#orange cassidy smut

[daddyhausen]

• kinktober day seven : love bites — orange cassidy •

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{ summary } —after a bad day at work, james decided to show you how beautiful you are

{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact } shower sex, soft sex, love bites/ hickeys, groping, biting, praise, body worship, penetrative sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, male + female orgasms, squirting internal cumshots, vaginal creampie

{ word count } — 1k

{ pairing } — plussize!reader, fem!reader x orange cassidy

{ genre } — smut

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the warmth of the shower encapsulated your body

allowing you to wash away all the stress from the day

or at least most of them, there was one prominent moment that had never left your mind all day

one of your coworkers had been displaying some odd tendencies as of late

she was ruder, more calloused and heartless

she had made an unsolicited comment about your weight

one that you thought she’d never remark

considering, up until that point you considered her to be somewhat of an acquaintance.

you were never that big as she stated

sure you may have a little extra thickness to you but it was not your definitve beauty trait

you’ve always loved your curves, how your body was thick in all the right places

you thought yourself a goddess

but yet…her words still got to you

“love…? you in here?”

james’ voice called out amongst the rain like sound of the water

you responded with a meek yes just barely loud enough for him to hear

he poked his head through the now opened door

his hair wet with sweat, still clinging to his forehead

his cheeks still lingered with a soft red, indicating that he had just finished up at the gym.

“can i come in?” he questioned, his eyes never leaving yours

you nodded softly, watching on as he stripped down

his muscles more toned than usual, looking god-like each time he’d flex slightly under the warm faded yellow lights of the bathroom

the workout had surely proved useful for your libido

he joined you in the shower lazily wrapping his arms around your waist

his head atop your shoulder, silently listening to each breath you took

“you’re too quiet…something happened” he remarked inquisitively,

a small scowl across his lips

“just a bad day at work that all”

you tried to deflect the narrative, attempting to grab the soap before he stopped you

“there’s something you’re not telling me”

the sternness in his voice was uncommon for james’ usual nonchalant attitude

“james…” you mumbled, turning around to face him, avoiding his gaze for the moment

“is my body…good looking to you?”

it was a question you’d never asked him before, a question that he thought he’d never hear

it broke his heart knowing that someone had said something to make you feel the need to ask him

“love…your body is like heaven to me” he began resting his forehead against yours

“every time i see you i’m in awe. your body has the most beautiful dips and peaks that could rival the tallest mountains and the deepest caverns”

he leaned down to peck your lips sweetly

“your body is the personification of beauty and i’m so lucky that i get to hold you every night”

he cupped your cheeks, smoothing the skin softly

“don’t listen to what people say, you’re a fucking goddess you’re my goddess”

he leaned in for another kiss, this one rougher than the last

lips trailing across your jawline, down to the side of your neck where he began to suck on the skin

“james…” you moaned, the sound echoing off the walls of the small bathroom

“shhh…let me make you feel good, my angel…”

he pulled away, noticing the red mark beginning to form, he smirked down at his handiwork

he flipped you around, so that your chest was pressed against the wall

he let a hand sneak up your chest, beginning to grip your full breasts,

your nipple sensitive against the calloused palm of his hand

“you’re so fucking beautiful”

his lips fell to your neck again, sucking and nibbling at the soft flesh

his freehand guiding his cock to your entrance, teasing your folds with his tip before slipping himself into you

you fit him like a glove, your cunt so warm and wet around his size

he slowly began to move, making sure you felt every inch of his size

“james- fuck-!” you whined as he gave a particularly rough thrust

his size succumbing to the lovely grip of your cunt as he slipped himself deeper

“i’m so in love with you my angel. your beauty could rival that of the stars”

he continued to sing your praises through breathless pants

“i’ll worship you forever, your body is a temple that i will pray to every night”

your neck now littered with marks of his lust

splotches of red and pink littered your skin

“oh fuck- james please!” you whined on the brink of release

sweetness gushing around his cock unexpectedly and unannounced

“so fucking wet…” he breathed into your skin, his cock throbbing with arousal after his release

his seed dripping from beneath your thighs

“fuck i love you…” you muttered breathlessly, pulling him in for a tender kiss, feeling him hum contently against your lips

he took a moment to inspect the hickeys on your neck

“don’t cover those up tommorow, i want everyone to see how beautiful i think you are”

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[grayson-baller]

Orange Cassidy -- NSFW Alphabet --

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warnings: smut--18+

word count: 1885

pairing: fem!reader & orange cassidy

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a – aftercare – [ what they're like after sex ]

Orange loves having his arms wrapped around you after sex. The feeling of your warm, sated body against his is enough to relax him. He loves having you lay on him, using his chest as a pillow. Often, he will idly trace patterns on your back, whispering sweet nothings as your breathing calms down. Sometimes he will gather your sleepy body and get you in the bath or a shower, soaping up your body while he reminds you that he loves you.

b – body part – [ their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s ]

