#trent beretta imagine
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• kinktober day four : ddlg — trent beretta •
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{ summary } — after a nightmare, trent’s attempt at consoling you proves futile. however, he does know one way to calm your fears
{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact }, ddlg, daddy kink, sub!reader, little!reader, soft sex, mild somnophilia, comfort, praise, vaginal sex, penetrative sex, internal cumshots vaginal creampie, male + female orgasms, squirting
{ word count } — 1k
{ pairing } — fem!reader x trent beretta
{ genre } — smut
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his eyelids fluttered open in the dead of night
a soft exhale left his lips unsure as to why he’d woken up so suddenly
his eyes still adjusting to the soft glow of the moonlight peaking from behind the curtains
an overwhelming sense of dread flooded his veins upon hearing soft frightened whimpers from beside him.
his blood ran cold, throat ran dry as he turned to face the origin of the sound
he saw you, clinging to the bedsheets, cowering beneath them
your face hidden on the pillows, calling out for him despite being deep in slumber
he noticed the tear stains dampening the pillow, how your body shuddered with fear
“princess…hey wake up…”
his large palm engulfed your shoulder as he grabbed it, shaking you, in an attempt to rouse you from your slumber.
you awoke in a panic, arms outstretched, searching for him in the darkness until you made contact with his bicep, clinging to him
“shh sweetheart, it’s okay, i’m here”
he engulfed you into his warmth, his embrace felt homely, comforting…safe.
letting his palm gently smooth the back of your head, gingerly twirling stray strands of his around his fingers
you cowered into his, softly sobbing into his chest
“i-i’m sorry i woke you up…” you muttered against his skin
“oh no, sweetheart, it’s alright. don’t be sorry”
his fingertips drew small shapes against the nape of your neck
moving in slow, comforting circles
“are you alright? do you want to talk about it now?”
he questioned cautiously, afraid that more tears would spill
you shook your head no, clinging to him desperately
“alright princess…i won’t force you to say anything now…whenever your ready”
you peered up at him, eyes puffy and red, stinging with tears as you tried to meet his gaze
“d-daddy…?” you whimpered
“yes sweetheart?” he answered, cupping your cheeks, more attentive that usual as your regression began
it wouldn't happen often, only in moments where you felt the most afraid
and ironically, the most comfortable and safest with him
you paused for a moment, contemplating your words
mouth hung agape but no words left your lips
your eyes dipped down to your hands, twiddling your thumbs in your lap
“hey, hey…” he began.
“what is it?” his thumb gently swiping tears from your heated cheeks
“j-just…” you stuttered
“promise me you won’t leave…”
his heart broke.
“oh honey…” he cooed, engulfing you tightly in is embrace
“is that what your nightmare was about?”
you nodded, feeling safe and warm in his arms
“i’m not going anywhere, okay. i’ll be right here, always”
he pressed a sweet kiss to your forehead
letting his lips linger a few more seconds then they needed too
“now relax, sweetheart…daddy will help you sleep”
you nodded softly, tiredly
sleep gently lulling you back into a peaceful state
your head soon hit the pillow, a small sigh leaving your lips
your back pressed against his chest, letting him whisper sweet nothings into you ear to help calm you
his hips angled against yours, fingers hooking into your panties, pulling them to the side
i’m right here. princess…i’m never going to leave you”’
he freed his cock from his sweatpants
teasing your folds with the tip
gathering your wetness, slowly pushing himself into you
your whimpers deep in your chest, almost as if you were trying to silence them
trent’s lips peppered gentle kisses to the tops of your shoulders
the act seemingly help calm you down momentarily
“daddy…” you mumbled
“hmm?” he muttered against your neck, the sound reverberating in your skin
“i love you…”
“i love you too sweetheart…”
he wrapped a hand around your waist, pulling you closer against him
his cock sinking deeper into you with each movement
“oh fuck…” he groaned out breathlessly
the feeling of your cunt was unmatched. it was perfect
so tight. so warm
“feels so good, daddy”
“i know baby” he panted. “you feel so good for me”
he let his hand slip between your thighs
teasing your clit with the tips of his fingers
adoring the way you shuddered and whined against him
“you’re safe, princess…i won’t let anything hurt you”
trent’s fingers drew out your pleasure, in small circular strokes
your cunt quivering around his impressive size
feeling him pulse and throb inside of you
you cling to his arm, hips grinding against it, trying to desperately add more friction your clit craved
“cum for me baby, you’re so close, you’re doing so well”
you felt the pulse rise between your thighs, aided by the gentle strokes of his cock and swirl of his fingers
“daddy…please”
“please what, sweetheart?”
“i want it…i want it all” you whimpered in between breathes. he knew exactly what you meant
“you’ll get all of it, my princess” he tilted your head back to kiss you roughly as he increased his movements
“you’ll get every last drop”
your sleepy whines grew louder, more desperate for release
you did not even recognise your own orgasm
gushing around his size, and his fingers
“there’s my good girl…” he muttered against your lips
“i’m gonna cum, princess…daddy’s gonna fill you up”
without another word he released
his hot cum filling you to the brim, leaking out of your aching cunt as he pulled out
he admired the way you clung to him, still so needy for his touch
“c’mere sweetheart…” he pulled you onto his chest, allowing you to listen to the soft thrums of his heart beat
“feel better?” you nodded with a soft hum in response
“good…” he kissed your forehead gently
“get some sleep, princess…i love you”
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Truth
[The Best Friends/AFAB!Reader/OC]
Summary: A night with Chuck, Trent, and OC leads to many things being said, especially a confession from you that piques everyone's interest.
Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI! oral sex [fem receiving], vaginal fingering, group sex, multiple orgasms, foursome, unprotected sex (i'm forgetful, if i did happen to not put something here give me a gentle nudge and i'll fix it!)
Word Count: 4,000+ (4321 to be exact)
A/N: I love Chuck Taylor... I mean I love all of them but I think you'll be able to see who my favorite is...
It is just you, Chuck, Trent, and OC. Danhausen has retired to his room, he said it was too late and he needed to rest, so you four are left sitting on the hotel room floor. You are laid out staring at the ceiling, hands resting on your stomach. Chuck is on the left of you, Trent on the right of you and Orange is across from you.
You shut your eyes momentarily, “We could play a game?” Your voice is soft and uncertain.
“That’s actually a good idea,” Chuck pats you on the shoulder, reassuring you, “but what?”
“Truth or Dare,” You suggest, regretting it almost immediately. Without thinking, you add onto the game, “But spicy.”
“Spicy how?” Trent’s brows furrow.
You’re caught in headlights. You shrug, “We can disregard that. If you want.”
“No, no,” Chuck is smirking, “That sounds fun. Unless you aren’t comfortable.”
“You guys are my friends, it’s fine. I trust you to not… go overboard.”
They all smile at you and nod. You sit up and rake your fingers through your hair, trying to think if this is actually a good idea. They suggest you go first, you did suggest the game after all, and you take a moment to think.
“Uh,” Your eyes cut upwards, “I pass my turn to Chuck.” This makes Trent and Chuck burst out laughing. “I can’t think of anything!”
“Okay,” Chuck smiles widely at you, and your stomach flips. ‘Oh God, he’s going to target me,’ You’re screaming to yourself. His eyes quickly flick to OC and you briefly untense. “I’ll start with Orange, since you seem concerned.” He places a hand on you. Your stomach flips again. “Truth or dare?”
Orange Cassidy’s eyes flick up to Chuck, looking a thim through his lashes. He shrugs, “Truth.”
Chuck gives him a toothy grin and decides to go slightly easy on him. “Is there someone in this room you’d fuck?”
“Yes.”
That was a fast response. Chuck does not ask him to elaborate. But, it does set the tone for the rest of the game. It’s now Orange’s turn and his eyes land on you. He’s looking at you over his sunglasses and your breath catches in your throat.
“(Y/N), truth or dare?”
“Truth.”
Trent lets out a groan, “This should just be called truth.”
Chuck, OC, and you give Trent a look. “Calm down,” Chuck swats a hand at him, “It’s the beginning of the game. Anyway, we gotta cut (Y/N) some slack.”
This lights a fire in you. You don’t change your answer, but you’re prepared to show them they don’t need to cut you some slack.
“Are you as innocent as you act?” Orange’s facial expression is unchanging, as if he isn’t interested in what you’re about to say. However Chuck and Trent look at you with bated breath. They seem interested.
Keeping a straight face, you hit them with a ‘no’. Trent and Chuck let out an ‘oh’ and Orange cocks a brow at you. You do not elaborate. If he wanted to know more, he would have asked more. It’s now your turn and you shift towards Trent. “Truth or dare?”
“I’m gonna make this easy on you,” He says in a playful tone, “Truth.”
