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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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plentyoffandoms · 8 months

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Day 3: Anal Sex 🎃

Chuck Taylor x f/reader

Requested by @legit9thlunaticwarrior

Kinktober 2023

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

Gifs do not belong to me. @legit9thlunaticwarrior

Dustin - Chuck Taylor

WC: 754

Warnings: Smut below the cut. Anal Sex.

"You have to relax, or it will be too painful, baby girl." I softly said to her as I kissed her between her shoulder blades.

I leaned back to reach for the lube that was on my bedside table. I took a huge glob of it and wrapped my hand around my cock and started to get it nice and slick so I can finally slide into her ass.

Speaking of her ass, once I was done making sure I was covered, I placed the tip of my thumb against her hole and pushed through the tight ring.

"Relax." I repeated.

"I thought you had done this before?" I am sure she told me she did.

"I have."

I removed my thumb and replaced it with two fingers, and worked them slowly inside to get her nice and ready for me.

"Then why are you so nervous?"

"Have you seen the size of your cock Dustin? It can hardly fit in my pussy, how is it going to fit in my ass?" I looked down at my hard cock. She had a point.

With my free hand, I gripped my cock and jerked it a few times as I removed my fingers from her ass. I placed the tip at her entrance.

"You know if this becomes too much for you, just say the word, and I will stop. Do you want me to stop?"

She shook her head no.

"Now relax and let ol'Dustin take care of you. Trust me, baby girl. I know what I am doing." I groaned as I started to push forward, almost forcing my cock past the tight ring of her entrance.

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I was practically bouncing off of her ass with how hard my thrusts were. I lifted her head off of the mattress. Her eyes were half closed, and her mouth was open with a bit of drool spilling out of the corner.

"Knew you would love my cock in this tight ass." I said with one hard thrust

"Dustin." She gasped. I spit in her mouth and made her swallow it.

I pulled back slightly, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her back against my chest. She placed one hand on my arm, and the other went behind her and gripped my hair.

I slowed down my pace until I was lazily thrusting into her. Muttering encouraging words in her ear. "Taking me so well."

"Feel so good, baby."

"Could stay in this ass day."

"So perfect for me, huh? Like you were made for me."

"Yes, Dustin. Made only for you." She whined.

I had to see her face. I pulled out of her and stood at the edge of the bed and pulled her towards the edge by her ankles. She let out a squeal.

"Dustin!"

"Trust me." I told her before I slid back in between her ass cheeks. I then placed my hands under her thighs and lifted her off the bed, with my cock still in her.

I walked us to the floor-length mirror, and I almost came at the look on her face and how wide she was spread so my cock could fit in her ass.

It took a bit but I got us in a good rhythm as I moved her up and down my cock like a sex doll or a flesh light.

I was close. Too close for my liking and I needed her to cum before me. "Play with yourself, baby."

The words were barely out of my mouth and she was already had two fingers inside her pussy, the other hand playing with her clit.

"Need you to cum. Need to feel you squeeze me, baby." I growled in her ear. The moment her ass squeezed around my cock, I was done for. I all but roared as I came.

My cock twitching in her ass. I saw her eyes go wide at the feeling of me coming inside of her, and she then let out a squeal as she thrust her fingers in and out of her pussy. She had a look come over her face, which I have dubbed the 'happy ending look'. My girl has cum for me, just like I knew she would.

I pulled out of her, and I felt myself twitch again at the sight of my cum leaking out of her abused hole.

"I need a shower." I looked into the mirror and I could see she was tired.

"Me too, love, me too."

Day 2: Floor Sex - Ethan Page ● Day 4: Missionary - Matt Jackson

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chvcklefvck · 1 year

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Truth

[The Best Friends/AFAB!Reader/OC]

Summary: A night with Chuck, Trent, and OC leads to many things being said, especially a confession from you that piques everyone's interest.

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI! oral sex [fem receiving], vaginal fingering, group sex, multiple orgasms, foursome, unprotected sex (i'm forgetful, if i did happen to not put something here give me a gentle nudge and i'll fix it!)

Word Count: 4,000+ (4321 to be exact)

A/N: I love Chuck Taylor... I mean I love all of them but I think you'll be able to see who my favorite is...

It is just you, Chuck, Trent, and OC. Danhausen has retired to his room, he said it was too late and he needed to rest, so you four are left sitting on the hotel room floor. You are laid out staring at the ceiling, hands resting on your stomach. Chuck is on the left of you, Trent on the right of you and Orange is across from you.

You shut your eyes momentarily, “We could play a game?” Your voice is soft and uncertain.

“That’s actually a good idea,” Chuck pats you on the shoulder, reassuring you, “but what?”

“Truth or Dare,” You suggest, regretting it almost immediately. Without thinking, you add onto the game, “But spicy.”

“Spicy how?” Trent’s brows furrow.

You’re caught in headlights. You shrug, “We can disregard that. If you want.”

“No, no,” Chuck is smirking, “That sounds fun. Unless you aren’t comfortable.”

“You guys are my friends, it’s fine. I trust you to not… go overboard.”

They all smile at you and nod. You sit up and rake your fingers through your hair, trying to think if this is actually a good idea. They suggest you go first, you did suggest the game after all, and you take a moment to think.

“Uh,” Your eyes cut upwards, “I pass my turn to Chuck.” This makes Trent and Chuck burst out laughing. “I can’t think of anything!”

“Okay,” Chuck smiles widely at you, and your stomach flips. ‘Oh God, he’s going to target me,’ You’re screaming to yourself. His eyes quickly flick to OC and you briefly untense. “I’ll start with Orange, since you seem concerned.” He places a hand on you. Your stomach flips again. “Truth or dare?”

Orange Cassidy’s eyes flick up to Chuck, looking a thim through his lashes. He shrugs, “Truth.”

Chuck gives him a toothy grin and decides to go slightly easy on him. “Is there someone in this room you’d fuck?”

“Yes.”

That was a fast response. Chuck does not ask him to elaborate. But, it does set the tone for the rest of the game. It’s now Orange’s turn and his eyes land on you. He’s looking at you over his sunglasses and your breath catches in your throat.

“(Y/N), truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

Trent lets out a groan, “This should just be called truth.”

Chuck, OC, and you give Trent a look. “Calm down,” Chuck swats a hand at him, “It’s the beginning of the game. Anyway, we gotta cut (Y/N) some slack.”

This lights a fire in you. You don’t change your answer, but you’re prepared to show them they don’t need to cut you some slack.

“Are you as innocent as you act?” Orange’s facial expression is unchanging, as if he isn’t interested in what you’re about to say. However Chuck and Trent look at you with bated breath. They seem interested.

Keeping a straight face, you hit them with a ‘no’. Trent and Chuck let out an ‘oh’ and Orange cocks a brow at you. You do not elaborate. If he wanted to know more, he would have asked more. It’s now your turn and you shift towards Trent. “Truth or dare?”

“I’m gonna make this easy on you,” He says in a playful tone, “Truth.”

“And you got mad at them for picking truth?” Chuck rolls his eyes.

You ignore Chuck and hit Trent with your question, “One of your biggest kinks?”

“Easy. Voyeurism.”

You stick that in the back of your mind, and hope that it will come in handy later. Trent rubs his hands together and looks at Chuck. “(Y/N) may be an easy target, but you haven’t gone yet, so truth or dare, Chuck?”

