulation hitting you like a brick as you sobbed.

he begin thrusting faster in you, your voice melting at each rapid thrust that hit your uterus, his cock entering deep inside you, his balls kissing your core as his member throbbed inside you. "keep going." he said, and so you did.

"as we- ugh, coryo! as we forgive, those who- who tre... who trespass against us," you groaned, feeling your climax arriving. you held yourself, prohibiting yourself from cumming in such a time. "and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil,"

he kissed you, his tongue tangled on yours. such a filthy kiss, such a messy kiss, took you over the edge. his hand brought you closer by your waist, fucking you relentlessly while his other hand held your head, kissing you roughly. you came first than him, a wet mess being made on him as you squirt on him, moaning into the kiss as he kept going, cumming inside you right after you.

"a...amen." you finished, shaking as he pulled his cock from you, kissing your tears alway.

"good girl." he said, kissing your temple. you pouted as he cleaned your tears, and after straightening your clothes and pulling his pants back, you were still shaking, your legs trembling from the intense orgasm you just had. "be a good lamb and sit there while i bring you water and clean myself, okay?"

and you nodded obediently, sitting on the first bench you could reach.

he was so gentle to you. so good. your brain thanked heavens that he made you pray during that, even if it was the biggest sin you've commited, you knew that if he hadn't done such a thing, you would tell him you loved him.

fuck, you're a terrible christian. and to think your parents were so proud of you being such a church girl.

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ja3hwa · 6 months

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♡ 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐔𝐬, 𝐄𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐎𝐮𝐫𝐬 ♡

Day 31 : Trick Or Teat

【Synopsis】 : The dead of night, creatures hide. In the light of a fire, those same creatures can become more.

『Word count』 : 7.01k

-> Genre: Supernatural. Smut. Angst. Fluff.

Paring: Yungi x Reader | Seonghwa x Reader [Eventual ot8 x Reader]

[Warnings] : Self hatred. Abusive family. toxic family. Cult-like religon. Myths and supernatural concepts. The reader is giving off Genderfluid in some parts [not me projecting whoops]. hints of sexual abuse. Blood. Gore. Dark themes. Blood drinking. Kissing. Swearing. All the boys have a corruption kink cause why not. Fingering. Seonghw has a bit of a superiority complex. Details of torture and killing people. Unprotected sex. Yunho and Mingi are little shits. Eheh

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The Destiny Castle was filled with darkness and death. Guard dogs, the size of cows and strange beastly noises echoing in the forest surrounding. And warnings to anyone that enters the ground will never be seen again. Well, that's what the priest of your village says over time and time again. Blabbering about how god left the family that lived in the castle many centuries ago when they invited night-crawling creatures inside. Ones that drink blood and care little for the human race.

Vampires.

You sighed under your breath for the fifth or sixth time this evening as the sermon read on the large dusted book in front of him. Your hands were beginning to ache from having them clasped together for so long. Why were you even praying? It's not like you believe any of this bullshit. Yes, granted, some of it might sound true, and you had doubts on multiple occasions whether this man in the sky was, in fact, real or not. But did you really want to stick around and find out? When you die and you go to hell, so be it. You weren't scared of where you ended up. You were more scared of wasting your life away. Not finding the adventure you so desperately craved. But your picture-perfect parents with their picture-perfect kids shall have no such dreams. No such idea of living other than to tend to the market stall and be married to yet another picture-perfect family.

You felt your mother's god-awful stare as she clearly heard you sigh yet again. You hated her the most. Always finding new and improved ways to punish you for "your sins." Like rolling your eyes or talking back to a man. Or worse, not showing any signs of being a good future housewife so when she's finally ready to sell you off—oh I'm sorry, give you away—to some rich Christian suitor to be your husband. You could be the perfect version of yourself for her.

Perfect. Perfect. Perfect.

You hated that fucking word. A loud bell chime caught your attention, signalling that Sept was finished with his blabberings for the evening. So you stood up straight, your annoyingly over-layered dress before turning on your heels to leave.

"Oh wait, Dove. Come here, please." Your mother's overfaked and sugary sweet tone rattled in your ears. The use of the nickname Dove also annoyed you. Dove, meaning white pure bird that is trapped in a golden cage. Everyone had called you that since you were born, most people in the village not even knowing your real name, only know this nickname.

Why, you may ask?

Simple, your mother hated your name. You were named after your father's mother, who she hated. But it was tradition to name your firstborn after the father's mother, so here you were. Not only were you a disappointment to your mother, but you also bore a name that resembles hatred. Lucky you.

"This is Lucas Wheeler. He's Mary and Robert's Eldest son." Your mother's voice buttered up the introduction, leaning in with an absolutely disturbingly fake smile that everyone seemed to fall for. You turned your lip slightly, making a poor attempt to smile, which your mother did not approve of. "Luca, darling, this is my daughter."

His grin was wide and overexaggerated. His tunic was buttoned all the way up to his Adams apple, looking as if it was constricting his airflow. And his hair was perfectly brushed back. He was the definition of a good pure religious boy. A book nerd. You couldn't hide your disgust as he licked his lips, eyeing you like some piece of flesh. You knew what he was hiding. That filthy lust that men seemed to only be forgiven for. He has probably dreamed about shoving his cock in every woman that passes him and he was definitely only thinking about his needs while staring at you. Not marriage, not husband duty. No, the sole idea of finally getting his little dick wet was driving him crazy. And it made you want to chuck your guts up all over his clean shoes.

"You seem to have such a um, polite daughter here, Christine. She seems shy?" Lucas's mother, Mary spoke up trying to take a look at you but you kept your face pointed to the ground. You didn’t want to be there and you weren't about to fake a smile for a family you did not need to know. you wanted nothing more than to slip away and become invisible like you always did in these types of situations. But turning twenty has now made you in the public eye. Twenty and without a husband was rare. Normally women in your village were betrothed at sixteen and married at eighteen. But you have managed to wheezle your way out of it from your parents being too worried about your younger sisters. But you’ll be twenty-one soon and your mother, Christine was becoming impatient.

“She is a shy one. Sweet too. Micheal and I have been trying to find the perfect man for her, but her shyness seems to not be a lucky charm.” Your mother battered, throwing a sweet chuckle making Lucas’s parents laugh.

“Well, how about you both come over? Bring all your kids, for dinner. I’m sure my Luca would love to get to know her.” Mary pinched Lucas’s cheek making him push away slightly.

“Yes. I’d love to know more about your daughter. I’m sure we will be able to entertain one another while you get dinner ready.” his dark words made your stomach turn and flip. Now you were definitely going to be sick.

“It’s settled then. We will see you at sundown.” Your mother bid goodbye tugging you away by your arm out of the church, not letting you go for a second. Knowing you’d just run off the first chance you got.

Night came quicker than you would have liked and no matter how hard to tried to slip away your mother made sure that one of your sisters was always with you, ready to shout if you tried to bail. What was this some type of house imprisonment? You didn’t want to go, that was more than clear. But your mother couldn’t care less and your father well it was ‘whatever mother says goes’. so you were alone in the more honest terms. Your brothers were too young to know any different, your sister who is only two years younger than you was a cutout of your mother. And your little sister was daddy's little girl. She didn’t care about anything but her daddy.

What a perfect family you seem to have. Everyone fitted in somewhere but you. You were the experiment. The first batch of cookies to come out of the oven that no one touches cause they were too burned or not fully cooked.

“Come on we are going to be late.” Your mother's voice rang through the house, your sister's eyes not leaving you. She had muttered something before heading for the door. You had told her you just needed to put on some garments before meeting her downstairs. She was hesitant for a moment thinking this was a plan to escape but you had said that there was no time now and what would be the point. Sensing your defeat she left you alone. Finally.

You pull on some pants under your dress, hating having to wear such feminine clothing. It wasn’t that you were against wearing dresses or lace or even frills. It was more that sometimes you wanted pants. Was that so bad? You sighed putting all the clothes your sister had pulled out for you to try on, on the end of your bed. That was later you’s problem. You noticed your book laying on your pillow making you swear under your breath. Tucking it back under the sheets you wonder if your sister saw it. You hopped not, if she saw what you wrote or worse what you drew, she’d be telling the church to burn you at the stake.