“And you got mad at them for picking truth?” Chuck rolls his eyes.
You ignore Chuck and hit Trent with your question, “One of your biggest kinks?”
“Easy. Voyeurism.”
You stick that in the back of your mind, and hope that it will come in handy later. Trent rubs his hands together and looks at Chuck. “(Y/N) may be an easy target, but you haven’t gone yet, so truth or dare, Chuck?”
“I’m gonna change things up a bit here… Dare.”
Trent laughs, “Finally. Chuck, I dare you to confess something to the last person you texted.”
Chuck is quick to grab his phone, while asking “Like what kind of confession?” Before Trent can respond, Chuck sighs. Trent ignores the sigh and gives an answer.
“I don’t know dude. You text us and Danhausen. So stick to the theme if it’s us. Especially if it’s Danhausen actually.”
“Well you’re in luck,” Chuck skips over you and looks directly at Trent. “It happens to be someone in this room. Do you want me to text the confession?”
“Chuck, you ask too many questions.” Orange is leaned back against the wall, not caring to look at Chuck.
“Chuck, I don't care. As long as it’s a confession.”
You watch as Chuck grabs his phone and pauses. He’s in deep thought and begins to type. You wait for him to hit the send button. Your eyes go wide for the one moment the room is silent. Then a phone buzzes. You notice it’s yours, on the nightstand beside one of the queen sized beds.
Chuck, Trent, and Orange all motion for you to go check it and you slowly get up. As you walk towards your phone you can feel their eyes on you. You pick your phone up and check the message.
‘Don’t tell them, but we’ve all talked about you. How attractive we think you are. I’m not the only one who likes you.’
Your face heats up immediately. You’re stuck staring at your phone. Their eyes are still on you, and you are left wondering if they've been checking you out this whole time. You exhale slowly and try to seem unbothered.
“Well, what does it say?” Trent is the first to speak up.
“You didn’t say I had to share.” You give him a sly smile. You lock your phone and place it in your pocket, and walk back over to the group. You sit a little closer to Chuck than you had before and Trent notices. If Orange does, he doesn’t let it show.
Chuck is up again and his eyes are on you, “Truth or dare?”
You want to pick dare, badly. But, the fact that these guys seem ruthless… you stick with your gut feeling telling you to pick truth. Chuck places his finger on his chin and inhales sharply through his nose. “It’s okay, hit me with whatever you want. Like I said earlier, I trust you guys… For now…” Your eyes narrow playfully at Chuck.
“Ok, have you ever had to fake it?”
You’re shocked for a good fifteen seconds. And Chuck gives you a confused look. You finally answer the question before they can tell you that you don’t have to, but you do sound more embarrassed than you mean to.
“Yeah, actually,” you scratch the back of your neck, “I don’t remember a time I haven’t faked it…” You let out a nervous laugh. The awkwardness in the air could be absolutely sliced through and you briefly think about running. Fast and far.
“That’s sad.” OC is the first to speak up.
“Thanks.” You nod at him. There is more silence as you and Orange sort of give each other a nod. Then you break the silence, quite violently. “It wasn’t for lack of trying on my end.” You bring your hand up to your chest and they are all watching you. Chuck slides in with ‘of course’ and you carry on, “I’m just a Grade A people pleaser, in and out of the bedroom, and my last partner kinda… ran with that?”
The words suddenly don’t stop.
“I found myself faking many an orgasm just to get that fucker to take his hands off me and go the fuck to sleep. I mean? Someone can only enjoy missionary for so long! Especially if you’re gonna be so sloppy and only care about yourself!” You throw your hands up in the air, “And! And, that was my last boyfriend, I’ve been single for a while now-”
“You’ve never received any good head, or anything like that?”
“No!” You look at Trent and cross your arms, “It’s not your turn and you didn’t ask me truth or dare.” You look over at the clock on the nightstand and sigh, “Sorry guys… I shouldn’t have exploded like that. It’s getting late, I should probably head back to my room.”
You unfold your legs from under you and start to head towards the door. It’s silent again, but it’s not so deafening this time. Instead, it’s very calming. Giving you time to collect your thoughts. And your thoughts are ‘go the fuck to bed’. Your hand grabs the cool, metal handle of the door and you begin to open it.
“Wait.” Chuck stops you.
You freeze and turn your head over your shoulder, closing the door. You don’t think much about how he said it and almost think he’s going to apologize. You expect a goodnight and goodbye, but you don’t expect what’s about to come out of his mouth.
“You can stay if you want.” Chuck stands up and begins to make his way towards you. Your body turns completely towards your group of friends and you cock your head. Your back is almost against the door. Chuck reaches you, standing closer than you expect, and he leans down to your level. “In fact, we would love to help you release some of your frustrations.”
Your eyes almost bug out of your head. You muster the courage to finally talk, and in the quietest voice you ask, “Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?”
“I think I can speak for all of us when I say yes.”
“Okay.” It’s the only thing you can say. ‘Okay’. You feel silly for that being the only thing that comes from your mouth, but you can only process one thing at a time. And words aren’t that one thing when someone presents an opportunity like this to you.
Trent and OC are still sitting on the floor, their eyes watching you as they wait for what’s coming next. Chuck is standing in front of you, smiling widely at your answer. You bite the inside of your lip and swallow hard. You aren’t sure what to say or do now. You gave the okay, but…
“What now?” You can’t take your eyes off of Chuck.
“Whatever you want.”
You nod, “Okay, well I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about you three as well-”
“We’ll start there,” His voice is calming, reassuring. You’re grateful that he doesn’t pull you to the middle of the room, he’s giving you your space, while being practically on top of you. You feel safe. “What do you think about?”
“Uh,” You draw a blank. “I think- This is slightly embarrassing.” You let out a nervous laugh and hug yourself tightly. “I’ve never had my feelings cared for like this.”
“Don’t worry, we’ll take care of you.” Trent is smiling at you from his spot on the floor and OC nods.
“Alright,” You close your eyes tight. “I’ve thought about all of you fucking me. Especially Orange Cassidy. His cool, no cares attitude is very attractive.” You inhale sharply, holding your breath and your eyes are still screwed shut. You then squint one eye open and examine the room. Orange and Trent are both standing up now, and your stomach is flipping.
You try to relax and open your eyes all the way. You exhale slowly and wait for someone to say something.
“Orange, would you like to do the honors?” Trent is quick to ask when he realizes how nervous the quiet makes you.
“Of course,” He is smirking, a sight you are definitely not used to seeing, causing your stomach to fill with butterflies. He doesn’t move towards you at first, because you’re frozen where you are. No boundaries are going to be overstepped and you are thankful for that.
Chuck does end up grabbing your hand and asking quietly if this is okay. You nod and let him lead you further into the room. Once you meet Orange, your face is heating up and fast. Your whole body is burning and you are craving physical touch. Chuck lets go of your hand and you're staring at Orange’s sunglasses, trying your best to read his expression.
“Are you sure this is okay-” You start to ask them, “-this isn’t some ‘oh, we feel bad for (Y/N)’ thing is it?”
“I can assure you, this is more than okay.” Trent is the first one to talk. Chuck and Orange nod at the statement. “And we aren’t doing this ‘cause we feel bad for you, we want you to feel good.”
You nod and look back at Orange with curious eyes. He makes the first move. His hands cup your face, gently. You grab his forearms and are still trying to figure out what’s going through his head. You don’t have much time to think about it, as Orange moves in and begins kissing you. You’re quick to kiss back
His lips are soft and his movements are calculated and very much thought through. His tongue runs across the bottom of your lip and you open your mouth slightly. Orange takes no time to slip his tongue into your mouth. His hands move from your face and to your hips, and your hands move to around his neck.
You begin to maneuver yourself towards one of the beds and Orange does not fight that. You fall back on the bed and Orange is holding himself above you, his lips not leaving yours. Your hips buck into his and you let out a whine.
Orange moves his mouth from yours and to your jawline. He begins to move down to your neck, nipping and kissing the sensitive skin. Your hands are gripping his jean jacket and your legs instinctively wrap around his waist.
“Fuck,” Your voice is quiet, strained, “please- please fuck me.”
“Uh-uh,” You hear Chuck from across the room and look at him with wide eyes, “Not yet. We can’t fuck you without some foreplay!”
You throw your head back and groan. Suddenly, your legs are being pulled from down from Orange’s waist and he pulls himself up. He unbuttons your pants and begins to pull them down. You shimmy out of them and kick them across the room. Orange then goes for the waistband of your panties. His fingers slip under the fabric and he smirks as he touches your pussy.
“Already so wet…”
Orange’s fingers are slow to push past your folds. His eyes, behind his sunglasses, lock with yours and he begins to pump his fingers in and out of your cunt. You let out a whine and grab the sheets beneath you, balling the fabric in your fists. Orange moves down to your neck again and begins nipping and sucking on the skin. Your hips buck upward as his fingers pull out and you gasp when he pushes back into you.