“I’m gonna change things up a bit here… Dare.”

Trent laughs, “Finally. Chuck, I dare you to confess something to the last person you texted.”

Chuck is quick to grab his phone, while asking “Like what kind of confession?” Before Trent can respond, Chuck sighs. Trent ignores the sigh and gives an answer.

“I don’t know dude. You text us and Danhausen. So stick to the theme if it’s us. Especially if it’s Danhausen actually.”

“Well you’re in luck,” Chuck skips over you and looks directly at Trent. “It happens to be someone in this room. Do you want me to text the confession?”

“Chuck, you ask too many questions.” Orange is leaned back against the wall, not caring to look at Chuck.

“Chuck, I don't care. As long as it’s a confession.”

You watch as Chuck grabs his phone and pauses. He’s in deep thought and begins to type. You wait for him to hit the send button. Your eyes go wide for the one moment the room is silent. Then a phone buzzes. You notice it’s yours, on the nightstand beside one of the queen sized beds.

Chuck, Trent, and Orange all motion for you to go check it and you slowly get up. As you walk towards your phone you can feel their eyes on you. You pick your phone up and check the message.

‘Don’t tell them, but we’ve all talked about you. How attractive we think you are. I’m not the only one who likes you.’

Your face heats up immediately. You’re stuck staring at your phone. Their eyes are still on you, and you are left wondering if they've been checking you out this whole time. You exhale slowly and try to seem unbothered.

“Well, what does it say?” Trent is the first to speak up.

“You didn’t say I had to share.” You give him a sly smile. You lock your phone and place it in your pocket, and walk back over to the group. You sit a little closer to Chuck than you had before and Trent notices. If Orange does, he doesn’t let it show.

Chuck is up again and his eyes are on you, “Truth or dare?”

You want to pick dare, badly. But, the fact that these guys seem ruthless… you stick with your gut feeling telling you to pick truth. Chuck places his finger on his chin and inhales sharply through his nose. “It’s okay, hit me with whatever you want. Like I said earlier, I trust you guys… For now…” Your eyes narrow playfully at Chuck.

“Ok, have you ever had to fake it?”

You’re shocked for a good fifteen seconds. And Chuck gives you a confused look. You finally answer the question before they can tell you that you don’t have to, but you do sound more embarrassed than you mean to.

“Yeah, actually,” you scratch the back of your neck, “I don’t remember a time I haven’t faked it…” You let out a nervous laugh. The awkwardness in the air could be absolutely sliced through and you briefly think about running. Fast and far.

“That’s sad.” OC is the first to speak up.

“Thanks.” You nod at him. There is more silence as you and Orange sort of give each other a nod. Then you break the silence, quite violently. “It wasn’t for lack of trying on my end.” You bring your hand up to your chest and they are all watching you. Chuck slides in with ‘of course’ and you carry on, “I’m just a Grade A people pleaser, in and out of the bedroom, and my last partner kinda… ran with that?”

The words suddenly don’t stop.

“I found myself faking many an orgasm just to get that fucker to take his hands off me and go the fuck to sleep. I mean? Someone can only enjoy missionary for so long! Especially if you’re gonna be so sloppy and only care about yourself!” You throw your hands up in the air, “And! And, that was my last boyfriend, I’ve been single for a while now-”

“You’ve never received any good head, or anything like that?”

“No!” You look at Trent and cross your arms, “It’s not your turn and you didn’t ask me truth or dare.” You look over at the clock on the nightstand and sigh, “Sorry guys… I shouldn’t have exploded like that. It’s getting late, I should probably head back to my room.”

You unfold your legs from under you and start to head towards the door. It’s silent again, but it’s not so deafening this time. Instead, it’s very calming. Giving you time to collect your thoughts. And your thoughts are ‘go the fuck to bed’. Your hand grabs the cool, metal handle of the door and you begin to open it.

“Wait.” Chuck stops you.

You freeze and turn your head over your shoulder, closing the door. You don’t think much about how he said it and almost think he’s going to apologize. You expect a goodnight and goodbye, but you don’t expect what’s about to come out of his mouth.

“You can stay if you want.” Chuck stands up and begins to make his way towards you. Your body turns completely towards your group of friends and you cock your head. Your back is almost against the door. Chuck reaches you, standing closer than you expect, and he leans down to your level. “In fact, we would love to help you release some of your frustrations.”

Your eyes almost bug out of your head. You muster the courage to finally talk, and in the quietest voice you ask, “Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?”

“I think I can speak for all of us when I say yes.”

“Okay.” It’s the only thing you can say. ‘Okay’. You feel silly for that being the only thing that comes from your mouth, but you can only process one thing at a time. And words aren’t that one thing when someone presents an opportunity like this to you.

Trent and OC are still sitting on the floor, their eyes watching you as they wait for what’s coming next. Chuck is standing in front of you, smiling widely at your answer. You bite the inside of your lip and swallow hard. You aren’t sure what to say or do now. You gave the okay, but…

“What now?” You can’t take your eyes off of Chuck.

“Whatever you want.”

You nod, “Okay, well I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about you three as well-”

“We’ll start there,” His voice is calming, reassuring. You’re grateful that he doesn’t pull you to the middle of the room, he’s giving you your space, while being practically on top of you. You feel safe. “What do you think about?”

“Uh,” You draw a blank. “I think- This is slightly embarrassing.” You let out a nervous laugh and hug yourself tightly. “I’ve never had my feelings cared for like this.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll take care of you.” Trent is smiling at you from his spot on the floor and OC nods.

“Alright,” You close your eyes tight. “I’ve thought about all of you fucking me. Especially Orange Cassidy. His cool, no cares attitude is very attractive.” You inhale sharply, holding your breath and your eyes are still screwed shut. You then squint one eye open and examine the room. Orange and Trent are both standing up now, and your stomach is flipping.

You try to relax and open your eyes all the way. You exhale slowly and wait for someone to say something.

“Orange, would you like to do the honors?” Trent is quick to ask when he realizes how nervous the quiet makes you.

“Of course,” He is smirking, a sight you are definitely not used to seeing, causing your stomach to fill with butterflies. He doesn’t move towards you at first, because you’re frozen where you are. No boundaries are going to be overstepped and you are thankful for that.

Chuck does end up grabbing your hand and asking quietly if this is okay. You nod and let him lead you further into the room. Once you meet Orange, your face is heating up and fast. Your whole body is burning and you are craving physical touch. Chuck lets go of your hand and you're staring at Orange’s sunglasses, trying your best to read his expression.

“Are you sure this is okay-” You start to ask them, “-this isn’t some ‘oh, we feel bad for (Y/N)’ thing is it?”

“I can assure you, this is more than okay.” Trent is the first one to talk. Chuck and Orange nod at the statement. “And we aren’t doing this ‘cause we feel bad for you, we want you to feel good.”

You nod and look back at Orange with curious eyes. He makes the first move. His hands cup your face, gently. You grab his forearms and are still trying to figure out what’s going through his head. You don’t have much time to think about it, as Orange moves in and begins kissing you. You’re quick to kiss back

His lips are soft and his movements are calculated and very much thought through. His tongue runs across the bottom of your lip and you open your mouth slightly. Orange takes no time to slip his tongue into your mouth. His hands move from your face and to your hips, and your hands move to around his neck.