You ran down the stairs quickly, not wanting to waste any more time, hoping that if you go over and get this night over with you can come back home and hide away in your room, wishing you were anywhere other than with this family.

This night seemed okay as far as talking about our lord and saviour over supper was. Mary was busy finishing up the final dish, letting Lucas and your parents laugh over a blessed bottle of wine. They had sent you and Lucas away to, get to know one another and Lucas had to perfect idea to show you his barn. A place where ‘he could be himself’. God, everything he says annoys you. Climbing the old rusty ladder, you stand in an empty hay loft. Your gut felt strange, like your body was warning you of something but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. Until you felt a hand grip your shoulder softly but tight enough to make you freeze.

His breath was so close, pooling on your neck. fingers were ghosting along your corset strings making tears build in your eyes. Even though he was a little boy in your mind. He was much bigger than you and he could easily take advantage of you if you didn’t play your cards right. So you had to act. “And what might we get up to here hmm…”

His chuckle sickened you. “Well, we have some time before mother calls. So I thought we get to know each other. Just like our families wanted.” he pulled away, making a grunting sound behind you. You turned slowly to see he was sitting on a blanket that had been laid out on some hay. Was this disgusting excuse of a man really thinking he could charm you into sleeping with him? God, his ego was bigger than you thought. You giggled, waltzing around the small room pretending to think but in truth, you were looking for an exit. You could go down the ladder but he’d probably grab you before getting that low. Maybe over the side onto the beams. He won't be able to get to you then. But then you’d be trapped until you eventually have to climb back over. And you know he’s the type to wait you out.

A window. Probably leads onto the roof. Not practical but if you recall you did see a bunch of hay bails just outside so if you jump you’d be able to land on them. And a broken ankle or wrist was better than….”Where is your mind wondering, baby? Do I scare you?”

Your head snaps back to him, giving him a small smile. “Oh, no…no…” You step closer, looking him deep in his eyes. “you don’t scare me…baby…” You stood right above his laying figure, his legs spread, enough for you to place a foot in between them. A grim smirk painted his unpleasant features. he went to sit up and you used this as your now or never, kicking him right in the balls without another thought. His groan was loud, knowing if it weren't for how far you were from the house. Everyone would have heard.

“You little bitch!” You ran for the window, crawling out as quickly as you could. The top of your dress got caught on a nail ripping the fabric. But you didn’t waste any time to cry about broken material, looking for the hay bails. It wasn’t as high of a jump as you thought, sliding down the straw, making some of it get caught in your dress. You could hear Lucas groaning in the distance as you started to run. Run fast and run far.

You needed to go home. Quickest route is through the forestry back towards the centre of the village before turning off from the church. Jump Mr Smith's fence and climb the vines into your room. Simple enough. But it's dark, a little too dark and all you could hear was your heartbeat in your ears and rabid footsteps in the distance. The forest was thick. Trees tightly snug together. You almost tripped several times over branches and roots. Your heart was racing now, panting as your mind was becoming hazy. Need to get home. Need to get home.

“Ohhhh Little Dove, where are you.” Lucas’s deep sinister voice echoed through the dark forest. He was too close, you needed to stop. Hide. Maybe he’d go past you or head back. “Come out, baby. We were just having some fun.”

Quiet. Be silent. don’t move. Not a mucsle.

He called your name this time your real one making you gulp. His voice was maybe two or three trees away from where you stood. A twig snaps and you feel tears in the corners of your eyes. He was so close it was like you could still feel his breath. “Come on princess...” His hand wrapped the tree you were standing against and everything stopped. You closed your eyes thinking for a moment, trying to play thousands of scenarios of how you could get away. But nothing would work. He caught you. He danced the bend, slipping right into your view. Before you could run his hand gripped your throat making you freeze. “Don’t worry baby. I don’t bite.”

His words were short... sinister, like he had achieved his ultimate goal of capturing his prey. Your eyes widened going to spit back a comment but your words caught in your throat as you saw a figure suddenly appear behind Lucas. Tall, dark. Red eyes glowing through the night. Everything happened so quickly, the beast grasped Lucas the same way he had you, pulling him back with fright. “But I do…”

The creature's fangs pierced the disgusting man's neck making him scream out a noise that would make your blood curdle. His grip dropped from you, trying to scratch and fight off the larger figure. You took this moment to run, not even caring if the creature was going to kill him or not. All you knew was you needed to run. But you couldn’t run home anymore. There’s blood on your hands literally, Lucas’s blood splattered on you. If this wasn’t a perfect situation the priest was looking for to burn you at the stake you don’t know what is. “Hey, this way.”

You physically jump hearing a high-pitched voice cooe at you through the wind. It was a hooded figure, and normally you would of not gone with a stranger but in this case it seemed fair. You followed the person who seemed to be always a few steps ahead of you at all times no matter how hard you tried to catch up. It was only then, when you stopped focusing on the person to look around you noticed they were leading you to the castle grounds. Where myth reads vampires inhabit. That must have been what got Lucas.

A blood sucking vampire.

You stopped in your tracks not knowing to go back or forward. It’s not like vampires scared you per se. It was just. You were human and they are beasts. They would certainly eat you before you could plead your case. But one of them saved you right? That’s what it was doing? Not just finding two humans and deciding to have a late-night snack right….

“Hey over here.” The figure called for you again but when you looked up everything suddenly went black.

Your head was ringing. Heartbeat thumping slowly in your ears. Black splotches clouded your vision as you tried to look around. You were in a room. A Billiard room, to be exact. You have never seen a room of such a size. The bottom of your house most definitely fitting in this room alone. The leather under your fingers felt expensive, seeing the brown with bubbled texture. It was lavish, elegant—

"Beautiful, isn't it." A smooth voice swayed your attention, having caught you admiring the fine fabrics of the furniture. Your eyes locked with deep crimson ones. He was like nothing you've ever seen before. He was stunning, tall, and broad. You had to gulp at the sheer beauty of the man. But you knew he wasn't just a man. From his eyes, you knew he was a beast, a night crawler.

"Are you going to respond? Or are you more of a staring type?" Another voice scared you slightly. Looking to your left, you see another man, but he was sitting on the couch next to you. His black undercut fitted his features perfectly. He kind of sounded like the hooded figure that was helping you get away before...

"Definitely the quiet, staring type." A cheeky tone to your right. He was leaning on the pool table, his Cheshire cat grin painting his features smugly.

So there's three of them that live here?

"Now now, Woo, San. She's probably just scared." A shorter but beefier male suddenly stood next to the first one that spoke. He wasn't even looking at you, mostly paying attention to the two he called Woo and San. You were now sitting straight up, moving your gaze from each of them. As they were all in their own worlds arguing about why you might not be talking.

"You're bleeding, Tiny?" A voice growled behind you, startling you. You turned to see two very big men standing behind the couch. "When did you cut yourself?" He dragged his two fingers through your wound, making you hiss, pulling away from him.

He put one of his fingers in his mouth, closing his eyes as if he were savouring the taste. Once he was done, he placed his other bloody finger in the male next to him, mouth. The other man groaned his eyes, glowing a harsher red as he stared you down. "You taste delicious, Sugar."

You went to stand, trying to get away from them, but your legs gave out, making you fall forward in front of the high-pitched boy who still sat on the other couch. "Be careful, Dollface. Don’t want ya gettin hurt."

"Okay, let's give her some space. Wooyoung, take San down to the kitchens and see if dinner is ready yet. Mingi and Yunho can go set the table." The one that stood at the door, the first man directed all the men with ease. They will followed without another word, heading for the door. "And for the love of Lillith, Jongho, can you please find your lover and Hongjoong. I think they were still cleaning up from..." He looked at you briefly. "Dealing with that disgusting human."

You knew he was talking about Lucas, and that meant this Lover boy or Hongjoong had been the one you saw ripping through Lucas's neck. They all left soon after, leaving you alone with the dominant man. You managed to sit back on the couch, but you wanted, needed to stand. So you tried your luck again, and your knees buckled, making you slip forward, but instead of making an impact with the ground, two large arms were wrapped around your waist. Your hands gripped the creature's biceps, feeling his muscles taught and tense. "You do need to be careful, Darling."