He is quick to pick a pace and stick with it. Orange is not sloppy. He is anything but at the moment. You are a whining mess under him. You are begging for more, pleading that he lets you cum. You want release, one that only he can give.
“Orange,” You yelp out, “I’m close-”
You need not say more. His fingers move a little faster, his thumb moving to your clit. He rubs circles, methodically. Between that and his fingers pumping in and out of you, you’re ready to lose it.
You are sent over the edge. Your whole body tenses, and your hips buck one last time. You’re mumbling under Orange, no one can quite catch what you’re talking about. All they know is you’re seeing stars. Orange’s fingers slow down and he pulls them from you, as to not overstimulate you.
You are left alone on the bed, in only your panites and shirt. But you aren’t alone for long. The bed shifts behind you and your head is gently lifted up. You look to find Chuck positioning himself, your head in his lap and his hands on your shoulders. He gives you a soft smile and your stomach flips once more.
The bottom of the bed shifts this time, and you look down to see Trent sitting on his knee in front of you. Trent’s hands grab your thighs and you let him pull them apart. He doesn’t move them much, and once he’s situated between your legs, he gives you a curious look.
“You up for more?” He cocks his head at you.
“Yes!” It’s enthusiastic. And all Trent needs to hear. He is eager to pull your underwear down and you lift your hips to help the process. Trent begins to kiss your inner thighs, working his way up towards the throbbing heat between your legs. Once he reaches your pussy, he is soft and slow.
Trent takes his time with you. He is just about as calculated as Orange, if not more so. His tongue laps at you, taking all of you in he can. He focuses on your clit, and moves back to licking stripes up your pussy.
“You’re doing so good~” One of Chuck’s hands cups your face, his fingers ghosting over your cheek. You nod, the praise only pushing you further. Too hung up on Chuck’s words, you don’t realize Trent is helping himself as he eats you out. You only figure it out as he moans into you.
Your hips buck and you cry out his name. Your eyes lock with Chuck’s and he smiles at you. His thumb rubs down your cheek. Trent lets out another moan and you gasp, hips rolling.
“Close- Again-” Your hips begin to roll a little more violently. Your eyes roll back as one of your hands ball the sheets up again, and your other is gripping Chuck’s forearm. You let out a loud moan, before calling out Trent’s name. Your legs tense, tightening around Trent. He doesn’t seem to mind though. Neither of you can stop moaning long enough to even mind.
Your phone begins to ring from across the room and that doesnt even snap you out of the fucked haze you’re in. You don’t care to answer it, until Chuck mentions it’s ringing again. You groan and sit up once Trent pulls away from you. You notice Orange on the other bed, taking care of himself as well.
“I’ll grab it for you,” Chuck gives you a kiss on the top of your head and gets up. He grabs the phone from your pants pocket and brings it to you. You notice it’s Ruby and your eyes widen slightly.
“I forgot to tell her where I was-” You call her back without thinking, forgetting that Orange was still across the room rubbing one out. You sit half naked on the bed, waiting for her to answer.
“(Y/N),” Her voice is full of worry, “I’ve been worried sick-”
“I’m just hanging out with-” Orange lets out a quiet, muffled moan and your eyes shoot over to him. Your words taper off and you hear Ruby let out a huff. “Oh, sorry, I may not make it back tonight. It’s late and I’m- um, tired.”
“Yeah, I can tell, did I wake you up?” Ruby is less concerned now, but more curious than anything. Your pause is enough to make it click and she clears her throat, “Oh, did you meet someone?”
It’s not on speaker, but your phone is turned up enough for the others to catch what she’s saying. Chuck snorts, “Yeah, a few people.”
You freeze, praying she did not hear him.
“Was that Chuck?”
Chuck almost loses his mind. You let out a terrified squeak and resist the urge to just hang up. “Well I’m not going to say it wasn’t-”
“Yeah, I’m gonna let you go, just wanted to know you were safe.” And with a bye, she hangs up. You throw your phone down and yourself back on the bed. You grab a pillow and let out a loud scream into it. You lay there, silent, and put the pillow back. “Well, that went worse than I had hoped for.”
Chuck and Trent are trying not to laugh, and you pout at them. Chuck clears his throat and smirks at you, “I think I know a way to get your mind off that.” And just like that you remember why you’re still in their room.
“Please, I need that out of my head.”
Chuck is eager for his turn. You’re still sitting on the bed, and Chuck motions for you to scoot up, towards the pillows. You follow his instructions and he begins to undress. You remember your shirt is still on and are quick to remove it, along with your bra.
Trent and Orange are both resting on the other bed now. Leaving you and Chuck with the other one. You lay there, vulnerable and open. Ready for the taking. And for once, you don’t mind it. It doesn’t bother you that your body is seemingly on display for three of your friends. You’re having the best night of your life, and you’re glad it’s your friends giving you this experience.
Chuck is eager to begin. He takes his time with you though. He positions himself over you and you inhale deeply. He can tell you’re a little nervous still. He begins to kiss you, and every bit of anxiety seems to leave. Chuck is leaning over you, holding himself up with one arm, his other tracing down your ribs.
“You mentioned earlier not liking missionary, right?” Chuck asks, eliciting a nod from you. “It’s not my favorite either.” And with that, you’re flipped over. Ass up, face in the pillows. You gas. “Is this alright?”
You nod. You can get used to all of these questions being asked. You can get used to being this comfortable and enjoying every bit of everything happening.
Chuck starts to angle himself at your entrance, his hands resting on your hips. You look over towards Trent and Orange, who both seem ready for another round of whatever the fuck you four have going on. While focusing on them, Chuck takes the chance to slip inside of you. You moan out as soon as he enters, walls tensing around him.
He begins to slowly thrust in and out of you, “Be as loud as you want,” He leans over you, “I want to know how good I make you feel.”
You nod, words not working for the time being. Your breathing becomes heavy as Chuck picks up his pace. His thrusts are becoming slightly faster. Once he reaches a pace you are very reactive to, he sticks with it, not faltering even a little bit. You find yourself biting down on the pillow under you and as soon as you let it go, a loud pleasure filled sob rips form your throat.
“Fuck!” You wail out. Chuck keeps going. He’s groaning behind you, Trent and Orange are beating it once again, your cries of pleasure fueling their desires. The sound of skin hitting skin fills the room, along with the bed slightly squeaking under you. You can’t focus on those things though. You can only focus on what you’re feeling. You only want to focus on how amazing you are feeling.
Chuck’s thrusts become slightly off from what they were as he begins to feel euphoria himself. You can tell he’s growing close, because of the noises he’s starting to make. Not only are his thrusts growing a little sloppy, he is getting louder.
You lay under him, crying for more. Crying about how close you are. Crying for release. He gives you everything you’re asking for.
Chuck’s thrusts begin to speed up even more. He’s hitting places you’ve never even felt before and you’re left seeing stars. You scrunch up the covers under you one more time. Everything in you is tense. Chuck is keeping your hips up as it’s become hard for you to hold them up yourself. His grip on you is slightly bruising and you don’t even care. You hope it does bruise, you want nothing more than to feel this for days after it’s over.
One last cry rips from you as you finally hit the euphoria you’ve been looking for. The cry turns into a long, drawn out moan and you notice Chuck’s thrust slowing down.
“Where?”
You resist the primal urge to say ‘inside’, and quickly reply with “Stomach.” Before you know it, Chuck is no longer in you and you’re being flipped onto your back. Chuck grabs his cock and pumps it until he comes. Hard and fast and all over your stomach. It’s warm and sticky and you don’t even mind.
Chuck falls over beside you and you take a moment to take everything in. All of you are breathing loudly, catching your breaths. Your chest is heaving and you turn to look at Chuck. You realize it’s over. You begin to sit up and take yourself to the bathroom. “Um, thanks? I, uh- do you want me to leave?”
“No!” They all reply, but Orange sounds slightly less enthusiastic than his friends. Your mouth forms an ‘o’ and you look at all of them. Chuck shifts and you look back at him. “I mean, you can if you want. But it’d be very rude of us to make you clean yourself up and then go back to your room all by yourself.”
“So… I can stay here? Like, it won’t be an issue.”
They all let out a snort, “It’s fine. In fact I’d much prefer you stay.” You nod at Chuck. “Now, let’s get you cleaned up.”
“Can all of us fit in the bathroom?” You ask as you stand up.
“We’re about to figure out.”
You didn’t imagine the night ending the way it had. And you sure as hell didn’t think your morning would be starting this way. But you wouldn't change it for anything.