You begin to maneuver yourself towards one of the beds and Orange does not fight that. You fall back on the bed and Orange is holding himself above you, his lips not leaving yours. Your hips buck into his and you let out a whine.

Orange moves his mouth from yours and to your jawline. He begins to move down to your neck, nipping and kissing the sensitive skin. Your hands are gripping his jean jacket and your legs instinctively wrap around his waist.

“Fuck,” Your voice is quiet, strained, “please- please fuck me.”

“Uh-uh,” You hear Chuck from across the room and look at him with wide eyes, “Not yet. We can’t fuck you without some foreplay!”

You throw your head back and groan. Suddenly, your legs are being pulled from down from Orange’s waist and he pulls himself up. He unbuttons your pants and begins to pull them down. You shimmy out of them and kick them across the room. Orange then goes for the waistband of your panties. His fingers slip under the fabric and he smirks as he touches your pussy.

“Already so wet…”

Orange’s fingers are slow to push past your folds. His eyes, behind his sunglasses, lock with yours and he begins to pump his fingers in and out of your cunt. You let out a whine and grab the sheets beneath you, balling the fabric in your fists. Orange moves down to your neck again and begins nipping and sucking on the skin. Your hips buck upward as his fingers pull out and you gasp when he pushes back into you.

He is quick to pick a pace and stick with it. Orange is not sloppy. He is anything but at the moment. You are a whining mess under him. You are begging for more, pleading that he lets you cum. You want release, one that only he can give.

“Orange,” You yelp out, “I’m close-”

You need not say more. His fingers move a little faster, his thumb moving to your clit. He rubs circles, methodically. Between that and his fingers pumping in and out of you, you’re ready to lose it.

You are sent over the edge. Your whole body tenses, and your hips buck one last time. You’re mumbling under Orange, no one can quite catch what you’re talking about. All they know is you’re seeing stars. Orange’s fingers slow down and he pulls them from you, as to not overstimulate you.

You are left alone on the bed, in only your panites and shirt. But you aren’t alone for long. The bed shifts behind you and your head is gently lifted up. You look to find Chuck positioning himself, your head in his lap and his hands on your shoulders. He gives you a soft smile and your stomach flips once more.

The bottom of the bed shifts this time, and you look down to see Trent sitting on his knee in front of you. Trent’s hands grab your thighs and you let him pull them apart. He doesn’t move them much, and once he’s situated between your legs, he gives you a curious look.

“You up for more?” He cocks his head at you.

“Yes!” It’s enthusiastic. And all Trent needs to hear. He is eager to pull your underwear down and you lift your hips to help the process. Trent begins to kiss your inner thighs, working his way up towards the throbbing heat between your legs. Once he reaches your pussy, he is soft and slow.

Trent takes his time with you. He is just about as calculated as Orange, if not more so. His tongue laps at you, taking all of you in he can. He focuses on your clit, and moves back to licking stripes up your pussy.

“You’re doing so good~” One of Chuck’s hands cups your face, his fingers ghosting over your cheek. You nod, the praise only pushing you further. Too hung up on Chuck’s words, you don’t realize Trent is helping himself as he eats you out. You only figure it out as he moans into you.

Your hips buck and you cry out his name. Your eyes lock with Chuck’s and he smiles at you. His thumb rubs down your cheek. Trent lets out another moan and you gasp, hips rolling.

“Close- Again-” Your hips begin to roll a little more violently. Your eyes roll back as one of your hands ball the sheets up again, and your other is gripping Chuck’s forearm. You let out a loud moan, before calling out Trent’s name. Your legs tense, tightening around Trent. He doesn’t seem to mind though. Neither of you can stop moaning long enough to even mind.

Your phone begins to ring from across the room and that doesnt even snap you out of the fucked haze you’re in. You don’t care to answer it, until Chuck mentions it’s ringing again. You groan and sit up once Trent pulls away from you. You notice Orange on the other bed, taking care of himself as well.

“I’ll grab it for you,” Chuck gives you a kiss on the top of your head and gets up. He grabs the phone from your pants pocket and brings it to you. You notice it’s Ruby and your eyes widen slightly.

“I forgot to tell her where I was-” You call her back without thinking, forgetting that Orange was still across the room rubbing one out. You sit half naked on the bed, waiting for her to answer.

“(Y/N),” Her voice is full of worry, “I’ve been worried sick-”

“I’m just hanging out with-” Orange lets out a quiet, muffled moan and your eyes shoot over to him. Your words taper off and you hear Ruby let out a huff. “Oh, sorry, I may not make it back tonight. It’s late and I’m- um, tired.”

“Yeah, I can tell, did I wake you up?” Ruby is less concerned now, but more curious than anything. Your pause is enough to make it click and she clears her throat, “Oh, did you meet someone?”

It’s not on speaker, but your phone is turned up enough for the others to catch what she’s saying. Chuck snorts, “Yeah, a few people.”

You freeze, praying she did not hear him.

“Was that Chuck?”

Chuck almost loses his mind. You let out a terrified squeak and resist the urge to just hang up. “Well I’m not going to say it wasn’t-”

“Yeah, I’m gonna let you go, just wanted to know you were safe.” And with a bye, she hangs up. You throw your phone down and yourself back on the bed. You grab a pillow and let out a loud scream into it. You lay there, silent, and put the pillow back. “Well, that went worse than I had hoped for.”

Chuck and Trent are trying not to laugh, and you pout at them. Chuck clears his throat and smirks at you, “I think I know a way to get your mind off that.” And just like that you remember why you’re still in their room.

“Please, I need that out of my head.”

Chuck is eager for his turn. You’re still sitting on the bed, and Chuck motions for you to scoot up, towards the pillows. You follow his instructions and he begins to undress. You remember your shirt is still on and are quick to remove it, along with your bra.

Trent and Orange are both resting on the other bed now. Leaving you and Chuck with the other one. You lay there, vulnerable and open. Ready for the taking. And for once, you don’t mind it. It doesn’t bother you that your body is seemingly on display for three of your friends. You’re having the best night of your life, and you’re glad it’s your friends giving you this experience.

Chuck is eager to begin. He takes his time with you though. He positions himself over you and you inhale deeply. He can tell you’re a little nervous still. He begins to kiss you, and every bit of anxiety seems to leave. Chuck is leaning over you, holding himself up with one arm, his other tracing down your ribs.

“You mentioned earlier not liking missionary, right?” Chuck asks, eliciting a nod from you. “It’s not my favorite either.” And with that, you’re flipped over. Ass up, face in the pillows. You gas. “Is this alright?”

You nod. You can get used to all of these questions being asked. You can get used to being this comfortable and enjoying every bit of everything happening.

Chuck starts to angle himself at your entrance, his hands resting on your hips. You look over towards Trent and Orange, who both seem ready for another round of whatever the fuck you four have going on. While focusing on them, Chuck takes the chance to slip inside of you. You moan out as soon as he enters, walls tensing around him.

He begins to slowly thrust in and out of you, “Be as loud as you want,” He leans over you, “I want to know how good I make you feel.”