Unlike Lucas's or any man, you've ever met really. These creatures don't seem to set off any of your alarms. You didn’t know if that was a bad thing or not, but you chose to brush it off, ‘cause in the end, you had never felt such kindness from anyone in the village. You were out-casted, unloved. You might as well be the witch they all wanted you to be. The kind smile that painted his features made your heart skip. He was indeed handsome. You finally spoke up saying who you were and the man looked at you with surprise before laughing. “Oh, I’m sorry. My name is Seonghwa. It’s nice to meet you…”

Your name rolled off his tongue so beautifully. No one had ever used it to address you before. It was almost strange, foreign even. “Honestly you could call me anything. I was never called that name sadly.”

Seonghwa hummed in response, still holding tight on you. In truth, he knows much more about you than he leads on. When he and the others go on hunts he had found you a year ago. Ironically you were having your nineteenth birthday. On your own of course. He remembers the way you spoke to yourself, wishing yourself a happy birthday while you drew in your book. Your feet were in the cool water of the watering hole in the forestry just outside the village. You went there almost every second day. And so did he.

There was something about you that caught his eye. Caught all of the boy's eyes. You were special but none of them could put their finger on it. So of course when they found you running for your life from a disgusting man. They couldn’t stand by and let anything happen to their precious little human.

Dinner was quick as you just sat there and ate in silence. The others were loud though, making it seem almost normal. Like everything that was happening was something you all were used to already. Seonghwa had told you about all the boys and what all their names were. It took you a moment to put names to faces but once you got it. It was easy. Seonghwa never left your side. Making sure you were safe and comfortable. You appreciated it, understanding it must have been weird to have a human walking around. But you quickly learnt that all the maids and butlers were human. They got paid and some even lived on the estate.

Everything the village said about vampires and creatures in general was so wrong. And secretly you always wanted it to be wrong. So you were glad they weren't purely just bloodsucking beasts. But every now and then that face you saw popped into your head. You still didn’t know which one killed Lucas. And on top of it, this Hongjoong and Yeosang—Seonghwa had told you his name—were nowhere to be found.

“Okay well, sun will be up soon. Let’s get ready for bed.” Seonghwa again spoke up, dying down the chatter. It was like he took on a motherly role in the house. It was cute.

“Come Sugarcube. Yunho and I will show you to your room.” The one named Mingi flashed you a smile making you smile in response. Bidding Seonghwa goodnight or would It be morning now? Mental note to look out for a clock. The halls were lavish and carpeted, matching all the rooms you’ve seen thus far. Everything was perfect, vintage and beautiful. Yunho and Mingi had caught onto your mind wandering and had stopped for a moment, seeing how far you’d walk without them near you. You were very cute to them. Like a clueless bunny, with wide innocent eyes.

“Hey, Tiny. Your room is over here.” Yunho’s far voice snapped you out of your thoughts making you turn around to see both large men. Their arms crossed, with big grins. Your face was redder than a tomato in seconds making them both groan at how you waddle back quickly. Cute. Too cute. “This is where you’ll be saying. We’ll try and get some of your personal things tomorrow.”

“Yeah, Hongjoong had said something about grabbing some stuff while your family are out tomorrow.” Mingi rubbed the back of his neck as you slipped past both men to look into the huge spacious room. Only hours ago you were about to be married off to some pig and live on his farm until your death to now staying with not one but eight vampires.

And what was worse. You couldn’t go back. Not that you’d want to that is. But still, all your life you’ve known one thing and now… “You okay Tiny? Not the style you like? We have like ten other rooms if you want to-No it’s okay it’s just…” You cut Yunho off before taking a seat on the olive green and black silk sheets that lay on the large king bed.

“Did…Did Lucas die?” You don’t understand why you were asking about that pig but you needed to know. You needed to know would your parents found his mangled body and thought the beast that did that also killed you. Or would they think you did it? Yunho sat on his knees in front of you, placing his large hands on your thighs in a comforting manner. His smile was soft and his fingers grazing on your exposed skin was gentle.

“No. Yeosang left him alive. But he won't be wanting to live with the way he looks now.” You don’t know if Yunho’s words made you feel better or worse.

“Hongjoong helped him drag him back to that barn. His parents found him and they are looking for you at the moment.” Mingi revealed, knowing you’ll just keep asking questions so there was no reason to hide anything from you.

“Do my parents think I’m dead?” Deep down you knew they’d be happy either way. Dead, alive. Murderer or innocent. Your family would plead their sob story about the monster you were regardless of the truth.

“No…Lucas told them you ran. They think you were a part of it. Luring him out there for your vampire lover to have a meal.” Yunho felt disgusted with himself for repeating what Hongjoong had told them your parents said. But what else should they do?

“Vampire lover….hmm.” You smiled, starting to laugh. That’s what they probably thought you were sneaking off to at random hours of the day or night. Both of the men looked at one another with confusion, letting Mingi sit down next to you.

“Something funny with that Sugarcube?” Mingi’s voice was so deep, velvety. It made your core tingle and heart race. You looked up at him with tears in your eyes, but still giving him a smile.

“My mother has wanted nothing but to pin some devilish thing on me and now she gets it. Something that said I did not serve the lord. Argh…” Tears ran down your cheeks “Fuck the lord. Why should I have to care what an old man did for humanity?! I just wanted to paint. Find adventure. Not marry and be a baby maker for some lowlife pig.” All your pent-up anger. All your disappointment. Every single thing you wished to say to your mother was pouring out, in front of two vampires you had only met hours ago now. It felt like a weight being pushed off your chest and you were no longer drowning. Mingi’s hand rubbed circles on your lower back making you fall into his embrace, letting him hold you while Yunho straightened up so he could hold you as well. They were beasts that could drain you in seconds yet they held you like they’ve known you for years. They listened as if they cared. They spoke as if you were the most important person in the world. why?

“There, there baby. It’s okay. You’re free now. You can do anything you want.” Yunho’s voice was quiet almost barely above a whisper. But still still heard him. You pulled away letting them still hold you but you could wipe your face. You can do anything? No one has ever said that to you.

“Well...I guess since this my first time of freedom…” You had both the vampire's attention now with your words. “I want a bath. One with lots of bubbles.” You’ve never had such a thing in your life only settling for quick showers or sharing bathing pools with your siblings. Not something lavish. Mingi laughed a deep hearty laugh. As if you couldn't get any more cute, there you went.

“I think that’s a perfect idea Sugar. We’ll get one of the maids to fix one up for you. And…” He placed his hands on either shoulder pushing you towards Yunho. Your face inches from him. Mingi inspected the wound of your shoulder blade noticing it was already closing but blood was still pooling out of it slowly. “Get this wound cleaned up…”

His tongue licked a strip upwards, following the wound. You hiccuped feeling a slight sting from him. Yunho however distracted you by giving you a kiss. Your eyes were wide and confused. He… he was kissing you. His soft lips moved slowly against yours. His tongue dipped around your bottom lip, testing the waters. Perfectly distracting you from Mingi cleaning your cut with his mouth. Your blood tasted unlike anything he had ever tasted before.

“You taste amazing… fuck.” Mingi mumbled against you while Yunho’s tongue slipped into your mouth as you groaned. Your mind was spinning like crazy, your hand finding place on Yunho biceps, digging your nails in his cold flesh.

“Y…Yuyu..” You tried to speak, finally making both men pull away, leaving you to gasp for air.

“Sorry tiny. Your lips were just too kissable not to.” Yunho chuckled licking his lips of the saliva you left behind on them. Your heart was pounding, feeling such excitement but also a tinge of fear…

“Tha… that was my first kiss..” You felt embarrassed to say so but you felt compelled to tell them. Which made both of them growl. Mingi’s fingers wrapped in your tattered dress hem while Yunho rubbed his hand over his face.

“Fuck. I was your first kiss baby?” Yunho felt so proud of himself.

“Damn Yunho the others aren't gonna be happy when they find out,” Mingi spoke as if you were no longer there.

“Wait why would the others care?” You suddenly felt small, seeing hunger in both their eyes. You had no idea what these men were planning, nor what they all wanted from you. It frightened you. But not as much as it excited you.

The bath was filled with bubbles, vanilla scent soap and soft music from a vinyl. You could have stayed in there for hours but when one of the maids came in to help you dress your wound you knew it was time to get out. The nice maid named Minnie had brought you some sleepwear, soft silk sleep shorts and a singlet. You have never felt such soft fabric before always getting hand-me-downs or second/third hand clothing.