He never really thought about a favorite body part until you rocked against his thigh one night, whines spilling from your lips. Now he is obsessed with you on his lap, rocking against his thighs. The sounds you make go straight to his cock. He might joke about your ass or your tits, but he loves you neck and collarbone. He loves to press kisses there when he is inside of you, feeling your moans vibrate through your throat.

c – cum – [ anything to do with cum ]

The first time he fucked you without a condom, he couldn’t stop himself staring at the way his cum leaked down your thighs. He never expected it to be as hot as it was. Since then, he tries to cum in you often, watching himself spill out of you. Sometimes it is enough to gear him up for a second round, just to get the see the sight once more.

d – dirty secret – [ pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs ]

Orange loves the way you claw at him during sex. He’ll see faint scratch marks down his back, knowing they were from you. He loved seeing evidence marked on his skin of the way you lost control. He loves it because it is just a physical reminder that he is yours, because he is. Just like he knows you are his.

e – experience – [ how experienced are they, do they know what they're doing ? ]

Orange has had a few past serious relationships, and a handful of casual hook-ups. What he didn’t have in experience prior, he learned from you. From watching you, what brings you pleasure.

f – favorite  position – [ this goes without saying ]

Missionary. As boring as it may sound, he loves looking into your eyes as he fucks you. He loves feeling your hands on his back, nails digging into his skin. He gets to watch you as you cum, seeing the bliss on your face. He gets to watch your tits bounce as he pumps into you. He gets to feel your waist and thighs, especially when you wrap your legs around him.

g – goofy – [ are they more serious it the moment? are they humorous? etc ]

Depends on his mood. After a match or workout, he might be more intense and serious. Date night? That’s when the goofier side comes out. He likes to hear your soft giggles mixed in with your moans. Seeing pleasure and a smile on your face does something to him that he can’t explain. His—and your—personal favorite is when he insists on spelling words out when he goes down on you.

h – hair – [ how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes. etc ]

Orange keeps himself maintained. Some hair but trimmed.

i – intimacy – [ how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect ]

Orange doesn’t think of himself as a big romantic, but you disagree. He isn’t prone to big romantic gestures, but it’s the little things that really make you swoon. Like when you are out at a restaurant ordering dessert to split, he orders a second one for you to take home for later. When he is traveling, he makes sure to leave you a few clean tees to sleep in. He’ll send you a dozen sweet messages, as well as snap photos of things that remind him of you—it could be stuffed animals, stars, or a sunset he wishes he was with you to enjoy.

j – jerk off – [ masturbation head cannon ]

Before you, jerking off was something he frequented. It was easier than trying to use dating apps or meeting a woman in a bar. After you, it was seldom that he needed to jerk off. He’d save it for times when you weren’t in the mood, or when he was traveling and couldn’t wait until he got back to you. In those times, he’d be in the shower of the hotel room, picturing your wet and soapy body there with him.

k – kink – [ one or more of their kinks ]

Orange is tame when it comes to kinks. He might be a soft dom, though he doesn’t prefer any honorifics, Maybe the occasional one that slipped past your lips, but he prefers hearing his names coming from your lips. He loves food play in the form on whip cream or even berries. Something about the sweet taste of the whip cream or fruit against your sweet skin drives him wild. His favorite is trailing a berry across your body, licking up the juices. He also absolutely loves when you do it to him too.

l – location – [ favorite places to have sex ]

Orange doesn’t get very adventurous about where he fucks you. He prefers in your house, or behind the locked door of a hotel room. Anywhere that he can have you alone, uninterrupted. He hates the idea of someone else seeing what is just for his eyes—or vice versa—what is meant only for your eyes.

m – motivation – [ what turns them on? ]

You. Just the way your eyes light up when you laugh, or the way your throat bobbles when you swallow is enough to set him off sometimes. You’re his, and everything about you is enough to get a rise out of him. He loves the time when you try or when you tease him, but nothing beats the moments when he just catches a glimpse of you out of the corner of his eyes, knocking the air out of his lungs and yet again reminding him how lucky he is.

n – no – [ something they would not do, turn offs ]

Orange wouldn’t indulge in public sex. It’d be too easy to be caught or overheard. Nor would he ever consider letting someone else fuck you. Sex is something he views to be just between the two of you.

o – oral – [ preference in giving or receiving, skill etc ]

He’ll never say no to receiving. He loves watching you with a mouthful of his cock, eyes looking up at him. However, nothing beats when he goes down on you, tasting you while feeling your thighs around his head, your fingers in his hair, moans of pleasure filling up the room. He loves making you reach completion once or twice with his mouth as foreplay before fucking you.

p – pace – [ are they fast and rough? slow and sensual etc ]

It can vary. When it calls for it, he can do a fast pace. He also loves the times when he can take his time with you. He loves slowly swiveling his hips, gently bucking into you. Hearing your whimpers and pleas, knowing that you want more of him—which he will happily oblige.

q – quickies – [ their opinions on quickies, how often ect ]

He loves them. His flight is in a few hours? Perfect time to pull down your panties, fucking you against the bedroom door.

r – risk – [ are they game to experiment? do they take risks? ]

