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thesupreme316 · 1 year ago

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darius martin x female reader??? the reader is an uncomfortable situation at the club and she rushes off to find a safe person and she spots darius and he helps her fend off the creep.

Trustworthy (Darius Martin X Fem!Reader):

Summary: How does Darius help you when you start to feel uncomfortable at the club?

Word Count: 2.2K (big boi)

Supreme Speaks: Thanks to @hooks-martin for being patient and requesting this scenario. Also back to back uploading (look at me). Again, my inbox is open to everyone (just be patient with me plz). I hope everyone is doing well and please remember that you are loved and appreciated.

Warning(s): *slight trigger warning: harassment*, proofread I think, eddie getting tossed out of a club

Taglist: @hooks-martin @wwenhlimagines @sheinthatfandom @hookerforhook @triscillal

“But why?” You whined while being shoved in the bathroom with a change of clothes. “I told you that I just want to stay home tonight!”

“Chick, I said we’re going clubbing which means we are going clubbing!” Willow said slamming the door shut. “When you open this door in the next ten minutes, you better have that outfit on!” Her footsteps starts fading away as you groaned.

You love Willow, you really did. You love her to bits and pieces. But sometimes you wonder why you allowed her to drag you places. Willow knew that you disliked the club, but she also knew that you couldn’t say no to her. To celebrate her recent championship win, she wanted to take her closest friends to the club for a night of quote-on-quote “fun.” You’re not a wrestler. But you did enjoy watching it, and your best friend kick ass. Because of her being in the profession, you were able to build more friendships and even go backstage to various events.

“I never agreed to go, Willow! Why do I have to go?” You said as you started to look at the outfit. It wasn’t a bad fit, Willow has style.

“I already paid for the VIP section and you don’t wanna waste my money, right? Besides, if you don’t go, you can just Zelle me like 35 dollars.” Willow said in a sing-song voice. You rolled your eyes before putting on the outfit. Again, it wasn’t a bad dress, you’re just surprised how well it hugged your curves and complimented your skin tone. Looking at the mirror, you sighed once more before exiting the bathroom to find Willow talking to Dori (Ruby Soho).

They both turned to you with wide eyes. “Yes ma’am!” Willow shouted, “I did a great job!”

“You look absolutely stunning,” Dori said with a smile. She made her way over to you, putting her arm around your shoulder. “Do you have a boyfriend?” She asked, making the three of you laugh.

“Damn, by the time we get back from tonight, she might,” Willow said giggling. “Now, go put on your heels before we’re late.”

You walked over to the bed and started to put on your heels as you started to speak. “So who’s gonna be there?”

“Us, Eddie, Adrienne (Athena), and James (Orange Cassidy). Other people from work will also be there, but in terms of the VIP section, that’s it.”

—Time Skip; 45 minutes later—

Arriving at the club, you three met up with Eddie, James, and Adrienne who were sitting in the VIP section. Adrienne jumped up to give you a big hug as James and Eddie complimented you.

“Lemme know if you find a charger. My phone’s nearly dead.” James said as Eddie agreed with him.

“Y’all don’t charge your phones?” You asked.

“No, just like other people’s hopes, we let dem die. But because we might be able to see you get lit or go home with someone, we wanna be prepared.” Eddie cackled as you sat next to him, rolling your eyes.

The music started to get louder, making Willow, Adrienne, and Dori run out on the people-filled floor. You never thought you would see the sight of people bumping and grinding to Timbaland, drinks being passed around, and drunken idiots getting carried out again (see what I did there? Timbaland and Carry Out-). The lights were switching colors, bouncing from red to green to blue and repeating. Your nerves started to take over as your leg began to bounce. Eddie and James looked over at you in concern.

“If you don’t like clubs, why are you here?” James asked.

“Willow dragged me here. Besides, I want to be here for her celebration.” You answered, roaming your eyes over the crowd, making sure that your friends are safe.

“Well, you’re a damn good friend for stepping out of your comfort zone.” Eddie started. “But, dude, you’ll never have a good time just sitting here with us. You need to get up and experience the dance floor at least a couple of times.”

“Wise words from the Mad King,” James said taking a sip from his glass.

“I’ll get up when a song that I know plays.” You said crossing your arms. Well, at that moment, you were about to eat your words as Yeah by Usher (or your favorite club song) boomed through the club. Although you disliked the club, you couldn’t help but love this song and its vibe. The color drained from your face as Eddie loudly cackled at you. Adrienne and Willow made eye contact with you as you started to shake your head. “No, no, no.”

The girls made their way over to you, grabbed you by your arms, dragged you out of the section, and laughed as they brought you out to the middle of the floor. The bass of the song started to kick in your ears and the vibration of the place made you damn-near stumble. Willow shouted at you, with her voice and words just barely registering in your ears and mind, “Dance with us!”

As the song progressed, you started to feel the beat more and allowed it to take over your body as you danced with your friends. Little by little, your feelings of nervousness began to disappear. A smile appeared on your face as you were singing along to the song with Willow and Dori. Even though the song began to end, the vibe and energetic aura did not go anywhere as another fast-paced song started to play.

To your shock, you felt hands on the small of your back, making you jump toward Adrienne and Dori. You quickly turned your head to see a random man with a surprised look. He was a little bit taller than you, not by much, with a dark ensemble on. He stepped closer as he began to talk. And suddenly you were reminded of why you don’t like clubs.

“My bad ma. Just wanted to dance with you.” He said.

“Oh, no. I’m good! Thank you though” You said with a forced grin as you continue to sway.

He smirked as he said, “Are you sure? I’m sure a woman like you would like to dance with a man like myself.”

Adrienne spoke up, stepping in between you two. “Hey, she said she’s good. Now, back up before-“

“I mean I can dance with you too, sweetheart. There’s enough of me to go around.” He said making her livid.

“Adri, I’m fine. Imma go get some water.” You said to her as you started to walk towards the bar. To you, the worst thing about the club was the confidence it gave to everyone, especially the douchebags who think they’re hot shit. Some people didn’t know how to take no for an answer, that was sad (and more so pathetic). And to be honest, that small interaction just drained your energy.

Although the music was still booming throughout the club, it was a little bit quieter at the bar. So you decided to sit there, just to catch your breath and build up your social meter. You sat at the bar and asked the bartender to give you bottled water. You took a sip from it as someone sat next to you.

“Well, babe, if you wanted a drink, all you had to do was say so.” A deep voice said. You looked over and it was the same guy from earlier with the biggest smirk ever. You mentally groaned and thought to yourself it was gonna be one of those nights.

“I just felt a little thirsty.” You said taking another sip of your water.

He got up slightly and leaned down to your ear and whispered, “Well, I have something else that is much more refreshing than that water for ya.”

What the fuck?

You almost spat out your water at how disgusted and shocked you were. You put down the bottle and faced him. “Listen, I was trying to be nice but you’re not taking the hint. I’m good by myself, strictly by myself. Enjoy your night though.” You said very firmly.

“Yeah, but I figured that you would be so much better with me.” He winked at you. He continued to talk about himself as you were trying to search for your friends. You couldn’t find any of them. Dori, Willow, and Adrienne? Gone from the dance floor. Eddie and James? Were no longer in the VIP section. You decided to get up and start looking for someone, anyone else who could help. “Oh did you want to dance again baby?”

“Leave me alone!” You said sliding past through people with him hot on your trail.

“You know this is not a good look for you babe. If you keep being like this, you’re gonna end up alone.” He said as you pretended to gag. “Come on, let me show you a good time.”

“Well, I rather be alone than to be with you.” Your eyes were trying to scan for a safe space. You feel like you reached a dead end until you spot this dude against the wall. He had on a white T-shirt with black jeans. He looked tall and intimidating as his arms were folded across his chest. You immediately rushed to him, momentarily losing the other dude. You nearly collided with the man with how fast you were borderline jogging, “Hi, I’m so sorry to bother you. But there is a guy following me and I don’t know where my friends are.”

He looked down and his cold gaze melted at the sight of you. “I assume he’s wearing all-black.” He said as you nodded. He ushered you behind him and faced the man, who was approaching you two. “Hey dude, back up. She doesn’t want you near her.”

“Hey bro, you don’t know what you’re talking about. That girl is gonna-“

“Do absolutely nothing with you. Now, either you leave her alone or we can fight right now.” He said stepping closer and looking down at the creep. The creep immediately backed off and walked away, muttering words under his breath. You exhaled, letting out a breath that you didn’t even you were holding. “Are you okay?” He asked, looking back at you.

“Much better. Thank you so much, again, I’m sorry to bother you.”

“Please, no gorgeous woman bothers me. I was getting bored over here anyways.” He said making you giggle. “But just a question; how did you know I’ll help?”

“Well you looked very intimidating so I just thought I’d ask. You just look trustworthy…especially because of your keychain.” You said motioning towards the lanyard that was hanging out of his pocket that said “Fuck racism” with various decorations. “Don’t worry, I think it’s cute.”