“You look cute.” A gentle voice echoed from the door of your room. You hummed, blush burning your cheeks. Turning you see Seonghwa leaning against the door frame, bottom lip between his teeth as he eyed you, not even trying to hide that he was checking you out.

“Thanks…” You played with your fingers, standing there awkwardly as you watched Seonghwa close the door, slowly moving towards you. Like he was stalking you. No doubt Yunho and Mingi had run off bragging what they had done when you were busy bathing. God, if this was going to become a new normal you were going to develop a headache from your head spinning.

“I wanted to check on you.” For every step he took, you took one back, like a little dance until your back was firmly against the wall and his body almost flushed against you. “I heard Min and Yun had some fun with you.”

“I-..Yunho kissed me…Mingi he uh…” You felt so flustered, fanatically looking around the room feeling embarrassed about spilling what you had done even though you knew the two giants would have told everyone by now. He put his fingers on your chin, running his thumb along your bottom lip, pulling on it slightly.

“I was kinda hoping to be the first to taste you. But then again, none of the boys tend to listen.” His eyes were hooded, looking at you with such hunger. He could feel your heart race against the pad of his thumb. He can hear your blood pumping quicker than normal. And your eyes never left his. His face inched closer, and then some. Seeing just how close he could get to you before you’d pull away but you didn’t, not even flinch. “Have you done anything like this before?”

You shook your head no slightly. “Have you ever touched yourself, Bunny?” his question made your face become redder. This was filthy, dirty, something you were supposed to be sworn away. And man did defying god feel intoxicating. You whispered no, making him close his eyes with a sigh for a moment. So innocent, so cute… So his to taint. “Do you want me to touch you, Bunny?”

“Yes…” You whisper… He tucked a piece of damp hair behind your ear making you shiver as his fingers grazed your skin. His cold tips slide along your cheek, down to your neck, before pushing gently on your man artery feeling your hot blood pump under his digits.

“I could drain you dry right now. Or fuck you full? Maybe both? Hmm?” His lips brushed against yours but not enough to seal his lips on yours. No, he wanted you to do it, he needed you to do the first move. So he knows you do in fact want it. And you gave him exactly what he wanted, leaning up to lock your lips to his. His one hand cupped your face to deepen the kiss while his other, snaked down to play with the hem of your shorts. Your legs spread instinctively, giving him access to do whatever he pleases. His wet tongue danced with you making you feel all kinds of filthy.

You had almost gotten a man killed, ran away from home. Most likely been shunned for life from your village and on top of that kissed two men that both happened to be undead creatures you only just met, while another drank from one of your open wounds. If was indeed sins, you might as well be sent down to Lillith herself on a golden platter.

“Come on Bunny, let’s get you comfortable.” He pulled away picking you up by your thighs before walking over to your bed and laying you down on the plump mattress. His lips trail down your cheeks, then your jaw until he stops at your neck for a moment rubbing his nose along your jugular. “God I can smell your blood through your soft skin.” he sighs, drawing his fangs out.

“H-Hwa p-please…” You bucked your hips against his hardening length, spreading your legs further so he could get closer if that was possible. He chuckled, darkly. Fang pressing just hard enough to pierce your skin a little bit so a few drops of blood would spill out. He licked your blood up, trying not to get any on the bed sheets. Your whimpers were music to his ears, and your taste was heavenly. Now he’s wondering how else you taste in other places. “Fuuckk.”

The feeling of his fangs and the was his fingers play with your short made your head cloudy. His hand slipped into your shorts cupping your core making you suddenly aware what was happening. His mouth finally left your neck, kissing down the exposed parts of your chest. He was worshiping every part of your body sending your skin on fire. “Such a pretty bunny. I can feel heat pooling out of you. Do you find my devilish charms that intoxicating bunny?”

You squirmed, needed more. His index finger slide along your slit making your mouth open into an ‘o’ shape. Your eyes shut tightly, finally feeling some kind of relief that you were searching for. The pleasure was new, and strange, making you feel like you were in a whole another world. Seonghwa kept whispering sweet nothings to you as he slowly pushes a finger inside your drenched cunt. It was steady at first until he found a rhythm, inching yet another finger inside making your brows knot together. His name fell from your lips on repeat like some kind of broken vinyl, he knew he could get you close to your high without much effort given you have never felt such a feeling before. And with only a few more moments you were clenching around his digits, coming underdone while he stared at you intensely, watching every one of your features move and contort in the pure ecstasy he was gifting you. “Did that feel good baby? I can make you feel even better, all you got to do is say yes.”

“Yes, please Seonghwa. Please. Make me feel like that again. I wanna feel good.” You don’t know why your mouth started spilling such filth but you couldn’t care, not when you were so close to feeling a pleasure you have only wondered about in those lewd novels Miss Smith had down the path. She had let you borrow one and it had changed your life forever. Seonghwa got to work, pulling your shirt off above your head and tugging down the rest until it slipped off your ankles in one swoop of his wrists. You were completely bare for him. He could see all the sun-kissed spots. All the scars, and beauty marks. He could see the bruises of a handprint on your collarbone and other smaller ones littering your legs and arms.

Pathetic human. Digusting pig.

Fuck, does he wish that Yeosang and Hongjoong hadn’t kept him alive now. But then again giving him a swift death would have been too merciful. No, Seonghwa would want to keep Lucas in a cell, locked away for weeks. No food, barely any water. Watching him starve. Watch him beg for death. But Seonghwa would never give it to him. Lucas would welter away in the dungeon, cold, scared, and alone. Just as you felt when you were being chased by him. Just as you felt when he had put his hands on you. Seonghwa would make him pay.

“H-Hwa…” You sat on your elbows having seen the vampire's mind wander. Was he okay? Was he second-guessing his actions? Seonghwa was quick to disregard any of your fears as he shed himself off his shirt, before sliding off the bed to pull his pants down. They dropped to the floor with an audible ‘oof’. You didn't mean for your eyes to immediately gaze down at his fully grown erection but its angry red tip had caught your attention. Seonghwa didn’t mind one bit though, he admired your body in the meantime, letting you get a good look at him while he did the same to you. “That can’t fit inside me….”

Seonghwa laughed, physically laughed at your abrupt statement. “Oh don’t worry. It will.” he yanked one of your legs making you gasp. He stood tall at the end of your bed, letting you wrap your legs around his waist. He rubbed the tip of his cock along your slit, gathering up some of your cum to use as lubricant. The whole time his eyes never left yours. He wanted to see the pleasure pooling in your eyes when he entered you inch by inch. And as you bit your bottom lip, you tried your damned hardest to keep your gaze open. “That’s it, baby. Breath…”

The stretch was painful, to say the least. Even though Seonghwa had used his fingers on you, it still wasn’t enough to fully prep you for his girth. He rubbed circles in your hips, trying to settle the pain as much as he could, noticing your fingers had entangled in the silk sheets, with your knuckles turning lightly white.

“Ffuckk, hngmm Seong.” you mumbled, finally feeling him enter you fully, his groin flush against you. He stayed still for a moment, letting you catch your breath but man was it hard. The way you clamped around him, sucked him in for more. It made him want nothing more than to pound the living shit out of you. But patience. He needed patience. And luckily out of all the boys, he owned the most patience.

“Can I move Darling?” His words were a stutter, laying with groans and sighs. You nodded your head before responding with a quick and quiet ‘please’ letting him draw his cock until only the tip was inside you then smashing back in, knocking the wind out of you. You could no longer hold yourself up, falling onto your back. Seonghwa watched as your breasts bounced in time with his thrusts and how your thighs were clamped snugly around him. You felt amazing, looked eternal. And you were finally his.

He dreamed about what your cunt might feel like wrapped around his cock. Or how might your blood taste when you are in the middle of being fucked. Firty thoughts had always seemed to riddle his mind whenever he saw you and now he could finally get the answers. But one thing is for sure. He has no idea how he is possibly going to share you with the others. When he is going to be craving you permanently.

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bullet-clubs-bitch · 3 months

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Christian Cage NSFW alphabet please?

