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daddyhausen · 7 months

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• kinktober day six : forced orgasms — chuck taylor •

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{ summary } — a simple punishment wasn’t enough, he needed to break you, make sure that you’d never disobey him again

{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact } cnc, fingering, face slapping, ropeplay, restraints, sex toys, multiple orgasms, dacryphilia daddy kink, sub!reader, forced orgasms, degradation, overstimulation, penetrative sex, vaginal sex, rough sex, unprotected sex, squirting, male + female orgasms vaginal creampie, internal cumshots

{ word count } — 1.4k

{ pairing } — fem!reader x chuck taylor

{ genre } — smut

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you could not move, body bound to the bed with thick rope, tautly secured around your wrists

your legs bent at an angle, the rope wrapped around your thigh and shin, securing them in a spread, uncomfortable position

same with the ankles having been tightly bound, secured to the bedframe also

a vibrator positioned at your clit, currently buzzing at high speed

abusing your sensitive pearl as dustin looked over you with a faux concern

“don’t look at me like that” he remarked noticing the swell of tears forming in your eyes, pleading for him to show you mercy

how your cheeks flushed with arousal, a thin sheen of sweat gathered at your hairline

he did not care for your predicament, maybe you should have known better than to flaunt yourself so recklessly in front of the locker room then maybe he might have just spared you

your crime? wearing an outfit that was the slightest bit more scandalous than your usual ensemble

it was simple, enough to catch the eye of even the most nonchalant of men

a tight-fitting mini-skirt, leather of course, the fabric always accentuated your features so well

and a brassiere like halter top, the fabric wrapped around your waist, two large straps that crossed over your breasts with a cutout exposing the underside of the pillowy mounds

leaving very little to the imagination

“daddy…please…” you whimpered, body twitching against the harsh pulses of the vibrator

“what?” he paused, only emphasising his statement to come

“do you think i want to punish you princess? of course i don’t. but you need to learn your lesson”

“l-lesson?” you stammered. you had no idea what the lesson entailed but you sure knew it was one that aggravated him

dustin rolled his eyes, followed by a scoff as he smoothed down his beard, having let it grow out the slightest

“this body…” he gripped your knees in his large palms for emphasis, not even referring to your body as your own.

“it belongs to me. and the sooner you get that through your pretty little head i won’t have to punish you like this”

he poked your forehead between every word in the phrase of “pretty little head” to further instill the significance within your mind

he leaned down, increasing the speed of the vibrator by one- no two pulses.

your head instantly recoiled back into the sheets, a long drawn out moan left your lips, followed by desperate pants as the pleasure coursed through you.

“look at me” he grabbed your chin when he noticed your gaze began to faulter.

“look at me!” he repeated, free hand slowly starting to tease your dripping folds

“i. own. you.”

he kept his wording slow and deliberate.

as if having to explain to someone not of great intellect

he let his fingers dance against your soaked folds, dipping them in and out as he gathered your wetness on his fingertips

“i own this pretty pussy, sweetheart. i’m the only one who can fuck you so good it’ll leave you cock drunk for days. i’m the only one who can make you cum until you’re begging for me to end it-“

his monologue was cut off by a rush of pleasure leaving your belly

your juices coated his fingers, dripping from your void like the waterfalls of niagara

he merely scoffed with a devilish smirk

“that’s it?” he cockily questioned. “that’s all you got?”

his taunts rang true in your ears, that was indeed all you had.

your mind had been absent these past twenty minutes or so, having not even registered the sheer lack of magnitude your orgasm has created for him

“i know you got more than that in you” he added to the vibrators speed, turning it up to the maximum intensity

“daddy no-“

“daddy yes” he cut you off

“don’t be a greedy little whore, share some of that sweetness with daddy”

he dipped his fingers into your void, curling upwards in a sort of come-hither motion, all the while pumping the lanky digits in and out of you

your pussy clenched around his fingers, so desperate to please him

to apologise for your actions earlier in the day

you peered down, watching the way his fingers disappeared inside of you.

“don’t look down. look at me.” he reminded sternly

your gaze met his own again.

he stared intently through you, deep into your soul

his eyebrows knitted together in concentration as if he was trying to examine your thoughts

his mouth only moved to utter an insult or a soft groan due to the sizeable erection pressing up against the inside of his jeans

“i- i’m sorry daddy” you pleaded, desperate and on the verge of another orgasm

“sorry doesn't cut it, princess. you know what you did and you need to pay for it”

you threw your head back again, frustrated at the pleasurable assault on your cunt

it wasn’t the fact that he was ruining you with his fingers, the vibrator included

it was the fact you couldn’t touch him while doing so

you struggled against the ropes

twisting your wrists and tugging at the knots he’s created

“don’t struggle, it’ll only make them tighter” he spoke with an unusual monotone in his voice

his nonchalant demeanor made you feel unnerved

it was so unlike dustin

part of the reason why it turned you on so much

your cunt throbbed with pleasure, a sick squelching sound ringing through both your ears as you grew increasingly wetter with his movements

dustin increased his speed, finger pumping into you at rapid force as you spilled over

he freed his fingers from your void as your walls contracted around air, juices squirting from between your thighs

“oh shit-“ dustin remarked, cleaning his fingers by bringing them to his lips, haphazardly licking them clean

“see? much better this time, princess”

his praise held a mocking undertone to it as he turned off the vibrator

you sighed with relief, your clit far too overstimulated to continue taking any more abuse of that nature

“i still think you’ve got one more in you through”

your eyes winded, wanting him to repeat his sentence just to make sure you were not hearing things

his thumb gingerly drew circles against your clit

your body jolting back, clit too stimulated and sensitive to his touch

“n-no more daddy…please no more” you begged through tears

“oh princess…” he pouted, you thought that he would have had a shred of sympathy for you in that moment

“what good is your punishment if i didn’t force you to cum all over my cock?”

he stood up, unbuckling his belt letting his jeans fall to the floor with a thud

“i gotta fill that pussy up, make sure everyone knows; that you know, i own it”

his cock stood tall and proud against his stomach, tip

leaking pre-cum as you licked your lips in anticipation

he teased your folds, lightly slapping the tip against your overstimulated clit

you winced in pleasure, cunt shuttering at the touch

he gave you no time to catch your breath, even less time to collect your thought as he pushed deep into you

his thrusts violent and quick

in desperate need to get himself off

“god…don’t know how a whore like you has such a perfect little cunt”

he slapped your cheek playfully, fully emtoumbing himself in your warmth

“i’m a lucky man, aren’t i, princess?”

“y-yes daddy”

he pushed down on your knees, that spread of your legs caused your hips to angle up, gaining him further access to your cunt

he slammed into with vicious force, hell bent to retrieve at least one more orgasm from you

your cunt, so overstimulated, fucked beyond what you thought humanly possible, quivered around his size

so needy with your third, and hopefully final orgasm of the night

“f-feels so good daddy…your cock is so b-big!”

“i know” he remarked, his tone as self-absorbed as ever

“c’mon sweetheart i can feel it, why don’t you give daddy another one?”

you whimpered through clenched teeth, fingers gripping at air as you tried desperately to hold on

“fuck fuck fuck!!!” you chanted, feeling your release crashing through you

you screamed with pleasure, body convulsing with your orgasm

he was soon to follow, holding your hips still as he filled you to the brim without warning

cum leaking from beneath your thighs

“i hope you learned your lesson princess”

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im-just-a-mississippi-girl · 24 days

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Pairing: Chuck Taylor x female!reader

Category: Fluff

Word count: 1,487

Summary: A shy and nervous Chucky Taylor asks you on a lunch date.

Warnings: None

A/N: Happy Birthday Chuckie!! 🥳

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Moodboard is not mine. Credit goes to @katries 🩵

First dates. First dates can be fun and sweet or they can be awkward and a total disaster.

When Chuck Taylor asked you out after a few weeks of you living next door, he was nervous and had no clue how you would react, mainly because he’s on the road a lot. Therefore, he didn’t have many opportunities to get to know you better. All he knew was you left for work around 6:30am and returned home at 4:30pm, and you went to the gym for an hour or so on certain days, and on some weekends a few of your friends would come over for a girls night. A simplistic life, a life he sometimes wished he had.

It took encouragement from his best friend Orange Cassidy to fully convince Chuck to give it a shot and ask you out, so here he was on your doorstep, last minute nerves slowly getting the better of him, but before he could chicken out, a ding from his phone grabbed his attention. It was Orange Cassidy, who was watching from the kitchen window because he knew his best friend would need encouragement and support.

Orange Man 🕶️🍊

Knock. You look creepy just standing there.

Chuck shook his head, a little smile forming on his face and a brief chuckle escaped his lips. He’s right. I can do this. Deep breath and knock. Chuck did just that - took a deep breath and knocked on your door before he lost his nerve.

Less than a minute later the front door opened. There you stood in your loungewear consisting of an old oversized t-shirt and sweatpants, your hair was a little messier than when you left this morning and you hardly had any makeup on. You weren’t a huge makeup wearer, you liked just enough to accentuate your natural beauty.

Chuck stood there stunned. He had seen you all dressed in your work clothes or gym clothes, but he hadn’t seen you like this before. To him, you looked breathtaking. Get it together! Speak! Chuck quickly blinked away the cobwebs in his brain. “I… um… I was wondering if you would maybe… want to go out sometime?” Chuck hated he was stumbling over his words but that’s what happened he spoke to a gorgeous woman. Chuck watched her open her mouth to speak.

You were aware of who Chuck Taylor was. Truth be told, you were a fan of his, so to hear him clumsily ask you on a date was absolutely insane to you. Out of all the women he could ask out, he chose you. You took a moment to calm your mind. “I would love to.” You softly spoke feeling the heat rising in your cheeks.

“How does lunch on Saturday sound?” Chuck quickly crossed his fingers in hopes you were free because if not, it would a few months before he would have free time like this again.

Usually, you’d make the guy sweat by saying you would have to check your schedule, but with Chuck, you just couldn’t do that. You could see he was already stressing out as it was plus you already knew you were available then. “It’s a date.”