“I forgot I had that on me.” He chuckled as he scratched his neck. “But I gotta ask what is your name?”

“Y/N. And what is my darling knight’s name?”

“I am sir Darius.” He said while bowing, making you giggle again.

As you two talked going on for 15 minutes, you found Darius to be a sweetheart rather than an intimidating and brooding man, a very handsome one at that. He worked with AEW along with Willow, so it was very surprising that you haven’t seen him around. He was also dragged out to the club by his friends (that are almost drunk beyond belief).

Although you two literally just met moments before, you felt like you have known him for a while. His caring and funny personality made you so comfortable.

Then that conversation turned into a dance. Then that dance turned into a couple of more dances. You began to enjoy your time here again as Darius kept you entertained and smiling from ear to ear. As you were dancing with Darius (very closely might I add), Dori popped up with Adrienne at her side.

“Y/N, where have you b- Oh hey Darius,” Dori said, making Darius smile and wave. “Well, since you’re with Darius, I know that you’re okay. But we’re gonna leave, James and Willow are drunk and Eddie is being kicked out.”

You stopped dancing, “For what?” Then you heard a glass break followed by cursing and New York slang being thrown around. You only assumed it was Eddie in the distance.

“He found that guy was being rude to us earlier,” Adrienne said with a small sarcastic smile. “You coming with us?”

You looked at them and then back at Darius, who gave you a soft smile. “Um, you guys go ahead. Imma stay here for a little bit longer.” You said making Dori and Adrienne smile. They nodded before walking away. You looked back at Darius (with a glimpse of Adrienne giving Dori some money), and your smile grew as you laid your head on his chest with the two of you swaying to the slow song in the background.

"I know I keep saying thank you. But I really do mean it, Darius."

"Don't worry Y/N, it's no problem. I can always be there to protect you."

Even though this night had its ups and downs (more downs than ups), you found yourself actually enjoying the club.

All thanks to Darius, your trustworthy knight.

#aew #all elite wrestling #all elite wrestling imagines #darius martin #darius martin imagine #darius martin x reader #top flight #aew top flight #aew imagine

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dirtywrestling · 2 years ago

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Female reader going without a bra in house wearing Orange Cassidy's jacket just to tease him.

Pairing: Orange Cassidy x Female!Reader

Warnings: 18+ Blog, Teasing, Cursing.

Commissions: Closed

Imagines: Open

"What are you doing?"

Spinning around with your coffee in hand you smiled at your boyfriend. "Having coffee?" You answered in a confused questionable voice.

"No, I mean what are you doing?" His blue eyes looked you over. You were in nothing but a lacy thong and his denim jacket, covering your bare breasts.

You couldn't help but to giggle as Cassidy stared at you. "Take a picture, it'll last longer Cas." You placed your mug down on the counter.

"Oh, I'll do more than take a picture." He stepped towards you. "I'll take a damn video if I please." He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to him. "Look so sexy in my clothes." He pressed his lips against your mouth, kissing you. A soft moan left your lips as you tussled your fingers through his blonde hair.

#orange cassidy #orange cassidy imagine #wrestling imagnie #wwe imagine #wrestling imagines #orange cassidy fanfiction #imagines #wwe imagines #aew imagines #wrestling blog #wrestling stories

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legit9thlunaticwarrior · 3 years ago

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Hi!! Thought I’d drop a request in for an Orange Cassidy fluffy one shot :) Maybe a revealing of feelings type of deal.

Please and thank you!

glad to contribute to OC tags on here

|remember to leave feedback and i love all you heathens|

‘I Am A Little Thirsty’ Orange Cassidy (James) x fem!reader

^they say your best friends know when you are in love. this was no different; kris and donovan help the reader finally tell james how she feels^

- appearances by- danhausen (donovan) i nickname him DD, wheeler yuta (james yuta) for the sake of funky nicknames he is yuta, chuck taylor (dustin) - i make a weird amount of juice/orange jokes - Y/N/N : your nickname, Y/L/N : your last name

Y/N POV:

Though I wasn’t in it, I was pretty much friends with everyone in Best Friends. I was close to Donovan and Kris the most. Them both being like my siblings I told almost everything too. I was helping Donovan with his makeup as usual when he asked me, “Sooo you and James huh?” I stopped myself just in time before I poked his eye out from being caught off guard. I felt the nerves creeping up, “I have no idea what you’re talking about, DD.” He scoffed at my lie. “Don’t try it Y/N/N. We all know you’re into each other.” Just then Kris came into the locker room. “Why does Y/N look like she’s seen a ghost?” Kris questioned. “Kris, please tell our friend here how obvious it is that her and James are in love with each other?” She came over and sat on the vanity, “We knew you liked him BEFORE you told us.” I rolled my eyes and went back to doing DD’s makeup, “Yeah, well that’s me. What makes you two think the feeling is mutual?” DD spoke up, “Because he asks about and for you a lot, his comments on your social media, the way he looks at you, and he wants you in Best Friends; presumably to be with you more often.” Kris cut in, “You two act like a couple already. Sitting in his lap, your head on his shoulder with his arm around you for car rides, you wear each other’s merch more than anyone else and you’re the only person he lets wear that denim jacket. Not to mention your name in his contacts: ‘main squeeze <3’” There was no chance in hell I could hide the blushing. I had always felt like he was responding to my flirting but I thought he was just being nice. The confirmation from two people I know would never lie to me made everything fall into perspective. As I finish up the signature Danhausen makeup, I knew I had made up my mind: “After the show, I’m talking to him. Neither of us have matches so I can focus on what I want to say.” The two looked at each other with equal amounts of shock and excitement. We continued talking until it was showtime. I got to stay back and wander since I wasn’t on the card tonight. I had met up in catering with my other favorite James, though I just call him Yuta and he calls me by my last name. “Hey, Y/L/N! No match tonight?” he asked. I shook my head, “Nope, so I get a gentle night on my body.” “Well I hope I’ll make good company.” I put my hand on my chin in fake thought, “Hmm I don’t know. Maybe I should go find Dustin.” He puts his hand on his heart in fake hurt. I nudged his shoulder, “I’m kidding, Yuta. You know I like you more.”

Yuta and I talked for a while until I felt a tap on my shoulder and noticed a knowing smirk on Yuta’s face. I turned around to see James standing there, looking rather nervous. “Hey Y/N, can we go for a walk? I wanna talk to you about something.” I turn back to Yuta for a hug and he whispers in my ear, “This is your shot.” I completely ignore the fact that it seemed that everyone knew about my little crush due to my nerves spiking. I turned back to James and he led me out of catering and out of the arena completely. He was dressed normally: merch shirt, jeans, denim jacket, and sneakers. The only thing missing was the sunglasses, giving me the chance to look at his oh so beautiful eyes. We had stopped walking and he turned me to look at him. “You look really pretty tonight.” I blushed, “You don’t look too bad yourself. So, what did you want to talk about?” I saw his demeanor change from cool and confident to nervous and jittery. “Yes, right, uh,” he took my hands in his and looked at me “Y/N, I really like you. Since you came to AEW and I saw you for the first time, I fell in love. When you made friends with everyone in Best Friends, I was so excited because it meant I could be close to you, I even talked to them about getting you to join so I could be even closer to you.” I took in what he was saying and I felt butterflies. He does feel the same! I’m hearing the words come out of his mouth! “James, I was going to talk to you about the same exact thing later tonight.” He looks at me confused, “What do you mean?” I smiled and put my hand on his cheek. “I was going to tell you how I feel. I’m in love with you too. I thought you would flirt back to be nice. Kris and Donovan told me you liked me too but hearing it for myself confirms everything.” I feel his forming smile under my hand. “I know this isn’t the most elegant way of saying this but will you be my girlfriend?” I nodded, “Yes James. I would love to.” He put his hands on my cheeks gently, “Would it be too forward to ask if I could kiss you?” “Well I am a little thirsty.” The laugh he let out was music to my ears. “You did not just say that.” I smirked, “And what if I did? Are you gonna quench that thirst or not?” He leaned down and kissed me deeply. It felt like the world stopped and everything made sense. When we finally pulled away, he looked into my eyes, “I love you, my main squeeze.” “I love you too.” He saw me shiver and took his jacket off for me to wear. “Maybe I should get you a matching one?” I cozy up in it as if it was the first time, “Or I can keep stealing this one?” He rolled his eyes and smiled.

We went back into the building hand in hand. When we got back to catering, the heads of all our friends turned to look at us. “Well it’s about damn time!” Kris said first. James wrapped his arm around me from the side as we went over to them. “Now there’s a reason she’s the only one to wear that jacket besides him.” Yuta added.

When it was time to go back to the hotel, I left with James and the smile never left my face. Leaving the arena as the luckiest girl in the world to have a freshly squeezed boyfriend after all the mutual flirting and nervous confessions.