CHRISTIAN CAGE NSFW ALPHABET

I'm so sorry this took me so long to get to, I have been so busy

Warnings: NSFW CONTENT 18+ ONLY

Christian Cage Masterlist Main Masterlist NSFW Alphabet Masterlist

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Believe it or not Christian Cage is a real sweetie

He is such a daddy that he would do anything for you

He would scoop you up in his arms, carrying you to get to get cleaned up

He would hold you close and tell you how much he loves you

The two of you falling asleep in eachothers arms

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs or their partner’s)

Christians favrouite part on you is your thighs

He loves to leave marks on your inner thighs

Loves to have his face buried between them

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Its no secret that Mr Father of the year has a serious breeding kink

He is obsessed with the idea of getting you pregnant

As much as he jokes about it he really does want you to carry his children, the looks he would get, the backage whispers that he got his controversaly young girlfriend pregnent

He loves it

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

It’s no secret that Christian Cage has a thing for younger girls, especially if they are fatherless

He loves to take care of you, praise you, spoil you

He is a total daddy at all times especially during sex

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Christian Cage is VERY experienced

He knows exactly what he is doing

He knows exactly what you want when you want it as if he could read your mind

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

As simple as it sounds Christian loves missionalry

It allows you to be so much more intamate with eachother

Cowgirl; he loves it when you ride him

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

If he really wanted to he could crack a joke but 98% of the time he is 100% serious and focused

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Well trimmed

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Christian Cage is such a romantic

He is very intimate, he loves to praise you

J = Jack Off

Christian doesn’t jack off like he used too

He says if he needs that release he woud rather go to you for it

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Daddy kink

dd/lg

Breeding kink

Overstimulation

Pregnancy kink

Orgasm control/ orgasm denial/ forced orgasm

Spanking

Cock warming

Creampie

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

house/hotel

pool/beach

Literaly anywhere and everywhere

He defo has a thing for water sex

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Christian loves it when you wear little outfits around the house to tease him

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Group sex/ sharing

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He loves to give, more than receiving

He loves to be buried between your thighs making you come undone over and over again

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Depending on his mood that day he can be fast and rough and slow and sensual

He loved to make beautiful love to you but he also loves to destroy you

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Christian is not a fan of quickies, he would rather take his time with you

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Christian loves to experiment

He is a risky man filled with lots of secret tricks

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

The amount of stamina this man has is unheard of

He puts men 2x younger than him to shame

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Christian definitely has a secret collection of toys he loves to use on you

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He is a massive tease, he loves to mess with you

However he hates it when you do it back

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Louder than you would expect

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

“Christian, are you insane! We can’t do it here!” “Why not? Do you feel how hard I am right now? I need you Y/n.” “We are on a beach filled with people!” “Like that’s stopped us before” “Oh my god Christian, look what you did. You have terrified poor Nick! Why would you say that when he is right here” “You know I love you Nick but you are ruining the moment”

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

8 inches

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

So high

Like crazy high

Like everynight high

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Surprisingly Christian Cage is a sleppy man, he will fall asleep before you

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madhatterbri · 6 months

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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.

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plentyoffandoms · 7 days

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Main Masterlist ♡ Christian Cage Masterlist

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: panic attack.

Gifs & photos do not belong to me. 1st gif @lunarwritesthings

Requested by anonymous. Hope you like it.

WC: 512

Jay - Christian Cage

I was talking with Nick when Adam came running up to me. "Jay, she needs you." Was all he needed to say for me to take off behind him.

He had already placed her in a room, away from the other people, backstage, but he knew it was time for me to take over. He closed the door behind him.

I called out her name for her to focus on me, but her eyes stayed on the ground.

I knelt down in front of her, letting her know what I was doing. I didn't need to startle her.

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"Hey, baby girl. Focus on me, okay?" I cupped her face with my hands, waiting for her eyes to focus on my face, but she never did. She was staring off to the right.

Okay, this is going to take a bit more than her, just focusing on my face and voice.

"Okay, baby." I said softly. "What are three things you see?"

It took her a bit to answer, but the moment I heard her say, "Door, gymbag, bottle." I knew we could get through this together.

"Good, baby girl, good. Now, what three sounds do you hear?"

"Your voice. Adam's voice." He was talking loudly in the hallway, but that is okay. "Music." Even I had to focus on hearing the music, but there was some there.

"Now, move three body parts for me." I let go of her chin as she moved her head side to side. She held up her arms over her head and moved her fingers in front of my face.

"Take some deep breaths for me. You know how we finish this off."

I did it with her.

We both breathed in deeply for five seconds, held the breath for five seconds, and breathed out for five seconds.

We did that until I she hugged me. Muttering how sorry she was. I stood up at this point, with her arms still wrapped around my neck, and I took her spot and sat her in my lap.

"You have no need to ever be sorry, my love. You help me when I am in need, and I you. Now, what do you need now?" Sometimes she wants food, a nap, a cuddle.

"Just hold me a bit longer until you have to go out there."

"Of course, baby. Whatever you need."

I didn't leave her until Adam opened the door, letting me know that I about half an hour until it was show time.

He found the two of us sleeping. With her in my lap, and my arms wrapped her, holding her to chest.

He took a photo and then woke us up.

"You go and get ready. I'll take her to get something to eat."

"Okay, baby. I gotta go. Buy whatever you want. It's on me." I kissed her until Adam cleared his throat, reminding us that he was still there.

But I just kissed her a bit longer, ignoring my oldest friend as he talked over us. Her and I smiled into the kiss.

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windhamsrotunda · 1 year

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Pacify Her - C.C

Pairing: Christian Cage x Female! Reader

Synopsis: Christian Cage is always wearing that damn turtle neck when you are out and about with him, but soon, it gets too out of hand and you bravely (try) to confront him about how you feel about it.

Rating: Mature (18+)

Warnings: dilf!christian, age gap (the reader is in her late 20’s), smut: fingering in a public place (in the back of the library), the reader and Christian almost get caught, kinda edited.

Word Count: 1,282 (ficlet, I guess?)

Every time you see your older significant other, Christian, he’s either wearing a black or light brown turtle neck that hugs onto his body. He probably does all of this on purpose, because in the back of his mind, he knows it turns you on. Along with that five hundred dollar watch wrapped around his wrist, oh my god don’t forget about those dress pants. He shows them off so damn well because he knows that he’s got the dilf vibe in him. He makes you weak in your knees as no other man could, he’ll manhandle you while he’s wearing his signature turtle neck just to make sure his baby girl knows who owns her.

Your books plopped down hard onto the library floors, bending over to gather them up in the palms of your hands, a ‘’ahem’’ erupted through the silent library. Christian fucking Cage himself in the living flesh.

‘’You know you shouldn’t be bending over that far down without asking for help first?’’ He asked, ‘’Especially with that tight skirt of yours showing off your skin to random people around you. Here, let me be a gentleman and help you with your books, they must be so heavy for you, little one.’’

A slight smirk of amusement flashed upon his plump lips, he bent down at breathtaking eye level gently so caringly taking the books out of your hands.

‘’Thank you, Christian.’’

Your cheeks were burnt pink as soon as you noticed what he was dressed in, leaving you standing there by yourself for a second. You watched him set the books you dropped down on one of the empty spare tables five feet away from you, he probably sensed you staring at him all hot and bothered so you snapped out of your trance, awkwardly walking over to him.

‘’I bet those books weren’t heavy for you now, were they?’’ You bravely challenged, biting your puffed out bottom lip.

Christian turned to face you, his eyebrows knitted.

‘’No.’’ a sharp exhale of breath, more of a frustrated breath escalated out of the older man. ‘’But if you keep on teasing me the way you are, you’ll have to find out for yourself on how heavy I can have you panting like a whore for me right now if it wasn’t for us being in a public library.’’

His cold stoned breath was trickling down the back of your neck.

‘’You bending down to grab those books the way you did, did you think I wouldn’t have seen you when you have gotten the chance to fix your pretty little skirt?’’

You closed your eyes temporarily, feeling the heat pool in between your legs which made you clench them closed as you listened in on his words carving in the back of your fuzzy mind.

‘’Answer me when I'm talking to you,’’

‘’I-I’m sorry, sir. I won’t let it happen again.’’ choking on your own words, you heard him curse under his breath quietly in response.