You nod, words not working for the time being. Your breathing becomes heavy as Chuck picks up his pace. His thrusts are becoming slightly faster. Once he reaches a pace you are very reactive to, he sticks with it, not faltering even a little bit. You find yourself biting down on the pillow under you and as soon as you let it go, a loud pleasure filled sob rips form your throat.

“Fuck!” You wail out. Chuck keeps going. He’s groaning behind you, Trent and Orange are beating it once again, your cries of pleasure fueling their desires. The sound of skin hitting skin fills the room, along with the bed slightly squeaking under you. You can’t focus on those things though. You can only focus on what you’re feeling. You only want to focus on how amazing you are feeling.

Chuck’s thrusts become slightly off from what they were as he begins to feel euphoria himself. You can tell he’s growing close, because of the noises he’s starting to make. Not only are his thrusts growing a little sloppy, he is getting louder.

You lay under him, crying for more. Crying about how close you are. Crying for release. He gives you everything you’re asking for.

Chuck’s thrusts begin to speed up even more. He’s hitting places you’ve never even felt before and you’re left seeing stars. You scrunch up the covers under you one more time. Everything in you is tense. Chuck is keeping your hips up as it’s become hard for you to hold them up yourself. His grip on you is slightly bruising and you don’t even care. You hope it does bruise, you want nothing more than to feel this for days after it’s over.

One last cry rips from you as you finally hit the euphoria you’ve been looking for. The cry turns into a long, drawn out moan and you notice Chuck’s thrust slowing down.

“Where?”

You resist the primal urge to say ‘inside’, and quickly reply with “Stomach.” Before you know it, Chuck is no longer in you and you’re being flipped onto your back. Chuck grabs his cock and pumps it until he comes. Hard and fast and all over your stomach. It’s warm and sticky and you don’t even mind.

Chuck falls over beside you and you take a moment to take everything in. All of you are breathing loudly, catching your breaths. Your chest is heaving and you turn to look at Chuck. You realize it’s over. You begin to sit up and take yourself to the bathroom. “Um, thanks? I, uh- do you want me to leave?”

“No!” They all reply, but Orange sounds slightly less enthusiastic than his friends. Your mouth forms an ‘o’ and you look at all of them. Chuck shifts and you look back at him. “I mean, you can if you want. But it’d be very rude of us to make you clean yourself up and then go back to your room all by yourself.”

“So… I can stay here? Like, it won’t be an issue.”

They all let out a snort, “It’s fine. In fact I’d much prefer you stay.” You nod at Chuck. “Now, let’s get you cleaned up.”

“Can all of us fit in the bathroom?” You ask as you stand up.

“We’re about to figure out.”

You didn’t imagine the night ending the way it had. And you sure as hell didn’t think your morning would be starting this way. But you wouldn't change it for anything.

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grayson-baller · 1 year

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Chuck Taylor & Trent Beretta -- Headcanon

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warnings: smut--18+

word count: 558

pairing: fem!reader & Chuck Taylor & Trent Beretta

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masterlist: ++

tags: @shelickedthebeater @legit9thlunaticwarrior @stxrrlightwrites13

want on my tag list? send me a message

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prompts:

kink list:

2 -- threesome

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“You are such a good girl.” Trent praised, pushing fallen hair out of your face. “So fucking good for us.” His voice was low, mixed with the sound of a low growl.

You beamed at the praise, his words running heat through you, adding to the dripping mess between your legs.

Your eyes darted up to look at him—mouth too full to speak—and he met your gaze before smiling at you.

You hadn’t expected the night to turn out this way. It started with kissing and escalated from there. Not that you were complaining when they were stripping your clothes off you. Just like you weren’t complaining now, naked and on your hands and knees on your bed.

Trent was in front of you, fucking your mouth. One hand gripping your hair as you had your lips wrapped around him.

Chuck was in the back, fucking you from behind. One hand was on your hip, the other wrapped around and toying with your clit.

It was good. The fine mix of nearly too much and not enough all at once. The sound of various grunts and moans, mixing with the sound of flesh slapping.

“Damn straight.” Chuck praised, thumb swiping over your clit once more. You moaned at the sensation, hips rocking back against him. “Such a beautiful little thing, aren’t you baby? So fucking cute, and such a good little slut for us.”

You heated at his words. You never thought you’d like being called a little slut, but you couldn’t deny how much you liked the idea of being their little slut.

Even if it was just one night.

You moaned again. Trent swore under his breath, praising you once more at the vibrations.

“Is it good, baby?” Chuck teased, thumb swiping over your clit once more. He chuckled as you clenched around him. “Yeah? You like when I do this, huh?” He taunted, thumb swiping over you once more. “I can feel you clenching, baby. You’re real close, aren’t you?”

You nodded your head as much as you could. You moaned as Trent changed the pace up, swallowing down more of him.

You could feel drool on the side of your mouth. You weren’t sure how you looked, sure you looked as fucked out as you felt.

“Yeah, baby? You gonna come for us?” Trent asked, stroking your hair for you. While Chuck’s thrusts were rougher, Trent was softer. You could see the sweeter side of him coming out, even when fucking.

You enjoyed it. The contrast of the two of them, both of them controlling your body in two different ways. They both were using you, and you were absolutely getting off on it.

“Come for us, baby girl.” Chuck instructed. You moaned as your stomach tightened, clenching around him as you came.

Trent was next. He grunted, spilling in your mouth, whispering praise as you swallowed him down.

Finally, Chuck came. He grunted your name, before slipping out of you to dispose the condom.

Trent had reached for you, getting you settled in the bed. He wrapped an arm around you, kissing the side of your head. “Did so damn good baby.”

“You did.” Chuck agreed, laying next to you. He brought his hand to your hip, drawing circles on your skin. “Next time though, I get that pretty mouth of yours.”

#aew imagine #aew smut #Trent beretta smut #Trent beretta imagine #chuck taylor smut #chuck taylor imagine #zel writes

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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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legit9thlunaticwarrior · 1 year

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this one a little lot nsfw

'donna, how are you doing studying for your unit exam?'

i want dustin to help me study and keep track of what i'm getting right and that's the number of orgasms i get as a reward for doing good.

for each question i'm getting right, he calls me a 'good girl' and praises but he's really planning to make me stupid later-

#donna be talking #donna is in love with chuck taylor #chuck taylor #chuck taylor smut

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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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leahsflwer · 8 days

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˚ ༘♡ · Dating Headcanons (fluff/smut included)

˚ ༘♡ · [More to come]

[IN THE MAKING]

#orange cassidy #fluff #angst #smut #imagine #preferences #imagines #aew #aew collision #aew rampage #aew dynasty #aew liveblog #aew Orange Cassidy #best friends #chuck taylor #wrestling

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ur-fav-alien · 1 year

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Funky Again by Custard is so Orange Taylor domestic realness (none of these words are in the Bible)

#once again a very wack ass playlist #Chuck taylor #orange Cassidy #chorange #Orange Taylor #I think ‘Orange Taylor’ is a way better ship name than Chorange #like…. seriously?#one out of my next 3 fics will be Orange Taylor smut oOoOOoO #Spotify

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bullet-clubs-bitch · 7 months

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Enough

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.

Word count: 2215

Main Masterlist

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.