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#donna writes #aew #orange cassidy #james cipperly #orange cassidy x reader #orange cassidy oneshot #orange cassidy fanfiction #orange cassidy imagine #aew x reader #aew fanfiction #kris statlander #danhausen #chuck taylor #wheeler yuta #this is my free pass to make juice and orange jokes please just let me have this

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allelitedweaming · 2 years ago

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Chuck Taylor x Reader (but no actual Chuck in this installment, sorry)

Part One?

Summary: You and Orange Cassidy are hanging out alone and you accidentally confess something you never meant to say out loud.

Rated PG for some mention of drinking alcohol / being drunk

Ever since you could remember, all of your best friends had been boys. That was why you had been watching wrestling since you were just a kid, among many other personality traits that only seemed to deepen with age. But as you got older you wondered, did it make you one of those women to constantly surround yourself with men? It wasn't as if you didn't have any female friends. There was Kris and ... Well, there was Kris.

Something told you that this particular quirk wouldn't be changing anytime soon, although, if you couldn't control your feelings you might find yourself with no friends instead of all male friends.

When you first came to work for AEW, Chuck and OC were the easiest people to talk to. You found you had the most in common with them, and even where your common interests ended, you loved to listen to the two of them go on at length about Resident Evil or even basketball, which you had never followed before. You related to them and to Trent and Kris because you also had a tendency to be unpolished in your promo work. You found it easier to just be yourself in the ring and out of it, even when it was for an angle. It was what made crowds fall in love with The Best Friends, and so far it had worked for you too.

So it was just the next logical step for Tony to start to pair you guys up together. It started with one tag match with Kris, but it soon grew into something bigger, until finally you were coming out with the rest of the gang in matching tracksuits.

Just like you weren't sure if you could pinpoint the exact moment that you became an official member of the team, you also weren't sure if you could remember when you realized you had fallen completely and totally in love with Dustin. The one thing you did know was that you could never ever tell him, let alone anyone else in your tightknit group.

So what were you doing at Orange's apartment at 2 AM? How had you managed to lose track of how many beers you had had? How did he seem so calm, cool, and collected? And why did he keep bringing the topic of conversation back around to Dustin?

"Sometimes he just gets insecure, you know?" Orange took another swig from his can. He was relaxed, a slight blush to his cheeks. His hair was slightly more mussed than usual and he wasn't wearing his signature shades, but other than that you would be pressed to spot the difference between the appearance of this Orange Cassidy and the one he played on TV. Plus, he wouldn't shut up. "Sometimes when we are alone, I try to reassure him a little. He's like an older brother to me. He doesn't get what a great guy he is."

You nodded. You were trying to play it cool but your poker face is terrible. Inside, you were melting at the tender way that Orange was describing his closest pal, so you were certain it was written all over your expression. You tried to change the subject for what must have been the third time, but Orange just went on.

"Sometimes I think he's lonely. But he'd never admit it. Like, tonight for example. Tonight, I invited him over." You couldn't help but look surprised. You felt your eyebrows shoot up. Orange jabbed the hand holding his beer in your direction. "Exactly, Y/N, exactly. He turned me down when I mentioned you would be here." Orange noticed your face fall and he got apologetic. "No no no, not like that. Dustin loves you. But sometimes I think he is too scared to be vulnerable around anyone. He was too scared to be here, just the three of us."

You sank back into the couch. The room was starting to spin and you weren't sure how much of it you could actually blame on the alcohol. "I think I'm in love with him." The words bubbled out of you before you realized you were speaking and not just thinking them for the millionth time. But they were quiet.

Orange leaned in towards you, setting his beer down on the coffee table. "What?"

You turned and looked at him, but you got so embarrassed you had to cover your face. "I think I'm in love with Dustin." You peeked through your fingers and were mortified to see Orange's toothy, crooked grin staring back at you.

He shot up off the couch like a rocket. "Hot dog!" He clapped his hands together and you couldn't help but start to giggle. You felt heat rising from your neck up into your cheeks. "This is incredible news! My two best buds are going to fall in love!"

"Orange, Orange, no," you put your beer down next to his and started to wave both hands at him in protest. "You can never tell him. You can never tell anyone!"

Orange threw his hands up as if in disgust. "What?" He asked indignantly. "What are you talking about?"

"No! I shouldn't have even told you! Shit, Orange, what time is it? How much have I had to drink?"

Your blonde friend slumped back down onto the couch next to you, frowning. "I rescind my hot dog."

"It is stricken from the record. Now it's time for you to go to bed and for me to pass out on your couch. Okay?" Orange just pouted at you. "Okay?"

"Fine!"

#aew #aew x reader #fanfic #chuck taylor x reader #orange cassidy imagine #secret admirer

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keysgrave · 2 years ago

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Wrestlers I Write For

I write for both aew and wwe now!

* indicates my favorites to write for

Keep in mind I usually only write female or gender neutral reader as they are easiest for me

I'll also write certain ships(I added those at the bottom

AEW:

Kenny Omega

Hook*

Adam Cole

Adam Page

Chuck Taylor*

Trent

MJF

Danhausen*

Kris Statlander*

Cash Wheeler

Dax Harwood

Wardlow

Kyle O'Reilly*

Orange Cassidy*

Nick Jackson

Matt Jackson*

Ricky Starks

Eddie Kingston*

Powerhouse Hobbs

Kip Sabian

Ruby Soho*

Athena

Buddy Matthews

Malakai Black

WWE:

Daniel Garcia

Jamie Hayter*

Toni Storm*

Austin Theory*

Johnny Gargano*

Drew McIntyre

Roman Reigns

Jimmy Uso*

Jey Uso*

Shayna Baszler

Indi Hartwell

Seth Rollins*

Sami Zayn

Kevin Owens

Dominik Mysterio*

Rhea Ripley*

Damian Priest*

Finn Balor*

Bayley*

Dakota Kai*

Iyo Sky (Io Shirai)

Naomi (idk if she still counts as wwe tbh)

Alexa Bliss

Asuka

Liv Morgan*

WHO I WONT WRITE FOR:

I will not write for any of the following

Sammy Guevara

Tay Conti

Anna Jay (it depends tbh, I'm willing to just not alot)

Jake Hager

Chris Jericho

Bryan Danielson (I dont like writing for him sorry)

Sting

Darby allin (I dont like writing for him)

CM Punk

Max Caster

The Miz

Dexter Lumis

Ships

Hook x Danhausen (hookhausen)

Trent x Chuck (best friends)

Dax x Cash (FTR)

Orange Cassidy x Chuck Taylor

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artaxerxesthegreat · 3 years ago

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Playing with Fire: Part 7 (I think)

A/N: Everyone in this story is 18+, if minors are mentioned they aren’t getting in any weird, sick, twisted situations with adults. I also use female pronouns for the reader and the reader may be a bit OC. I would also prefer that minors DO NOT interact with this at all. Thank you.

Warnings: Dream based, Actors mixed with characters, College AU!, Mixed universes, Raffey Cassidy stands in as Sprite, Swearing, gaslighting, manipulation, cheating, mild violence (?), implied sexual content, mentions of bullying, college strife, MCU/X-Men/Spider-Man/Actors mashed in one universe, self- doubt, insecurities, depression, angst, fluff, enemies to lovers, slow burn, family issues, mentions of disabilities, (Please let me know if I’ve missed something too.)

This is a bit of a spicy chapter 💋🔥💦

Will I stop?

….

…Fuck.

Alright I’m not reasionalizing this (yes I am) plus as the years went on we’ve relaxed on the touching and flirting, so that’s good! I’m doing good! I’m not a horrible person! It’s not like I’m cheating and- and he isn’t either. He’s crazy about Sprite, and he asks for my advice when it comes to her- told him he could ask Ikaris and I stopped talking after that.

Though there was this one time, about a 1½ year into their relationship, he called me extremely frustrated because Sprite decided to stay out super late at some party when he told her not to go. He asked if he could come over .

—1 ½ years ago—

“Yes! Totally… No it’s not too late… I know it’s 2:30 in the morning, but my friend needs me, so get your ass over here.”

He came by and collapsed on my small twin sized bed face down into my pillow.

“Sure, just make yourself at home.” I laugh sitting in my desk chair. My reward for my sarcasm is a loud muffled groan, “You want something to drink?”

He nods his head in my pillow, getting up I go get him a glass of orange juice and I can’t help the feeling that this is familiar somehow. Dismissing the feeling I go in and nudge his leg, “Here you go bud.”

Sitting up he stares at the glass, “Orange juice? Don’t you have anything a bit stronger?”

“I can add soda-” Ah, yes, I remember now, “whoa, Deja vu.”

“What is it?” He watches as I shiver at a thought remembering how the rest of that night went.

“Uh nothing, just remembering something is all. So you haven’t heard from Sprite since she went to the party?”

He takes a long drink before he answers with a simple, “Nope!”

“Hmm, well do you want to go and see if she’s still there?”

“Not really.”

“Why not?”

“I- I…” He sighs deeply, rubbing his face roughly as he leans forward hiding his face in his hands. I thought he was just trying to organize his thoughts, or was maybe tired because of how late it was, but when I hear small sniffles I know that isn’t the case.