The remainder of the week was slow and boring. All you could think about was your lunch date with Chuck. You really wanted things to go well, especially since he was so sweet. You remembered when one particularly windy day a few days ago, the wind knocked your trash can over at the end of the driveway, trash strewn across your front yard. You had been at work and didn’t know about trash filled yard until you pulled into your driveway where Chuck was in your yard picking up the trash. You thanked him and he brushed it off with a ‘What are neighbors for?’

Finally, Saturday arrived. You got up earlier than usual, made a small breakfast then dug through your clothes for a nice outfit. You didn’t think to ask what he had planned for lunch. Would he take you on a picnic? To a cafe? To a restaurant? Would there be any kind of activity that a dress wouldn’t work with? Part of you felt like you were over reacting and that he would have told you if you needed to dress in a particular outfit, but then again he was nervous and could have forgotten.

When Saturday rolled around, Chuck was a nervous wreck. Thankfully, Orange Cassidy was there to help him calm down and prepare for the date. With everything prepped and ready to go, all Chuck had to do was get dressed.

One he was satisfied with his clothes, a nice pale blue shirt and a pair of jeans, and got the Orange Cassidy thumbs up of approval, he was out the door and on the short walk to your house. He hoped you ready and his arrival wouldn’t rush you.

Meanwhile, you had finally settled on a pretty, flowy lavender dress that came down to your knees. You did your makeup like always but added just a little bit more eyeshadow. Your eyes were your favorite feature and wanted to make them pop just a bit more.

A knock at the door pulled your attention away from your thoughts about what this date might hold. You quickly made your way to the door and peeked out the nearby window to see Chuck all dressed up. You stepped back and took a deep breath before opening the door.

“Hi.”

Your soft voice brought Chuck back to the present. He looked up at you and he had to pause to collect himself. “Wow.” He breathed out, absolutely stunned. He thought you looked breathtaking.

With his brain short-circuiting, you take the time to really examine him. The blue shirt made his eyes stand out, his hair still had that shagginess to it but styled just enough to give it a more dressed up feel.

Once Chuck finally got his brain back on track, he remembered the baked goods in his hands behind his back. “Oh! And I brought you these brownies. I’m not much of a baker but I think they turned out okay.” Chuck didn’t want to do the traditional, cliché flowers, he wanted to be unique.

“You made me brownies!” You beamed. You loved brownies along with cookies, cakes, pies, cupcakes. Desserts are your weakness. “This is so nice. I typically get boring flowers but baked goods are always welcome. Thank you Chuck.” You accepted the brownies and placed them on the small table by the door. You grabbed your purse hanging on the hook above the table before turning back to Chuck. “I’m ready if you are.”

Chuck couldn’t stop smiling. He was thrilled you loved the brownies, even if they might end up tasting disgusting. “Let’s go.” He held his arm out for you, a big smile on his face. Things were going great and he hoped they would stay that way.

Once the two of you were in Chuck’s car, a ding came from his phone. He apologized for the brief interruption to which you shook your head insisting it was okay. He quickly looked at the text.

Orange Man 🕶️🍊

You’re doing great. Have fun!

Chuck glanced up and sure enough there was his best friend, watching out the living room window with a thumbs up. He shook his head with a grin while starting the car.

The ride consisted of talks about random favorite things likes animals, movies, shows, books, music, etc.

When the car came to a stop in the small parking lot, you finally noticed that Chuck had taken you to a little cafe that had pretty much everything from coffee and tea to sandwiches and pastries.

Entering the cafe, you noticed the decor was simple yet fun. “This is a cute place.” Your compliment made Chuck relax; he was worried you wouldn’t like a cafe date.

After ordering and picking a table by the window, you decided to ask him about life on the road and what got him into wrestling. You watched as his eyes lit up. The conversation flowed smoothly and ended up transitioning into swapping embarrassing stories. Some of his stories seemed too outrageous to be true but you didn’t mind.

As Chuck listened to you tell a story about how you and your friends pranked one of your friend’s brothers, he got this fuzzy feeling that he had only heard about in books and movies. Guess it is real after all. He just hoped you were feeling the same way.

The butterflies in your stomach were nonstop from the moment you two began learning about each other. Turns out this feeling in the books and movies was real. You could really see yourself being with Chuck Taylor. Most importantly, being happy and loved. You just hoped he was feeling the same way.

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bullet-clubs-bitch · 2 months

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moxleys-whore · 8 months

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chuck taylor x fem! reader where reader is trent berettas sister and he falls head over heels for her?

Best friends sister

I read this request and screamed thank you<3 I love chuck sm

It was wrong. Trent was his best friend. Yet here Chuck was, watching as his best friends sister laughed with Kris. He was completely enamored with her, everything about her. Her smile made his knees give out, and when she hugged him, he was certain he had died and gone to whatever heaven there was. Chuck was completely and utterly in love. He would have made his move already, if not for the fact that the girl he so helplessly loved, was the sister of his best friend.

A punch to the shoulder knocks Chuck out of his thoughts.

"If you keep staring it'll be obvious that you like her", Orange was the only one who knew, well only one Chuck had told, of his crush.

"I can't help it man, she's just.. everything. She's everything to me and I don't know what to do anymore." Cassidy gave his friend a look before speaking up.

"She feels the same about you. Told me so a couple months ago. Just go talk to Trent and get it over with."

"Talk to me about what?" Shit. Shit. Chuck could feel his face heating up and he tried to find the words to explain everything. Everytime he opened his mouth, nothing came out. Fear consumed him. What if Trent told Chuck he wasn't good enough for his sister? What if he got upset? Doubt and his insecurities filled his mind. Cassidy saw this and decided to speak for the Kentucky Gentleman.

"Chuck likes your sister. Well, he's actually in love with her." Chuck would swear he felt his stomach lurch out of his body. He turned to Trent, ready to apologize before Trent spoke, "Oh yeah I know. She feels the same you know?"

"I'm sorry man, she's just everything I've ever wanted in a girl and she's real pretty. She's got a great sense of humor and I... hold on what? You know? She.. she feels the same?"

"Yeah dude, she's been in love with you for years, like ever since we met. It's obvious you love her too, I've known that since I introduced the two of you. I'll admit, I was pissed at first, but I see how she is with you, she really loves you. But if you hurt her, you'll end up on the list with Brandon."

"Holy fuck... I have to tell her." Chuck rushed out of his seat, almost tripping on his own feet as he raced over to where you and Kris stood.

"Hey Y/N, could I talk to you?"

"Yeah sure what's up?"

"In private actually."

You said your goodbyes to Kris before walking with Chuck to your locker room. Turning to look at Chuck with a questioning look before he speaks up.

"I'm in love with you. I think I have been ever since Trent introduced us. You're perfect to me and honestly I'm not sure how much longer I can go without being able to hold you and call you mine but also if you don't feel the same that's okay. I just really love you and-", his words are cut off when you kiss him. It takes him a moment to understand what's happening but soon after he's grabbing your hips and pulling you closer, returning the kiss with fevor.

You pull away first, laughing softly, "I love you too Chuckie."

Chuck opens his mouth to speak again, but fails to come up with words. Instead he resorts to kissing you again, never wanting to stop. His life was complete, he had his best friends, and the love of his life.

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allelitedweaming · 8 months

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Chuck Taylor x Reader - Post Stadium Stampede

The Big One

Chuck Taylor x Reader

smut, oral sex (male receiving), 18+

Chuck's hairline still had dried blood crusted to the roots of the follicles. You were sitting across from him at the tiny table in your hotel room, watching him eat his french fries. Every molecule in your body wanted to reach out and touch him, take care of him, wet a cloth and wipe his forehead. He noticed you staring and smiled. His mouth was still full. "Will you stop worrying?" He laughed. "I'm fine. I promise."

You trusted him. That was never the issue. The issue was you watched the match. You knew what they'd all put their bodies through. It was so hard to have to watch him on the monitor, to not be able to be by his side. "You still have blood in your hair," you told him softly, trying not to betray how desperate you felt.

He laughed again. "Yeah, but it's not my blood. That's the amazing part." He popped another three or four fries in his mouth. "See, usually the other guy wins, they play his music, and he walks up the ramp all covered with my blood. This time our dumb song played and I got to walk up the ramp covered in their blood. And some of Orange's, I guess."

You put your hand to your mouth gingerly. Suddenly your heart was swelling with so much pride you could hardly stand it. These last few weeks had been such an emotional roller coaster, and by some miracle the boys had won the big one and come out on top. Seeing them walk up the ramp together at Wembley, in front of so many adoring fans, it was too much for you to bear. You'd always known he deserved it, but seeing it happen was difficult to process.

Chuck finished his fries and licked his fingertips. "What's the matter? You don't believe me?"

Before you could answer, he stood up and scooped you up into his arms. You let out a short, loud yelp. "Chuckie!!"

He started laughing and swinging you back and forth while holding you bridal style in his arms. You laughed too, and wrapped your arms around his neck to held on tightly. As his movements started to slow, he kissed the top of your head. "What can I do to prove to you I'm fine?" He asked. You could hear him breathing heavier than before. His breath smelled like salt and fried food, but it was warm and pleasant on your cheek. You loved to be so close. "Do you want to kiss it better?"

He laid you down on the hotel bed and you propped yourself up on your elbows as he stood above you at the side of the bed. "Where does it hurt?" You asked him, your voice barely breaking above a whisper. You could practically feel your heart in your throat when you saw his expression soften.

He jumped over you and crashed down onto the empty spot on the bed next to you. "My arms are sore," he admitted, wiggling to position himself on his back with his head on the pillow. It reminded you of watching him position himself on the canvas as his opponent climbed the turnbuckle. You turned on your side to face him and planted a kiss on his shoulder, his bicep, the soft spot inside his elbow. "My chest definitely hurts." You leaned over further and kissed him through his t-shirt, your lips landing on the 'A' in 'STATLANDER.'

You locked eyes with him again, his eyes weren't so soft and melting anymore. Now there was something burning behind his irises. The same thing burning in your stomach as you felt the warmth from both of your bodies mingling in the middle of your hotel bed. Holding his gaze, you reached down and started to undo the buckle of his belt. He pulled his arms out from his sides to give you space, inviting you to continue. You pulled his pants down. He helped by shimmying his hips a little and lifting his butt off the mattress. He was wearing blue boxer briefs and you could tell he was already reacting physically to your touch.