He doesn’t take many risks. It’s not his usual style. As for experimenting, if it was something you wanted to try, he’d be opened minded. So long as it wasn’t something he was against.

s – stamina – [ how many rounds can they go for? how often ]

Orange could go two rounds, ensuring that you come at least once before he fucks you.

t – toys – [ do they own toys? do they use them? on themselves or a partner? ]

It might not be an often occurrence, but Orange has been known to use your vibrating wand on your clit while thrusting inside you. When he uses it, his favorite position is doggy style while he fucks into you from behind, wand on your clit. Other times, he likes to sit on the bed, watching you use the wand on yourself.

u – unfair – [ how much they like to tease ]

Orange isn’t a big tease. His preference is to fuck you then and there, hearing your gasps of pleasure as you orgasm, squeezing his cock. He loves when you tease him though. Light brushes against his pants, maybe when you wear a pair of lacy panties under a shirt, giving him a glimpse.

v – volume – [ how loud are they, what noise they make ]

He’s not very vocal beyond a few grunts and groans. He likes when you are vocal though, even going as far as reminding you to use your words.

w – wildcard – [ a  random head cannon ]

He groaned, feeling you wiggle on his lap He grunted at the feeling of you wiggling on his lap

He was hard, had been for the last half hour. Had been from the moment you walked into the living room with the container of raspberries you purchased that morning

Wearing nothing but his dark tee. No panties underneath. He already caught a glimpse of your pretty pussy when you straddled him

He let you have your fun.

The sweet, torturous swivel of your hips had your core rubbing against him

Taunting him with what he knew would soon be coming.

He loved your sweet giggle as you reached back into the container for another raspberry

His mouth watered, knowing he was going to later treat you to the same, tasting the other half of the container off your skin.

He sucked in a breath as you ran the berry along his collarbone, down his chest

Your tongue peaking out of your mouth as your head bent down to lap up the juice that trinkled down his skin.

“Fuck, baby.” He mumbled, closing his eyes at the sensation. He could hear your giggles once more before you grinded yourself against him once more.

x – x-ray – [ lets see whats under those clothes, their size ]

I’d say he is about average, maybe a little longer but leaner in girth.

y – yearning – [ how high is their sex drive? ]

Orange’s sex drive is moderate. He might not crave it every day, but it’s not to say you don’t have a healthy sex life. Or that there aren’t the days when you go more than once a day.

z -zzz – [ how quickly do they fall asleep afterwards ]

He doesn’t fall asleep right away. He might doze off a little, staying awake enough to ensure that you are okay. He’ll finally let himself fall asleep once you are asleep, warmly wrapped up in blankets and his arms. Sometimes, he catches himself staring at you, wondering how he got so lucky.

[heelstylerollins]

In case you are interested in fanfiction i wrote this for the aftermath of All In, it kind of works for All Out too.

One Last Drop - Orange Cassidy

PAIRING: Orange Cassidy/unnamed OFC

GENRE: Smut

WORD COUNT: 2.3k

SYNOPSIS: OFC encounters Orange after his bloody match against the BCC, they didn't expect blood to make them horny but here they are.

CONTENT WARNINGS: 18+ explicit sexual content, NSFW, blood play, oral (m receiving), fingering, unprotected sex. Also I used his legal name.

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[chvcklefvck]

Truth

[The Best Friends/AFAB!Reader/OC]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Spicy how?” Trent’s brows furrow.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes.”

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

“(Y/N), truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Easy. Voyeurism.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ok, have you ever had to fake it?”

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

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

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

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

The words suddenly don’t stop.

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

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

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

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

“Wait.” Chuck stops you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Whatever you want.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Already so wet…”

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

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

“Orange,” You yelp out, “I’m close-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You freeze, praying she did not hear him.

“Was that Chuck?”

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

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

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

“Please, I need that out of my head.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Where?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We’re about to figure out.”

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

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[madhatterbri]

Daaaaamn. We got the.... Juice. 😏

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

Warnings: oral (m receiving) cum swallowing. Pussy fingering Unprotected sex (p in v).creampie

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Requested by anonymous. Hope you like it.

From my previous account plentyoffandoms.

WC: 1439

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"I am sorry, but there is only one bed." The staff member behind the desk said once more.

"Well, as you can see, there are two of us, and we are not in a relationship."

"I understand that ma'am, but there is nothing that can be done."

I was ready to rip into the poor hotel staff member when James placed his hand on my shoulder and held his hand out for the key card.

"We will make it work." Was all he said.

I went to open my mouth to complain once more when he just shook his head no at me. I sighed, knowing he was doing the right thing.

I muttered an apology to the staff member and followed James to the elevator.

Once the two of us were in the room, I looked at the bed. It was only a queen size. "It is for only one night." I said to myself.

"If you would like, I can sleep on the couch." I looked at the couch, and I shook my head no. "You are taller than the couch, and you have to get a good night's sleep for your match against Mike. I'll take the couch."

"No, you will be sleeping in the bed. I will not have you sleeping on the couch. We are both adults. We can share a bed." Was all he said before going into the washroom.