“…um…Druig?” I whisper, putting my hands on his wrists, he tenses at this and I move to sit in front of him on the floor letting him go, softly I say, “Sorry, sorry. You don’t have to talk or tell me anything, but if you want to I’ll be outside in the living room. Okay?”

He just nods his head and I step out into the living room closing the door behind me. As soon as the door clicks I can hear small sobs coming from the other side and it breaks my heart into pieces, I’ve never felt so useless or helpless. Taking a breath I go sit on the couch and turn on the TV on to let him have his moment in peace. A few minutes later my roommate walks in with one of her friends and both their boyfriends.

“Y/N, you’re up?!” She says shocked.

“And in the living room.” Her dark haired friend points out dryly, her boyfriend laughs sitting in the chair in the corner.

“Hey Jane, Thor, and two people I don’t know.” I nod at them in recognition.

“You don’t know me? Everybody who’s anybody knows me.” The guy with white hair states matter-of-factly.

“Ignore him, I do. He thinks he’s God's gift to man.” She says sitting on his armrest tussling his already messy hair, “I’m Darcy and this annoying guy is Howard.”

“Oh, hi.” I give them the best smile I can, but it’s so forced they grimace at me, “Sorry, have a lot on my mind right now. I’m Y/N.”

“Yeah, I heard when Jane said your name.” Howard quips as he pulls out a silver flask.

“Right… Are you drinking?”

“Always!” He says proudly sharing the flask with Thor. Looking at Jane she rolls her eyes and goes into the kitchen.

“So what has you down in the dumps, Y/N/N?” Thor’s voice is loud as he sits in the chair opposite Howard.

“Uh, a lot. I’d rather not get into it right now.” I shift uncomfortably on the couch as I look to my door.

“It’s a guy isn’t it?” Darcy says plainly.

“Oooooo guy troubles.” Howard adds leaning forward with interest.

“What- no no, I’m not having guy problems. Not saying I’ve never had any, but I’m not having any right now- I’m just- it’s… I mean I have a friend who’s a guy, and- and he’s dealing with something. But no, I'm good with my guy. We’re good. Completely and totally.”

“That wasn’t defensive at all.” Howard smiles as Darcy shoves him.

“Howard, stop being so nosy.”

“Can’t help it, babe, and I’m not sorry.”

“Well what troubles does your friend have?” Thor asks in a calmer tone.

“Um, I- I- I don’t think I should…”

“Ooohh.” Everyone says understandingly.

“You’re a really good friend, I would’ve laid out their business like a spreadsheet.” Darcy laughs taking the flask.

“Lucky me, huh?” Jane sasses coming to us with a cup of coffee.

“Hey, if it wasn’t for me you never would’ve been with that hunk over there, so you’re welcome.”

“Thank you.” She smiles into her cup.

“Jane, it’s 3 in the morning.” I deadpanned, pointing at her coffee.

“Actually it’s 2:58, not quite 3 yet.”

“You and technicalities.” I roll my eyes at her with a small smile.

She shrugs with a smile while taking another long sip, “I’m so glad it’s the weekend right now, because I’m going to have a hangover tomorrow.”

“And coffee is going to help? You might as well just keep drinking.” Howard tosses the flask to Thor, but I catch it on the way, “Whoa, hey!”

“I need this more than you guys.” I say chugging the contents. After four gulps I take a breath and groan as it hits my throat and stomach, “Jack Daniel’s, smooth.”

“…Wow, okay I wasn’t expecting that- Jane you didn’t say your roommate was cool!” Darcy gets up and sits down next to me on the couch smiling impressed.

“She’s not.” Jane replies at a loss for words.

“Oh, thank you Jane.” I give her a face and she tries to find the right words.

“No-no, no no, you’re cool, sure, but… not like… in a kind of- I I…”

“It’s fine Jane, I know what you mean.” I wave her off and she gratefully takes a breath, “I don’t always drink but when I do I do it for a reason.”

“What reason is that?” Howard asks.

“I have no idea, I thought it’d be cool to say that.” I laugh out looking at their faces.

“She’s gone.”

“Oh yeah.” Darcy pats her knees and stands up, “Come on lightweight.”

“No, I'm fine! No one gets drunk that fast.” I sit back on the couch handing her the empty flask.

“Uh- huh.” Howard isn’t convinced so he goes into the kitchen, he comes back with a pb & j handing it to me, “Eat this, please.”

“Fine.” I roll my eyes while taking the sandwich, “I’m not drunk, but I won’t ever say no to food.”

“So.” I don’t miss the look Darcy gives Howard as she sits back down.

“So?” I say taking a bite.

“What’s bothering your friend?”

“His girlfriend decided that she- oh you sneaky bitch.” I glare at her as she and Howard laugh at my slip up, “And I saw the look you gave him too!”

“You caught it but couldn’t process it fast enough, Y/N you’re not sober.” Howard chuckles as he continues, “Even though you knocked this back like water, I have to say I’m impressed. Not many can do that, just eat and hit the hay.”

“Okay dad.” I roll my eyes.

“Don’t call him that.” Darcy says in a serious tone, “Please, don’t.”

“S- sorry.”

“Told you I’m a ‘daddy’!”

“Oh my god.” Darcy sighs out rolling her eyes, “Howard. Shut up. Go make me a sandwich.”

“Ugh, fine.” Getting up he complains to the kitchen and while he’s making the sandwich, “Work work work, that’s all I do, but am I appreciated? No! Work me day and night to the bone, and for what? Some sex? Please!”

I look at the small group and they all share a knowing smile and laugh at his antics. Jane waves it off telling me not to play him any mind.

“So this is a normal occurrence?”

“Oh yeah.” Thor confirms smirking, “Y/N, I have to ask. Is this about Barry?”

“Uh…”

“Never mind.” He says, shaking his head, not pushing it any further. Nodding my head in thanks I try to stop a yawn that’s coming up.

“You should probably go to sleep, Y/N.” Jane says, looking at my face with slight concern.

“No no, I’m fffiii~~~*yawn*~~~ne. Not tired at all!” I have a dopey smile on my face as I look at her through blurry eyes.

“Go to bed kid.” Howard gives Darcy her sandwich and then tries to usher me to my room.

“But- but!”

“No ‘buts’, go to bed, you can play when the sun is up.” He opens my door pushing me inside and promptly closing it behind me. I can hear him snickering, I’m about to go back outside when I hear soft snores.

“What the fuck! Who’s in my room!” I panic and stop replaying the thought, “What’s with all the deja vu tonight?”

Looking at my bed I see Druig’s fallen asleep… on my bed, and it’s the cutest shit I’ve ever seen! He’s laying on his side, wrapped in my throw blanket and all I can see is from his eyes up, walking over, I kneel down in front of him and decide to watch him sleep.

Is that creepy? Yes, but I’m intoxicated so it’s fine.

Reaching over I brush some of his hair back and he stirs slightly, panicking I pull my hand away, seeing that I haven’t woken him up I turn to go sit in my desk chair.

“Where are you going?” His hand grabs mine, stopping me.

“Druig! Uh, you’re up! So- sorry, I didn’t mean-”

My rambling is cut short as he tugs me over to him, he scoots back towards the wall creating a small space for me. With wide eyes I look at him and then the space, he seems to be second guessing his silent request, but before he can say anything I lay down next to him on my back.

…Okay, so this still isn’t cheating, and even if we’ve never done this, it doesn’t mean anything. We’re just two friends, sharing a bed, in a completely platonic sense. I’ve had sleepovers before, I’ve shared a bed with my friends before… Sure they were all girls, but still!

Neither of us move as he stares at the side of my face, and I stare at the ceiling. My heart is beating loudly in my ears and I’m sure he can hear it. He shifts closer to me and I tense turning my face further from him.

“Sorry. I should go.” His voice is a bit raspy and he moves to get up.

“No, no it’s fine, there just isn’t a lot of room. That’s all.” I stop him from leaving and I can hear that annoying voice in the back of my head telling me to let him go. I ignore it because 1. He needs a friend, and 2. I’m THAT FRIEND!

“Are you sure?”

“Completely.”

“Have you lost your mind, Y/N?”

“Alright,” He lays back down and this time I turn to lay on my side so we’re facing each other. He looks around the room before saying, “Your friends are loud.”

“Yeah to be fair I met two of them today, so…”

“Hm.” He keeps avoiding my eyes and focuses on the blanket wrapped around him.

“You okay?”

Wishing I didn’t say anything, I can see that he’s struggling with telling me and not crying again; I don’t know what Sprite did to him, but when I see her I swear to-

“No, I’m not. I just don’t feel like I’m this perfect person Raffey makes me out to be, I feel like I have to be this ‘guy’ she likes instead of being me. I even cut back on drinking and smoking for her, but it’s like her standards for a man don't apply to her in any way. If I tell her to not go to parties, or drink as much I’m trying to boss her around or hold her back, and not let her be her own woman. I don’t think I can keep this up, but I don’t want to break up with her.”