You swung one leg over his inside leg so you were straddling it with one of your knees landing between his thighs. He laced his fingers together behind his head and grinned at you. "You're so fucking beautiful." Sometimes the way he complimented you, so confident and self assured, made you feel lightheaded. You leaned down, steadying yourself with your hands on his chest, and kissed him sweetly.

"I'm so proud of you," you whispered with your lips still practically touching his.

He put one hand on the back of your head, cradling your skull and pulling you back in for another deeper kiss. He wrapped his other arm around your waist to hold you tight against his body. Your lips moved easily against each other, tongues slipping past each other, figuring out where to go next. He pulled away first, threading his fingers through your hair and tugging lightly to expose your neck to him. Slowly, he kissed the center column of your throat, dragging his teeth gently against your skin. When he heard you sigh contentedly, he bit down softly and started to suck the skin until it turned bright pink. You whimpered and melted further into him until your chests were almost flush pressed together.

As his kisses slowed, you started to kiss his forehead, the bridge of his nose, his lips, his chin, his jaw, his neck. Then you shifted your weight down on the bed to continue down his chest and his stomach. You pulled the fabric of his t-shirt up slightly to kiss the exposed skin of his stomach, just below his belly button. Then, through the fabric of his boxer briefs, you wrapped your lips around his half hard member and exhaled until he could feel the warmth of your breath. His body shuddered and you smiled up at him. He brought both his hands to your head, fingers tangling in your hair without applying any pressure.

You tugged down the waistband of the briefs until his cock was freed, then cupped his balls with one hand, massaging tenderly as you planted kisses along his happy trail, turning as you reached his bush to avoid making contact to his cock with your mouth. He groaned but you could hear a soft chuckle at the tail end of the sound. He was getting harder in front of your eyes and his cock twitched slightly as he waited for you to take him. You sat back on your heels and pulled your shirt over your head, revealing a patterned sports bra. You used the hair tie around your waist to pull your hair back into a high ponytail. Smiling down at him, you licked your lips. "I want you to relax," you told him, placing a palm flat on his chest. "You earned it."

You bent back down, leaving your arm extended with your hand on his heart. He'd showered after the match and his skin still smelled like the Dove body wash that the hotel provided but it was mingled with that Chuck smell that intoxicated you whenever you drank him in. You took him in your mouth in one smooth movement, taking him to the hilt and letting his tip hit the back of your throat.

"Jesus fuck," he grunted as his hands returned to the back of your head. He'd often ghost his palms along the back and sides of your skull while you were working, as if he was guiding an opponent to the next move. It made you smile. With your free hand, you reached around and laid it flat on one of his hands until you could feel his palm and fingers all making firm contact with your head. He followed your lead and pressed his other hand down, thrusting up very slightly into your mouth until you started to gag around him. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he breathed. "That feels so good baby."

As he released his grip, you released your suction and pulled up slowly, sticking your tongue out and dragging it up his shaft to wet it as much as possible with the movement. You swirled the tip of your tongue around the tip of his cock, then took him in your mouth again, this time moving up and down a few times to establish a rhythm. You could still hear him sighing as he watched you. Every few bobs, you would lower your lips all the way down again, taking him into your throat and fucking yourself with his cock as your spit pooled around his base.

After a few minutes of this, when you came up for air again, he held your face in both his hands. "There's actually something I've always wanted to do," he said. He was panting slightly, his cheeks were flushed a deep red. "I think this bed has the right headboard for it. It's taller than ours at home."

"Okay," you grinned at him, wiping your lips with the back of your hand.

"Get on your back," he told you. You complied and he straddled you. "Can I fuck your face?" He asked, looking down at you. You felt a surge of heat rush through your entire body at once, like you'd been struck by lightning while you were already inside an erupting volcano. You nodded eagerly as you felt your face take on a deeper shade of red. "Okay. If it gets to be too much, just tap my belly three times." He grabbed your wrist, guiding your hand to his stomach. You tapped three times and he nodded. "Exactly. Does that work?" You nodded again, your breathing was starting to get shallow. There was that lightheaded feeling again.

He spit into his palm and spread it over his cock as he started to inch up your body until his thighs were under your armpits and his hard on was right in front of your face. Steadying himself on the headboard, he used his other hand to guide himself past your lips. He slid easily into your mouth, the spit that had been cooling in the air mingling with the warm spit on your tongue as he pushed back to hit your throat again. He stopped and looked down at you, checking to make sure you were alright. You blinked at him slowly to show you were calm and not to worry. Biting his lip in concentration, he put both hands on the headboard and started to move, fucking your mouth slowly at first but increasing his tempo as he went.

"Fuck baby that feels good," he grunted. "You're so good for me, baby." You stuck your tongue out until the tip poked past your lips, letting spit spill out past them and bubble up around the base of his cock. The wet sound of you gagging on him and his labored breathing filled the room. You could tell from the slight hitch in his hips as he moved that he was going to cum soon right before he asked, "Where do you want it baby?"

You reached back and put your hands on both his hips, holding him tightly so he knew he didn't have to stop. At the realization, he let out a shuddering sigh. His body tilted forward slightly and he thrust three more times, cumming in your mouth at the last movement. You rubbed the small of his back as he pulled out. He fell back to a seated position between your legs. He watched as you swallowed his load and wiped the sides of your lips with your thumb.

"Where the hell did they make you?"

"Born in the U. S. of A," you told him, raising your hand to your forehead for a salute.

He pounced on you, pinning your wrists on either side of your head and smiling down at you. "Do you feel better?" He asked, kissing you and nipping at your bottom lip playfully.

"You've still got blood in your hair," you told him with your brow furrowed. He burst into delighted laughter and rolled over to pull you into his arms and cover you with kisses.

#aew x reader #aew fanfiction #aew imagines #aew imagine #chuck taylor x reader

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smartycvnt · 7 months

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NSFW Chuck Taylor headcanons please?

Chuck knows that he is a big guy and won't hesitate to throw his weight around a little if you ask him to

Chuck likes missionary the most because he likes the feeling of your body being under his

Chuck is really into morning sex

He is a very gentle dom unless you explicitly ask him to be a bit meaner

Whenever the two of you first start sleeping together, he asks you to show him the porn you like to see if he can recreate the positions and experience.

#aew x reader #aew headcanons #headcanons #chuck taylor x reader #smut headcanons #smut hcs #headcanon #hcs

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legit9thlunaticwarrior · 1 year

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Okay last one! May I request “You look better in my clothes than I do.” & “I feel safe with you.” from the 200 random dialogue prompts with our Kentucky Gentleman Chuckie T?

I thought I should be nice and give you your other true love ❤️

yes harry styles. ive been wanting to use this song but couldnt come up with a good concept. also, 10/10 recommend 'the prince' on hbo max

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'Sweet Creature' MILD TW Chuck Taylor (Dustin) x fem!reader

^not the surprise he was expecting on a stormy night^

- gif by @graculuss - TW: mentions of domestic abuse (resources for domestic abuse helplines) - feels a lil short but i like it so, deal with it

3rd Person POV

"Alright Walter, what are we watching?" Dustin said as the small dog hopped up on the couch. The rain had kept most of the neighborhood indoors since the late afternoon, so the man decided to catch up on what all his coworkers were talking about. He was ready to start 'The Last of Us' when he heard a knock at the door. What the fuck? he thought. Who could possibly be out in this weather?

He truly couldn't believe his eyes when he opened the door. "Bug?! Oh my God, get in here! You're soaking wet." He pulled the woman inside. "I know, I walked here." Her voice was low, soft, and frightened; a tone from his best friend he never liked. Dustin took the duffel bag she had in her hand and brought her to the bathroom, "C'mon before you get sick." He sat her down on the closed toilet seat so he could get the shower warmed up. He knew something was wrong because she didn't even notice Walter licking her legs so he could get his head scratches; she just stared off into space. "I'm gonna go to the kitchen, you shower and warm up, and then we'll talk if you want, okay?" She looked up at him and nodded with big eyes that shattered his heart. "Just leave the clothes in here; I'll take care of it. Your bag is right there." He decided against kissing her head before he left because he had no clue what happened to her before she showed up on his doorstep.

While he was in the kitchen, Y/N stood up and started to remove the wet clothes and winced as she saw the forming bruises on her arms. It's over now. I'm done. was all she said to herself as she washed off the past few hours under the hot water. She put anything in that apartment that was important to her and stuff she needed in the duffel and left as soon as her now ex walked out the door and took the car. She didn't care where he went; she was free now. Once she got out of the shower, Y/N couldn't bring herself to open the bag yet. Dustin had cleared a drawer in his room for her stuff because she was known to spend the night on whims. Wrapped in the towel, she went to his room to get some clothes. She slipped one of his shirts on over her and put on sleep shorts.

She tip-toed to the kitchen to find him with two cups of tea, "Feel better? I made you tea, just how you like it." Y/N smiled and looked down, "Thanks. And sorry I stole your shirt, I guess I never left any of my own in that drawer." "Don't be sorry. You look better in my clothes than I do.” He noticed the mark on her arm and gritted his teeth, "Bug, I can't believe he did this to you. I swear to God if-" "It's fine. Really. I'm done with him, it's over." She put her hand on his. He felt terrible that he couldn't stop it. He knew from the start that this guy was trouble. Had he listened to his friends and grown a pair, it would have never happened in the first place. But that's the past now; he can only focus on making the future better.

They had made their way to the living room to find something to watch. Walter jumped back up on the couch, "Oh, I'm sorry baby. Was I withholding your head scratchies? How dare I?" Dustin had put 'The Prince' on before she had curled up into his side.

Y/N had looked up at Dustin, "You have no idea how much I appreciate this. I feel safe with you." The soft way she said it had his heart doing moonsaults. "You'll always be safe with me, Y/N. I'll protect you." She yawned a little and a few seconds passed before she spoke up again "I l-love you, Dusty. I always have." "I love you too, Lovebug. You can go to sleep if you're tired, I'll be right here with you." As he kissed the top of her head.