The problem is, I sleep naked. I hate sleeping with clothes on. Always have, but I can't sleep naked next to James.

I grabbed the longest t-shirt I had and begrudgingly pulled it over my head and got under the covers.

It was already a bit late when we checked in, and me throwing my little hissy fit did not help any.

I was facing the opposite way when James came out of the washroom. "Going to bed already?" He asked.

"Yeah. May as well."

"Look, why don't we watch a movie and then go to bed."

I thought it over, and it sounded good to me. "Okay." I sat up and propped myself up against the bed.

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"This movie is terrible." I groaned.

"It isn't that bad." He couldn't take his eyes off the TV screen. I should have picked the movie instead of him picking Shortbus.

"I have a feeling you wanted to watch porn, but you can't cause I am in the room." I teased, but instead of him denying it, his face seemed to go red.

"I can just step out if you need to take care of business." I tried to offer.

"Thank you, but that isn't going to help. I'll just have to deal with it tonight."

The mood was now ruined. We turned off the TV, and I laid down, trying to sleep.

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I couldn't sleep due to the fact that I was wearing clothes, and oh, James kept moving around.

After him tossing and turning for what felt like was the tenth time, I turned to face him and came face to face with his bare chest.

I have seen it many times, but not this close. I actually lost my train of the thought for a moment.

"Am I keeping you awake?" The shook me out of my thoughts of licking his chest.

"Yes! I need to sleep, as do you."

"I'm sorry, I can't, though."

"You are not a teen. Just jerk off in the washroom. If not, I will step outside like I offered earlier, or fuck, I will help you. Anything to get you to sleep." I was joking about the last part.

"Really? You'll help me?"

"What? No! I was kidding."

"One night is all I ask. Please." I was about to say no, but my mouth opened and on its own accord, I said,"Yes, but you owe me."

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James was softly moaning my name as I took more and more of him into my mouth. I was only supposed to jerk him off, but as I lay between his spread legs, my hand jerking him off, I mouth watering at the sight of him.

His chest was glistening, his back was arched, and his mouth was hanging open. Just one taste is all I wanted.

I did one long lick up his cock, before wrapping my lips around the tip and started to suck, moaning at the taste of him.

"Oh fuckin' hell. Gonna make me cum." He moaned, as he tried to pull my head away, but I just slapped his hand away.

The tip hit the back of my throat, and I gagged, making him groan, but I pushed through it until my face was buried in his pubic hair.

"Better than I imagined." Did I hear that correctly?

"So good."

"Oh shit, no." Was all the warning he gave before I felt the first rope of cum hit the back of my throat. I started to swallow as fast as I could, but some did spill out of the corners of my mouth.

I pulled my mouth away from him dick, opening my mouth to show him I swallowed all his cum.

I left James on the bed, with his arm covering his eyes, as I went to the washroom to brush my teeth and rinse my mouth out with some mouthwash.

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I came out of the washroom, and James was still lying there naked. I was about to question why when I saw that he was hard again.

"I am not sucking you off again."

"I know, just get on the bed." I did as he asked, and he pushed me until I was lying on my back. "Let me repay you." His hand was trailing down my body, towards me legs, that were already spreading for him.

"Shit, you're soaked. That usually happen when you suck cock?" I nodded my head, moaning as he inserted two fingers easily.

I went to cover my face, embarrassed with how wet I was, but his free hand grabbed my hand. "Don't cover your face. There's no need to be embarrassed. Just relax, and let me help you, like how you helped me."

I went to point out that his cock was still hard, but nothing came out expect a gasp as he curled his fingers just so, easily hitting that spongy spot inside of me.

Oh, he is good. He is very good.

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I had to physically move his hand away from me. I had tears streaming down my face after he coaxed a fourth orgasm out of me.

I pushed him down, climbing on top of him, smashing my mouth against his, raking my nails down his chest.

"Need you." I whimpered.

"I got you, baby. This isn't going to last long, though." He said as I lifted my body just a bit, as I reached down between our bodies and grabbed his dick, holding it as I sunk down on his lap.

I was already so sensitive, that I felt like I was going to cum with him just the tip inside of me.

I looked down to see James, with his eyes squeezed shut and his mouth hanging open. I cupped his face, "Come back to me, James." I started to move back and forth, not wanting him to leave my pussy.

But James flipped us around, and I had my back against the mattress, his hands gripping my legs to wrap them around his body.

He pulled back until just the tip was in, and then he slammed in side of me. I cried out his name.

"Hold on, baby."

His pace was brutal as he fucked me like I have never been fucked before. I came two more times around his cock, and he fucked me through both.

His cock stretched me out just the perfect amount, and I don't think I can go back to anyone else.

"Where?" My sex-haze brain didn't catch all of his questions.

"Huh?"

"Gonna cum. Where?"

"On the pill."

That was all he needed.

He fucked me like this was his last day on earth. Then his thrusts started to get sloppy until he stilled.

He came so much, it started to leak out around him, between my ass cheeks and onto the mattress.