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Chuck Taylor & Trent Beretta -- Headcanon
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word count: 558
pairing: fem!reader & Chuck Taylor & Trent Beretta
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“You are such a good girl.” Trent praised, pushing fallen hair out of your face. “So fucking good for us.” His voice was low, mixed with the sound of a low growl.
You beamed at the praise, his words running heat through you, adding to the dripping mess between your legs.
Your eyes darted up to look at him—mouth too full to speak—and he met your gaze before smiling at you.
You hadn’t expected the night to turn out this way. It started with kissing and escalated from there. Not that you were complaining when they were stripping your clothes off you. Just like you weren’t complaining now, naked and on your hands and knees on your bed.
Trent was in front of you, fucking your mouth. One hand gripping your hair as you had your lips wrapped around him.
Chuck was in the back, fucking you from behind. One hand was on your hip, the other wrapped around and toying with your clit.
It was good. The fine mix of nearly too much and not enough all at once. The sound of various grunts and moans, mixing with the sound of flesh slapping.
“Damn straight.” Chuck praised, thumb swiping over your clit once more. You moaned at the sensation, hips rocking back against him. “Such a beautiful little thing, aren’t you baby? So fucking cute, and such a good little slut for us.”
You heated at his words. You never thought you’d like being called a little slut, but you couldn’t deny how much you liked the idea of being their little slut.
Even if it was just one night.
You moaned again. Trent swore under his breath, praising you once more at the vibrations.
“Is it good, baby?” Chuck teased, thumb swiping over your clit once more. He chuckled as you clenched around him. “Yeah? You like when I do this, huh?” He taunted, thumb swiping over you once more. “I can feel you clenching, baby. You’re real close, aren’t you?”
You nodded your head as much as you could. You moaned as Trent changed the pace up, swallowing down more of him.
You could feel drool on the side of your mouth. You weren’t sure how you looked, sure you looked as fucked out as you felt.
“Yeah, baby? You gonna come for us?” Trent asked, stroking your hair for you. While Chuck’s thrusts were rougher, Trent was softer. You could see the sweeter side of him coming out, even when fucking.
You enjoyed it. The contrast of the two of them, both of them controlling your body in two different ways. They both were using you, and you were absolutely getting off on it.
“Come for us, baby girl.” Chuck instructed. You moaned as your stomach tightened, clenching around him as you came.
Trent was next. He grunted, spilling in your mouth, whispering praise as you swallowed him down.
Finally, Chuck came. He grunted your name, before slipping out of you to dispose the condom.
Trent had reached for you, getting you settled in the bed. He wrapped an arm around you, kissing the side of your head. “Did so damn good baby.”
“You did.” Chuck agreed, laying next to you. He brought his hand to your hip, drawing circles on your skin. “Next time though, I get that pretty mouth of yours.”
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Be Careful What You Wish For
Pairing: Trent Beretta x female!reader
Category: Smut
Word count: 2,518
Summary: During your date night dinner, you find it hard focusing on anything other than dessert. On the car ride home, you push your luck one too many times, and you’re more than willing to deal with the consequences.
Warnings: Swearing, smut, Stern yet Soft Dom!Trent, female reader but no description of reader, dirty talk, face sitting, Brat Tamer!Trent, fingering, intense orgasm resulting in tears
Dedicated to: @wheeler-beretta-harwood Hope you love it hun! 😉
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You were currently out at dinner with your longtime boyfriend, Trent Beretta. The night was going good. There was laughter, your favorite food, your favorite drink, your favorite person, your favorite restaurant. Trent did an excellent job in planning date night tonight. The only thing missing was dessert; your favorite dessert: Trent. You had a plan to make sure you got dessert as soon as possible.
As the night continued, you couldn’t keep your focus on the conversation instead your focus was on your handsome man’s sexy body. You had to get him home now. Thankfully, the waitress must have seemed to get the memo because she quickly brought over the bill and gave you a subtle nudge with a wink. Were you being that obvious or did she just pick up on the vibe? You weren’t sure, but you gave her a very appreciative look before she left the table.
Once the bill was paid and a generous tip was left for the waitress, who you whispered a ‘thank you’ to on your way out the door, you and Trent were in the car headed to your shared home. The ride home you kept stealing glances at him and teasing him by placing your hand on his thigh and slowly moving your hand up his leg. You could hear his breathing change from steady to rapid. You knew you didn’t have much time before he parked in the driveway of your home so you went to work, palming him through his jeans.
Trent groaned, shooting you a look that said ‘be careful what you wish for’. You could tell he was just as turned on as you were by the way he gently but firmly grabbed your wrist, moving your hand away. “Wait. We’re almost home.” His stern voice and that look just made you wetter. You knew better than to put your hand back on him, but that’s exactly what you did. You were feeling bold and bratty, regardless of the consequences.
Once again, Trent removed your hand, rougher this time. He kept a tight grip on your wrist, not enough to hurt you but enough to make you keep from trying again. You whined at being denied of teasing him, and tried to wiggle your wrist free, but every time you tried, he squeezed your wrist. “You can try all you want, but it’s not happening, babygirl.” He informed you of your futile attempts. You knew he was right; you weren’t going to be able to tease him any more…. at least not in the car. You looked out the window, smirking to yourself as you thought about the things you would do to him once you both entered your house.
Finally coming to a stop in the driveway, Trent released your wrist for you to exit the car. No sooner than the two of you were out of the car you made a show of walking to the front door, swaying your hips a little more than normal, you slowly and subtly pulled the hem of your dress up your thighs as you stopped at the front door, waiting for Trent with keys. You could tell you were going to be in for a good night by the way he had to adjust himself once out of the car, plus the look he was giving you as you watched him make his way to the door. His eyes were dark with lust and want, his gaze hooked on you as his tongue darted out to wet his lips. Your eyes trailed further south to the very noticeable bulge in his pants; you gazed lingered there as you licked your lips and knowing your panties were probably soaked by now, imagining all the things you wanted to do him.
With your thoughts running wild in your head, you failed to realize Trent had made his way to the front door. Standing behind you, he pressed you back against his chest, your ass pressed against his hard bulge. You jumped when he placed a sensual kiss to your neck and reaching around your body to place the key in the lock, opening the door.
Trent placed his hands on your hips, pushing you gently through the threshold and into the living room; his grip was firm on your hips in order to keep you in place. You made a futile attempt to turn around to face him but he squeezed your hips, grip tightening ever so slightly. You whimpered, not getting your way and in desperation, only to hear your boyfriend chuckle darkly. “You really think you can tease me in the car, and I wont punish you? That’s where you’re wrong. You think you can be bold and bratty? Babydoll, you should have learned by now. How many times do we have to go over this? How many times do I have to teach you?” Trent questioned, his voice low, rough, and commanding.
You swallowed thickly, knowing you really did it this time, but you also knew that, once you got your man to this point, you were in for a very, very good time. You didn’t care at this point what your punishment would be. You decided to test the water and grind your ass against his cock.
Just as you thought you had won, Trent released your hips, stepping away from you and pulling you firmly towards your bedroom. “Strip. Now.” He commanded, already ridding himself of his dress shirt and tossing it who knows where before stopping to watch you. “You wanted to put on a show at the front door, so here’s your chance.” He gestured to your still dress clad body.
You smirked, nodding and being your strip show. You slowly pulled your dress up like you had down moments prior, keeping your eyes locked on his dark, lust filled ones. You pulled the thin straps down off your shoulders, biting your lip as you noticed his fingers twitch, itching to touch you. You slowly unzipped your dress on the side, letting it fall open, the cool air hitting the side of your body causing a slight shiver to run through you.
The next thing you know Trent his right in front of you, yanking your dress off of you and dropping it to the floor. You could have swore you heard the dress ripping in the process with how impatient and quick he all but tore it off you. That didn’t matter now. You could buy another dress. He quickly made short work of removing your bra and panties.
Once finally naked, Trent’s lips met yours in a rough, urgent kiss, all his patience gone as well as his jeans and underwear. When did he take those off? You reciprocated the kiss, arms wrapped around his neck as he wrapped his arms around your waist. You you were too absorbed in the heated kiss to realize Trent had been slowly backing up towards the bed until the back of your legs were met with the bed.
Finally reaching the destination, Trent broke the kiss and softly pushed you backwards onto the bed. Not a moment was lost as he went straight for your neck, kissing and sucking the skin, making sure you’d have marks to remember the night. You let out a moan as he continued to mark your neck; he knew just how sensitive your skin was there and he always took advantage. He continued down to your chest, stopping at your breasts to lick each nipple, causing you to gasp and close your eyes as you take in the sensation of his tongue on your breasts. He kisses one while fondling the other then switching after what felt like hours, when it was really only minutes. Trent takes turn sucking on each one all while you bring your hands up to cradle the back of his head as paid blissful attention to your sensitive breasts, moans falling from your lips one after one.