"Just two hearts in one home"

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unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin · 1 year

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v-day sex headcanons with my chuckie t? maybe a lil kinky? 👉🏻👈🏻🥺

Valentine’s Day Sex Headcanons

Taglist: @fiskers7136 @peachmango-kombucha @kcloveswrestling @bellalutionn @xkennyxomegax @tummyyellin @legit9thlunaticwarrior @auburnwrites @melissahausen @thesusbunny @writtingrose

Warnings: Sex, oral(both receiving), dirty talk, slight sub Chuck??, daddy kink, voice kink, edging, overstimulation, face riding, Dacryphillia, afab reader

You pleasing him-

You give chuck full control over your body, letting him use you for his own pleasure

He wants to fuck your mouth? He’s fucking your mouth

But he’s not selfish

Will have your face pressed into the bed with your ass up while pounding into you

“My Sweet Lil’ whore”

His a sent comes out in his dirt talk and it drives you fucking mad

“Daddy please! I need to cum!”

He will edge for a while, until you’re crying for him

Then he’ll let you cum

He may even stick a vibrator in you to watch you get overstimulated

“What’s wrong love? I thought you wanted to cum?”

Him pleasing you-

This man loves pussy

Would spend hours eating you out, willing to completely ignore how own want

Want you to tide his face

He likes a bit of breathplay,

And you know just how long to stay on top

He will make you cum at least twice like this, but he is aiming for 3

When he finally fucks you, it’s a lot softer

His goal before was to get himself off, now he’s trying to show you how much he loves you

Still whispers in your ear, but instead of whore it’s Sweetheart

And his southern drawl has the same effect on you no matter what he’s saying.

#aew #fanfiction #request #headcanons #aew headcanon #chuck taylor #chuck taylor x reader #chuck taylor smut #aew smut #valentines request

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itjazzbicch · 2 years

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Making Up For Time

Pairing: Chuck Taylor x Fem Reader

Summary: With all of his best friends not by his side, Chuck grows lonely, but his best friend, the reader, makes her surprise return from injury, finding him backstage with the Dark Order, but steals him away to make up for the time missed, discovering feels that are beyond friendship…

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY!)

Word Count: 1.6k

Tag List: @demonqueen29 @peachy-satan00 @new-zealand-chic @crowleysqueenofhell @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @thatpanpal @damnnhausen @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @linziland13 @xxx-jazz-xxx @writtingrose @cuzimacomedian @april-jeanette-wagner @starwithaheart @seeingstarks

I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF:

"Come on! Touch the tit!"

Now, I knew John Silver was a little weird, but what the actual fuck was going on in here?

I was looking all over for Chuck because I had the biggest surprise. I had been out with an injury for quite some time, my first time being back at a show. Since I wasn't booked, my first priority was being with my best friend in the whole world.

Finding him in the locker room with John, Alex, and a shirtless 10, having Chuck cornered in his chair and talking about touching tits? Yeah, this was weird, but I quickly ended it.

"Hey, back off! He's mine."

Chuck's jaw was almost to the floor, jumping out of his seat and running to me:

"Y/N!"

Seeing him run after me with the biggest smile on his face made me so happy. Just a moment ago, he was in a chair looking uncomfortable and depressed. Now? Jumping for joy and throwing me up into his arms, spinning around.

"No! He needs to touch the tit!" John stressed, but we completely ignored him; Chuck wondered correctly:

"You're back?! Like, you're cleared?!"

"Back and ready to go, baby! Wooo!" I swung back in his arms a little, smiling and laughing when he started jumping more, hugging me tighter, and shaking me around.

"HELL YEAH!"

Even John, Alex, and 10 were cheering along, but of course, being goofy:

"Oh hey! She has tits! Get 'em, Chuck!"

With me and Cass gone, Trent reunited with Rocky, it was obvious how lonely Chuck was, but I was here to make that all go away.

"If you're not booked, how about we get to the hotel, get some take out and have a good, old-fashioned, best friend's movie night?" I offered and he dropped me down, rushing to grab his things:

"Read my mind, girlfriend!" He smiled, taking his bag and my hand, "Peace out!"

"But, the titties!" John called out, Chuck and I laughing at him while we made our way out, straight to the car and to the hotel.

Our food, movie, hotel nights were like a sacred ritual. Although it was just the two of us this time, it was just as fun and meaningful. We stuck with a classic comedy, The Mask, had some of the best food in this whole town, and as a little treat, I got some drinks from room service and it was our little heaven.

Finishing our food, I took the trash and threw it away, washing my hands quickly so I could jump on the bed next to Chuck, smiling:

"I don't think I've been this happy in a minute."

"Me either," He smiled, being goofy and grabbing a pillow, smacking me softly and teasing me, "But watch where you're jumping!"

"It's like that?!" If he wanted a pillow fight, it was on! Taking a pillow, I jumped up and smacked him in the head with it, trying to playfully smother him with it, but he overpowered me, beating me back with his pillow.

The room was filled with laughter, especially when I about fell off the bed, but I caught myself, running right back at him with a playful war cry and swinging.

Chuck trying to protect himself made me trip with his legs extending, catching me before I fell, but my eyes shot down when I felt his hands on my breasts, not afraid to squeeze them.

"Whatcha doing there?" I wheezed at how big his eyes grew, only laughing harder when he referenced John earlier:

"Practicing my titty touches?"

"You want to practice titty touches after all hm?" Something about him touching me felt so right, having his eyes follow my hands around my back and up my shirt, unclasping my bra, sitting across his thighs while shrinking my arms into my shirt, letting my bra fall, "I do have real tits unlike John and them."

"Much better tits," His eyes were fixed on my nipples showing through my shirt, trying to hide his tongue on his lip, fingertips pressing into the bed hard.

"If you want the practice, I'm willing to help," I smirked, feeling sudden hotness in my cheeks, raising my shoulders so my shirt raised up and showed the bottom curve of my breasts.

"Nothing wrong with some practice," He smirked back, hands cupping my breasts softly and just that first touch had me losing control, leaning to kiss him while grinding against his thigh, straddling him when his hands threw my shirt off.

Needing to see them for himself, his soft touches turned into squeezes, thumbs flicking at my nipples, pinching and twisting them softly.

He had my eyes closed and a dream in my head, sitting between his legs and naturally drifting to his hard-on, able to feel the line of his cock rubbing against my wet panties, feeling the outline of my cunt, and getting the pressure right on my clit, the pleasure making me grind softly.

"Not so sure if you needed the practice," I hummed softly, meeting his gaze, "Because it feels like you know what you're doing."

"With tits like these, it comes naturally," He smiled, lifting me up some for his mouth to latch around my nipple, "They're perfect."

"Must be," The way he sucked on my nipple, not hard, but not soft either, the slight nibbles; it had me thinking about even more, palming his cock and taking the invitation into his shorts, so ready that I had him making slight noises at how fast my hand was working his cock.

"Wanna practice some other touches?" He was ready too, making sure to get his last fix of tits with a quick motorboat, kicking off his shorts while I did the same with mine, leading:

"I got a good idea in mind."

Sitting between his legs again, I grinded just the same, except this time, rubbing the shaft of his cock through my folds all the way up to the tip, having him watch as I did it slower, processing the even better feeling.

"You were always so creative," He bit his lip softly, leaning back against the wall to make it easier, guiding my hips upward so his tip was nudging my clit.

"Care to let me get a little more creative then?" I winked, raising up more as his pinch on my ass agreed:

"Get as creative as you want to be."

We shared a moan at his cock pushing into me softly, sitting on his cock carefully till I was sitting again, but there was no keeping this vanilla, having his smile grow into that mischievous smirk of his when I planted my feet against the wall, rocking myself down onto him to take his cock deeper.

"Oh yeah," He huffed out, leaning against the wall and holding my thighs, throwing his hips into mine, "I swear you always know what I'm thinking."

"You needed a good time like this, hm?" Picking myself up and holding the back of his head, I kissed with all tongue, throwing my hips quicker with my legs more elevated, moaning more at his hips slipping his cock in even deeper.

"Mhm," He hummed, swirling his tongue with mine, "And you always know how to give me a good time."

"I know you best," I kissed once more before I had to stop, biting my lips and hiding my louder moans, but he made sure he heard them, yanking my hips along with his thrust, making me whine, "Chuck!"

"If you know me best, should know that I love hearing some noise," He kept on yanking my hips, watching his cock moving in and out of me nearly getting him off.

"Gonna get a whole lot of loud noise if you keep on doing that," I stopped caring about if I was loud or not, but surely getting louder, his strength making sure the tempo was fast and each smack of our hips were powerful, a pound in my lower stomach had me screaming his name.

"Oh, I'm gonna keep doing it," His arms latched around my neck and mine did the same to his, the both of us going at max speed, feeling the spasm of my walls and getting me closer and closer, that tone in his voice adding to it, "Not till you make a mess all over me."

"I'm gonna!" My jerks were so much that I was nearly jumping up, but throwing myself right back down, that feeling even stronger and better than before, making me do it over and over till I was ready to give way, "I'm gonna, Chuck! I-"

My neck snapped back with the arch of my back, breathless and sweating a little, dirty noise I didn't even know that I could make flying out with the gush of slick surely making a mess on his cock and thighs.

I threw his hands off so I could fall back and breathe, but kept my back arched so his cock was still inside of me, his hands rubbing up my stomach and breasts, letting the feeling set for a moment with his gasp:

"Holy fuck, Y/N. That's just-fuck."

"Fuck is right," I huffed back, whining softly at the hollow in my walls when he slid out, joining me on his stomach, keeping me in an embrace and relaxing with me, getting a little more heartfelt:

"Gosh, I missed you so much."

"I missed you too," I smiled, slicking his hair back to see that handsome face that I always admired, "Feels so good to be back with you."

"So good," He rubbed my back softly, expressing more, "You know Cass isn't around and Trent must've forgot that I existed when Rocky came back-"

"He can keep Rocky," I held his head up so he could see my smile, how much I meant it when I kissed, "Because you and me are the real best friends."

#wrestling #wrestling imagine #wrestling fic #wrestling smut #wrestling oneshot #aew #aew imagine #aew fic #aew smut #aew oneshot #Chuck Taylor #chuck taylor imagine #chuck taylor fic #chuck taylor x reader #chuck taylor smut #chuck taylor oneshot #read and enjoy\

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plentyoffandoms · 8 months

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Everybody's Free - F/Reader is friends with Sammy & everyone in the Inner Circle. She is also a member of his vlog squad. They found out she has a secret boyfriend & they try to figure out who it is.