He collapsed on top of me, and I wrapped my arms around him.

"Can you sleep now?"

"Yes. Fuck yes."

I pushed him off of me, and went to go and clean myself up. He yelled from the bed. "Yeah?"

"Want to get one bed the next time?"

I thought it over.

"We will see James. We will see."

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[bullet-clubs-bitch]

When I’m talking shit about someone with my bestie and I didn’t realize they where behind me the whole time

[leahsflwer]

Orange Cassidy dating head-canons 🧡🍊

Warnings: Mentions of smut, adult content included, fluff, daring content, possessiveness, couple things, you get it

Requested by: @yrgirlkaila 😚

James Cipperly (Orange) x Reader

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‧₊˚ 🍊 ⋅ ☆ - This man will be staring into your eyes when you talk to him, are near him, anytime he wants, as you can’t tell what he’s looking at with his shades on most of the time

‧₊˚ 🍊 ⋅ ☆ - He will never admit to being affectionate but he is very touch deprived and wants to be close to you all the time

‧₊˚ 🍊 ⋅ ☆ - Due to that same fact alone, he is secretly protective and addicted to kissing you (especially around others who he thinks fancy you even the smallest amount)

‧₊˚ 🍊 ⋅ ☆ - Only time he makes stupid jokes and laughs about it, is when he sees you drinking orange juice as he quotes “You’re drinking me”. In his mind, he finds the dirty joke hilarious, while you’re just confused by his random sense of humour

‧₊˚ 🍊 ⋅ ☆ - Orange doesn’t let a soul hurt you. If they do, they’re going to be facing the “Best friends” Chuck especially. He will beat up anyone with Orange because they care for you like one of them in the group.

‧₊˚ 🍊 ⋅ ☆ - JEALOUS! He gets so jealous, he reminds you all the time how your lips belong to him and you don’t mind it at all

‧₊˚ 🍊 ⋅ ☆ - Orange finds you cute when you beg, both in a sexual and none sexual way, he just loves it and teases you into doing it often

‧₊˚ 🍊 ⋅ ☆ - He is a quiet man, so his way of comforting you when you’re upset or after you both argue. Is either having you sit in front on him so he can play with your hair. Or he will have you sit on his lap (straddling him) while you hide your face in the crook of his neck

‧₊˚ 🍊 ⋅ ☆ - This man won’t mind putting his shades on you, but don’t try and take them off him, he loves his sunglasses and doesn’t appreciate anyone touching them unless he lets them, which is basically only you

‧₊˚ 🍊 ⋅ ☆ - Riding. He is obsessed with you on his lap riding him. No one gets why he always has you on his lap, but you know why because of his love of you riding him at any pace you please

‧₊˚ 🍊 ⋅ ☆ - He is oddly more turned on after an intense match. Where he could be covered in scratches, a few bruises or even blood dripping down him, it turns him on. Orange is strange

‧₊˚ 🍊 ⋅ ☆ - Orange Cassidy doesn’t use his long hands only with fighting in the ring, he also uses them on you. Mostly to put around your throat, while he claims you. He didn’t think about the idea until he put it there once and heard you whimper under his touch. It has been one of his favourite things since

‧₊˚ 🍊 ⋅ ☆ - Doesn’t care about getting caught while you two have sex. He does not give a damn. If they walk in (most likely Chuck) he will just stare at them for a second and then continue with you

‧₊˚ 🍊 ⋅ ☆ - With you he does end up talking quite a lot, about things he loves. Including the aquarium, wrestling, anything he likes. He will rant and you can just smile as you listen and talk just as much back to him.

‧₊˚ 🍊 ⋅ ☆ - Orange Cassidy is like an evil orange cat, so you will have to deal with him purposely playing on his intrusive thoughts, or you can do the exact same 🤷🏻‍♀️

‧₊˚ 🍊 ⋅ ☆ - Don’t ever try and wear blue denim jeans and jacket because he will hate it. He doesn’t mind if you wear just the jacket or just the jeans, but wear both and he will call you a copy cat. He just prefers you in your own style.

‧₊˚ 🍊 ⋅ ☆ - He is not a man who is turned on with a partner in lingerie or sexy clothing. He loves you in his shirts or a bra and his shorts. Gets him in seconds and you know it.

‧₊˚ 🍊 ⋅ ☆ - Old people sometimes ask you if he is your body guard because of his faceless expression, the glasses and his stance when walking around with you.

‧₊˚ 🍊 ⋅ ☆ - Randomly likes you to come out with him to the ring when he has a match. Finds you adorable when you slap the mat and cheer him on, it just gives him the boost to get up and keep fighting his enemy in the ring.

‧₊˚ 🍊 ⋅ ☆ - Acts like he doesn’t want you to praise him, but he fucking loves it and always want to hear more of it from you.

‧₊˚ 🍊 ⋅ ☆ - Because of that same thing, he will give you the best oral. Whether it’s him eating you out or him fingering you, he will give you all the orgasms he can just to get praise out of you

‧₊˚ 🍊 ⋅ ☆ - He isn’t that into blowjobs or anything of the sort, if you wanted to give him anything close to that, it would be a handjob. He loves how soft your hands are.