“Trent… baby… please…” You whine as the ache the between your legs grows more and more as time goes by. You try bucking your hips up to meet his for some sort of friction, but Trent had you pinned beneath him. You desperately try one more time only to stop suddenly when Trent lets go of your breasts and grabs both your wrists and pinning them above your head in one swift movement. You gasp at the fact that you’ve messed up by trying to lure him to your pussy, but also at the dominant act. You know your wetness has to be dripping onto the bed in response.
“No. You don’t get to be a brat and get to cum when you want.” He tells you, moving off you and laying on the bed beside you. “Come on. Sit on my face. You’ve got a lesson to learn.” He sternly informs you with that deep, sexy voice and lust filled eyes.
You’re stunned. He’s never done this before. Typically, he’ll settle between your legs and go to town, or he’ll position you on all fours and have his way with you. This is new, and you’re not sure how you feel; yes, you’re turned on and find it hot, but at the same time, your nervous of the unknown position he’s interested in.
Knowing you like the back of his hand, Trent can sense your hesitation and his eyes soften as he gently pulls you on top of him. “Don’t be shy now, sit on my face.” He encourages, examining your face, searching for any type of discomfort. When he sees your eyes locked on his, he can see you thinking it through. “If you don’t want to we don’t have to. I just want you to feel good. Feel safe and comfortable too.” He softly reminds you, propping up on his elbows.
You nod, trusting your boyfriend. He’s never hurt you intentionally, made you uncomfortable, disrespected you, or forced you to do something you didn’t want to. You know this is no different, so you push him back down on the bed by his shoulders. “Okay. Let’s do it.” You finally speak, your confidence back and nervousness gone. You move your body up towards Trent’s face, and he helps you get into position.
He was originally going to have you ride his face until you were in tears from all the orgasms, but given the situation that just unfolded, he opted to go slow and gentle, letting you take the led despite the build up to this point. He knows he should have mentioned trying this beforehand, but you’re typically adventurous and enthusiastic to try anything at least once so your nervousness caught him off guard. He wasn’t sure why you were hesitant, but he made a mental note to ask about it later.
Once you had settle and your pussy was above Trent’s face, he softly placed his hands on your hips and brought your pussy down to his mouth and licked a slow and deliberate stripe between your folds. You let out a loud moan, “Oh fuck….” Trent repeated the action a few more times before gripping your hips and bringing you down a little further so he could really please you.
You couldn’t help the moans escaping your lips as Trent licked and sucked. It was almost sinful how well Trent knew your pussy and just exactly what you liked. He expertly flicked his tongue over your clit over and over and over to the point you had tears in your eyes. When his tongue delved inside your pussy, he truly began to work his magic. Your hands shot to his head in an effort to remain upright and keep still. It’s as if he read your mind when Trent used the grip he had on your hips to began moving your lower half at a slow pace. He continued thrusting his tongue in and out of you faster and faster with each thrust.
You had finally gained more confidence to ride his face without assistance. Once you got a rhythm going, you were moaning like never before. A slap to your ass made you yelp and pick up the pace. You weren’t sure how much longer you could last, that familiar feeling creeping up. “Fuck… Trent… please let me cum.” You begged as he grabbed your hips once more, keeping you going at the fast pace.
He could tell you were getting close to your orgasm, but he wasn’t ready to let you have it just yet. You were a brat earlier after all. He went back to licking and sucking your clit with a firm grip on your hips. “Please….” You whimpered close to tears.
“You can beg all you want babygirl, but I’m not done with you just yet.” He let one hand go of your hip and began to rub fast circles with his thumb on your clit. You made the mistake of looking down at him and would have came right then if he had given you permission. His mouth was glistening with your juices, his eyes filled with lust and determination to give you the orgasm of all orgasms. You knew that was the goal especially when he slipped a finger in your pussy as he attached his mouth to your clit once again.
“Fuck! Trent!” You shout out loudly, not caring if your neighbors heard because what your boyfriend was doing to you, what he was making you feel was heavenly. Your orgasm was approaching even faster when you felt him add a second finger. He pulled his mouth away from your clit and you whined in frustration.
“You gonna cum for me babygirl?” Trent asked, voice dripping with determination, desire, and urgency. You nodded, unable to speak as he picked up the pace pumping his fingers in and out of your pussy. “Good. You better scream my name baby.” He smirked because diving back in.
You were most certainly going to scream his name. He continued thrusting his fingers quickly and tongue was doing wonders on your clit. Tears had finally began to spill down your cheeks. With a few final thrusts of his fingers and him sucking on your clit with everything he had, you’re gushing. “Oh! Fuck! Trent!” Your hands on his head, tears falling freely as you orgasm and he works you through the aftershocks.
Trent’s mouth is soaked with your juices, but he loves it. It lets him know he did his job and that he did that job well. He wipes his mouth quickly with the back of his hand and carefully helps you lay down next to him on the bed. “You did so good baby. I’m so proud of you. I love you so much.” He praised you, gently and carefully pulling you into his arms and kissing the top of your head.
You smile weakly, head buried his strong chest. “I love you too.” You manage to whisper out before quickly falling asleep, wrapped up in your lovers arms. Safe, sound, and loved.
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So imagine time you and you AEW love have gotten engaged and moved into a dream house, but something’s missing. A furbaby! What pet are you picking out, their name, are they treated like an animal or a baby? Tell me everything.
I let out a content sigh as Trent and I sit in our backyard, steaks on the grill, a cool beer in front of both of us. He looks over at me and grins. "What got you all smiley?"
"Nothing...everything. We're getting married, we now have this wonderful house, you're sitting here with me. Just life. Life got me all smiley."
He reaches across the table and takes my hand in his. "Good to hear you are pleasantly surprised with the outcome of our relationship."
I chuckle a bit at his comment. "Yep, I am. There's only one thing missing really."
"What's that?" I can tell by the way his eyebrows shoot up that he thinks I'll make a nasty sexual reference.
"A little someone to run around in this backyard..." I let my voice trail off and watch in amusement as his playful expression leaves his features, sheer panic now in his eyes. We have never talked about having kids, and I don't think we will. It's just never been important to either of us.
I laugh out loud at him. "Don't worry, Dorkie. I was talking about a dog." I laugh again as his whole body hits the back of his chair, a sigh of relief leaving his mouth.
"You are one mean bitch. If you ever do that again, I'm getting a divorce." He states which makes me laugh even more.
"We're not even married yet."
"Well then, marriage is off the table!" He stresses every single syllable as he gets up to check on our steaks. He puts them on a plate and walks back over to me.
"Seriously, Trent, what do you think about it?" I say before I thank him for the steak, it smells delicious.
"I don't know, Sweetcheeks, I feel like we shouldn't. At least not right now. Maybe when I quit wrestling, we could work on it." I can tell he is painfully uncomfortable with the conversation, trying to beat around the bush.
"About getting a dog, Trent!"
"Ooohhh...yeah, sounds like a good idea. We could go check the local shelter tomorrow?" He tries to play it cool now, but I know he is just as excited as I am.
I mockingly shake my head at him while taking a bite. "Sounds like a plan, Dorkie."
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When we enter the shelter, and see seemingly endless rows of animals stuffed in small cages, both our hearts sink. We share a look, our silent agreement to safe one of these poor souls. He grabs my hand and we start looking at the dogs. Surprisingly, we both stop at the same cage and kneel down in front of it. There are two dogs inside, a small black one with long, fluffy ears, and a big, chocolate brown one, who has the facial expression of a calm giant.
Trent and I share a look and nod to each other before we go to the nice lady working there and ask her more about the dog.....s. Apparently, we did not fall in love with the same one. While the black one stole my heart, Trent got all heart eyes for the big one.
The lady smiles at us and explains that these two have been together for years, and should not be separated. Then she tells us their previous owner had passed away and the family did not want to keep the dogs, that is how they ended here.
I pull Trent to the side, taking his hands in mine and try to find a good way to start, but I just can't find the right words.
"Yes, Sweetcheeks, we're getting both." He matter-of-factly states before lightly pecking my lips. I smile up at him, amazed at how he can always tell what I am thinking, and nod.
We go back to the dogs, and say we'd gladly take the two home. After we get the paperwork done and pay, we put both of them on a leash and walk over to our car. On our way there, we decide we will not change their names, as they've had them for years now. So we stick with Piri, the small black lady, and Merlin, the brown male.
We stop to buy some essential supplies such as food, toys, blankets and dog pillows on our way home. Both dogs are actually very well behaved and seem to be rather calm, which is probably because of the fact that they have each other.
When we arrive at home, Trent pets both of them and shows them around the house as if they were human, explaining to them where the guestroom is, how the fridge holds all the good stuff and so on. I laugh at the whole situation, and can't help but admire Trent. He is so enthusiastic about it, it is endearing.