*****

“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”

****

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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Im really loving the chuck content i think its just so 😚🤌🏼

I was wondering if you could do another with him, i wanna give you free rein on it but i want it to be really smutty

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• what a bitch i can be — chuck taylor •

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{ summary } — a night on the town to celebrate kris’ new title win was surely to be eventful. with a couple drinks already in your system, dustin was in no mood for your bratty behaviour, so you decided to see how far you could push him until he finally snapped

{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact }, mentions of drinking, mild drunk sex, public teasing, cnc, submissive x dominant dynamic, spitting, degradation, humiliation, dumbification, dirty talk, bondage, rope play, size kink, daddy kink, ddlg, spanking, gags, fingering, finger sucking, brat taming, hair pulling, face fucking, oral sex { male receiving }, throatpie, cumplay, multiple orgasms, facials, male + female orgasm, forced orgasms, breeding kink, rough sex, penetrative sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, squirting, internal cumshots, vaginal creampie

{ word count } — 5k

{ pairing } — fem!reader x chuck taylor

{ genre } — smut

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your body buzzed along with the thick thrum of the bassline from the club speakers, tossing back another shot of whiskey, letting the honeyed liquid drip down your throat with a slight burn, the sensation warming your veins, like a fire pit nestled deep in your belly. it wasn’t a relatively large club, albeit, bright and colourful, decked from floor to ceiling in strobe lights, lasers and neon signs, mostly pinks and greens, it looked otherworldly, a far contrast the the dodgy looking alleyway it was so securely nestled in the back of, besides that it definitely fit kris’ aesthetic.

speaking of the alien girl, she remained by your side in the booth, clearly the alcohol got a hold on her far quicker than it did you, slurring her words slightly, offering you head pats and nose boops like she would any other occasion followed by a joyous giggle. her almost six foot tall frame, slumped over a half conscious orange cassidy, who sat cramped in the corner of the booth, idily nursing his own beverage, the drink too had him dozing in and out of reality, his cheeks flared a bright red with heat, lazily nudging kris’s head from atop your shoulder, his own head slumping into his palm with a drunken murmur to himself.

“y’know what!” kris began with an enthusiastic chirp not uncommon for her demeanour, still slurring her words with a contagious flair. both arms snaked around your’s and orange’s respective shoulders.

“i couldn’t have done it without you guys!” her words as incoherent as they were, still seemed to bellow over the thick ring of the music.

“i love you guys so much !” through her drunken sobs her body slumping forward slightly, trying to pet dustin’s shoulder in thanks, who was positioned at your side, her fingertips barely grazing the tops of his shoulder. she tried to repeat the process with a, quite frankly, more sober trent, pouting softly when she was unable to reach him, all the while orange was trying to peel the half empty beer bottle from his drunken friend’s hand.

dustin, in his own world it seemed, occasionally taking a swig from his beer, sitting idly about, he seemed out of it, not in a bad way per say. you stared up at him, all soft and doe eyed, glimmering with the mild intoxication that buzzed through your veins. you could not help but admire him, how incredibly handsome he looked, his hair had recently been cut, although you missed the shagginess of it at its longer length, his beard dark and coarse, with little flecks of grey hidden between tufts of deep espresso brown. the sight of him, although absent from presenting anything remotely sexual at the moment, seemed to make your thighs clench instinctively together, arousal burning in your belly.

you leaned your head into his shoulder, flirting through mutters of tipsy incoherence, a hand travelling to his thigh, stroking from his knee up to the axis of his hip. he stared down at you, a small scowl. a warning, albeit silent. on a normal night this would have surely put you in your place, cease your bratty actions once and for all. but no, not this night. tonight you desired him carnally, all raw, and primal, and god help whoever stood in your way of getting him, even dustin himself.

dustin went back to his conversation with trent, ignoring you for the moment, an act his should have avoided. under the table, your hand snaked from his thigh, guiding itself across his crotch, palming his cock through his jeans, feeling him stiffen up at the sensation, still not breaking conversation with trent. you felt a scowl form across your lips, the tingling taste of whiskey still lingered faintly. you increased the pressure of your hand for a moment, releasing when he let out a soft grunt, unbeknownst to the others on account of the loudness of the club, but you’d caught on right away.

he turned to you, eyes glaring with a look that surely could kill. he leaned down, the phantoms of his lips ghosting across the top of your ear, his breath tickling your skin, making you shiver in your seat.

“enough.” he replied sternly, feeling his cock harden with the small whine you emitted.

“but daddy…” you exaggerated the whine that left your lips, resting your head into his shoulder once more, pretending to be drunker than you actually were. you noticed dustin expression change slightly, the furrow in his eyebrows had deepened, as too did the scowl. he stood up, taking your hand tightly, almost a death grip, as the both of you shuffled out of the booth.

“we’re gonna head off now, this one’s had a bit too much to drink” dustin mentioned to the group, albeit trent was the only one sober enough to listen. you clinged to dustin’s arm trying not to make it painfully obvious that you were trying to position his hand between your thighs. trent stared blankly for a moment before coming too.

“i’ll drive you guys home” trent offered, having downed his last drink hours ago. “you guys coming?”

he mentioned toward orange, who sat slumped in the booth, sunglasses lazily hanging off the bridge of his nose, cheeks burning red with intoxication at he made eye contact with trent. you were not even sure why he was even wearing sunglasses in a club, and at midnight no less, but that’s just orange.

“we’ll stay back for a bit” he slurred. “gonna try to sober up”

he mentioned to a now unconscious statlander, having fallen asleep on the table, all the while orange pat the back of her head to try and soothe her out of her drunken state. the three of you bid them a silent farewell, in the form of a nod, orange wishing for you all to drive home safe before returning to tend to kris.

trent, dustin and yourself made your way out of the club, the spring wind a welcoming feeling against your heated cheeks, trent walked in front while yourself and dustin lingered behind just enough that he would not hear your ongoing whispers.

“daddy…” you whined again, the pulse between your thighs grew each time he stared daggers down at you.

“you’re so fucking lucky trent is here otherwise i’d fuck the brat out of you right where you stand” his voice, low, a growl set between clenched teeth. you piped down for the moment, remaining silent until the three of you reached the car, dustin holding the door for you as you drunkenly climbed into the backseat, him following suit.

trent started the route back to your place, silently concentrating on the road. eyes often shifting in the rear view mirror catching a glimpse of you slumped into the shoulder of his best friend. your head nestled into the crook of dustin’s neck, peppering tiny kisses to the skin, trying to gain a reaction from him, a moan, a grunt, anything that would pull him out of the frustrated spiral he was in.

his eyes fixated on you, another silent warning for you to cease your actions. the silence in the car was already awkward enough with trent being present. it surely did not help your current predicament, being all hot and bothered, a whirlpool of arousal between your thighs. in protest, placing dustin’s hand between your thighs, lightly beginning to grind your hips against his fingertips.

a small chuckle grew across his lips, pushing his fingers hard against your clothed clit, earning a small whimper on your part. he leaned into you once more, repeating those low whispers, the same he did at the bar.

“stop misbehaving or else.” he whispered, drawing circles into you clit

“or else what?” you responded meekly, trying to put on an unbothered, tough fecade although your words barely left your lips without a choked moan.

“i won’t let you cum for a week”

“maybe i want to keep teasing you” you remarked slyly at his threat, knowing it was indeed highly exaggerated. this man could not possibly live a week without making you orgasm.