‘’Tell me bunny, what do you want to do? Do you want to wait for me to take you home and fuck you like the woman you ought to be, or you just can’t wait any longer and you want me to fuck you in the back of this library, right here, right now? Your choice, choose wisely.’’ he seductively whispered.

‘’I want you right here and right now. I don’t care if we get caught,’’ you answered with a hint of arousal in your voice, not overthinking about the options he gave you.

‘’Good. Because I can’t wait any longer either. Follow me.’’

Christian took your smaller hand in his much larger hand, he glanced around every corner of the library there was just to make sure there weren’t any librarians nearby in sight. Dragging you to the back of the library with no suspicion from other people of what might occur between you and him, the sooner you knew it, you were pinned against the wall with hands above your head as he drew the air out of your lungs with one deep passionate kiss. Consuming the sugary taste that fell off of his lips, he let out a hot moan.

‘’Fuck you in this turtle neck of mine? Is that what you were wanting all this time? Because I know damn well that’s what most of your fantasies are about.’’ a dark chuckle tickled at your skin, ‘’don’t be shy, use your words. I want to hear you.’’

‘’Y-yes sir,’’ you managed to utter out between the kisses, ‘’fuck me in that turtle neck of yours, please.’’

‘’With pleasure. Use my fingers on you first or fill you up?’’

That cocky bastard.

‘’Just fuck me.’’ you plead, your voice growing louder and more desperate.

‘’Guess you want me to use my fingers, yeah?’’

Christian let his grasp go of your wrists, he watched in pleasure of you favoring your wrists, then yanking your skirt off alongside your underwear. A smile played upon his lips admiring your already wet core, how fucking hot and bothered you were for him was so ridiculous. Even if he wasn’t in that goddamn turtle neck, it didn’t matter how he was dressed, but something about his turtle neck had you feral for him.

Curiously darting his finger across your slick folds, despite the fact of him barely touching you, you writhed under his sudden touch. His thick finger disappeared inside of you, slowly pumping it in and out, in and out until you were grasping onto nothing. Attempting to hold yourself up before your knees gave out, you were in fact panting like a whore as he promised earlier. Picking the pace up of his finger, he inserted another one without a single warning, his blue eyes piercing into yours as his face dramatically fell into the crook of your neck.

‘’My god, bunny. You are so soaked for me. Bet you weren’t this wet for your last boyfriend, huh?’’ Christian mumbled, slowing the pace down of his fingers, then gradually picking up the speed again driving you crazy.

‘’Oh, oh fuck, Christian!’’ You cried out, ‘’I’m about to—-’’

Suddenly when you were on the verge of reaching your high coming undone all over your fingers, he came to a dead stop.

‘’Shh! I just heard someone walk by. Fuck, fuck.’’ Slipping his two fingers out of you, he slightly slapped you on the thigh gesturing for you to get dressed.

‘’W—What?’’ You questioned him dumbfounded, pulling back on your underwear and skirt.

‘’We can’t, Y/N. Not when we’re about to get caught,’’ Christian sighed, ‘’Guess I was pushing my luck here with the thought of us not getting caught. God fucking damn it.’’

‘’I mean, we can always wait until we get home, right?’’

‘’Yeah, it wouldn’t hurt anything,’’

Pulling you into another steamy kiss, but this time quick, his hand found yours again and intertwined his fingers into yours.

‘’I am so lucky to have you as mine. Next time when I wear my turtle neck around you, guaranteed we will finish off what we started.’’

Likes, Reblogs, and Feedback are appreciated! - Shar?

A/N: I wrote this at 12 a.m. and didn’t finish this until 1:50 a.m. yup lol

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midwestmade29 · 5 months

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Ice Skating ⛸️

Christmas writing prompt: #3 Word count: 777 Divider by: @benkeibear Be sure to check out @madhatterbri's [full list] of Christmas/New Year writing prompts!

Ok, there’s a couple mentions of you, Christian and a hot bath…but I promise I was on my best behavior and kept this story 100% fluff!

Christian helps you get the hang of being on skates for the first time…

“Refresh my memory, but did you say you’ve never done this before?” Christian asked as he pulled into a parking spot at the outdoor skating rink. “No, I haven’t. Not even once.” You confessed, feeling a little embarrassed. Your whole life you’ve lived in a cold weather state where ice skating was a common winter activity, but you never gave it a try. Of course, the one time you decide to attempt something new like this, it’s with a man who was practically born on skates and views gliding around on the ice as a basic skill like riding a bike! “It’s really not that hard. I promise I’ll help you.” He reassured. “I can already feel my back starting to hurt. Are you sure there aren’t other things to do around here? There has to be something we can do that has a smaller chance of me breaking a bone!” You begged, trying to get out of it. Christian looked at you with the cutest puppy dog eyes you had ever seen before, almost making you change your mind. “Come on Y/N! Don’t be nervous! How often do we have free time while we’re on the road? I haven’t been skating in forever, it will feel good to be on the ice again. If you do end up falling, I promise to run you a hot bath later to soothe your aches and pains. I might even join you…”

You found yourself at the skate rental counter after Christian convinced you to get out of the car when he elaborated more about the hot bath he promised you later. He handed you your skates and chuckled when you stared at them uncertainly. “Come sit and I’ll help tighten the laces for you.” It took him no time at all to make sure your skates were well adjusted and fit properly. Once his skates were on as well, he helped you stand and walk over to the entrance of the rink before stepping onto the ice. “I won’t let you go unless you tell me to.” Christian pledged while reaching his hand out to you. He guided you onto the ice, steadying you while holding onto your arms and grinning at your shaky legs. “No laughing!” you warned before smiling too. “I would never!”

Around your 4th lap around the rink, you really felt like you were getting the hang of things! Christian even released your arms and laced his fingers with yours once he knew you were okay. Christmas music played through the speakers around the rink, strings of lights were hung everywhere for the perfect ambiance, and if the aura around the rink couldn’t get any more perfect, fluffy white snowflakes began falling too. It really felt like you were in a winter wonderland! “You’re doing great baby! Thanks for giving this a chance, it means a lot to me.” Christian expressed. Before you could respond, a skater zoomed right past you, making you wobble. Christian pulled you into his arms before you had the chance to fall, and his chest felt good against your frozen nose as you nuzzled in closer to him. Unfortunately, your embrace was short lived when the next skater went by just as fast. Christian began to teeter before eventually losing his balance. He tried to stabilize himself by grabbing onto your arm, but he pulled too hard and the two of you fell like a ton of bricks.

Christian broke your fall when you landed right on top of him and he groaned as the cold and damp ice started soaking into his pants. “Oh my gosh Christian! Are you okay?!” you asked, full of concern. “I’d be a lot better if you’d get your knee off my pelvis.” He quipped. You apologized repeatedly as you peeled yourself off him and offered a hand to help him up. Once the ice shavings were brushed off his clothes, you couldn’t help but to start giggling. “What’s so funny?” he asked. “You know, I was for certain that I’d be the one falling down tonight, but that wasn’t the case. Technically I wasn’t the one that fell. You drug me down with you!” you teased as Christian scowled at you. You placed his arm around your shoulders as you made your way off the ice and over to the counter to return your skates. As Christian slid into the driver’s seat, he hissed at the soreness that was already settling in. You reached over and took his hand in yours before murmuring, “Come on my little figure skater. Let’s get you back to the hotel and into that hot bath...”

My how the tables turned...😂

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Entitled To You (3.6K words)

Norstaptri x Reader

Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Summary: An incident with Lance sends the boys into a frenzy. She just wants to do what she loves.

Warnings: Explicit depictions of r@pe, injury descriptions, panic attacks, Oscar plots a murder, Lando throws hands, Car crashes, Author doesn't know legal stuff, Head trauma and blood.

Notes: This one is a request from @Lily234566 I know this wasn't the original pairing but I was struggling to fit the Ferrari boys in there so I had to scale it back... I'm sorry and I hope you still like it! T_T

Side Note: Sorry to the Lance girlies reading this. AND obligatory message of I don't know these people and this is purely FICTION! HEAD THE TAGS! DONT LIKE THEN DONT READ!

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“Max!” She peeks her head into his driver's room. The bright beaming smile she receives in return after their 1-2 nearly kills her. “They want me for a media thing, apparently.” HIs smile drops into a pout. The sad puppy eyes might convince her to stay.