“…How- how long has this been going on?”

“A while.”

“Why don’t you just break up with her then?”

“I love her.”

oh… o- Oh, okay. This- this is fine, utterly fine! He… he loves her. Yay!

“Y/N?”

“Uh- uh yeah, wow, that’s nice… When you say you love her, you mean…?” I ask trying to wrap my mind around this news, surely he can’t mean he’s IN love with her… Can he?

“I’m in love with her.”

Well FUCK ME WITH A CACTUS!

“W-wow, that’s really-…Are you sure?”

“…Yeh.”

“Well, I’m happy for you. You thought you’d never fall in love, look at you now. I’m happy for you.”

“You said that already.”

“What?”

“That you’re happy for me, you said it twice.”

“That’s because I’m really happy for you. Have you told her yet?”

“No.”

“Good.”

“What?”

“Huh? Nothing, nothing, maybe you should tell her.”

I have no idea why my mouth decided to say that last bit, but I hate myself for it.

“I know, but I just don’t want to talk about it, or think about it. Least for right now.” He pushes his face deeper into the pillow with tears rimming around his eyes.

“Okay. Okay, let’s get some sleep.” Getting up I feel him grab my arm again, “I have to turn the lamp off Druig.”

“Leave it on, please.”

“But I can’t sleep with the light on. Are you afraid of the dark?” I tease.

“No, I just don’t…” He never finishes his sentence and I know I’m not going to get him to, so I lay back down and pat his dark hair.

“Can’t believe you got rid of the blonde, it’s kinda weird.”

His eyes close at the patting and his brow creases when I stop, putting my hand back to his hair, I laugh as I comb through it, “Yeah, I hate it.”

“So why’d you do it?”

“Sprite thought it’d be funny to switch out my dye. I just haven’t been able to dye it back yet.”

“That little imp.” I mumble rolling my eyes, looking back at Druig he’s already staring at me, “Sorry.”

Not staying anything he turns to face the wall

- I’m not hurt.

Still facing the wall he grabs my hand and pulls me to his back. I basically became a big spoon as he curls in on himself

- I’m not hurt!

Barely relaxing and holding onto my sanity- if i even had any- I try to go to sleep. The keyword is try, and I’m failing. Ikaris doesn’t even do this with me, sure we cuddle, but never like this.

“Ikaris. I know that name… Oh SWEET FUCK THAT’S MY BOYFRIEND!” I quickly pull my arm out of Druig’s hold and scramble out of the bed. Startled, Druig turns to me.

“What?! What happened?”

“I just remembered something!”

“…What is it?”

“I… need to pee.”

“…Really?” He is visibly relaxing.

“Yup. Excuse me,” I walk to my bathroom and turn around quickly, “I’ll be right back. Don’t listen!” I rush inside, locking the door behind me and sliding down the door I try to breath.

I didn’t exactly forget I had a boyfriend, I know I do, but it didn’t hit me until now. It was like having a bucket of cold water dumped on me, thinking about how Druig reacted didn’t help either. In the grand scheme of things if either Sprite or Ikaris were to see that they’d flip their shit! And that makes total sense, why would I be cuddling with someone who isn’t my boyfriend?… Even if he is my friend. I need to seriously reevaluate my life. Getting up from the ground I flush the toilet, and open the door. Stepping into the room, Druig is sitting on the edge of my bed looking at his phone.

“Hey Druig, I need to tell you something-”

“Hang on, Sprite’s texting me.” He barely spares me a glance.

“…‘Kay.”

Letting out a sigh he gets up, “She wants me to pick her up. She wants to talk.”

“That’s- okay. Talk about what?”

“Don’t know, usually when someone says that it doesn’t end well.”

We stand around in awkward silence debating on what to do or say next. Clearing his throat he gives me a weak nod moving to the door, “I’ll just…go then?”

“Y-yeah you should. TO pick her up. You know.”

“Mhmm.”

I place a hand on his shoulder and squeeze it reassuringly, “You got this, just remember she’s probably drunk so don’t take it to heart.”

“And if she isn’t?”

“You always have me.” Smiling sincerely at him I realize how what I said sounds, “As a friend! A friend, you know, cuz I have a boyfriend and stuff.”

“Yeah, don’t remind me.” He scoffs.

“Sorry.” I give him a sad smile avoiding his eyes, he lifts my chin up to look at him and it’s like time stands still. No one says anything, no one moves; it’s quiet, calm, and intimate in a weird sort of way. His eyes are tired but he still smiles like nothings wrong, it feels like nothing can ruin this moment. Letting my chin go he gives me a hug, that I return wholeheartedly, he sighs pulling away just enough to look at me.

“Thanks for this. I really appreciate you- it… You and it. I appreciate you and it.” I chuckle at him nodding my head.

“Anytime Druig.”

Giving me one more smile he kisses my forehead, I feel my face heat up at the sudden action, and when he pulls back his face is just as shocked as mine. Laughing it off I push him to the door.

“Get out of here and go get your girl.”

“Y- yeah.” He blinks quickly, smiling, he opens the door and we’re met with eight pairs of eyes who seem very interested in this.

“I send her to bed alone and she comes out with a whole man.” Howard laughs out leaning back on the couch.

“Oh you must be her boyfriend.” Darcy stands up to shake his hand.

“Uh- oh oh, no nonononoo. No he- he’s- we’re just friends.” I wave my hands in front of my face and the look on her face is one I've seen from a lot of people. He looks at me then back at Darcy.

“Yeah we're just friends. I’m Barry, by the way. Oh, hey Howard.” His American accent sounds so weird to me now.

“Then if you’re just friends, why did you come out of her room in the middle of the night?”

“Darcy! Leave them alone, sorry about her, she likes to create problems for no reason.”

“Hey, I have a reason, my reason is curiosity. They aren’t dating but they sure are close. And before you say anything, I know friends can be close, but this seems a bit too close.” She scrutinizes us and I’m uncomfortable.

“Darcy.” Howard pleads, “Barry has a girlfriend, she’s that plucky small girl with short hair that likes to fool around with HER boyfriend.” Howard points at me, making my heart sink to my feet.

“What- Sorry uh what?” I close my eyes trying to decipher his words, “What do you mean ‘fool around with MY boyfriend’?”

“…Uuuuuuuhhhhh, nothing.” His eyes are wide as he looks at his feet.

“Howard, what do you know?” I take a threading step towards him, everyone stiffens at this and Druig places a hand on my arm.

“Calm down, Dote.” He stands next to me, glaring at Howard he loses the American accent, “She asked you a question, mate.”

“Whoa! What just happened? Did you hear that? He was American and now he’s Irish!” Darcy exclaims pointing at Druig.

“Darcy, now's not the time.” Jane whispers harshly at her.

“Howard, I suggest you start talking, while I’m asking nicely.” Druig’s voice is low and threatening, “Tell me what you know.”

Caving under the intensity of his stare he tells us how he’s seen Sprite run her hands through Ikaris’ hair, kiss his cheek- on multiple occasions, hold on to him like her life depended on it, get piggyback rides from him and the like. Sighing out I rub my forehead.

“Geez Howard, I’m sorry, you made it sound like they were having an affair.” I relax my posture chuckling a bit, I look at Druig and he’s still pissed, “What’s the matter? You didn’t know they were all buddy-buddy?”

“No, I knew.”

“Okay so why are you still mad?” He turns his dark gaze to me and my blood runs cold.

“Because I told her to stop.” The tension in the room is thick and I don’t know what to say, I don’t think there’s anything I can say to make this better. Opening my mouth he promptly says, “I have to go.”

Marching to the door like a man on a mission he leaves, but leaves his menacing aura behind. Jane is the first one to say anything,

“Well that was… interesting to say the least.”

“Yeah.” Howard shakes himself trying to get the uneasy feeling away from him.

“Damn girl, your boyfriend can be scary when he wants to be.” Darcy slaps my back.

“Ikaris? He isn’t scary.”

“I thought his name was Barry?”

“What no, Barry isn’t-”

“Nah his name is Druig.” Howard stands and start’s to stretch.

“Oh, well your boyfriend can be scary.”

“Druig isn’t my boyfriend.”

“…I’m so confused.” Darcy looks at Jane for help, she sighs and explains.

“Druig, aka Barry, is dating Sprite. Y/N is dating Ikaris aka Richard. Sprite is Y/N friend and she’s also close friends with Ikaris, but Druig and Ikaris hate each other for some reason.”

“OH! Okay that makes sense now.” Looking back at me she smiles, “Your wannabe boyfriend is scary.”

“He isn’t- you know what, forget it.” I throw my hands up defeated and go back to my room, “Good night everyone.”

Flicking the lamp off I plop onto my bed. Covering my face with my arm I can’t help the defeated sigh that comes from my lips, punching and kicking the mattress I stare into the darkness of my room.