“then be prepared for the worst week of your life”

trent cleared his throat, signalling the awkwardness in the car as he came to a halt in your driveway, deciding to completely ignore the statements made by the both of you, although the embarrassed red flush of his cheeks surely did not go unnoticed by dustin, who offered him a small apologetic glance in parting, practically dragging you inside.

once safe and out of sight inside, he had you pushed up against the doorframe, a hand wrapped around your throat tightly, his stare was devilish, unhinged, as if something snapped inside his mind. yet you could not complain, the arousal that flooded through you was more than enough to suffice.

“you got a lot of explaining to do, sweetheart” dustin mentioned, toying with the ends of your skirt with his free hand

“i don’t know what you’re talking about” you feigned ignorance through sputtered breaths, feeling your eyes already roll back into your skull at the sheer force of his grasp. his free hand slipped under your flowy skirt, the material so thin he could practically rip it, but refrained for now. two fingers pressed once more against your void, continuing to interrogate your already stimulated clit.

“do you think i’m an idiot, princess?” he pushed harder against your clit, leaving you squirming in his grasp, thighs tightening around his fingers. he rolled his eyes in disgust when you wouldn’t give him so much as a nod in response, prying his fingers away from your now soaked panties, releasing the grip on your throat much to your silent thanks, inhaling as much oxygen as you could, still choking and sputtering.

he said nothing, grabbing you by the scalp, a fistful of hair as he made you meet his gaze, a slap was all that roused you in that moment, harsh and fast it was, making your eyes water the moment he made contact with your cheek.

“when i ask you something you better answer me” was all he said, gripping your face in his large palm, still forcing you to look at him

“do you think i’m an idiot, princess?” he repeated, his voice sterner than last time, gaze fixated on yours with a mixture of fury and passion. all you could mutter was a solemn “no daddy” through a hoarse voice and teary eyes.

“then why do you treat me like one?” still no response from your part. even after another slap, nothing. you’d seemingly cowered into yourself, abandoning that bratty persona you’d adopted a few moments prior.

“what happened to that little brat i spoke to before?” he teased, tugging at the roots of your scalp. “guess my little girl doesn’t want my cock that badly”

you furrowed your eyebrows, frustrated with his incessant teasing, responded by calling him a bastard amongst a list of other defaming names. he only remarked with a chuckle.

“there she is” he joked. “get your ass upstairs, princess”

although he would not let you move on your own volition, instead opting to drag you up the stairs by your hair. although the act left your scalp sore and your mind throbbing with a possible headache, your cunt yearned for more, yearned for the mix of pain and pleasure it created. even when he came to a halt at the top of the stairs to open your bedroom door, his grip was still taut, a pleasurable sting. he dragged you into the room, still by your hair, throwing you onto the bed without so much as a worry for your safety.

you must admit you enjoyed this side of dustin, the more aggressive and assertive side of him, the one who could fuck you numb and degrade you constantly, have your legs shaking and leave you breathless writhing in a pool of your own warmth and his. his body hovered over yours momentarily, as if he were leaning in to plant kisses to your neck, you closed your eyes in waiting, only to hear the shrieking tear of fabric as he ripped your top clean from the seams. you gasped at the sensation of cold air hitting your skin

“dustin!” you broke your act momentarily, staring at the now ripped piece of fabric in his palm. he gave a small chuckle and tossed it to the floor at the foot of the bed.

“don’t worry i’ll buy you a new one” he dismissed the article of clothing, hands now retrieving the waistband of your skirt, tugging the fabric down your legs as you kicked off your heels. his dominant demeanour returned upon seeing the gorgeous matching set that adorned your figure. it was a canary yellow ensemble, the material sheer and lace on both the bralette and panties, embroidered with lace butterflies that laid atop the material.

his throat ran dry, gazing upon you as if you were an object of desire, in truth that’s how he felt in that moment, that you were merely an object for him to fuck. he gulped thickly, ignoring the constant pursuit to break the scene. he made no effort to remove your bra for the moment, simply repeating the process of sliding down your panties as he did your skirt. his fingers dancing over your clit for the moment, a faint sensation that simply made you unravel before him.

“i thought you weren’t gonna let me cum?” you questioned cocking an eyebrow playfully at him

‘tonight doesn’t count” he remarked bluntly, tracing circles against your clit like he had previously done in the car. your back arched, hips driving into the mattress and his fingers had barely touched you. feeling yourself beginning to write in pleasure

“stop squirming” he demanded, noticing you squirm into yourself. he let two fingers dip past your dripping folds. a soft exhale left your lips, body still disobeying his words, despite having repeated himself. without another word he pried his fingers from your warmth, much to your dismay as he had barely just begun. he was quiet, simply walking over to the closet, a treasure trove of not only clothes, but toys, rope, harnesses and so much more.

he was in there for a minute or so, your body slowly winding down from the lack of pleasure despite your protests and dustin’s previously stated orders, he surely would not like if he were to reemerge and find you touching yourself. he reappeared from the darkness of the closet, rope in hand. it was a simple brown twine rope, one that had left burn marks across your wrists many times over. still in silence, he made quick work in removing your bra, taking no time to admire your breasts as he bound your wrists, in front of you, pulling the rope taut, your breasts now pushed together, accentuating their fullness. it was now where he took the time to gaze upon you, how the swell of your breasts were so round hand full, your nipples perky and stiff from the chill of spring air.

you peered up at him, his handprint still visible across your cheek from where he had earlier slapped, though the reddening had depleted. he grew hard in his jeans once more just at the sight of you half-bound. it made him question if he should fully restrain you, leave you completely helpless and at his mercy. he refrained for now.

“what did i say to you before, princess?” still noticing your squirming, he fiddled with the leftover rope in his hand, about two to three metres left in length, quite easy enough to bind your legs if need be. it was a silent signal for you to halt your movements. you did. spreading your legs wide for him as a mild apology.

the silence had now flooded the room, not in an awkward way. he was commanding you without the use of his voice, it seemed to be more effective as something so simple as a glance with a stern expression could make you obey with in seconds. he let his finger slip into your warmth again, not even letting you adjust to the new sensation before he began to curl upward, hitting every spot that made you whine and beg.

“such a naughty little slut, making me tie you up and use you like this” his tone was soft, breathing lustfully in your ear, although passion reflected in his words his main goal was to torment you, make you cry and beg for release, overstimulate you to the point of tears.

his body once more over yours, free hand cupping your cheeks, offering light slaps to them each time your eyes began to wander elsewhere other than his.

“is this what you wanted, princess? to be fucked out and toyed with?”

no answer on your part, your cunt full of his fingers, dripping and sloshing with wetness, it was the only sound that drowned out his voice.

“i know it feels good, little slut, but you better fucking answer me or else i’ll stop”

not wanting the pleasure to end you whimpered out a small yes, eyes peering down to try and catch a glimpse of the way his fingers ruined you. only for him to redirect your gaze to his eyes.

“you look at me. nothing else. i wanna see your face as i ruin you, understand?”

he increased the speed of his fingers, making sure your mind was on nothing else but pleasure. your belly swirled in waves of arousal, cunt clenching around his large fingers, feeling them dip and curl into every crevice of your void.