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A few weeks later, Trent returns from a long week away in Chicago, where he wrestled at the Forbidden Door PPV. As soon as he walks through the door, he shouts. "Now where's my beautiful girl?!" He looks around and smiles brightly when he sees her running towards him, standing up against his leg. "There you are! I've missed you so much!" He lifts Piri up and swirls around with her before putting her back on the floors, gently rubbing her head.
I scoff a little and look over to Merlin sprawled out on his blanket. He had raised his head, but now puts it down again, not even thinking about greeting Trent. I smile at his reaction, and still find it funny how we both fell in love with one of the dogs, but they decided they wanted it to be the other way around.
"I remember a time when I was 'your beautiful girl'." I say as I walk over to him and wrap my arms around his waist to pull him as close as possible.
"Awwww, Sweetcheeks, jealousy is not a good look on you." He teases before running a hand through my hair and pulling me in for a passionate kiss. I smile against his lips and run my hands up his back. When we pull apart, I brush our noses together. "I've missed you, Trent. And I'm really proud of you, you were fantastic at Forbidden Door."
He seems flattered by my compliment. "Thanks, my other beautiful girl."
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Orange Cassidy Headcanons
in my orange cassidy era haha, this man is so fine and probably one of the sweetest, and one of my comfort wrestlers so here are my headcanons
he is such a sweetheart behind the gimmick. fans may ask you if he does this or that or if he even cares
he does
like a lot
this man literally LOVES you, to the stars and around the moon and back, don't let anyone tell you otherwise
he probably does get burnt out some days and kinda lives his gimmick but that doesn't mean he stopped caring
will buy you flowers, and even more than that
half surprising, half not he loves to travel, especially with you
chuck and trent spend a LOT of time at your house
he is a very private person with his intimate life but he doesn't really mind announcing he's dating you, he just likes to keep details private
he is down for anything, even though he has a lazy vibe, if you want to go shopping at 4 am somewhere, he would for sure drive with you to find somewhere
he has made a playlist that revolves around you
he really likes mixed-tag matches with you
kris being your best friend, you tell her everything, and james tells chuck and trent everything too
you cannot tell me he wouldn't give the best hugs, because he would give the best hugs
he loves to make you feel safe whenever you get scared or uncomfortable
long hugs after your matches or his >>>>
he is literally so good with words even though he doesn't speak a whole lot, he compliments you so much he's so sweet
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Trent Beretta And You Imagine
This just popped into my head watching this:
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You hated flying, but when your best friends invite you their wedding in Las Vegas you are going to show up. And once you got off the plane you had the best time.
But now it was time to head home, you heart was working overtime when you sat down in your assigned window seat. The last minute passengers were finding their seats. A tall handsome man with a buzz cut sat in your row on the aisle seat. The doors to the plane closed. At least the middle seat was opened.
Smell the cake. Blow out the Candle. Your started your breathing exercises as the flight attendance went over emergency safety procedures. (You had remembered them from all the YouTube videos of what to do if so so happened to the plane) The plane started to roll forward and you grabbed the arm seat. Your knuckles were turning white with how hard you were holding on it.
“Hey. It’s okay.” You opened your eyes and saw that the person sitting next to you was talking to you, a concern look in his eyes. “We’re in the air now.”
You took another deep breath. “It’s actually the whole flight that freaks me out, but thank you.” You slowly undid the death grip you had on the arm rest. “I’m y/n.”
“Trent.” He smiled. “I have to watch a movie, but if you need anything let me know.” You thought it was strange how he said he had to watch a movie, but you thanked him and took your book out.
You tried to focus on your novel, but Trent kept wiggling around looking at everyone around him, before he discreetly pulled out his phone. ‘Oh my god’ you thought. The way he was acting. ‘I’m sitting next to the guy that is going to watch porn and masturbate on the plane.
You continued to watch him, getting ready to push the help button as soon as naughty neighbors get punished or whatever he was going to put on started to play. Instead you saw him start to play event horizon. You were so relieved you couldn’t stop yourself from saying “thank god,” out loud.
Trent looked out the pretty girl sitting next to him with wide eyes. He watched her blush as she explained. “I’m sorry, it’s just the way you were acting I thought you were going to start watching porn. Not a crapy science fiction horror movie.” He couldn’t stop himself from laughing. Chuck had warned him that some of the parts could be extreme and he didn’t want to upset a kid or older person sitting near him.
“I guess I was acting a little suspicious,” he admitted. He was glad that his neighbor said crappy, maybe now he wouldn’t be so scarred to watch it. Trent hated making small talk on planes, but he didn’t mind talking to y/n. “I’m going to be on a YouTube show and we’re supposed to talk about this movie. I never seen it before.” He than explained Chucks warning.
He watched y/n smile and laugh and she picked up her book, but he didn’t want to end their conversation just yet, so he did something he had swore he would never do. He took out one of his AirPods and offered it to her. “You wanna watch with me?”
Y/N smiled and accepted his AirPods. Trent moved over to the middle seat and pushed the arm rest up so they both could watch his phone.
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Looks like Trent’s mom is one more misstep away from grounding him. I love that she is seemingly on Chuck and Orange’s side in this breakup.
I think Chuck and Orange get Sue in the divorce for sure.
....also, now I'm just imagining them having a little section in commentary where they are like "Sadly Trent Beretta wont be joing us on Dynamite for the next month because he's been grounded". lolololol
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imagine if they were actually trent beretta and chuck?
#wrestling musing#this thought has plagued me since i saw someone tag a post with trent? and chuck taylor and im like. oh#that but reverse it. for no other reason than for it to be unsettling#its 1am youre welcome lmao
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Beretta and the Blade
Pairing: Jay White/Trent Beretta
Warnings: explicit sexual content, 18+, swearing
Words: 3k
Chapters: 1
Complete: Yes
Summary:
“You’re not gonna call me by my last name like a little pervert man after what we just did.”
Author Notes:
The fact that no one is writing this pairing is a crime and this fic will convince you to love it
Beretta and the Blade
Jay White sits, chest heaving, backstage after his match. Jay couldn’t have even told you where they were tonight; some backwoods town deep into a month-long tour of Japan that felt neverending. Jay reached his hand up to rub at his neck and shoulder, still feeling tight after an especially nasty spill out of the ring. He ran a hand through his hair and clenched his jaw, feeling more and more agitated as the seconds passed.
Strung haphazardly across an exposed brick wall was New Japan’s customary backdrop; sponsors, Twitter and Instagram logos painted across it to maximise brand recognition. In front of it currently, however, were not the two most brand-friendly individuals in the company.
Chuck Taylor was running his mouth about their next match and barking like a dog. Jay looked him up and down, trying to catch his eye with a death stare. Truth be told, Jay didn’t have anything against the man, except that he - along with his tag team partner - had aligned himself with Chaos.
Speaking of his tag partner, that was who Jay was really watching. Jay’s foot bounced up and down impatiently as he slumped against the cold brick wall behind him, air slowly returning to his lungs. He watched Beretta push his sweat-slicked hair back off his shoulders and tie it up roughly. He could barely stand straight, but still managed to pull himself together enough to crack a joke at Taylor’s expense. Something about Beretta taking all the moves out there tonight. While he did, he absent-mindedly ran a hand over his pecs, which were drenched in sweat and covered in a liberal amount of dark chest hair.
Against his better judgment, Jay cracked a smile at Beretta’s joke. Taylor didn’t seem to notice, but for a moment Beretta’s eyes flitted over Jay’s face before returning to the camera in front of him. It was then that they finally wrapped up their post-match comments and Jay was able to take the stage. The Best Friends didn’t stick around to watch and Jay couldn’t help but be a little disappointed. But he quickly pushed that feeling aside and let the Switchblade take over, with nothing but himself, the camera and the whole world watching him.
Tanahashi filed into the tiny backstage area after Jay, so Jay cleared the set quickly, stalking down the halls towards the makeshift locker rooms of the night. His stuff was in a tightly packed room with bags and shoes and gear strewn all about the floor. Jay spied his bag under a pile of others and yanked it out, throwing it on a nearby bench so that he could search through it for his things. He changed quickly, and was just about to throw his t-shirt over his head when someone entered the room.
Jay turned around to see Beretta walking through the doorway, still shirtless and in his ring gear. He looked just as sweaty as he had when he came back from his match, and Jay couldn’t help but be drawn to the other man’s chest again. For a moment, Jay stood there with his t-shirt half-on, heading poking out but stomach still exposed.
“Hey, man,” Beretta said awkwardly, eyes on Jay’s exposed abdomen.