‧₊˚ 🍊 ⋅ ☆ - Thinks about how cute you look as you stand in front of him and play with the strings on his pants 👖makes him soft or warm inside, depending on how you’re playing with it

‧₊˚ 🍊 ⋅ ☆ - Overall love Orange Cassidy 👍🏻

[sparklingbpd]

Okay fuck it, my Tumblr is officially going to thirsty bitch hell. As if I have any dignity left to lose 😂

I'M READY TO TRADE POLYMER CLAY PENDANTS FOR AEW SMUT (GODS FUCKING HELP ME). Specifically Wardlow, Darby Allin, Danhausen and Orange Cassidy.

Only hitch is I'm Australian, so postage may take a while.

It's 1am (how do I always get on Tumblr at 1am?!) so I'll upload pics of recent-ish work tomorrow. Sorry to people who've been waiting for me to get off my ass. I've actually polished a few recently so I've got some nice stuff ready to go.

[honeyedlashton]

i’m reading the good side rn and you’ve got me in tears at 9am on a monday 😭😭😭

Omg, please that’s so sweet!!! I remember crying my eyes out writing it!! Damn…and I wrote it in the morning, too. I think it was like 11 am that I finished it that day. I haven’t thought about this fic in a while 😭😭 Thank you for reminding me!! I hope you’re enjoying it!!!

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[ur-fav-alien]

Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: All Elite Wrestling Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Orange Cassidy & Donovan Danhausen Characters: Orange Cassidy, Donovan Danhausen Additional Tags: becoming friends, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Danhausen is strange, Orange Cassidy is also strange, They bond over their strange-ness and chinese food, implied: Chuck Taylor/Orange Cassidy Series: Part 2 of Danhausen + Friends Summary:

Some how, in the weirdness of the world, these two total opposites find solace in one another. Orange Cassidy and Danhausen are the best of friends.

[daddyhausen]

• you and me, forevermore •

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

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

{ word count } — 4.8k

{ pairing } — fem!reader x chuck taylor

{ genre } — hurt/comfort, smut

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

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

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

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

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

“i…i need to go out there-“

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

“i could care less about myself right now!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“aren’t you a brave little thing?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

“but it’s mine…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

your throat grew tight, sobs threatening to spill.

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“like what…? bloody?-“

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

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

“dustin you’re not weak-“

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

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

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

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

“hell…even yuta-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

you continued to praise him with words of your adoration.

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

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

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

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

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

dustin winced at the mention of blood.

“i’m never leaving your side”

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

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

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

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

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

“dustin-“ you managed to squeak in between kisses

“shh sweetheart, let me make you feel good”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“wait, seriously? like right now?”

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

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

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

.*•…………………..•⊹•…………………..•*.

[hooked0n-wrestling]

Writing coming soon!

Hi angels! Quinn here, i've been around tumblr for a while now but this is a fresh account! I wanna get back into writing so i'll leave a list for who i write for, feel free to leave me some requests!

AEW:

Adam Copeland

Adam Page

Anna Jay

Brody King

Buddy Matthews

Daniel Garcia

Britt Baker

Hook

Jamie Hayter

Jay White

Jon Moxley

Juice Robinson

Julia Hart

Kenny Omega

Kris Statlander

Kip Sabian

Kyle Fletcher

Malakai Black

Matthew Jackson

MJF

Nicholas Jackson

Orange Cassidy

Ruby Soho

Swerve Strickland

WWE:

The judgment day (Poly! and individually, i do not write for JD however.)

Liv Morgan

LA Knight

Bayley

Seth Rollins

Cody Rhodes

Jey Uso

Gigi Dolin

Trick Williams

Carmelo Hayes

Cora Jade

Roxanne Perez

CM Punk

Drew Mcintyre

Karrion Kross

Scarlett

Descendants:

Ben

Jay

Harry Hook

Uma

Gil

Red

Chloe Charming

Chad Charming

James Hook

Evie

Bridget/Queen of hearts

Mal

Jane

Red dead redemption

Arthur Morgan

Dutch Van Der Linde

Javier Escuella

John Marston

DC

Rachel Roth/Raven

Dick Grayson

Jason Todd

Garfield Logan / beast boy

Donna Troy

Tim Drake

MASTERLIST

I write for MLM, WLW, Gender Neutral reader, trans reader and so on. I'll write headcanons, fics and maybe mini series in the future. i WILL NOT write smut for now, it may be hinted but my smut writing skills are... not tumblr acceptable. I won't write about anything triggering (e.g R@pe, age gap with anyone under the age of 18, incest, @buse etc.). Fluff and angst are my specialties, so request away!