“Again? Don’t they know we have plans!

“No, and why would they care anyway?” She looks him up and down and whines because he’s standing in front of her with no shirt on. “Just - I’ll meet you guys back at the room. It’s something to do with being a female in F1… again.”

“I’m starting to think they have nothing else to talk about.”

She shrugs as she walks out of the hospitality, waving to Christian on her way by. The goal is to get past the Mclaren garage without seeing Lando because otherwise she is not going to the interview. His pout is worse (better?) than Max’s.

To her pleasant surprise, Laura is the one conducting the interview. “I’m sorry about this being last minute! They said they wanted you to do it with someone else next week and I offered to do it now.”

The interview passes with ease and thankfully doesn’t take long at all. The banter in-between is also entertaining.

She’s exhausted when they finish. Ready to go back to the hotel and fall into bed with her boys. Hopefully They’ve ordered food - and dessert.

The paddock is nearly empty as she makes her way through. Maybe, had she been paying more attention and not focussed on her aching body, she would’ve caught on to the footsteps behind her.

They are heavy, she assumes possibly a mechanic still packing up to continue on their way to the next circuit. That’s what she still thinks when the hand on her bicep yanks her around the corner.

If she weren’t as exhausted, then fighting would’ve been a possibility. However, that seems out of the cards as he pins her against the nearest wall. Her forehead hitting the surface hard enough to make her dizzy.

“Not so confident now, huh?”

The fuck- “Lance? What are you?-” He slams her head again and cages her body against his own. She flails, only to be slammed again. “Would you stop doing that please?”

“Not after that stupid stunt you pulled today on track.”

“You mean the one where you showed you don’t know what brakes are?-” Again, her head is sent into the hard surface. She can feel her nose starting to bleed. “Must you?!” She decided to shut up when he does it again and everything starts to go fuzzy.

His fingers dip beneath the waistband of her fireproofs. The cold evening air hits her bare skin and she panics more than before. Her head is too cloudy to fully comprehend what’s happening.

“I feel like I'm entitled to a bit of compensation after that stunt.”

“You’re entitled to nothing. You took yourself out!” She hisses through gritted teeth. Still, Lance continues to get her clothes lower. And slams her head again harder - you know - because she wasn’t disoriented enough already.

“Would you shut up?” She doesn’t say anything this time. Her mouth feels numb and her ears are ringing. Her exposed lower half is met with the bare hands of someone she doesn't want touching her.

It's - well - it hurts. He's groping at her thighs, ass, even her tits which she isn't sure how he's managing. His hands are everywhere they shouldn't be.

And then nothing.

A vague awareness of what's happening seeps through her veins and invades her senses. She tries to scream. Attempts despite the sheer pain of the snap of hips she didn't ask for.

His finger beat her to it. A hand encloses around her throat and cuts off her oxygen. The black spots dance around her vision. She wants them to stop moving; they are making her dizzy. Or was she already dizzy?

“See, it's not so bad. Don't you feel less guilty for ruining my race now?” No, she doesn't. She wasn't guilty before.

She blacks out.

~~~♡~~~

Waking up with sore limbs and a killer headache is not how she pictured this night going. She tries to yell for help, but a mere creaky rasp escapes.

When did she lose her voice? The thought makes her panic more. The sob she lets out hurts more than there is sound.

Her face and hair is sticky. At least Lance had done her the courtesy of not finishing inside of her.

Still - what the fuck even happened? The fragmented memory is trying to come back to her slowly. Each small piece remembered is another broken cry.

She can't move.

It's dark again.

~~~♡~~~

The anxiety between the three boys is certainly not something they are used to. Oscar can pinpoint the exact moment Lando started overthinking and Max had to bear hug him so he didn't pace a hole into the cement of the parking lot.

The fourth seat in their car remains empty and their messages have gone unanswered. It's getting more concerning with each passing minute.

“Max, she always responds.”

“I know Lando.”

“She always calls if she's going to be longer.”

“Lando?”

“Yes?”

“Would you feel better if we went and looked around for her?”

The Brit nods his head in a fashion that might give him whiplash. It's better seeing him feel helpful then sit helplessly. Though Oscar can't help but agree with Max's original point. that they should wait there at the car just in case since that's where they were supposed to meet.

Granted, it's only been twenty minutes. It's still long enough to be murdered.

They Methodically peer around corners and wave at the mechanics who give them skeptical looks. They were supposed to be out for post race celebrations by now.

Oscar freezes when he sees it. The human shaped lump lying on the ground. He rushes over with long strides. The closer he gets, the more familiar the person on the ground becomes.

“Max! Lando! I found her!” The other two boys come sprinting in his direction. He's on the ground trying to clear her hair from her face only for it to get stuck in the sticky substance coating her features.

“What the fuck?”

Her fireproofs are still on, but it's obvious what happened. The handprints on her neck, the blood trickling down the sides of her face. “We need to bring her to a hospital.”

Max hoists her up in his arms. Mainly because Lando is on the brink of tears and struggling to breathe through his panic. He loves deeply and with his heart on his sleeve. Oscar just hopes he can keep the Brit calm until they find more help.

“Can we at least clean her up?” Lando pleads with him. Big Hazel eyes brimming with tears.

It's always a struggle to tell him no. “We can't, not if it can help us figure out who did it.” The tears start right after that.

“So that’s what happened then? Someone really-” Oscar has to maneuver the puddle of tears that is his boyfriend into the passenger seat of their rental car. Max tosses him the keys, opting to be with her in the back and keep her comfortable.

The tricky drive to emergency is more because Oscar is too far in his own thoughts to pay attention to the traffic lights. He can hear Max moving her around, attempting to put pressure where blood still flows freely.

Oscar doesn’t bother with parking. He pulls off into some empty area and helps Max shoulder her weight inside the doors while Lando runs ahead to find help.

It’s fast after that. They take her away and start patching her up while the three of them are forced to sit in the waiting room. Oscar and Lando are left to their own devices while Max paces about on the phone with Christian.

He feels like a knife is being driven through his chest each time his mind tries to come up with what could’ve happened. Who would do something like this? Unfortunately, a lot of people. The question is more of who could’ve done it and gotten away. Someone with access to the paddock this late. Security, perhaps? Maybe even a sleazy mechanic? A driver wouldn’t make any sense… right?

“When will they let us see her?”

“When she wakes up, most likely.”

He’s not sure when he falls asleep. The exhaustion finally hit him like a truck despite his persistence. He’s awoken by Max’s constant shaking and aggressive whispering of his name.

“-She’s asking for us.”

He’s up faster than Lando when Jon threatens an ice bath. They follow the nurse down the halls with an uneasy anticipation. They creep inside the sterile room and find her staring at the wall.

Lando doesn’t hesitate to move further into the room. Always having been more in touch with his emotions then the other two boys. “Hey love, can I come closer?”

She looks at him. The bandages plastered over the sides of her head and around her face now visible to them. She returns Lando’s gaze with glassy eyes. It’s damn near shocking when she tries to pull things off her body in a desperate attempt to reach for Lando.

Lando gets to her before she can get everything off, specifically the IV, and catch her arms. Oscar and Max finally pull themselves together and manage to get her to lay back down with some coaxing.

She’s shaking violently. Her grip on Lando’s arm is sure to leave bruises. “Who - who f-found me?”

“We did, schat. We got worried when you didn’t respond.” Max drags the two chairs in the room closer and pulls Oscar down into one. Lando, against all odds, manages to wriggle his way into bed with her.

“I know who it was. I - well - does anyone else know?”

“Just Christian and us.” Oscar can feel the fight Max is putting up to not ask her more questions. The way he’s grounding himself with a hand on Oscars knee instead.

“You don’t have to tell us.” He attempts to reassure. Maybe calm her mind by giving her an option. “Just know we’re here, alright?”

“I don’t want it to be a big story. It’s already going to be since I can’t be in the car for the next four weeks. Oh fuck - everyone is gonna know-” Lando hushes her; gets her to somehow hold him tighter.

“Christian said it’s up to you, whatever happens.” Max nods at her encouragingly. “We go at your pace.”

