Christian Cage Enthusiast

AND NEW...

I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream. I know you, the gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam.

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

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 Christian, have acknowledged you being single, you find yourself getting the attention you desired from the much older men when you were once with your ex.

Rating: Mature

Warnings: 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 (reader in their late 20’s, Adam and Christian in their 50’s) dry humping / oral (m receiving) cum swallowing, aftercare in the shower with Jay, etc.

Total word count: 3.0k

Author’s note: This is like around a 2-3 year old fanfic I wrote about Adam and Christian that I suddenly found in my Google Docs, I edited it a little bit, no use of y/n. I didn’t read through it all but this is probably a badly written fic, but enjoy I guess.

Other Adam Copeland fic - https://www.tumblr.com/metalcoreegirlie/816263621119213568/older-ac-pairing-adam-copeland-x-female

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 him.

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 Christian Cage, maybe you were desperate to get the right attention from the older men next door.

"Fuck it," a thought erupted through your brain cells as you found yourself wandering next door to Adam and Christian’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, sweetheart, happy birthday!" Christian greeted you with arms enveloped around you.

"Thank you, Christian. 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 he 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’ve heard Adam say from the other room, "Can I get you something to drink?"

"Thank you, Adam, but I think I’m good at the moment." you replied.

Christian grabbed his coffee cup that sat on the coffee table, "So, 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.

"Aww, 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 Christian 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."

Christian 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?"

Christian 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 growing a visible erection in his black skinny jeans.

"I need you." he 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 Christian.” 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 forty 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," Christian 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 fucking squirmy for me to handle by myself."

He held you down gently while Adam removed the remaining material off of your body. He signaled for Christian 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. You could feel yourself on Adam's erection bulging through his pants, earning a low growl from the fifty two year old man.

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

Christian 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 you. Hearing his moans we’re 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,’’ a cry ruptured from your lungs, your moonlit face falling into the nape of his neck.

‘’So needy,’’ Adam t’sked. ‘’Christian, get over here, It’s your turn to take care of her properly.”

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 older neighbors on your birthday. In desperation for something much more than dry humping Adam, you grabbed Christian 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, his aching, veiny length hit against his abdomen. 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 the locks of your hair and pushed you further down on him.

Adam's teeth grazed across his bottom lip watching your spit form on Christian’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, fuck. 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 down your throat.

Pulling away, you swallowed every last drop of him.

“That’s our good girl,” Christian rasped.

Adam and Christian had taken turns with you, the threesome felt like forever, 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 you, he coated your convulsing walls with his release. A groan escalated out of him, bottoming out for a few more seconds before pulling out.

Big, strong arms wrapped around your waist in comfort. You were in another world, your head all fuzzy as you caught your breath.

“Are you okay, baby?”

"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.

Christian exited out of the bathroom.

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

"Thank you, Christian 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 shower curtain forward, you stepped into the big space. Turning the knob of the shower to “luke-warm” temperature, the shower sprayed down on your body.

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, Christian 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 him.

"He's just laying down, honey. You got us completely fucked out. That is why he is probably sleeping by now." he jokingly replied, not minding your questioning 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 the smell of the body wash."

"Don't mind at all, Christian." 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 senses.

Christian’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 cleaned. You turned around to be face to face with your much older neighbor, you rested your chin on his shoulder as the water continuously flowed down on both of your 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 a lot about 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."

A sense of happy tears began to form in the crease of your 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, sweetheart. 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 Christian until the bathroom was filled with nothing but hazy fog from the hot water, he finally 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. You have no clue how much you mean to me and Adam." he reminded, giving a soft smile.

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 Christian 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, which read “11 pm”.

"I believe I should get going," you suggested, slipping your clothes back on and giving Christian 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 message, 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." - Christian Cage

The WWE team of writers is divided into two:

Smackdown Writers: Brian “Road Dogg” James, John Swikata, and their team.

RAW Writers: Jonathan Baekstrom, Ryan Ward, and their team.

However, there is controversy within the WWE over their decision to use AI and ChatGPT in their writing, especially for their PLEs such as WrestleMania. WWE admits and proudly confesses that they are using AI for their storylines.

Especially when they said they want to stick with the PG to PG13 crowd for their target audience, as it's the biggest draw for their episodes. Not only that, AI is free and they might want to let go of some writers because of the budget cuts.