“Loki was right.” Turning on my side I look towards the wall and it’s almost like Druig is here again, bearing his soul to me, showing me how much he truly trusts me. Scooting to his side I lay on my back, closing my eyes, and taking a deep breath I realize that I can smell him. Sitting up I pull the pillow up to my nose and smell his conditioner, smiling I put it back and cover myself with my blanket.

“Oh fuck this smells like him too.” I throw the blanket off, “…Don’t do it, Y/N. Leave the blanket where it is and change the pillowcase.”

…

So I took off the pillowcase and wrapped myself in the blanket- I was cold! And I don’t have another clean blanket! Of course that doesn’t excuse the fact that I’m imagining the blanket as Druig holding me close, making me feel safe and warm and like nothing in the world could harm me. It also doesn’t excuse the fact that my mind wanders to more… explicit content.

“Stop it Y/N, he is your friend and he’s also dating your friend!… But after what just happened maybe not…” Trailing my hand down I stop myself at the edge on my sweatpants, “No, no no no no no no! God, what’s the matter with you? What would Druig say if he knew you were doing this?!”

Actually… What would he say?

”Ha! Fucking knew it! As if you could resist all this!”

Hmm might be more of a

”Duh, I’ve known for a while.”

Maybe even

”Show me.”

WAIT, wait, wait slow your roll Y/N! He wouldn’t… Would he? Well, maybe not boyfriend Druig, but fuckboy Druig would definitely be down for that. Moving my hand into my sweats, I let out a gasp at the thought of Druig being here watching me. It’s like I can hear his voice in my head saying,

~“Fuck, Y/N, that’s how good I make you feel? I’m not even touching you…yet.”~

“Ah, shhhh~iiiiit!” I bring my free hand to my mouth to keep myself quiet, not realizing that I’m gripping the ‘Druig blanket’ up with it. Breathing in through my nose his scent invades my senses and I start to lose control when his voice chimes in my head again,

~”Look at you, barely hanging on just, and all from smelling a blanket, so pathetic. Imagine how you’d feel if I were there, hoverin’ over you, pounding into you over and over and over again.”~

I gasp for air again whispering into the darkness, “This- this is’t-”

~”This isn’t what, Y/N? Right? Was it right when you did it the first time or the second? Or when you brought Ikaris here to your room instead of me? Spare me your pitiful excuses. You should’ve been mine from the beginning and you know it, so don’t go and grow a conscience on me now!”~

My hand slows at his words, but I can’t bring myself to stop; not with his smell in the air,

~”Why are you slowing down? Did I say you could?”~

“N-no.”

~”Then?… There you go, just like that, don’t stop. Only if your friends could see you now.”~ His chuckle fills my head causing me to whimper, ~“All the sweet little sounds you’d try to keep quiet, only to scream my name out like a prayer. Is that what you want, Y/N? You want me to make you scream my name for all to hear?~

“Yes.”

~”Even Ikaris?~

A strangled gasp leaves me and I bite my lip trying not to make any sound. I can hear Jane and the others in the living and the last thing I need is for them to hear me.

~”Answer me!~

“Yes. Yes! Even Ikaris.”

~”Good girl, I suppose I should let you cum then, hm?~

“Pleeaase!”

~”Go ahead, Dote. Let go, with my name falling from your lips.~

“Ah fuck… Druig.” I feel myself tighten and my orgasm washes over me, my mouth opens as I struggle to breathe quietly, I feel my walls tighten when I hear the ‘Dote’ and my legs are shaking as I come down from my high. Not moving I stare into the darkness once more, and I feel like shit, “I can’t believe I just did that.”

Getting up I shuffle to the bathroom and clean myself up. Rinsing my face with some cold water I watch the droplets fall into the sink and my heart is heavy.

“I need to stop doing this!”

Marching myself back to my room I grab my laundry basket, taking the pillowcase and blanket I rush out of the dorm room to the laundry room. Since it’s so late- or early- no one's there, stuffing my clothes in I throw in the pillowcase, I almost hesitate with the blanket, but I get over myself pretty quickly. Putting the blanket in I see that the machine is pretty much at capacity.

“… Well, I don’t want to break their washer machine. I’ll just leave it in the basket. Yeah.” Tossing it in the basket I start the cycle and wait. I wish I brought my headphones to drown out Druig’s voice from my head,

~”Really, Y/N? You think washing is going to erase what you just did? It didn’t work the other times.”~ His snicker sends goosebumps to my arms and my nipples get hard.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me.” Looking up I see that I’m standing under the vent and the thermostat is set to 74, “Why didn’t I grab a sweater??”

Looking at the basket I can feel Druig’s ‘presence’ behind me. I know it’s all in my head, he isn’t there, but a part of him is. Picking up the blanket I glare at it like it did me wrong.

~”The blanket did nothing-”~

“I know, shut up! Fuck, man.” Rolling my eyes I wrap the blanket around myself and sit on the folding table and wait for the clothes to finish, “It’s not like I’m going to smell it again.”

~”….Mhmm.”~

“Shut up, you’re not even real.” I put my head in my hands, “Just a stupid part of my mind making you up- a dumb fantasy. I don’t need you.”

I wait for his voice to ring in my head again to tell me I’m the one that’s stupid, that I’m the made up one and he’s real, but the only sounds are from the washer. Sighing I sit up and lean against the wall and wait.

……

I shiver that the memory and Ikaris turns to me,

“Are you cold, love?”

“Hmm? Oh, a little yeah.”

“Here,” Reaching over he turns up the heat in the car, “That should warm you up.”

“Thanks.” I smile thankfully at him and go back to watching the Christmas lights on the houses. I can feel him glancing at me every now and again, and I know he knows something’s bothering me. He probably thinks I’m anxious about having dinner with my family and introducing him in person, but that’s not it at all.

I lied.

I lied about everything from I feel about Druig to how my love life is going. I thought that maybe because of being in a relationship for 2 ½years was supposed to mean that my feelings for Druig would die down, but it only seemed to stoke the fire more; there were some many times- I mean so many- that it seemed like Druig and I could’ve- would’ve just had sex with each other wherever we were. We never did anything, but ever since he had gone to pick Sprite up from that party, he turned back into his old self. He would flirt with certain people- myself included- dyed his hair half blonde again, and Sprite was fine with it. She even relaxed with how she was with Ikaris, and it felt like everything was going back to normal… You know minus the unspoken air between Druig and myself.

What I hadn’t expected was Ikaris pulling away from me; he wasn’t as touchy as he once was, he started ‘working later’, had too much homework, or he was too tired to do anything other than sleep. I was understanding at first until he was using my shower and his phone buzzed. I’m not one to snoop but I picked up his phone and saw that it was Sersi.

Answering the call, I was going to tell her that he was busy and he’ll call her later but she never gave me the chance,

``Ikaris, I have something to tell you… Please don’t get mad, but I think we should stop seeing each other. I know you said you love me, and for a time I loved you too, but I can’t keep up the lies. I don’t deserve that, you don’t and neither does Y/N. I want something real and I can’t have that with you, so I’m stopping this now. I hope you understand…``

All the air in my lungs was gone, my brain was fried and my emotions were so overwhelmed I felt dead inside.

``Ikaris?``

``Thanks.`` I don’t know how I was able to say anything so calmly.

``Y/N? I’m sorry I- I thought-``

``Call him again later.`` I hang up the phone and put it back on the bed, Ikaris comes out in a towel and I’m gathering some things to head out.

“Where are you going?” He asks confused sitting on my bed, he pulls me by my hips towards him.

“Out.” I cringe at the feeling of his hands on me knowing they’ve been on someone else, “Loki, needs a favor.”

“Can’t you do it later?”

“No. Get some sleep.” At that moment his phone starts to buzz again. He reaches for it too quickly for my taste and Sersi’s name is on the screen, “I’ll see you later.” Leaning down I kiss the top of his head to save face and walk out the door before I lose my mind.

Opting to take the stairs I run down them and out of the side door into the parking lot and to my car, my heart is beating fast, but I’m not crying just shaking slightly. Getting in I inhale and exhale slowly, getting out my phone I call Loki,

``Bast what a pleasant surprise I was just-``

``You were right- all of you were. Can I come over?``

``Uh- yes of course.``

Peeling out of the parking lot I drive to the Loki’s ‘hideout’- it’s just an old room in the theater building- ignoring the speed limit of 15 I make to the hideout in record time. Jumping out I run to their meeting room and slamming open the door they slightly jump at the loud sound.

“Bast.” Loki takes in my appearance watching me closely, “Are you alright?”

“Ha! Oh yeah, totally fine. More than fine, I’m fucking fabulous!” I smile brightly plopping on the old couch, the other Loki’s look at each other, then to me clearly uncomfortable and confused.

“You said that Loki was right. Right about what, exactly?” Old Man Loki leans on his knees with confusion.

“About Ikaris, duh.” I shrug while opening a game on my phone.

“Oh, so he is a douchebag.” Kid Loki confirms drinking from his juice box, “What else is new?”

“What’s new is that I just found out he was having an affair. Lol!” Laughing, I continue to play my game.