“They did a rape kit. They’ll know who it is. It was all over so it couldn’t have been hard to get DNA - oh fuck”

Her heart rate picks up. The nurses rush in. They send her back to sleep.

~~~♡~~~

Max wants to know who it was who touched her. The rage simmering underneath her skin is almost too much to keep contained.

On the more fortunate side, they were allowed to stay since she wouldn’t let go of Lando. Then when he did have to get up, they rotated.

The doctors and nurses learned to approach her like she’s a scared animal. The heavy footsteps seem to set her off and there is now a sticky note on the door saying to tiptoe when entering. It’s endearing to see her doctors and nurses trying so hard not to startle her. But seeing as they’ve now had several incidents where she’s panicked, they are taking more caution.

Oscar and Lando have meandered away in search of food. Max opted to stay put and made the promise to bring him back cheat foods. He’s too stressed to not eat something of comfort.

Her physio is supposed to come by today with the stuff she left at the track and get an update from the doctors themselves instead of Max’s botched attempts at repeating back. It will also be nice to see her comfortable, as the one blanket that travels with her everywhere will also be dropped off.

“Max?” He tightens his hold to show he’s listening. “It’s not fair… You, Lando, and Oscar make a mistake on track and nobody does that to you. I - It wasn’t my fault.”

The thing is, Max is smarter than people give him credit for. The only incident on track was with Lance. An incident that was his own fault. “He’s at fault, not you. None of this is your fault.”

“They are going to say I was asking for it or something.”

“In those fireproofs? The only ones asking for it are me and Oscar… for obvious reasons.” He chuckles proudly at his little self compliment.

It also manages to get her to crack something of a half smile. “Are you complimenting your own ass?”

“And what if I am?”

She doesn’t eat anything despite it being sat in front of her. Soft foods are the only thing she’ll be eating. Her throat, albeit not as bad as it could've been (thank you F1), is still damaged and needs to rest as much as possible.

They had to keep her for observation due to where the head wounds had been. It’s been a rough thirty-six hours, but they are managing.

Despite the hectic situation, Max has come to learn that the female lying in the hospital bed is a better person then the rest of them. Oscar was detailing a full proof murder plan while she was telling him not to make it a bigger deal then it is. To which Oscar politely put his ten step plan with four contingencies down and told her that it’s ‘what he had coming to him’.

Max has not had to stop someone from assassinating a rival before, but Oscar seems like a reasonable guy. “Death is too good for him.”

“Mm, you’re right, I’ll just make sure he doesn’t die then and can’t see my face.”

“Or, we make his life a series of inconveniences! I feel like daddy’s money could get him good therapy. It can’t solve every minor problem.” Lando has a gleam in his eyes.

Him and Oscar start pouring over ideas once more. The girl simply shakes her head and goes back to eyeing her pudding like it’s assaulted her. “I don’t want to leave here, Max.”

“Why not? I’d assume you want to go home? Sleep in a comfortable bed?”

“Out there, they can get to us. Here is safe.”

He considers how to reassure her. Only, there is nothing he can think of. The truth is that outside of this hospital room, there is no guarantee they won’t run into trouble.

“I can’t promise that we'll never have something bad happen again. But-” He looks to the McLaren duo brainstorming ways to make the Aston Martin garage regret existing. “We’ll be there for each other. We’re here for you. When you want us and when you need us, yes?”

“Pinky swear?” She extends her pink to him.

Max accepts and curls his pinks around hers. “Pinky swear.”

~~~♡~~~

It’s not fair really, that they had to leave to go do things. Lando would prefer he at least stayed with her so she isn’t alone. Alas, they are preparing for her discharge and he had to run around getting things together for their trip back to Monaco.

He comes back to a partially opened door and smiles at the other two boys being able to get back before him. Then again, as he gets closer he can hear the angry tone. One that Max uses when he’s pissed off about something.

Lando panics and rushes inside. Only to be met with the sight of the last person he wants around right now.

Now - he wouldn’t say he’s prone to violence. Lando prefers to keep the peace when it comes to conflict unless he’s trying to piss someone off on purpose to get a reaction. This is not one of those times.

Lando’s knuckles collide with the Canadian’s jaw faster than he can fully become aware of what he’s doing. Lance stumbles backward and holds his jaw, glaring at Lando like he’s the one in the wrong here.

“Get out!”

“We were just talking-”

“I said. Get. Out.” He’s seething. The thudding in his chest becoming louder with each second Lance remains in this room.

He’s not prone to violence.

Really, he’s not.

Yet the second crack of knuckles into Lance's chin gives him some sick satisfaction. Isn’t there something about equilibrium? Can he pin this on restoring the balance or something? Regardless, he isn’t going to dent the fact that it feels good.

The nurses come running and start asking questions. Max and Oscar have to drag Lando away kicking and screaming.

Worse is when they try to tell him that there are pictures out on social media. Christian has been calling Max non-stop. Oscar has been dealing with Zak. Their relationship isn’t a secret and neither is their current location.

“They're sending us a different car to see if we can’t get out discreetly.”

“What happened with Lance, Lan? Are you alright?”

Everyone is panting. Their eyes trained on the door. “I punched him. I restored the equal-brey-um… thing.”

“Equilibrium.”

“Yeah that!”

He’s not sure how they get on the plane. He’s still amped up about the whole punching thing and running purely off adrenaline.

They’ve been sitting in silence, mulling over their options. Creating statements they can put out. It’s hectic and they keep trashing them because nothing fits.

The female has been apathetic. The last thing she wanted was for this to get out and now it has. Seemingly everything is flashing before her eyes. Her career will be gone soon enough, so what’s even the point?

“Don’t post anything. We don’t have an obligation to confirm or deny the rumors. If anything, we can say that you were just driving me to the hospital and being good friends or whatever.” She won’t look at them. Still - Lando can hear how upset she is, the waiver in her voice. “I’m going to be kicked out anyway.”

“Christian said-”

“Damn what Christian said! He knows this isn’t going to get any better and if I say who it was then Daddy’s Money is just going to pay his way through.” She's hyperventilating now. Her body collapses against her seat and Oscar makes an effort to get her to lean against him. “It’s not fair!”

lando Can’t help but share her feelings.

~~~♡~~~

She stays holed up in the Redbull garage the next weekend. The appearance is hard, people want to ask her questions. Her boys had been caught in the middle of the riptide and haven’t come back to shore yet.

At least she’s here. She’s trying her hardest to look stronger than she is. On the inside things are falling apart.

The team knows to give her space and not ask about the ordeal. She takes refuge in Max’s room when things are too much and the other drivers keep their distance.

They know it was one of them. She’d been adamant on not saying who it was, but it’s obvious there are sixteen who it could have been, given her partners insistence that none of them go near her garage for the time being.

She just wants this whole thing to blow over. She wants to lay in bed with her lovers and not flinch when they go to touch her.

She knows, however, that until she deals with things that healing can’t happen like it should. Or at least, that’s what her therapist says. The one she is now required to see.

Things get worse when she’s back in the car. Her media duties are limited so she can focus on driving and ‘listening to her body’ as her physio likes to say.

She can’t hear her body over the sound of her mind going staticy as Lance closes in on her. The catalyst for everything. She panics and ends up in the wall. Not the worst crash ever, but certainly hurts her pride more than it has already.

The thing is, it keeps happening. Even as she’s able to let her boys back in. As her podium finishes start to come back. Her fireproofs (which they’d gotten her all new ones) start to feel comfortable again and she doesn’t feel the need to be out of them the second the race is done. Still, Lance is using this to his advantage.

Finally, after he almost killed her on track (again), she’s had enough.

The trial goes better than she thought it would. Despite the money differences, Lance won’t be able to race anymore. It’s not some grand spectacle either, just an announcement like usual. It’s more the closure she needed versus the publicized drama it could have been.

She wins the next race.

“If I ever see him again, it will be too soon.”

“It’s been over a year now, Lan. I’m getting better.” There is a genuine smile on her face. The car awaits to take them back to the hotel. It was here that it happened. She almost considered not racing because of it.

“Lando got a taste of blood and now he’s feinding for it.” Max has a comforting hand around her waist. A grounding presence.

“I mean, I never threw away my murder plot…”

“You’re a genius Oscar!”

She shakes her head. It’s not like any of this has been easy. It never is. Still - her boys are here and they’ve been so patient.

“There’s her smile.” They all beam at her.

She smiles back.

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