AEW is a bit different in this case. Tony Khan doesn't write, but he does have the seal of approval or disapproval for the plots in AEW:

AEW’s creative setup remains more fluid, operating without a formal writing staff or tiered hierarchy. Tony Khan continues to oversee all creative decisions personally, serving as the central figure who approves every major storyline, match finish, and character arc.

Instead of designating “lead writers,” AEW uses a collective of contributors who assist Tony Khan with ideas, formatting, and presentation. Those involved include Will Washington, Sonjay Dutt, RJ City, Emmy-winning writer Jenn Pepperman, and QT Marshall.

Will Washington mostly writes drama, especially for Black wrestlers, and Sonjay Dutt writes comedy or unusual plots. RJ City is well known to be the brain behind Toni Storm (both of them are working together to create Timeless Toni Storm), QT Marshall writes everything, even for the jobbers, and Jenn Pepperman specifically writes for Mercedes Mone and some female wrestlers.

Additionally, AEW’s veteran coaches and producers, including Dean Malenko, Pat Buck, Jerry Lynn, and Michael Nakazawa, play an active role in developing in-ring stories and mentoring talent on executing segments that fit AEW's broader creative vision.

This collaborative environment allows talent greater freedom in shaping their promos and match layouts, though final calls on major programs and finishes still rest with Tony Khan.

Rocky Romero is one of the most important people in professional wrestling today. He’s the connector of the wrestling world that allows for a lot of the inter-promotional collaborations; he collaborates with other companies and sometimes determines what kind of crossover storylines from those companies. The Forbidden Door is a prime example of how he and the other companies are working together.

After his retirement (at the moment), Bryan Danielson is now working as a commentator, producer, and also a contributor and collaborator for the storylines. His most well-known story was his death at the hands of the Death Riders. It's one of the most controversial storylines, but it wasn't Tony Khan's writing. It was Bryan Danielson and RJ City's story.

Some wrestlers usually after their retirement, work backstage and collaborate with the plots and the characters. After Chuck Taylor retired from wrestling, he is now working as a coach, story collaborator (mostly for Orange Cassidy and The Conglomeration), and producer for the matches.

Brandon Cutler, Colt Cabana, and Jon Cruz are the producers and collaborators for AEW matches. Brandon is mostly working on The Young Bucks' stories, Colt Cabana brought the Costco guy, and Jon Cruz is working with MJF and Angelico.

There are plenty of collaborators and contributors for the storylines in AEW, so it's not solely from Tony Khan. AEW doesn't monopolize stories and plots, which is why there is much diversity and a unique blend of plots and characters.

Full-time wrestlers and managers can also produce and contribute to the storylines; most notably are Darby Allin (he is a stuntman IRL), Chris Jericho, The Young Bucks, Orange Cassidy, Nyla Rose, Dalton Castle, Thekla, Christian Cage, Adam Copeland, MVP, Jeff Jarrett, Ruby Soho, Toni Storm, MJF, Christopher Daniels, Kenny Omega (he is the director of operations), and many more.

The stories and matches can change instantly, even during the match, depending on the situation, and everyone needs to work fast because most of the time they are LIVE. Sometimes, they are testing the water to see whether a group/faction/trio/pairing works. Sometimes they don't. And they are not solely Tony Khan's fault. Maybe they are not compatible in real life, no chemistry, feud IRL, so they have to break them up or move them around, so everyone gets a fair share.

As I already explained before, sometimes the stipulation for a match can change in a second, depending on the Pro Wrestling Commission Board in certain states. When they have already practiced the match and done the dress rehearsal before the episode or event, somehow they need to change because of the action and violence. Once again, the blame is not solely coming from the owner of AEW.

It's a well-oiled machine in AEW, and fans need to remember that there are many people involved in their favorite wrestler, match, plot, etc. It's not strictly Tony Khan who handles things.

There is still work to be done, especially with how young AEW is, and there's room for improvement. The women's division needs to be focused on, too, and maybe add more women to the writing contributors. It's slow progress, and it's going in the right direction, and hopefully, fans will support everyone so the company gets better. Positive reinforcement and constructive criticism are a good thing instead of the usual insult and mockery whenever things don't go as fans expect.

Part one is here

Hope you guys like this! I’m not entirely happy with the ending, maybe I’ll do a part 3 or an epilogue. 

Warnings: Some swearing

Hello this is so fucking stuck in my head!!! Help

This is set in the 90s (Sort of)

TW: Almost smut but nothing really.