“yes daddy…” you felt your mind empty, void of any thought as pleasure took over. dustin’s fingers were heavenly, how he could command and control you so easily. an almost rhythmic thrum was building between your thighs, even though your hands were tied, you made desperate attempts to push his hands away, whines and moans catching in your throat.

“what’s the matter? i thought you wanted this?” he mocked, adding a third finger for good measure, not stopping until you were dripping around him.

“daddy, please!” you cried, on the verge of tears, watching yourself spill around his fingers like a fountain. dustin smirked down at the site, licking a long, slow stripe against your folds, gathering your sweetness on his tongue, despite how sensitive you had become, your body jolted with pleasure.

he dragged you from the bed by your wrists, tugging the leftover rope until you were at his knees on the floor. still quiet, although that frightening scowl had returned, his fingers still dripping with your juices.

“i never said you could cum” he remained stoic, body looming imposingly over your frame. he parted your lips with his fingers, allowing you to sample your juices, tongue swirling around the tips of his fingers as you cleaned yourself from him. sucking lightly at his fingertips as he forced them down the back of your throat, earning a choked gag in response.

“just for that, you can choke on my cock, sweetheart” his tone was mocking and intimidating, prying his fingers from your lips, allowing you to barely get a singular breath of air in as he quickly stripped himself, only partially as his jeans rested mid-thigh on him. you kept your lips sealed, still trying to suck in breaths through your nostrils, earning yet another malicious chuckle from him as he lined up the tip of his cock with your mouth.

“open your fucking mouth” he demanded. “don’t make me force myself in there, princess”

still you kept your lips shut, squeezing them for added effect. dustin let out a faux defeated sigh, taking your head in his hand, resuming the hair pulling from earlier, beginning to guide his tip into your mouth.

“fucking brat.” he mumbled to himself with the clear intention for you to hear. spitting in your face as a form of degradation, the glob dripping down your chin and neck. upon realising you would not budge, he forced his cock past your lips, nestling himself in the back of your throat, in protest of your chokes and coughs as he gathered bundles of your hair in his palms.

“i warned you.” he reminded, making haste in destroying your throat, not offering a shred of sympathy as he began his movements. so rough and fast you felt as if you were going to pass out.

“there’s my little cockwhore. You love choking on my dick, don’t you?” no response was guarenteed given your current predicament, instead responding by hollowing your cheek with such a lovely effect for him.

his grunts and growls were supported by violent thrusts, ones that left you sputtering with spit dripping down your chin and around his size. oh how you wished your hands were free from such restraints, despite being tied at your front, there was little leeway in terms of movement, considering he held the rope taut in his hands, having looped it around his palm so that it shortened to its desired length, your hands barely in reach of his shaft.

you hollowed your cheeks the furthest they could go, constricting with pleasure around his cock, it was evident by the drawn out “fuck” he let out. a thin build up of sweat clung to his hairline, mouth hung agape with breathless pants, eyes fluttering shut, feeling him near his release.

he did not want the feeling to end, despite nearing his orgasm he wanted to prolonged the assault on your throat for as long as possible.

“fuck, youre such a fucking whore for me, baby.” he grunted with a particularly rough thrust. “you love this don’t you- oh fuck yes!, you love sucking daddy’s cock”

your eyes were glassy, waterlines rimed with tears as you peered up at him.

“have i fucked your throat nice and good baby? oh yes of course i have, there’s not a thought in that dumb little mind, is there?”

the sensation of his fingers digging into your scalp the closer he got to orgasm was insane, leaving your eyes rolling into the back of your skull as puddles of spit and precum filled the valley of your breasts. taking every inch of him until your nose was nestled in a mound of trimmed hair. he held you down for a moment, emptying his seed down your throat with one final thrust, keeping you there until he’d fully drained himself.

“oh fuck…” he moaned through a small gasp, pulling his cock from the warm dampness of your mouth. your cheeks full of his cum, having not swallowed any unless he gave explicit orders to do so.

“show me” he ordered. complying, you opened your mouth, letting his cum drip from your tongue onto your breasts, the glossy substance dripping down across your perky nipples. he stared for a moment, loving the way your round breasts heaved with every deep inhale.

“fucking whore. look at you, you look so happy to be covered in cum, don’t you? bet it gets you real wet, doesn’t it? wishing that your pathetic cunt could be full of daddy’s seed? is that it, sweetheart?”

he slapped you harshly, trying to rouse you from your cock-induced trance. your mouth still hung open, still patiently waiting for his next command. he leaned once more over your body, letting another glop of spit fall directly onto your tongue before closing your mouth, a silent order for you to swallow. you did.

his hand still entangled in your hair, dragging you once more to the bed, laying you face down this time. once more retreating to the closet after kicking off his jeans completely. your hands buried beneath your figure, trying desperately to stroke your clit for a few seconds while he was out of sight. he reemurged with a pastel pink ball gag and some extra rope just incase he needed it, pulling your hair back as he fastened it in your mouth, spit leaking from the corners.

you tried your best to turn and see what he was doing, him having maneuvered your legs so they laid apart, securing each of them to the bed frame with the extra rope.

“can’t have you running away from me now can i?” he chuckled sadistically, securing the final knot around your ankle. the mattress dipped with his weight, forcing your head down into the mattress. “now, shut the fuck up and take my cock”

you were complicit, you had no other choice. your words restrained by the gag, even if you were to speak, your words would be muffled and choked. he slammed into your cunt with ease, a feeling that caught you off guard momentarily as he gave you no prior warning or no time to adjust to his size. you could feel him in the pit of your stomach, his cock driving into the mattress through your skin. your body buzzing, the intoxicating effect of the alcohol had worn off, now replaced with an burning insatiable lust for him. his large hand held you in place all the while his cock absolutely destroyed you. the feeling unlike any other.

your screams of pleasure muffled against the gag, face hot and clammy from crying out, tears formed a puddle in the sheets. dustin cocked his head, raising an eyebrow in faux concern, feeling the warm pulse of your sensitive cunt begin to rise.

“don’t you start crying on me. this is what you wanted” he growled heightening the force of his thrusts.

“you asked for this princess, otherwise why would you’ve been such a fucking tease back at the club?”

your mind grew fuzzy, pleasure taking over as it did when he had his cock shoved down your throat. thighs beginning to shake, completely numb to the orgasm that rushed through you, soaking dustin’s cock and the bedsheets below.

“oh, princess. you can’t have cum that quick” he mocked, adoring the wet sound of skin on skin. “c’mon, i know you got another one in you”

he continued to fuck you through your second orgasm of the night, slowing down momentarily until your arousal had plateaued before speeding up his momentum again. you spoke something along the lines of “daddy, no more” although they were incoherent due to the gag. he could sense your orgasm building once more, your hips bucking back to meet his thrust, fingers clutching and grasping at air trying to toy with yourself. dustin loved the way your plump ass jiggled with his movements, spanking it roughly with a resounding smack that reverberated around the room. the pulse had returned, stronger than ever around his cock, he could feel himself slipping from such a dominant persona, hearing you whine and scream for him.