Run (18+) - Eddie Kingston is a serial killer and takes f/Reader to be his own personal sex slave.

Black Heart Part 1 (18+) - Wheeler Yuta is a Pirate aboard the infamous Pirate Ship called the Broken Soul. f/Reader is niece of the King. While visiting family in Port Royal, the port is attacked & f/Reader is taken prisoner.

My Girl - A new wrestler joins AEW and Orange Cassidy has no idea why they look so familiar.

Fall Again - f/Reader & Kenny were high school sweethearts but broke up after graduation. They now work together at AEW.

I Am More Than That (18+) - f/Reader & Wardlow are both students at Ohio State, growing up together, but f/Reader can't stand the Frat Boy Wardlow, that is until she must help pass a class.

My Saver (18+) - f/Reader decided to run away from home after her Father decided that she was going to be married off. She ends up lost & is saved by a Lumberjack who lives alone in the woods.

#aew #all elite wrestling #eddie kingston #reader imagine #wardlow #eddie kingston x reader #wardlow x reader #wheeler yuta x reader #wheeler yuta #chuck taylor #chuck taylor x reader #orange cassidy #orange cassidy x reader #polls

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daddyhausen · 8 months

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• you and me, forevermore •

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{ summary } — dustin has feelings of self doubt after you were forced to watch him get attacked during that parking lot brawl.

{ warnings } — injury, blood, forced to watch, hurt/comfort, soft sex, praise, fingering, shower sex, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, vaginal sex, male + female orgasms, multiple orgasms, squirting vaginal creampie, internal cumshot

{ word count } — 4.8k

{ pairing } — fem!reader x chuck taylor

{ genre } — hurt/comfort, smut

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your blood ran cold at the sight. the carnage that unfolded behind only a single wall from you. you stared in horror at the monitor, throat running dry upon seeing your brother drenched in his own blood, trent’s eyes glazed over, deep browns seeming so lifeless as his head was slammed into the hood of a car by a vicious jon moxley. you winced, a pseudo-feeling as if your own head had collided with the exterior, watching the blood trickle down your brother's skull.

“oh god, i can’t look…” you muttered to yourself shying away into the shoulder of an equally worried orange cassidy, whose eyes, although covered by his sunglasses, displayed the same expression of shock and horror, his eyebrows knitted together, lips forming into a disgusted scowl. he kept a hand firmly around your shoulder, a comforting, protective hold, squeezing tightly with reassurance.

“jesus…” orange muttered under his breath, the sound mixed with a gasp of some sort. despite the horrors that played out on the monitor, and the desire to keep your eyes averted from the screen, not wanting to face whatever it showed. despite that you looked anyway upon feeling orange’s arm tense up around you.

you peered up, eyes widening and instantly welling over with tears, a gasp barely squeaked from your throat. there dustin laid, his head encapsulated in a pool of his own blood, the crimson mask washed over his peachy-tan skin, eyes half rolled back in his skull, looking half dead himself. an enraged wheeler yuta hovered over him, screwdriver in hand, a gleeful moxley watched on as his protege drove the weapon deeper into dustin’s forehead.

dustin had spared his former student from a beating, he still held love for the boy he once trained. the same could not be said for wheeler, who did not hesitate, fueled by anger and hatred, his former mentor’s blood now dripping through the cracks in his fingers.

“i…i need to go out there-“

“are you insane, what if you get hurt?!” a normally mellow orange cassidy spoke up in a fit of worry, the arm that was once wrapped around your shoulder now tightly clenched around your wrist, holding you back from aiding your brother and your fiancé.

“i could care less about myself right now!”

you ripped your arm from orange’s grasp in a state of panic, desperate in aiding the two men you cared most about in this world. the act left orange perplexed for a moment, watching on as you tried to decipher the halls and corridors that led to the entrance of the parking lot. he admired your courage no matter how stupid the situation seemed, he surely knew that dustin and trent would have his head if anything were to happen to you.

you were on autopilot, vision blurry through a cascading waterfall of tears, mind hazy with possibilities of what horrors could have happened to your brother and beloved. the bellows of the crowd drew closer, a foggy light emitting from the parking lot entrance followed by the thunderous sound of metal clashing against concrete. with a panicked orange cassidy hot on your tail, you turned the corner, greeted by the sight you had witnessed mere moments ago on the monitor. your brother the closest to you, claudio looming over like a dark cloud while trent writhed in his own blood.

you froze, feet felt as if they’d been glued to the floor the only thing that you could do was stare as you brother got beaten to a bloody pulp, how his blood seeped from his skull into the concrete below. sure, you’ve seen your brother beaten and bloody, but never to this extent, not in the way claudio was bludgeoning him.

your eyes burned, breath paralyzed in your chest. a burst of adrenaline hitting you, charging at claudio with all your might, fists balled up throwing careless punches in the direction of the swissman. said punches were merely thuds against his back paying no mind to your desperate, weak attempts at him to stop the assault on trent.

claudio stopped for a mere moment, he stood up, his sizeable frame towering over you like a mighty oak, hands stained red with your brothers blood, the crimson trickle down his knuckles and fingertips to the concrete below. he turned to face you, cocking his head to the side with slight inquisition. you tried to put on a brave face, tried to mask your tears for your brother’s sake. claudio leaned over you slightly with a small chuckle, his breath laboured, lightly fanning your forehead.

“what’s this? come to protect your brother now, have you?

he mockingly pet the top of your head, trent’s blood staining your hair as you gave a frightened whimper.

“aren’t you a brave little thing?”

you did not want to relinquish eye contact, afraid of his next move, although you could not help but notice orange’s pained groans from behind you. you turned your head, catching a mere glimpse of moxley whipping orange with a chain before claudio grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him.

your body stiffened up, feeling your heart drop into the pit of your stomach at the unwanted contact.

“not so fast, little one.” you mentally cringed at the nickname he anointed you with.

before you could even comprehend his words or even catch a glimpse of your brother laying face down in a pool of his own blood, claudio grabbed you by the wrists, his large hand could easily engulf both at once. he dragged you away from your brother, trent was unconscious, still breathing thank god, but he had not moved since your arrival. and orange…you just hoped mox would stop his assault soon.

claudio’s grip was tight, sure to leave red marks by the time he’d hopefully let go. despite your struggle and silent protest he would not let up. he led you behind a silver car, your mind in a daze, you did not comprehend the situation in front of you until he spoke up again. although his words absent in your ears.

you came to, peering down at your feet, horrified at the sight below. wheeler yuta hovered over your beloved, still continuing to bludgeon him with a screwdriver into that open wound on his forehead. your throat ran dry, feeling an overwhelming sense of nausea washed over you. you thought you’d run out of tears to cry, but seeing dustin in such a state it was heart breaking.

“dustin…” you whimpered. trying to break free from claudio’s grasp, to lunge yourself over your fiance and shield him from their violence. claudio’s grip only tightened, locking your arms behind your back, keeping you secured to his chest.

yuta stopped his assault momentarily, dropping the screwdriver by his side, staring up at you with a sickly grin as dustin reached a hand out in the direction of your voice. yuta’s empathy had been torn to shreds by the BCC; he was no longer that sweet innocent boy dustin helped train; he was a violent, vicious killer, hell bent on causing havoc with every step. once yuta had caught your distress, just as dustin’s fingertips met the tip of your shoe he began to bludgeon him again, using only his fist.

“stop…please…” you begged, voice barely above a whimper, throat hoarse and raw from pleading for mercy. you could feel claudio’s smirk against the nape of your neck, grinning from ear to ear at your lover’s torment.

mox sauntered around the corner with his usual, relaxed demeanour, completely unfazed by the bloodshed he and the rest of the bcc had caused. he threw the fork he’d used to bleed your brother dry. the clink of the metal against the concrete was sickening. he noticed you in claudio’s grasp, begging and pleading over the almost lifeless body of your fiancé. he smirked, a wicked thought conjuring in his mind.

he grabbed your shoulder, forcibly pushing you onto your knees, not quite eye level with dustin but enough that you could see the hope drain from his eyes. the bright green now a steely grey. jon cupped your cheeks directing your head to dustin, making sure that the image of him beaten and battered was permanent in your memory.

“look at him.” jon forced your face closer to dustin as wheeler held him up by the bloody roots of his hair. so close you could actually smell the iron of the crimson.

“he’s pathetic. can’t even protect himself let alone his girl. are you sure this is the guy you wanna marry, miss y/n?”

you remained silent, physically unable to speak as you stared into dustin’s eyes. they were glassy, bloodshot and burning from his own blood leaking into them. they were empty, void of any emotion other than heartbreak and worry. as much as he wanted to hold eye contact with you, a silent reassurance that he was alright, physically he couldn’t, the loss of blood proved too much for him, he was tired, broken, a shell of a man.

“it ain’t too late, dollface. if you wanna change your mind, you just give us a call” jon smirked, rubbing the bloody pad of his thumb across your bottom lip, following the action with a flirtatious wink. you felt sick to your stomach, that and the taste of iron upon your lips did not help.

you bared your teeth, biting down hard on his thumb, as hard as you could muster. not enough to draw blood by any means but strong enough that you hoped it would elicit a reaction from a masochist such as moxley. instead, he only smirked, a sick twisted, almost perverted smile, as if the sick bastard was actually enjoying himself.

“oh would you look at that” jon turned his head, now facing claudio, barely acknowledging the bite. “pretty little thing got some bite to her, she’d be perfect for us”

“i know a way we could put that mouth to better use” yuta chimed in, still holding dustin up by the scalp. dustin made weak attempts to protest the lewd remarks made by his former protege despite the metaphorical nails clawing at the inside of his throat, a disgusting burn that ached every time he swallowed. yuta released his grip, dropping the screwdriver in the process, his body loomed over yours, even more so as he knelt before you, keeping eye contact that you very much would have liked to avoid. he gripped your chin harshly, forcing you to meet his gaze.