[heelstylerollins]

One Last Drop - Orange Cassidy PAIRING: Orange Cassidy/unnamed OFC GENRE: Smut WORD COUNT: 2.3k SYNOPSIS: OFC encounters Orange after his bloody match against the BCC, they didn't expect blood to make them horny but here they are. CONTENT WARNINGS: 18+ explicit sexual content, NSFW, blood play, oral (m receiving), fingering, unprotected sex. Also I used his legal name. Read Here

[chvcklefvck]

Got side tracked while writing a couple requests... My Brain finally decided to be useful for once and come up with an idea all by itself. So... I will be posting a very, very spicy Best Friends/Reader/OC fic later (hopefully tonight) and wondered if anyone wanted to potentially be tagged?

It's almost done so I thought I'd go ahead and ask!

[magicalbuttertarts]

Main Masterlist

©️ magicalbuttertarts 2024: do not repost or translate my work. This is the only place I post my work.

Requested ✉️

Christmas 2024 - 🎄

Alternate Universe

For Love & Country [AU] - Will Ospreay x f/Reader

I Choose You [AU] ✉️ - Wardlow x f/Reader

Proper College Education [AU] (18+) - Adam Page x f/Reader x Matt Jackson

My Secret Treasure [AU] ✉️ - Adam Page x f/Reader

Soiled Dove (18+)[AU] - Adam Page x f/Reader

The Dish & The Bruno (AU) ✉️ - Wardlow x f/Reader

We Are the Law (18+) [AU] - Christian Cage x f/Reader x Adam Copeland

We Are the Law pt. 2 (18+)[AU] ✉️ - Christian Cage x f/Reader x Adam Copeland

Yes Professor [AU) (18+) ✉️ - Kenny Omega x f/Reader

Adam Copeland/Edge

In My Lap (18+) ✉️ - Adam Copeland x f/Reader

Sugar baby love ✉️ - Adam Copeland x f/Reader

Adam Page

Backstage at All Out (18+) - Adam Page x Reader

Be Quiet For Me (18+) ✉️ - Adam Page x f/Reader

Kiss under the mistletoe🎄- Adam Page x f/Reader

Noisy aren't you? (18+) ✉️ - Adam Page x f/Reader

Christian Cage

Being Replaced ✉️ - Christian Cage x f/Reader

Lookin' like Class (18+) ✉️ - Christian Cage x f/Reader

Relax (18+) ✉️ - Christian Cage x f/Reader

Colten Gunn

Dancing in the Dark ✉️ - Colten Gunn x f/Reader

Roommates? ✉️ - Colten Gunn x f/Reader

What a celebration (18+) ✉️ - Colten Gunn x f/Reader

Eddie Kingston

Good Feeling (18+) ✉️ - Eddie Kingston x f/Reader

In My Arms - Eddie Kingston x f/Reader

Hook

Celebration (18+) ✉️ - Hook x f/Reader

Check Yes or No ✉️ - Hook x f/Reader

Fake Happy (18+) ✉️ - Hook x f/Reader

Jay White

Unfamiliar (18+) ✉️ - Jay White x f/Reader

Jon Moxley

Good Vibrations (18+) ✉️ - Jon Moxley x f/Reader

Yesterday's Memories ✉️ - Jon Moxley x f/Reader

Konosuke Takeshita

Cookie Suprise ✉️ - Konosuke Takeshita x f/Reader

Matt Jackson

EVP Matthew Jackson (18+)

Stuck together in a snowstorm 🎄 - Matt Jackson x f/Reader

Nick Wayne

Love at first sight ✉️ - Nick Wayne x f/Reader

Orange Cassidy

Only One Bed (18+) ✉️ - Orange Cassidy x f/Reader

The way he looks at her ✉️ - Orange Cassidy x f/Reader

Swerve Strickland

Just One Night (18+) ✉️ - Swerve Strickland x f/Reader

Wardlow

Christmas morning. 🎄- Wardlow x f/Reader

Wheeler Yuta

My Sunshine ✉️ - Wheeler Yuta x Black Reader

Surprise ✉️ - Wheeler Yuta x f/Reader

Will Ospreay

Having it off (18+) ✉️ - Will Osprey x f/Reader

Willow Nightingale

Christmas baking. 🎄 - Willow x f/Reader

Multiple Partners

1 Night of Peace (18+) ✉️ - Wheeler Yuta x f/Reader x Hook

Naive (18+) ✉️ - Edge x f/Reader x Rhea Ripley x Damian Priest

Naive (pt 2) ~ (18+) ✉️ - Edge x f/Reader x Rhea Ripley x Damian Priest

Head Cannons/Multiple People

Diamond in the Rough (TW: Self-harm) - f/Reader with Eddie Kingston, Angelo Parker, & Daniel Garcia

Getting hurt HC ✉️ - Christian Cage, Swerve Strickland, Chuck Taylor & Adam Copeland

Smut Prompt List Requests ✉️

A2: Sex with clothes on (18+) - Nick Wayne x f/Reader

A3: First Time (18+) - Nick Wayne x dom!f/Reader

A8: With Toys (18+) - Julia Hart x f/Reader

A10: Trying a new Position (18+) Darius Martin x f/Reader

A12: Phone Sex (18+) - Mariah May x f/Reader

B1: Talk to Me (18+) - Nick Wayne x f/Reader

B2: Body worship (18+) - Darius Martin x f/Reader (also Gabe Kidd)