“Wait, he was actually cheating on you?” Theater Director Loki’s voice is a pitch higher than normal.

“He would.” Sylvie says plainly walking into the room with snacks.

“Oo! Snacks~!�� I sit up reaching for the bowl of popcorn.

“Y/N are you sure you’re alright?” Loki asks one more time, “You seem to be handling this quite well.”

“Too well.” Old man Loki folds his arms squinting at me.

“Oh I’m fucking devastated, but the shock of it all is pretty strong, I have so much adrenaline right now, it’s taking everything in my power not to drop my phone right now I’m shaking so bad.”

“Want some ice cream?” Sylvie offers.

“Hmmm yes please.”

“Don’t spill any tea until I get back.” She says sternly walking to get more snacks.

“This place has everything.” I sit back on the couch and I’m met with silence and anticipating stares, “Guy’s relax, I'm not going to burst into tears- at least not right now. As long as I don’t think about it I’ll be fine. Seriously.” They somewhat relax in their seats but their stares are heavy. Shaking my head I look at Loki, “Babes please. I’m fine.”

“Okay I’m back with the ice cream!” Sylvie rushes back with five pints of ice cream, “Pick your poison, Basty.”

“Yyyyeeeeeeeessssssss~!” Grabbing a pint I hold it close to me, caressing it, “My precious~!”

“Alright, tea time.” She sits next to me digging into her ice cream, “How did you find out?”

“Answered- oh this is cold. Answered his phone.”

“Shut up! And you talked to whoever it was?”

“Yup!”

“Shut UP!”

“I’ve met her too.”

“SHUT UP!”

“I will not-” I take a big bite, “I know it’s so crazy.”

“Then what happened?”

“He came out of the shower and I told him I had to meet with Loki for a bit.”

“No, no, I mean what did she say?”

“OH, um she was saying something like she doesn’t want to keep having the affair and that even though he loves her she doesn’t feel the same anymore… uuuuummmmm she wants a stable relationship and he can’t give that to her… Mmmm good ice cream- and that she doesn’t deserve to feel like that and neither do we… Something like that?”

“Deserve to feel like what? Shit?” Old Man Loki snaps snatching a pint from the table, “She’s got some balls, I’ll say that much.”

“Who in their right mind thinks they’re the victim when they are obviously the problem?!” Theater Loki takes the pint from Old Man Loki angry, “I wasn’t this angry since my brother Thor was born.”

“You have a brother named Thor too?” I say choking on my ice cream, “What the hell?”

“Yeah this is one crazy family.” Sylvie smiles switching pints with me, “So even though we all told you he wasn’t good for you, how're you feeling?”

“It hasn’t quite hit me yet, but it’s getting there. But can I even get mad when you and a few others were telling me the same thing? I mean my friend Natasha even said he was bad news.”

“The Widow girl?” Loki questions.

“Um the what?”

“Never mind him. What’re you gonna do now?” Kid Loki has ice cream all over his face as he shows interest in my developing- crumbling- relationship.

“I don’t know. Break up with him?” I look around the room for an answer.

“Don’t look at us for the answer, it’s your relationship.” Theater Loki says, putting his hands up, “You are the one in the driver’s seat. Does he know that you know?”

“No, I don’t think so.”

“Good.” Old Man Loki says darkly, “We can use this to our advantage.”

“We- um I’m sorry… What? What WE?!” I put down my ice cream, staring at him with wide eyes.

“Well, you want him to pay don’t you?” Kid Loki asks, finally wiping his face.

“I mean I- I haven’t thought about it.”

“Y/N he hurt you, it’s okay to seek revenge.” Sylvie places her hand on my knee.

“Yeah but you guys make it seem like we’re gonna murder him or something!” I look around and when no one says anything I get up quickly, “ARE YOU TRYING TO MURDER HIM?!?!”

“Well~” Old Man starts.

“Would it be so bad?” Theater asks.

“I want to cut out his heart!” Kid shouts, putting his hand up.

“I’ll record it.” Sylvie leans back in her seat eating ice cream again, “Ooo you could even feed his heart to Croc Loki! I’m sure they’d appreciate it.”

“That’s a good idea!” Old Man and Theater nod their heads in excitement.

I look at Loki for help and he’s hanging his head in disappointment, sighing deeply he stands up,

“NO ONE IS KILLING HER…problem. This isn’t our fight or our problem, if she wants help she’ll ask for it. Alright?” The room is quiet as they watch Loki, “ALRIGHT?!”

“..yeah, alright…geez, we were only joking. -I wasn’t-… fine… Buzz kill.” Comes from the others as they begrudgingly let the issue go.

“Thank you, Loki.” I sit back down picking up my ice cream, but not feeling like eating any.

“So? What happens now?” Kid asks me.

“I really don’t know, I really thought we were good, but he started working late, having too much homework and the like, I just really thought everything was fine. I even stopped caring about Sersi’s perfume being on him.”

“Whoa he went to you with her perfume on? Oh bollocks he really-” Old Man stops himself trying not to get worked up again, “Why didn’t you tell him anything?”

“I did, but he always said I was worrying over nothing and that I needed to get a hold of my imagination. Which isn’t entirely wrong.”

“Clearly it wasn’t your imagination. Why did you let him walk all over you? That’s not like you, Bast.” Loki says anger in his features.

“I don’t know!” I feel a tear roll down my cheek, and the flood gates open, “Idon’tknowIdon’tknowIdon’tknowIdon’tknowIdon’tknowIdon’tknow!” By now I’m sobbing uncontrollably and I feel someone rubbing my back, my vision is blurry and I just let my body go slack as I’m now being held by Sylvie. After 26 minutes of ugly crying I wipe my face trying to calm down, “S- s- sorry.”

“Don’t apologize Y/N, this isn’t your fault.”

“Yeah, but I still feel like shit!”

“Understandable, you just found out your boyfriend was cheating on you.” Theater says handing me a box of tissues.

“Thanks; but that’s not why-” I blow my nose not hearing Sylvie’s question, “What?”

“Why do you say ‘that’s not why’?”

“Oh, I- um hmmm.” I clear my throat trying to find the right words.

“Oh my gods you were cheating on HIM?!” Loki seems to read my facial expression better than the others, “Oh my gods! BAST! Wha- I-… You know I have to say I did not see that coming.”

The others look at me for confirmation and my guilty face is all they needed.

“Y/N!! WHAT?! YOU- But! Whaaaahahahaha! I agree with Loki, I did NOT see that coming!”

“I’m a horrible person, I know!” I cover my eyes in shame.

“No, no no no no Y/N look at me.” Sylvie pulls my hands away from my face, “Ikaris is a dirtbag, a wanker and a twat! You already had your suspicions, you are completely validated. Give him a taste of his own medicine.”

“It still doesn’t feel right.”

“That’s because cheating is cheating. It’s still wrong Sylvie, stop confusing her.” Loki deadpans, “Who were you even seeing, Y/N?”

“Well, it wasn’t actually having a physical affair, it was more of an emotional one.”

“Oooooooohhhh.” Comes from the Loki’s, Kid tilts his head in question, “Who was that with then?”

“…”

“Y/N?” Old Man asks.

“…..” I bit my lip looking away.

“Y/N.” Loki tries to press the answer out of me.

“I know who it is.” Sylvie smirks at my wide eyes.

“Who is it?” Theater asks stuffing his face with popcorn engrossed by the drama.

“I’m not telling.” She replies, seeing the panic in my eyes.

“You don’t actually know do you?” Old Man accuses.

“No, I do, I spend quite a lot of time in the library as does Y/N.”

The room is quiet before the boys a yell,

“IT’S DRUIG!!!!??????”

“…yeah…” I hang my head.

“I FUCKING KNEW IT!” Kid shouts jumping up and down, “OW!”

“Language, young man.” Old Man smacks the back of his head, “You shouldn’t even be here, it’s way past your bedtime.”

“Whatever grandpa.” He sasses as he sits back in his chair grabbing another juice box.

“Youth these days- Anyway, it’s been Druig this whole time, hasn’t it?” Theater asks taking his seat.

“Yeah.”

“So why did you waste your time with Ikariass?” Sylvie turns to me clearly confused, “I’ve seen you and Druig in the library, you’re like two of the most smitten people I’ve ever seen.”

“He’s not smitten- not with me anyway.”

“Basty, I’m going to let you in on a little secret, Ikaris isn’t the only person cheating in their relationship.” She pops a piece of popcorn in her mouth.

“What do you mean?”

“Let’s just say that a person who has a bird's eye view sees a lot of shit that happens on this campus. How else is this campus getting safer? He sees everything and everyone, and he’s seen young Sprite with many a young men in less than ideal positions, with even less clothes.”

“She’s cheating on him?” I breathe out.

“Oh yeah.”

“It seems that some part of Druig knows this, hence why he doesn’t seem to care about flirting with some people now.”

“But, Sylvie, nothing is ever going to happen. He loves her- he’s IN love with HER. He told me himself.”