“i heard she’s pretty good at using it” that remark from yuta could be a testament to your sharp tongue or something more vulgar. you decided on the latter given his previous comment, which no doubt made you cringe internally with disgust.

jon simply tilted his head, signalling for claudio and yuta to cease their assault. claudio dropped your arms, shoving you to the ground with a rough thud, grazing your elbows against the concrete, you let out a sharp hiss, a sound which made dustin’s ears prick up with panic. yuta let dustin’s head fall to the floor, luckily you were able to place your hand underneath his temple before it made contact with the ground.

yuta said nothing, merely eyeing you as he sauntered off with the other two, offering your brother one last kick before leaving the parking lot. you crawled closer to dustin, managing to make it to your knees and cradle his head securely in your lap. his eyes closed, breathing had slowed. he was a wreck, drained of energy.

“dustin, look at me please…” you whimpered through tears, cupping his bloodstained cheeks in your palms. it took him a few seconds, eventually he let his eyes flutter open. he saw an angel. he saw heaven, he saw you. he opened his mouth to speak before you cut him off.

“shhh, don’t speak. it’s me, i’m right here” your voice shaky, still trying to quell the sobs that raged in your throat. he closed his mouth, instead raising his hand to cup your cheek, caressing the skin. he widened his eyes, horrified at the bloodstain his finger prints had left behind. he gulped thickly trying to blink back the tears that were threatening to spill, instead grabbing your palm, the one against his cheek, pressing his lips to your engagement ring, letting his lips linger there for a moment before pulling away, a sob rose in his throat, the once crystal white diamond now stained with droplets of ruby red.

it was as if you were an untouched canvas and him a tormented artist, every brushstroke of his skin against yours taints you. how could he let someone as beautiful as you be ruined by his blood?

he remained silent as the doctor stitched up his wound. practically dead to the world, in his own paranoia filled trance only brought back to reality for a short moment by the subtle squeeze of your hand in his. although his vision blurred, head spinning with a possible concussion, in his peripherals, he noticed the spots of red littered throughout the lavender sundress you were wearing. a large stain at the end of its skirt. once again, his blood had tainted your beauty. his eyes panned up, heartbroken as he noticed you were avoiding his gaze, was he really that horrible to look at right now? his eyes continued to scan your figure, your elbows were cut and beginning to bruise.

he was overwhelmed with anger for being so weak as to allow claudio and mox to get their hands on you. he saw red, yet was too overcome with exhaustion to mutter anything more than a whisper.

“you’re hurt…and the blood-” he barely croaked out, there was an unnatural rasp in his voice.

“i’m fine dustin and the blood is not mine” you smoothed over the back of his hand with your thumb in an effort to console him.

“but it’s mine…”

you gave a soft sigh in response, silently thanking the doctor as he finished stitching up dustin’s forehead. you were overcome with emotion yet could not bring yourself to say anything, just basking in the uncomfortable silence as dustin failed to meet your gaze. you’d never seen your love so broken, so fragile, he barely responded to the soft tug on his arm as you tried to rouse him out of his self induced trance.

the door swung open, orange stumbling inside, clutching his ribs with your brother on his arm. an equally worried statlander aiding your brother also. she made eye contact with you, offering a silent, yet apologetic smile for her absence. you turned to dustin, who now finally locked eyes with you, glancing into your teary bloodshot eyes with a minute of love and fear. he titled his heads towards the door, signaling for you to go check on trent. you gave his hand a rough squeeze, a quiet rebuttal to his action.

“go.” he muttered through a broken voice. you sighed softly, planting a gentle kiss to his forehead, right on his newly stitched up wound before going to check on your brother.

orange and kris sat trent down on a crate by the door. offering a parting glance to their teammate before going to check on dustin.

“jesus christ are you alright?” you questioned, panic ranging through your voice. “mom is gonna have a heart attack when she finds out”

“mom will be fine, she’s seen me in much worse condition.” trent’s lightheartedness seemed out of place for this current situation. still you had to commend him for being so chipper despite just receiving the beating of his life.

the room fell silent for a moment as you observed your brothers injuries. a cut to his forehead, near the hairline, the other atop his head. his shoulders and back torn to shreds. he gave a small wince as he placed a haphazardly made ice pack to his left shoulder.

“how’s he holding up?” trent motioned his head toward dustin, who sat at the far end of the room, remaining dead silent as kris and orange tried their best to communicate with him.

“physically he’ll be fine…” you began, turning back to face your love, seeing how he had not raised his head from the ground since you left his side.

“emotionally…i don’t know. he’s barely said a word since everything happened…”

your throat grew tight, sobs threatening to spill.

“do you think he’s mad at me for going out there?” you stuttered through your words, turning back to face your brother. trent bit the inside of his cheek, contemplating his next sentence

“although it was a stupid thing for you to do, he’s not mad at you, he loves you too much, kid”

trent pulled you into his shoulder, despite the seering pain. he hugged you tight, determined to comfort his little sister in her time of anguish.

“now go take care of him, i’ll be fine.”

“are you sure?” you questioned, swiping some of the congealed blood from his cheeks.

“yeah don’t worry about me, i got kris and orange to take care of me”

the drive home from daily’s place was met with uncomfortable silence. you helped dustin into the passenger seat despite his silent protests. opting to drive since the blood loss would prove too dangerous for him to drive. he sat there begrudgingly, staring dead into the road in front of him or on the odd occasion at him twiddling his thumbs in his lap. for hours this went on, you chose not to speak, for the heartbreak in your voice might set off tears for the both of you.

you just wanted to be home with him right now, safe and warm behind the walls that you owned, in your own bed cuddled up with your fiancé. the love of your life, but the drive from jacksonville to kentucky was more than ten hours and you were not going to risk the fatigue. instead opting to book a hotel for the night. dustin could not stop repeating the words moxley had been spouting to you during their conflict, finding himself agreeing with said words

he was pathetic. he did fail to protect you. he wasn’t even sure if he even deserved to be marrying you.

you could sense that he was in his head so you reached over to untangle his fingers to lace them with your own. reminiscent of the taxi ride to the park where he proposed. those three small squeezes of reassurance and comfort.

you pulled up into the hotel parking lot. throwing on your cardigan, wrapping yourself in the thick material so as to not worry any staff with what blood still stained your dress. dustin remained catatonic, only responding with simple yes’s and no’s to any question asked. you managed to secure a room despite the lateness and unexpectedness of your arrival, the both of you still remaining distant to each other inside the elevator as it took you to the third floor.

“are you alright?” you finally broke the silence as the two of you entered the hotel room. dustin set his bag beside the door, chewing his bottom lip anxiously.

“i uh…” he stammered. “i just wanna have a shower”

you nodded in response, taking him by the shoulder lightly, planting a long, delicate kiss to his cheek before letting him go. he offered you a small smile in return before hastily making his way into the bathroom. once you heard the door close you gave a heavy sigh, still trying to hold back tears, swallowing your sobs with a thick gulp. you knew he was hurting right now, you needed to be strong for him.

you removed your cardigan, grabbing your bags to place them into your bedroom for the night, catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror in the small corridor. you stopped in your tracks, eyeing yourself. your favourite dress, stained with the blood of your beloved, your knees bruised and elbows grazed, mascara smeared around your bottom lashes from crying, you looked like a mess but dustin evidently felt much worse.

you stripped yourself. only remaining in your bra and panties as you tossed the dress into the washing machine residing behind a sliding door next to the bathroom. it won’t do much in removing the stain fully but at least it will get most of the blood out.

through the mix of the shower water and the washing machine, soft sniffles could be heard from the bathroom, your heart sank as you pressed your ear against the door, hearing dustin’s muffled sobs from outside.

“dustin..?” you questioned quietly, he ignored you, the sound of his presence could still be heard. you pursed your lips tightly together. stripping off your bra and panties as you entered the bathroom. dustin faced away from you, the water hitting his back as he had his head pressed against the shower wall. small streaks of red flowed down his perfect body, despite the solemn scenario you couldn’t bring yourself to look away.

you quietly entered the shower, pressing your body close to his, arms wrapping around his torso as you let the warm water encapsulate you both. you cupped his cheeks, thumbs smoothing over the stubble of his beard as you bared your soul to him through your gaze.

“why are you crying, my love?” he peered down at you, cheeks hot and eyes puffy with tears.

“i’m sorry…” he began “you shouldn’t have had to see me like that”

“like what…? bloody?-“

“no.” he interrupted harshly. a thick gulp rose in his throat.

“weak” he spoke up after a moment of silence.

“dustin you’re not weak-“

“yes i am!” he sobbed. “you heard mox. i’m pathetic! you were the one person in this world i wanted to protect and i couldn’t even do that right!”

he held onto you for dear life, so afraid of letting you go.

“why do you love me, y/n? how can you keep loving me after seeing me lose time and time again?” his breath shaky and hoarse

“you don’t deserve to be married to someone like me. you deserve a winner like claudio, someone who can protect you, like moxley…” he paused for a moment, a look of disdain growing on his handsome features

“hell…even yuta-“

“don’t you even start” you held his gaze when he began to avert his eyes.

“i don’t want claudio mox, and you know yuta would never stand a chance, dustin. i love you, i’ve only ever wanted you. if i were in a room with a hundred men i’d always choose you. i can’t wait to be your wife”

your voice cracked, begging for him to see reason in your words.

“but why?” he stammered. “why do you love me?”

“dustin…” you hummed, pressing your forehead against his.

“your smile brightens up my day, your laugh i could recognise anywhere. the way you scrunch your nose when you’re deep in thought or the way you stick your tongue out when you’re concentrating.”

you continued to praise him with words of your adoration.

“you’re so kind, so caring, to everyone you meet. you’re talented, smart, you’re so unabashedly you.”

you cupped his cheeks firmly in your palms, keeping your gaze fixated on his.

“i love the way the way you love me. you look at me like i’m the only woman in the world, you treat me like a queen even though sometimes i feel i’m not deserving of it. even when we’re at our worst, you never stop loving me. and that is why i love you”

dustin pursed his lips into a thin line, a soft exhale through his nostrils

“and i’ll always be there for you. win or lose. if you’re holding a belt up high or writhing in your own blood-“

dustin winced at the mention of blood.