B3/F2: Suprise visit at job/work/etc & At work (18+) - Nick Wayne x f/Reader

B4: Overly romantic gestures (18+) - Matt Jackson x f/Reader

C2: Laughing during sex (18+) - Nick Wayne x f/reader

C5: Giggly sex (18+) - Orange Cassidy x f/Reader

C7: Oral sex under kitchen table (18+) - Darius Martin x f/Reader

C9: Watching porn & making fun of the scene (18+) Nick Jackson x f/Reader

C10: Distracting other person with sex (18+) - Darius Martin x f/Reader

C13: Sexting gone wrong (18+) - Nick Wayne x f/Reader

C14: Birthday sex (18+) - Colten Gunn x f/Reader

D2: Cumplay (18+) - Darius Martin x f/Reader

D7: Breath play (18+) - Eddie Kingston x f/Reader (also Gabe Kidd)

D9: Spanking (18+) - Darius Martin x f/Reader

D10: Fisting (18+) - Mariah May x f/Reader

E2: Fetish fulfillment (18+) - Darius Martin x f/Reader

E4: Sensory deprivation (18+) - Action Andretti x f/Reader

E13: Aftercare (18+) - Nick Wayne x f/Reader

E9: Humiliation (18+) - f/reader x the elite (bucks & kenny)

E15: Requesters Choice (18+) Nick Wayne x f/Reader

F7: In a car (18+) - Darius Martin x f/Reader

F8: Public transport (18+) - Anna Jay x f/Reader

F9: Shower Sex (18+) - Nick Wayne x f/Reader

F4: At the Movie Theatre (18+) - Daniel Garcia x Wheeler Yuta

F13 Parent's House (18+) - Nick Wayne x f/Reader

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All-The-Things-2020 Fan Fiction Masterlist

So I’ve decided to create a pinned Masterlist for all of my finished fics. Some of them are posted only on AO3 right now but I will migrate them here to tumblr as I have time.

Pedro Pascal Characters

Year of Fandom Crossovers Masterlist

Masterlist of all the fics I wrote this year as part of the Year of Creation Challenge.

Din Djarin x Reader - A Sprig of Silver & Blue

A holiday inspired one-shot featuring Din and The Child (written before we knew Grogu’s name).

Din Djarin x OFC (Tala Pavan) - Deeds Not Less Valiant

Completed series taking place after season 3. Demisexual Din finds out that maybe romance and love has a place in his life after all.

Din Djarin x OFC (Mariana Loxli) - Finding His Way series Masterlist. AO3 link to 1st title in series

Non-canon compliant series that takes place following season 1. It is canon-compliant up to that point and then diverges. Din and The Child meet a former Imperial slave who changes their lives for good. Featuring cameos from Luke Skywalker, Han Solo and Chewbacca.

Din Djarin - The Man in the Shiny Mask (Futurama crossover)

Futurama script bringing Din and Grogu into the 31st century where they meet the crew of Planet Express.

Javier Peña x OFC (Cassidy Yates) - No Better Place

Completed series taking place in Laredo after Javi leaves the DEA. Featuring horses and some smut.

Joel Miller - Kindred Spirits (Anne of Green Gables crossover)

Joel and Ellie’s relationship reimagined on Prince Edward Island.

Joel Miller - Joel’s Pony Party

You are planning a birthday party for your six year old niece. Turns out the guy who runs the pony party place offers you more than just a pony ride.

Dieter Bravo - Fifty Shades of Orange (The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy crossover)

Dieter ends up on the Heart of Gold and Arthur still can’t find a decent cup of tea.

Dieter Bravo x Orignal Female Character (Emily) - Late Night Talking

Regular person Emily meets celebrity Dieter Bravo. Romance ensues, along with plenty of humor and angst.

Frankie Morales - I Need a Pilot (Star Wars crossover)

Everyone’s favorite helicopter pilot transported to the Star Wars galaxy, with cameos by Finn and Poe.

Ezra x Reader - Lost, Only to Be Found (The Last of Us crossover)

Ezra and Cee in the Last Of Us universe. This one has a bittersweet ending.

Ezra x OFC (Claire) - All Our Future Prospects.

Ezra and Cee meet a corporate scientist and they all learn the importance of found family.

Marcus Moreno - Not All Heroes Wear Capes (Star Trek: the Next Generation crossover)

Marcus tries to revive his Starfleet career after losing his wife.

Non-Pedro Pascal Characters

Legolas - A Grey Ship Sails.

How Legolas and Gimli came to leave the shores of Middle Earth after the death of Aragorn.

Samwise Gamgee - Into the West. AO3 link

How Samwise the Brave followed Mister Frodo into the West.

Poe Dameron x Finn - Family Is More Than Blood series Masterlist.

Pure Stormpilot fluff, featuring a few crossovers with characters from the Finding His Way series. Also a hint of Reylo.