“that’s it you pathetic slut. c’mon milk my cock. you want all of daddy’s cum don’t you? be a good girl and take it all of it”

you laid, practically motionless beneath him aside from the occasional jolt whenever he gave a particularly rough thrust. feeling yourself give into the wonderful abuse of his cock. sweetness gushed around his length, unknown to you, mind too fucked out to even comprehend your orgasm. he’d noticed though, smiling down at the pool of wetness between your thighs, it only seemed to spur him on more, fucking you with the most absolute brute force he could muster, before succumbing to his own orgasm.

thick ribbons of his cum filling you to the brim, leaking down his shaft even before he had the chance to pull out of you. he gave a final grunt, praise without words it seemed, his cock coated in your sweetness as well as his warmth. he was gentle with his movements, quickly undoing the ropes from you ankles, flipping you over so he could do the same with your wrists. removing the gag from your mouth in quick succession, smoothing back some of the hairs that clung to your forehead with sweat.

“it’s ok sweetheart, you’re safe. i’m here now” he peppered a gentle kiss to the tip of your nose, following it up with a longer one to your lips

“my sweet girl…you did so well” he joined you on the bed, cradling your head in his chest, allowing you to listen to the soft thrum of his heartbeat.

“you alright, princess? i didn’t hurt you too bad did i?” his words soft, lulling you out of the minor trance you’d fallen into. his thumb daintily swiping across the top of your cheek, where the faint remnants of his handprint remained

“i’m fine…” you muttered somberly, nuzzling into his chest. “i’m sorry for the way i acted”

truthfully you did feel embarrassed about the way you’d acted, especially in public too, god knows what thoughts were going through poor trent’s mind during the car ride home, knowing he’ll have to deal with an equally, if not more embarrassed dustin tomorrow. you wondered to yourself if he had the heart to tell orange and kris the real reason dustin and yourself had left so early

“hey, sweetheart, don’t worry. its okay.” his arm snaked around your shoulder, squeezing it softly for reassurance.

“i know i just can’t help but feel embarrassed. especially for the others”

“orange and stat were probably too drunk to even realise, and trent has had to deal with a lot worse, trust me he’ll get over it”

his statement put a smile on your face, even for a moment as you relished in his warmth. feeling your breath begin to stabilise. he held you close. he did not need to but felt as if he had to, especially after such a violent and aggressive scene. he let you just relax into him, smoothing the flyaways of your hair down with his palm, cleaning any makeup that had smeared on your face.

“c’mon, lets get you cleaned up, and then we’ll lay on the couch and watch your favourite movie. how does that sound?”

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i’ve sent this request to a lot of people bc i’m a junkie

i’ve been having a reoccurring fantasy of getting completely dominated by cash wheeler and chuck taylor. like dumbification levels. imma leave the degrading and nicknames to you but just 🥵🥵🥵🥵

Chuck Taylor x f/Reader x Cash Wheeler (18+)

Main Masterlist ♡ AEW Masterlist ♡ Cash Wheeler Masterlist ♡ Chuck Taylor Masterlist

Warnings: Some swearing. Descriptive sexual acts. Minors do not read. Unprotected sex. Just pure smut under the cut. Spitting. Anal, cum swallowing. Oral sex (m receivin) P in V, P in A. Double Penetration

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

Gifs and photos do not belong to me. 1st gif @allelitewrestlings

I hope you like it

WC 926

Summary: f/Reader has a night they will never forget with Chuck Taylor and Cash Wheeler

Chuck Taylor - Dustin ☆ Daniel - Cash Wheeler

YN'S POV:

My eyes felt like they are permanently in the back of my head from the pleasure and pain these two men have been doing to my body for hours, and I mean, hours now.

Our bodies are covered in sweat and cum. Their cum leaking out of me and onto the mattress below.

Or in this case, right now, Dustin's lap as he is bouncing me on his lap, his cock lodged deep inside of me, his one hand playing with my over-sensitive clit, bringing on my next orgasm of the night.

My mouth fell open, ready to scream his name as my body started to shake when a cock was shoved down my throat, making me gag from the sudden intrusion.

Daniel grabbed the back of my head and fucked my face as hard as he could, coming down my throat as he continues to fuck my face. "Oh lord," He groaned as he shot rope after rope of his warm cum. He pulled out of my mouth, demanding I show him I swallowed it all.

I happily opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue and he hummed his approval before he spits into my mouth and told me to swallow it. I did as he asked and he and Dustin both groaned.

Dustin gripped my face, hard in his hand as he continued to use me like his own sex doll.

"Look at me you little cum-whore." Dustin said.

I looked at him through hooded eyes, the pleasure hazing my mind once more and he just chuckled. He looked over at Daniel, who is sitting in the chair next to the bed, his cock in his hand as he slowly jerked it off, enjoying the view.

"You see this bitch?" Dustin said as he turned my head to face Daniel. Daniel chuckled and shook his head.

"Completely fucked out, just like the dumb whore I knew she could be." I groaned softly at the name Daniel called me.

Dustin let go of my face and pulled my almost limp body off of him. I found my face being pushed down into the mattress, ass up as he slammed into my ass.

I screamed out from the mix of pain and pleasure. "Shut up, shut up. Fuck, you're only our fuck-hole until we are done with you." Dustin moaned through gritted teeth as he hunched over me and fucked me even harder.

I had tears streaming down my face as he fucked me, the two of them laughing at me as they called me a crybaby.

I knew if this all became too much for me, I could just say the safe word, but I told them I could take whatever they threw at me and fuck, I wasn't gonna back down.

Dustin all of a sudden pulled out of me and pulled me back off the bed by my hips. Daniel quickly got on the bed and pulled me into his arms.

His cock was hard once more as he gripped it and placed it against my dripping pussy. I slowly sunk on him, groaning at the feeling of his cock in me once more.

Daniel gripped my ass and started to thrust up into me, my mouth hanging open as he leisurely fucked me.

It wasn't just the two of us for long. I felt Dustin push me to lay on Daniel's chest and I felt his cock at my other hole.

Daniel stopped moving, keeping his cock inside of me as Dustin slowly pushed his cock back into my ass. I am gasping for air, never felt this full in my life.

"You are being our good girl aren't you baby? Yeah, taking both of our cocks in your sweet little holes at once." Daniel said as he planted his feet firmly on the bed and pounded up into me.

Dustin barely waited as well to fuck my ass.

The only sounds in the room are them fucking me, my slight gasps and the degrading names that are flying out of their mouths, which had me wanting to hear them call me them outside of this bedroom.

"Dirty girl."

"Cum-whore."

"Fuck-meat."

"Our property now. These holes belong to us, huh Daniel?" Daniel groaned in agreement with Dustin. Dustin pulled my head back to look down at me, but I was gone. He chuckled at the look on my face.

"Our whore is cock-drunk." Daniel growled.

"So good," was all I could get out before I came, my whole body shaking as I fell against Daniel's chest, blacking out from the pleasure.

I wasn't out too long as I felt both of the cum and shout my name. I cried out as Dustin fell on top of me, making Daniel go even deeper into me if that was possible.

Their bodies were twitching as they came, their mouths open, gasping for air. My own body was still trembling from the aftershocks of the pleasure.

I expected them to pull out, but they didn't. I heard them both chuckle as they started to move back and forth, the shock evident on my face that they were both still hard.

"We got all night to fuck you." Daniel smiled at me, making me realise that they took something to stay hard like this and go all night.

"Once we are done with you, you are gonna think of nothing but our cocks, just like the cock-craving bitch we know you are." Dustin groaned out.

"Gonna make sure that you don't forget us."

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