“Eh, all I’m saying is that the both of you need to get out of these toxic relationships before it’s too late and just get together already.”

“I- we can’t-”

“Trust me it’ll be better for the both of you.”

“HOW?”

“Being out of the relationship and hooking up doesn’t weigh as heavy as hooking up IN the current relationship. You are too good a person to just have a fling while you’re dating someone. It will eat you alive, but it’s up to you.”

“I can’t just- they are COUSINS! Do you know how weird that is?”

She shrugs her shoulders, not convinced by my reasoning, “Does that stop you from emotionally cheating?”

“I-”

“Alright, let’s not talk about this anymore. It’s getting late and Danvers is going to be patrolling the building soon.” Loki cuts in clearing our mess, “Whatever you choose to do, Bast we have your back, come on I’m sure Ikaris is getting worried.”

“For what?” I sass rolling my eyes. Standing up I stretch a bit and hug everyone goodbye, “Thanks again guys, I needed this. And… I’ll think about what you said Sylvie.”

…….

I never did think about what Sylvie said, I tried but every time I did I would just start crying all over again. Knowing that Sprite was messing around with other guys didn’t help our friendship either. I never called her out on it, but that didn’t stop me from making snarky and rude comments whenever she said she had ‘something to do’. Druig was getting annoyed and asked me what my problem was but I would lie and say that I was just having a day. He didn’t buy it, but he let it go; I would just stew in my anger and it wasn’t good for either of us. We’d go our separate ways and cool off.

I also noticed that on some of Ikaris’ clothes I could still smell Sersi’s perfume, when I would ask him if he saw her, he’d say,

“No, I haven’t seen her for a while, she’s been getting rides from someone else at work.”

“…okay.”

“You good?”

“Yeah! I’m gonna go to the library.”

“Alright.”

I knew they were still seeing each other but I didn’t have the energy to fight him on it. He’d just say I’m crazy and not in my right mind. He’s done it so many times, so ignoring it is just easier.

So why do I stay with him? That’s easy, it's because I love him, and he loves me. I know this because he told me- not that he loves me, but that I LOVE HIM! That’s rich right? But I do love him, just not how he thinks I do. And here we are driving to my aunt's house for Christmas dinner and Sprite and Druig will be there. It’s gonna be great!

Can’t wait!

Wooo.

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hervoidfury · 4 years ago

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Halloween Madness — Trent Beretta.

- first overdue request by @alltimedevil13 ( sorry for being late I wanted it to be perfect. If you want another let me know )

— Trent Beretta x reader. ( I'm naming the reader Christy )

— word count: frankly this feels short so who knows this can be made into a series :'D

Halloween was Christy's favorite time of the year, aside from Christmas; seeing the excited faces of young kids coming in to get candy made the young woman happy. Unfortunately due to the pandemic, things have definitely shifted in terms of celebrating holidays, Halloween being no different than the rest.

Christy had been working with AEW since its debut last year, she had accepted as an assistant to the seamstress Sandra who is the brains behind the ring gears adorned by the AEW roster. Sandra was kind, open and accepting Christy's ideas in terms of creating the perfect ring gear for each male and female superstar.

Although working in a wrestling promotion is hard, Christy wouldn't trade it for anything; AEW is where she met the man she calls the love of her life Greg Marasciulo better known as Trent? — one half of Best Friends alongside Dustin Howard known as Chuck Taylor.

Initially Christy wasn't interested in a relationship given her past few relationships never worked. But Trent managed to work his way into her heart through small gestures, every morning he would bring her coffee and a peach scone; his excuse being is that he overheard her speak about scones to Stella who was the head makeup artist there.

Christy was more than certain that throughout the ten months they've dated, he was in fact the one.

" Babe " Christy mutters glancing his way from across the table where they sat in the catering area. " So you know how Halloween is close right? "

" Yeah! " exclaimed Trent in confusion before realizing what she was trying to say. " No! Christy as you can see the world is too fucked up for us to celebrate "

" How come we were able to celebrate other holidays just fine? Come on Greg, it would be fun just to dress up for the fun of it. I've already got everyone on board here and they seem to be down with the idea of adding the festive feel around " said Christy with a sigh.

" Well I'm not feeling it! " huffed Trent.

The pair were soon joined by Chuck, and Orange Cassidy.

" What's up with you? " said Chuck to his tag partner.

" He's refusing to dress up for Halloween for some odd reason, you seemed to be on board last year when you and Dustin dressed up as those characters " said Christy, she wasn't an avid watcher of animations.

" Rick and Morty " said Trent. " That was last year before the fucked up year that is 2020 happened. So no, I'm not okay with dressing up this year "

Christy glanced at the two other men expecting that they would help her only to realize that both of them seemed to lean towards what Trent had said. " Come on guys, not you too. Jim, come on we talked about this "

" I just humored you " shrugged Orange, " It just doesn't feel festive "

" Yeah, it's true " chimed Chuck.

" You three are no fun, if y'all wanna act this way go ahead. I guess I'll just be festive on my own without you " huffed Christy standing up.

The three males watched as Christy left, they felt a bit guilty due to the fact that for weeks she seemed awfully excited about the holiday. " I think we should do it. I mean sure we're not feeling the festive season but at least we can do it for her " said Chuck.

" She does seem sad " said Orange.

Both men turned to Trent who seemed to be lost in his own thoughts, " Alright, maybe we can do it but only for her. I don't like seeing her upset last time it killed me and this time I don't know how I'll feel "

" I think we don't tell her " said Orange, " It can be a surprise "

Chuck and Trent seemed to be convinced, so the three men began devising a plan to help cheer Christy up and hopefully ease what just happened off of her mind.

It had been around five days since the incident, Christy noticed how Trent seemed off and won't speak to her; whilst their bout at the catering did upset her she understood his side, she was still going to celebrate on her own ... opting to no longer bring the subject up, she went about with her work alongside Sandra helping her when needed whilst also ensuring that the gears weren't missing anything.

Whilst she was working on the final touches for Brandi's gear, she felt a figure approach her table glancing up to see MJF. an individual who's brought a whole new meaning to the term insufferable asshole ... " Yes? " muttered Christy.

" I came bearing gifts, I noticed that idiot didn't bring you your favorite scone so I took the liberty to bring it " said Maxwell placing the plate.

Christy sighed, what part of get lost and leave me alone doesn't he understand? thought the blonde as she gave him a fake smile, " Thank you, now do you mind? some of us have work to do "

" Of course, I'll see you around sweetheart " He left but not before sending her a wink.

Christy nearly threw up, the fact that he was openly behaving this way made her wish she continued her wrestling training early on, at least she could've smashed his head into a wall. Suddenly she spotted Stella, " Hey Stella "

" Hey Christy, I just saw MJF. I'm assuming he was flirting yet again? " said Stella with an amused smile.

Christy nodded, " Greg and I dating just flies over his dumb head, speaking of Greg did you see him? I haven't seen him all day here "

" Knowing Greg, he's probably with the others filming for BTE " said Stella, " or hanging outside in the arena "

" Must be why he left early? " muttered Christy.

Suddenly a commotion could be heard close by, Stella and Christy both shared a confused glance before realizing who was behind the commotion. Trent, Chuck and Orange were dressed up head to toe as the three musketeers — Christy couldn't help the smile adorning her features.

" This is so cute " said Stella.

" Milady! " said Trent.

" Greg, what is all this? Guys what are y'all doing? " said Christy.

" Well we saw how we made you upset and felt like complete dicks " said Chuck.

" Just so you know I'm not walking out to my match like this " chimed Orange, " But yeah we wanted to cheer you up "

" And ask for your forgiveness, babe I'm sorry I was in a bad mood and I promise I will partake in the festive season with you. This is the first costume by the way " said Trent.

Christy quickly wiped away her tears, rising up to hug Trent along with Chuck and Orange. " Thank you guys for being considerate even if you weren't feeling the mood " she smiled.

" Hey you are our Best Friend and the love of his life " said Chuck grinning.

" Tell you what! After our match you'll tell me all about your plans and we can workout something spooky ... What do you say? " said Trent.

Christy responded by giving him a kiss. " I love you so much "

Trent smiled " I love you too "

#chuck taylor imagine #trent beretta imagine #orange cassidy imagine #aew imagines #aew #chuckie t #trent?#orange cassidy

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daddyhausen · 1 year ago

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

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

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

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

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

“i…i need to go out there-“

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

“i could care less about myself right now!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“aren’t you a brave little thing?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“but it’s mine…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

your throat grew tight, sobs threatening to spill.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“like what…? bloody?-“

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

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

“dustin you’re not weak-“

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

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

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

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

“hell…even yuta-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

you continued to praise him with words of your adoration.

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

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

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

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

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

dustin winced at the mention of blood.

“i’m never leaving your side”

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

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

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

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

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

“dustin-“ you managed to squeak in between kisses

“shh sweetheart, let me make you feel good”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“wait, seriously? like right now?”

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

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

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

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Im 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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