“i’m never leaving your side”

you pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth, lingering there for a moment, feeling his bottom lip quiver, trying to muffle a sob. he gave a shaky exhale through parted lips. removing your hands from his cheeks, gingerly placing them around his neck.

“let me at least prove that i am a man deserving of your love”

“dustin, you don’t need to prove anything-“

“please, y/n!” his voice broke through a slight crack “just let me do the one thing i know how to do right”

you cocked your head in slight confusion, feeling dustin reciprocate your previous actions, cupping your cheeks, pulling you in for a passionate, fiery kiss. he moaned softly against your lips, smoothing the apples of your cheeks with the calloused pads of his thumbs.

“dustin-“ you managed to squeak in between kisses

“shh sweetheart, let me make you feel good”

he angled his hips against yours, swirling them slightly. you felt his cock hardening against your upper thigh, right in the axis of your hip, grinding himself into you. the water covered the both of you, with your eyes closed, it felt as if the two of you were entombed behind the curtains of a magical waterfall. you melted into the kiss, succumbing to the power of him, letting him embrace you tight against his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin radiate against yours

“jump.” he demanded softly, breaking the kiss barely for a couple of seconds before diving in once more. you complied, jumping into his arms, your back pressed against the wall as he adjusted himself. his cock teasing your entrance momentarily, his tip tracing circles against your clit, feeling your wetness began to pool against your folds.

you jutted your hips forward slightly, the head of his cock entombed by your warmth, his mouth hung agape against yours, breathing moans of your praise against your skin. he guided himself in, a pleasured groan escaping his lips.

“fuck…so good for me” he breathed out, your warmth finally full with himself your hips guiding his movements with slow gentle swirls, feeling his cock swell inside you with pleasure.

he kept his movements deliberately slow, wanting your pleasure to be drawn out as long as he could hold it. you whimpered into his shoulder, teeth lightly nipping at the skin.

“i’m sorry, sweetheart,” he repeated like a mantra. “i’m sorry i scared you.”

“dustin…” you whined, trying to compose yourself as he slid in and out of you, hips rocking with your movements. “it’s not your fault…”

dustin hooked one of your legs, wrapping it around his waist with ease, the other hooked atop his arm. the sheer size difference between the two of you was enough to complement his strength in holding you up.

“i love you. i love you so fucking much it hurts…”

dustin’s groans increased with the speed of his thrusts, his hands gripped your flesh tighter, his kisses became more intense than before.

“god…i can’t wait to marry you…” he grunted, pressing open mouth kisses to the column of your neck. “fuck if i could marry you right now, i would sweetheart”

you remained silent for the moment, just letting yourself bask in the sound of his moans, letting them ring and reverberate in your ear. your walls clenched around him, a thick pulse rising between your thighs, arousal churning in your stomach as you cling to him. you felt no need to announce your orgasm, dustin already felt the impending gush of your sweetness, letting himself succumb to. his own arousal, muttering a chorus of “i love you”’s against your skin

he released, giving one final thrust, burying himself deep inside you. his cock pulsing against your walls, pumping load after load of hot cum deep into your void. you melted into him at the sensation, the warmth of his seed was enough to send you over the edge with a pleasured cry, making a mess of his cock as wetness drenched your inner thighs.

he held you there for a moment, making sure that he had completely drained himself inside of you before letting you down easy. your thighs weak, having to stabilise yourself between the wall and his broad chest for a moment. dustin rested his forehead against yours, trying to regain his breathing.

“let’s do it then…” you panted breathlessly

“huh?” he questioned, mind still hazy from his orgasm.

“let’s go get married.” you smiled sweetly up at his. he reciprocated the action, mind still coming too with your words

“wait, seriously? like right now?”

“yes, right now! you said you couldn’t wait”

dustin cupped your cheeks once more, peppering sweet kisses to each high point of your face, tears of joy now evident in his eyes, he stared down at you with such unfiltered adoration. such love in its purest form.

“i love you so much, sweetheart. more than you’ll ever know”

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im-just-a-mississippi-girl · 2 years

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I Know I Can Treat You Better Than He Can

Pairing: Chuck Taylor x gender neutral!reader

Category: Hurt/Comfort/Fluff

Word count: 1,505

Summary: Upon catching your boyfriend cheating, you’re hurt and heartbroken so you go to your best friend, Chuck Taylor for comfort. When he finally admits his true feelings to you, will you feel the same, or will your friendship be ruined?

Warnings: Swearing, reader gets cheated on

A/N: I tried to keep this as gender neutral as possible. Also, as I was writing this, Treat You Better by Shawn Mendes kept popping into my head, and I thought about it and realized how well it fit. So here’s the song if you wanna listen!

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You knew you probably shouldn’t, but you couldn’t help yourself. You really needed him. He’s been there through it all; he’s your best friend.

You wiped your eyes the best you could. You knew he’d be able to tell due to your red, puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks. You sucked in a breath and went for it, knocking three times on the door. You didn’t have to wait long before the door opened revealing the person you knew you could always count on: Chuck Taylor.

He takes in your appearance after he hears you sniffle a few times, not asking questions just yet, he ushers you inside his home. You’re aware he shares his home with his friend they call Orange Cassidy. You’ve met him multiple times, and you would consider him a friend.

Cassidy was on the couch when you entered the room. He looked up upon hearing the footsteps and, when he saw the look on your face, he knew the two of you needed the room. Never one for words, Orange gave you nod in acknowledgment and a pat on the shoulder as he passed by you to exit the room; his way of comforting you and letting you know he’ll help however you need. You give the quiet man a forced smile and a whispered “Thanks” not trusting yourself to say much more.

Chuck gently pulls you to the couch and you drop down on it, letting out a puff of air. He scoots closer to you and wraps an arm around your shoulders and pulls you into him, his chin resting on the top of your head once you settle against his chest. He doesn’t say anything for while, just letting you get it all out.

You feel so safe, loved, and comfortable in Chuck’s embrace; hell, you feel that in general whenever he’s around. Once you’ve calmed down enough to trust your voice, you wipe your eyes and look up at Chuck; you don’t know what exactly you did to have him as your best friend, but your damn sure glad you did it.

When he feels you move, he relaxes his arms so you can sit up, only to catch you looking at him; he feels his heart skip a beat and breath hitch. He knows now isn’t the time to be feeling like this, but it’s how he always feels when you’re around. He gathers himself before speaking, “Do you wanna talk about it?”

You thought about it briefly before ultimately nodding your head. “Yeah, I think so.” You watched as Chuck truly focused on you, giving you his undivided attention. “I… I caught him…. I caught him with some blonde at the cafe down the street from my apartment. They were sitting practically on top of one another…. I stopped on the sidewalk trying to figure out a reason. I ended up getting one when I saw him kiss her. It wasn’t a kiss on the cheek or the forehead; it was right on the lips. It was no peck on the lips kiss either; they were sucking face right there in the open.” You stopped to take a deep breath to keep from crying again, angry tears this time.

As Chuck listened to you recounting the events, he was fuming. How could someone do that to another person? More importantly to you? He was trying his best to keep calm, but he noticed your feelings changing from hurt to anger as you spoke.

“How dare he! How dare he do this to me! I gave him the best two years of his life!” You shouted, anger dripping from your lips and radiating off you. “I should have known he didn’t truly feel the same because he never put in the effort like I did.” You sighed, laying back in the couch, head resting on the back of the couch and staring at the ceiling. “I guess the past few months when he would go out with his friends; he was really going to see that girl. Why didn’t I notice sooner?” You asked, seriously curious; you had always been able to see the red flags in your friends relationships, but now you’re left wondering: how could you have been so blind when it came to your own relationship?

After Chuck knew you were done talking and he finally cooled off, he decided it was time to speak. “I know you already know this, but you deserve some who values you.” He couldn’t stop himself, the words fell out of his mouth before he could process what he said, “If I was your boyfriend, I’d pepper you with kisses and gifts and spoil you so bad.” He froze, eyes wide when his brain finally caught up. Did he really just say that? He wasn’t supposed to say that; only think it. He had decided he was going to tell you soon, thanks to Trent and Orange Cassidy constantly encouraging him; this wasn’t how he planned it though. He wasn’t sure how you felt about him, and he’d be completely devastated if he lost you because of this. He couldn’t look at you, holding his breath, hoping this was all a dream. When he heard you speak, he knew it was reality.

“I know I deserve better, I thought that—wait…” You cut yourself off, Chucks words registering slowly but surely. “Did you just indirectly say you want to be my boyfriend?” You questioned, wanting to make sure your mind and ears aren’t playing tricks on you. Turning to face him, you notice he’s looking everywhere but at you; you had heard him correctly. Chuck was mentally kicking himself for possibly ruining everything; how could he not catch himself, not stop his words, or think it through? You gently reached out and softly took his chin between you thumb and index fingers, turning his head and making him look at you. You weren’t mad or upset; honestly, you never really thought about your best friend like that, but now you’re thinking back to all those times he was the only one there for you, how you remembered feeling in those moments. Chuck had seen you at your highest of highs and your lowest of lows. He saw the good, the bad, and the ugly. You never noticed until this very moment that you were trying to fight those feeling that would float and flutter around when you were in his presence; it didn’t matter if other people were present or the two of you were alone.

Chuck let you turn his face towards yours, knowing that he has to face the consequences of his words. He finally built up the courage to look you in the eyes. He noticed you were lost in thought but still had your eyes on him. “I… I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that, especially not now. I get it if you don’t—” You cut him off, crashing your lips onto his. You realized that the only person that was going to value you, pepper you with kiss, shower you with love and affection, spoil you, and make you laugh was your best friend, Chuck Taylor. Your kiss was one-sided until, after a few moments, Chuck began to reciprocate, letting himself go, letting you feel every ounce of love and adoration he had for you. Now was as good a time as any. You were surprised at the intensity, feels overwhelming you so much that you had to break the kiss.

When you pulled back, you felt yourself tearing up and smiling like you won the lottery, and, in your opinion, you did. Chuck slowly opened his eyes, a smile plastered on his face, but that changed into a frown. Worried and concern, he quickly placed his hands on either side of your face, wiping away the tears that fell. “Was it that bad? I know I haven’t kissed anyone in a while—” You couldn’t help but laugh.