Jay looked down at his own exposed body and quickly lowered his shirt over himself, tugging it down into place. It occurred to him then that Beretta had never spoken a word to him before unless it was in a promo or a match. Backstage they usually avoided each other, or he had Taylor or Romero by his side to talk to instead. But tonight Trent was by himself, and perhaps he really had noticed Jay crack a smile at his joke, because why else would he exchange pleasantries. But Jay was wary of showing weakness around the older man, so he let his expression grow cold.
Turning away to begin folding his ring gear and putting it in his bag, he said coldly, “Don’t you have a tag team partner you could be talking to?”
It was meant as a rhetorical question, a conversation ender, but it seemed like Beretta hadn’t caught onto that, because he just shrugged and said, “He’s got other friends.”
Jay sat down on the bench beside his bag and found Beretta sitting across from him on another bench, the sea of bags and various clothing items separating them. Beretta had taken off his tights and was now tugging on a pair of grey jeans. And if Jay looked to see if he was a boxers or briefs kind of guy, he’d never tell.
Jay began tugging on his socks as he said, “And you don’t?”
Again, a snide remark designed to cut the conversation off, but Beretta seemed determined to ignore even the most obvious of social cues tonight.
“I do,” Beretta replied, his tone conversational rather than defensive as Jay might have expected, “But sometimes they’re busy or whatever.” Beretta shrugged, standing up to pull his jeans up over his ass and zip them up.
Considering how oblivious Beretta had seemed so far, Jay didn’t see much harm in watching him put his jeans on. Or in paying close attention to where they sat on his body, just brushing his abs.
“Where are all your little pervert friends?” Beretta continued as he pulled a tank top from his bag. It was black and faded with the words ‘Against Me’ written on it, which Jay assumed to be a band.
“My friends,” Jay replied as he laced one of his shoes.
At that moment he began to contemplate who his friends in this company really were. Were they his fellow Bullet Club members? People he rode with? People he knew from his time in the US? Did he really have any friends here?
“My friends,” Jay started again after a moment’s pause, tugging on his other shoe, “Are not in this changing room right now.”
A frustratingly non-committal answer. Perhaps that would finally get Beretta to get the message and go away.
Beretta didn’t feel like an annoyance now. It felt dangerous having him so close. Chest hair still sweaty and peeking out above the neck of his tank top, his muscular arms still pumped up and shining from a combination of exertion and spray tan. His dark brown eyes watched Jay as he tugged his own sneakers on, like he was trying to work out what Jay’s words meant.
“There’s no one else in here right now,” Beretta finally replied.
Both men had finished putting on their shoes now and simply sat across from one another, air feeling nearly too thick to breathe. Jay wasn’t sure if it was Japan’s humidity or the tension between them.
Beretta squared his shoulders, as though he was expecting a fight.
Jay realised there was no reason for him to be sitting there and stood up suddenly. He contemplated taking his bag and walking out, brushing off this interaction and forcing himself to forget about Beretta entirely until their next encounter in the ring, where he might hit him a little harder than usual.
But instead of reaching for his bag, Jay found himself crossing the small room, dodging the minefield of bags and other items, to stand over Beretta. He teetered there for a moment, frozen as the scent of the other man’s body hit him like a truck. Instinct took over then, and Jay found himself with his hand wound tightly in Beretta’s hair. Beretta’s eyes widened in shock, staring up at Jay, but he didn’t struggle. He could have stood up then and walked away, and Jay would have let him. Instead he just sat there, waiting.
“What do you want from me?” Jay growled, pulling tighter on Beretta’s hair until he was wrenching back on his neck and Beretta was forced to look up at him fully.
Beretta stood up then, face nearly smashing into Jay’s. Jay was slightly taller than the older man, but not meaningfully. So when they stood toe-to-toe they were looking straight into each other’s eyes.
Jay’s hand stayed in Beretta’s hair but his grip loosened. From here there was no escaping the sweaty scent of the other man, or the distinct smell of chewing tobacco on his breath, which felt hot on Jay’s face.
If Beretta had been oblivious before, he seemed to know exactly what was happening now. Again he made no attempt to move, but for the first time tonight he didn’t respond to Jay’s question. Instead, he asked one of his own.
“What do you want?”
Jay couldn’t even begin to formulate a response to Beretta’s question. So heady was the scent of the other man that Jay could barely think at all. Dimly he was aware that these weeks away in Japan had to be contributing to his desperation, and all the travel and lack of sleep was frying his ability to make good decisions. But Jay couldn’t focus on that right now. All he could focus on was the tiny bead of sweat making its way down Beretta’s neck from behind his ear, and down the curve of his chest to the spot between his pecs that was thickest with hair.
Without thinking, Jay dipped his head and caught the bead of sweat with his tongue, tracing its path back up Beretta’s neck and to his ear. When Beretta’s hips arched towards Jay’s own, all hope of subtlety and restraint was long gone.
Jay nipped underneath Beretta’s ear hard enough to draw a whine from the other man. Pleasure or pain, Jay didn’t know. But until the other man asked him to stop, he was going to push as far as Beretta would let him. Jay pushed his hand roughly underneath Beretta’s shirt at the same time as he yanked on his hair, baring his neck. But it wasn’t his neck Jay wanted. Jay put one of his feet up onto the bench behind Beretta to get more height on the other man and then crashed his lips against the other man’s. When he received no protests, he pushed his tongue between the other man’s lips and earned a moan for his trouble.
Beretta’s chest was already heaving as Jay bit the older man’s lower lip and sucked on it. Jay was losing himself in the feeling of the other man’s body, hand finally untangling from Beretta’s hair - now that he knew he didn’t have to hold the older man there - and finding its way to the small of his back, where Jay dug his nails in.
“Shit,” the other man called out, then quickly bit down on his lip to hold back another shout.
Jay was watching Beretta come undone already, and they hadn’t even got to the good part. One hand still on Beretta’s back, scratching a mark into his skin to remember this moment by, Jay undid the other man’s fly with his free hand. In seconds he was rewarded with Beretta’s aching erection in his hand and a needy whine from the other man, who had his face thrown back to the sky.
“Someone’s gonna catch us,” Beretta gasped as Jay began impatiently stroking his adversary’s swollen member.
Jay nipped at Beretta’s lip hard as punishment for such a stupid comment. Jay wouldn’t have cared if the whole locker room filed into this changing room at that moment, he still would have continued to fuck Beretta right up against the wall.
“Better make it quick then, sweetheart,” Jay growled in response, quickly taking his own dick out of his pants.
Beretta finally looked down when he felt Jay’s hard member brush against his own. His pupils were blown wide and his mouth hung open at the sight of their dicks pushed together. Jay wrapped his hand around both and began timing the strokes of his hand with the frantic pace of his thrusts. But the two of them together were too big for his hand and they kept slipping. Jay let out a frustrated grunt but then Beretta’s hand was there on the other side of his, their fingers brushing as they held each other in place.
Beretta’s thrusts were tight and sharp, every muscle in his body seeming to tense. Jay watched his pecs move and his abs flex and now it was his turn to moan. As soon as he did he knew he was done for, tipping his head down until it landed on Beretta’s chest where he licked and sucked at whatever skin he could reach. Beretta took charge then, placing his free hand on Jay’s hip and snapping his hips up into Jay’s with so much force it hurt. His hand tightened on Jay’s dick and Jay let out a choked sound, so Beretta squeezed him harder. He was arching his whole back against the wall to thrust towards Jay now and Jay could do nothing but press the side of his sweaty face against Beretta’s equally sweaty chest and moan recklessly loud.
He had needed this for a long time, Jay realised as he felt the familiar feeling of his orgasm coiling in his belly. He let out a strangled cry and it was Beretta’s lips against his temple and voice in his ear saying, “Come on, baby, give it to me,” that sent Jay over the edge. The sensation of Beretta’s calloused hand on his dick and the heat of the other man’s body wrapped around him was too much and Jay came with a silent, open-mouthed cry against Beretta’s perfect chest. He came in ribbons across Beretta’s tight abs and finally his knees gave out.
The combination of weeks of exertion on this tour, no sleep and the realisation of what he’d just done were too much, and though Beretta tried to catch him and hold him in a standing position, Jay let himself fall to his knees in front of the other man.
Beretta’s hand was there, unreasonably gentle given the situation, fingers brushing under Jay’s chin as though he wanted him to look up. But Jay couldn’t bring himself to lift his head. Instead, he stared at where his cum was dripping down Beretta’s chest towards his still aching cock.
Jay felt so overwhelmed he could cry, but he figured it was the least he could do, so he took Beretta’s cock in his mouth and sucked on it like his life depended on it. He wanted Beretta to use him, to fuck his mouth with the same ferocity he’d been thrusting against his body with earlier. Instead, Beretta’s moans now were softer, and he placed a hand in Jay’s hair that was infinitely gentler than the one Jay had had in his hair earlier.