“No! It was perfect.” You reassured him, bring your hands up to hold his wrists. “Those were happy tears. I felt everything you put into that kiss; all the love you’ve kept to yourself. I’m so sorry I didn’t pay attention to my own feelings and listen to my gut or my heart. I’m sorry it took me this long to admit to myself what I knew deep down — it’s always been you.” You apologized, feeling terrible about coming to him with all your boy troubles and boy drama when he had to have been feeling like he wasn’t good enough for you.

“It’s always been you too.” He repeated your words back to you. “Let me treat you like you deserve.” He whispered. You couldn’t speak, too captivated by his sweet words and handsome face; all you could do is nod your head and lean forward pressing your lips to his one more time; this time the kiss was slow and sweet, filled with all the love could have ever dreamed of.

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bullet-clubs-bitch · 7 months

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Chuck Taylor X Fem reader (Chuck is referred to as Dustin)

You taught me how to love, I was broken, shattered into a million pieces and you put me back together. I don’t want to be with anyone else but you. You are enough, more than enough.

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Every now and then I would get asked why I married Chuck Taylor? What was it that I saw in him? How was I still with him? The internet was a ruthless place, I would see the comments, people were always shocked to find out that not only Dustin and I were married but we shared a son. People would say that I deserved better, that it was a miracle that he pulled someone like me and I hated it. Everytime someone said he was undeserving of my love it honestly broke me.

I know for a fact that Dustin saw what was being said of him online, and as much as he pretended it didn’t bother him I knew it did, because I knew it bothered me.

Today was All In, in London. Dustin and I decided to take our son Damian along for the ride, wanting him to experience the historical event. We flew straight from dynamite to London, arriving a few days before the event in order to prepare. On the card Dustin would be a part of the stadium stampede and I would be defending my AEW women’s world championship in four way. Before the show I did a press conference, talking about the difference between the first All In all those years ago and now.

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“So, Y/n. You will be defending your AEW Women’s championship in a fatal four way. How is today different from the first All In all those years ago?” A reporter asked me.

“Well, something that is different is that I have a kid now” I told the reporter truthfully

“Um, well, I have been honored to be a part of the ever growing womens division in AEW. Kenny, Matt, Nick and I had this vision back in Japan to create our own wrestling promotion and to see what it is today is something I would have never believed if you told me five years ago”

“As you said, something that is different is that you have a kid now. How do you balance being a mother and a wrestler?”

“It’s difficult, especially since we are traveling more now that everything has opened back up. In all honesty it’s not too bad, some shows I will bring my son with me but other times he’s staying with my parents or someone. It’s like you said balance, when I’m gone for weeks at a time then I would bring him, where as if it were a few days I probably wouldn't”

“ How do you feel about your match tonight? Walking in ready to face three other opponents has your chances of winning smaller.”

“Well for starters I don’t think that this being a four way puts me at a higher chance of losing. Statistically speaking I have a good track record with these kinds of matches. If you look back at the first All In I successfully defended my ROH Women's championship in a fatal four way. One of which was Britt Baker. I will be going into this match like I do all my other matches, cool, calm and collected. Although this is a huge match and I have a lot of pressure on me, it’s nothing I haven’t felt before.”

“One last question Y/n your husband will be a part of the stadium stampede match, what are your thoughts on the match?”

“I personally love a good bloody brawl. Anarchy in the arena, stadium stampede, blood and guts, they are my favorite. I know Mox is going to do some insane things and I’ll be on the edge of my seat watching this amazing murder scene unfold before my eyes. That being said, as much as I adore the Blackpool Combat Club I will be on the side of Best Friends tonight. I know people think that Best Friends are all hugs and rainbows but I think they have proved time and time again that they have a dark side. The parking lot brawl being a perfect example, Chuck and Trent have bathed in their own blood before and can be just as ruthless as the BCC. I do hope, for the sake of my mind, that I have my match before theirs so I can watch it and not stress about my match. Regardless it’s going to be a great match and I hope nobody gets hurt too bad”

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Soon it was the final hours before we went on air and for once I began to grow nervous. Not nervous about my match but Dustins. This wasn’t anything new, Dustin has had bloody brawls in the past but something about this one felt different.

“How ya feeling Champ?” I didn’t even hear Dustin enter the room. I only noticed him when he wrapped his arms around my waist, hugging me from behind.

“Nervous” I replied

“How so?” Dustin asked

“Not sure, I know my match and I’m genuinely really happy that Saraya is going to get her moment and all but…”

“But what?”

“I’m more nervous for you” I told Dustin before turning around so I could bury my face in his chest, holding him in a tight embrace

“Why are you nervous for me doll? It’s nothing I haven’t done a dozen times over?”

Truthfully I didn’t know why I was so nervous, the match itself didn’t worry me too much but it was what came after. This would be a bloodbath and right now I was questioning that bringing Damian along was a good idea. Did I really want him to witness his father bloodied and bruised? Imagine trying to explain that to a 3 year old.

“I know, but I just have this feeling. It’s hard to explain, I just have this gut feeling that somethings going down tonight. I’m not necessarily talking about you, Dusty, but in general I just have this feeling”

***

Well boy was that feeling right. Other than the backstage beef that went down, as I expected I knew the people would talk. Dustin’s match went great, no bad falls, no stitches needed but for some reason no matter how good the match was you would always have those negative people.

I returned to the hotel around 1am, exhausted. All I wanted to do was have a hot shower and sleep. Although Dustin and I both washed up at the arena after our matches you still are left feeling a bit gross. That final shower before bed calming your burning muscles.

As Dustin was In the shower I put Damian to bed, just then I got a text on my phone.

I looked and saw a message from Matt. Looking at the text I noticed it was just a link to which I clicked and ended up on a chain of tweets.

I guess an old image resurfaced of me and an ex boyfriend of mine. I read the messages and they all said the same thing. “Y/n should have stayed with him” “They were perfect together” “She settled for Chuck” just to name a few.

Looking back at the image I could feel the tears start to form in my eyes. That Ex boyfriend of mine was none other than Tyler Black. Tyler and I had been together when we were teenagers. We were dumb kids trying to make it in the industry. The people loved us not only as our characters but as us as a couple, the thing was all of that quick fame can get to your head. Yet we never broke up, that was until I found out he had been cheating on me for months. I remember when I found out, oddly enough it was Chuck Taylor himself and Dalton Castle who told me about it. But that was years and years ago, since then so much had changed.

Dustin and I got together later on in 2009 when he debuted in Pro Wrestling Guerrilla. I fell in love with him 14 years ago so why is it now that all of a sudden people have a problem with it?

My brain just couldn't seem to comprehend it. Yeah of course people change, everyone has changed, in 14 years we have both changed. Physically that is, through it all Dustin still had that sense of humor and smile that would light up a room.

Just then I heard the shower turn off. I quickly hid my phone pretending like nothing happened.

I then quickly grabbed my things and headed for a shower, Dustin could tell something was up I knew he did. “Is everything alright? You seem on edge” He asked, blocking me from entering the washroom to escape. “yeah , everything is fine, I’m just tired that’s all” I responded. Dustin knew I was lying straight to his face but decided to leave it.

***

The hot water felt perfect against my sore muscles, that match was definitely a brawl. Although I lost I was happy Saraya won. I remember when she got injured all those years ago, being able to help her get back in the ring after seeing what had happened made me happy. During the match I did not get pinned, Toni did which meant that I would get my rematch at some point and who knows maybe become a 2-time champion?

After I noticed the tips of my fingers becoming a bit pruney I got out, wrapping myself in a fluffy towel and finishing getting ready for bed.

When I returned, I saw Dustin under the covers, scrolling on his phone.

“Whatcha looking at?” I asked, as I jumped on top of the bed, joining him under the warm covers

“Nothing” He said, trying to hide the screen

“Okay then”

“By the way Matt was texting you when you were in the shower”

Shit, do you think he saw the texts from Matt? Looking at my phone I saw more messages from Matt. ‘What is wrong with people’, ‘I can’t believe this is still going on’, ‘I’m sorry that you have to deal with this Y/n’

I only now realized the sad look on Dustin’s face, he definitely saw them.

“What’s wrong honey?” I asked in a gentle tone, being cautious of my next words

No response

“You know you can tell me anything right? Whatever it is that’s bothering you, I can help you” I hated seeing him down like this. Tonight was supposed to be a night of celebration, not pity.

“Can I ask you something?” Dustin asked, with a sad puppy dog look in his eyes

“Of course, anything”

“Why do you love me? Why are you still with me when you could be with someone else. They can treat you better, what about Matt, you should be with someone like him but your stuck with me”

His words felt like daggers, it killed me.

“Well, I love you for many different reasons Dusty. You are kind, loving, you're really funny, I love everything about you. I think you forget just how long we have been together. You have been with me through everything. You were there when I got signed to New Japan, you were there when I founded bullet club. I remember how scared I was to move to Japan by myself, you were there for me, supporting me through it all even on the other side of the world. You are always so supportive of me and my crazy ideas. Heck, you believed in me when I said I wanted to start my own wrestling company. Do you know how ridiculous that sounds?”

“14 years is a long time”

“It sure is, and I wouldn't trade any of it. You are always looking out for me, protecting me, without you I would probably be in some Psych ward trying to get clean or let’s be honest dead. Do you remember that you saved my life, quite literally. You never once judged me for my problems, instead you helped me through them, every single one. You taught me how to love, I was broken, shattered into a million pieces and you put me back together. I don’t want to be with anyone else but you Dustin. I love you so much.”

“I love you too Y/n”

“Just look at us, sure yeah we have changed but to loved is to be changed. We have a son, I never wanted kids before you changed my mind. We have accomplished so much together. I love you for you, always have, always will. So stop reading that stupid stuff online, it doesn’t matter what they say. You are enough, don’t you ever forget it”

“Even if I’m fat now?” asked laughing to lighten the mood

“Shut the hell up boy, you are not and plus I love me a dad bod” I said laughing

“Thank you Y/n, sometimes I just need that reassurance” Dustin said as he shifted in the bed, laying his head on my lap.

“Anything for you my love. I will always love you”

“Always?”

“Always”

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