Beretta was quick to cum, his breaths coming in short and fast between swear words uttered under his breath. He was more respectful than Jay would have been, tugging on Jay’s hair to indicate he was about to cum and Jay should pull off. But by then Jay was thinking about how he would likely never do this again, and he wanted to know what Beretta tasted like.
Instead of pulling off, Jay took Beretta’s dick deeper into his mouth until his nose was buried in the other man’s pubes. He earned a desperate shout from the older man for his troubles. And, as it turned out, Beretta tasted like Jay wanted to suck his dick for the rest of his life. He swallowed greedily and so much so that Beretta had to pull him off, his thumb idly swiping an errant drop from the corner of Jay’s mouth.
Jay stood up then, his legs still shaky, and surprisingly he was met with a chaste kiss on the lips. Beretta bent to pull something from his bag, which he used to unceremoniously wipe the drying cum from his abdomen. Jay felt like he should apologise, but Beretta didn’t seem fazed at all. Beretta dropped the soiled shirt back into his bag and began tucking himself away, which reminded Jay he should definitely not still have his soft dick out of his pants.
After tucking himself away, Jay finally took a step back and he felt his body temperature drop by ten degrees. No longer was the smell of Beretta’s body so strong, and Jay felt like he could see a little clearer.
“I’m supposed to get dinner with Chuck in a minute,” Beretta began, in the tone of voice you might use to say you were going to the store to pick up shampoo.
He seemed completely oblivious to the fact that they had just had one of the most intense experiences of Jay’s life. Jay’s stomach twisted up at the thought, wondering if it hadn’t felt to Beretta like it felt for him. He could sense the coldness of the Switchblade creeping back in from where it had previously retreated from Beretta’s intense heat.
“But we could hang out after?” Beretta asked him casually.
By then Beretta was picking up his bag and navigating around the rest of the luggage in the room towards the door. But he turned his head back to Jay, awaiting his response.
“Beretta…” Jay began coldly, even as his body screamed at him to say yes.
“Trent,” Beretta corrected.
“What?” Jay asked dumbly, distracted by his own conflicting thoughts.
“Trent,” Beretta repeated just as dumbly. “You’re not gonna call me by my last name like a little pervert man after what we just did.”
The comment was so unexpected that Jay couldn’t help but bark out a laugh. He felt light-headed and thought he might be hysterical. Beretta - Trent - was a complete mystery to him. A hot mystery, and one that Jay could imagine himself unravelling over the course of many more blowjobs.
“Trent…” Jay began again.
Trent’s brown eyes softened as he seemed to watch every horrible, conflicting thought in Jay’s head blur across his face at once. He looked so normal standing there in jeans and a tank top with his shitty headband, amongst a sea of shiny wrestling boots and gaudy costumes that were simultaneously completely fake and as real as the air between them. Jay still didn’t know why, but he wanted Trent’s hairy chest and brainless sense of humour in this world of waxed pecs and unfunny men who took themselves far too seriously.
“I’ll see you after dinner.”
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“Not Too Late,” Part 2
Part 2 of the conclusion to the “BTOOT”-iverse. Read Part 1 here.
Title: “Not Too Late,” Part 2 (of 2)
Theme: @12daysofchristmas Days 9 - Cocoa
Fandom/Character(s): AEW - Trent Beretta x OFC (Alex Hawthorne)
Warnings: Alcohol use; language
Word Count: 2,312
Synopsis: Trent makes an unexpected return to AEW Dynamite in his hometown, and Alex learns that maybe there’s something left to salvage of her friendships, after all.
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A/n: Yes, this is a whole day late for the 12 Days challenge. But I’m posting it anyway because this is the culmination of a fic that has been very important to me over the last year-and-a-half. Again, thank you to everyone who went along on the BTOOT journey with me, and I hope you enjoy reading this ending as much as I did writing it.
Wednesday, December 8, 2021
Queens, New York
Trent had said she could ride with them to the bar, but Alex had told him she’d meet them there. She needed the drive to mentally—and emotionally—prepare herself for facing all of them at once.
Unfortunately, the bar was only twelve minutes from the arena.
She pulled down the sun visor in her rental and checked herself as best she could in the tiny mirror. Her match that night had barely been four minutes long, so her hair and makeup was still intact. It was a good thing; she hadn’t bothered much with hair and makeup herself these days.
Ding!
Her phone sounded from where she’d set it in the center console. It was a text from Trent.
We’re at a table in the back.
She unlocked the screen and typed back. Okay. I just parked.
She hit “send,” and drew in a deep breath. “Now or never,” she told herself, and she got out of the car and made her way inside.
The bar was busier than she’d thought it would be so late on a Wednesday night, but then again, they were in Queens not far from JFK. She moved toward the back and spotted them at a set of two tables they’d pushed together to accommodate everyone. Thankfully, Trent saw her first. But it wasn’t long before everyone else did, too. They all went quiet. Her tongue felt like sandpaper in her mouth.
“Hi,” she somehow managed—but then Chuck suddenly jumped up, his chair squeaking against the floor, and wrapped her in a tight hug.
“Hey,” he said. “We missed you.”
Tears sprung to Alex’s eyes. In that moment, those three little words were everything to her. “I missed you, too,” she said as she hugged him back. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for everything I—”
“Stop,” he gently interjected. “We’ve all made mistakes. It’s water under the bridge.”
She gave him a watery smile. Her heart hadn’t been so full in months.
She hugged Orange, and then Kris, and then she walked around the table and took a seat between Rocky and Trent. “Thanks for coming,” Trent smiled at her.
She returned it. “Thanks for inviting me.”
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Like family who just hadn’t seen each other in a while, they picked up right where they’d left off.
Alex couldn’t explain it, but it was as if she’d never been estranged from them. As if she’d never said on international television that the “new and improved Alex Hawthorne” had moved on from Best Friends. It was more like she’d just been on a year-long vacation—and they needed to catch her up on everything she’d missed.
Chuck was clearly excited when she’d told him that she’d heard Sam had moved in with him. There was a giant smile on his face as he explained that she was in Tennessee taking care of a few last things… and he’d never been happier. Kris mentioned that she’d thought Alex would have been in the TBS Women’s Championship Tournament, to which Alex had rolled her eyes and simply said, “It’s politics.” Kris’s response? “Well, when we get women’s tag titles, I’m telling TK that I don’t want anything to do with them unless you’re my partner.” They introduced her to Rocky for the first time and officially to Wheeler, who both said they’d heard a lot about her—and only good things, they promised. And every time Trent’s leg brushed hers underneath the table, her stomach fluttered.
“So… do you want an actual drink now?” he asked her with a smirk. She’d been nursing a glass of ice water for her nervous, parched mouth; but now that she’d relaxed, she was ready for a drink.
“Actually, I’m kind of interested in this spiked hot chocolate flight,” she said as she grabbed the drink specials menu. It was a flight of three: one hot chocolate with black cherry bourbon, one with vanilla vodka, and one with Irish cream liqueur. “Will you share it with me?”
“Yeah,” he nodded. “That sounds good. Am I gonna have to drink the whole vanilla vodka one, though?”
She winced. “Probably. You know I don’t really like vodka.”
He smirked. “Yeah, I know.”
They ordered the flight, and it wasn’t long before their waiter returned with the hot chocolate, complete with large, fluffy dollops of whipped cream. Trent put his arm on the back of her chair as Alex maneuvered the drinks in front of them so they could share. His leg rested against hers underneath the table.
“Alright, which is which?” he asked.
“Well, I’m guessing the one with the cherry is the black cherry bourbon,” she said with a point at the mug of hot chocolate with a bright red maraschino cherry atop the whipped cream. “And then that looks like cinnamon, so that’s the Irish cream. Which means this would be the vanilla vodka.” She picked up the mug and handed it to him. “There you go.”
“What? You’re not even gonna try it?”
She looked down at the drink, hesitant. But he was right; she should at least try it. “Fine, I’ll try it.” She took the mug from him and then took the smallest of sips—and surprisingly, it wasn’t half bad. While she could tell there was vodka in it, the vanilla flavor made it bearable. “Oh, it’s not too bad, actually.” She scooped up a bit of the whipped cream with her finger and put it between her lips, tasting it. “I think they infused the whipped cream with the vodka, too.”
Meanwhile, Trent just watched her, a distracted smirk on his lips.
“What?” she asked. She felt her cheeks start to burn.
“Nothing,” he said. “Let me try it.”
She gave him the mug and he took a drink. He bobbled his head. “It’s not bad, but the others are probably better,” he said; but Alex covered a laugh with her hand. “What?”
“You have a whipped cream mustache.”
“Oh,” he quickly grabbed a napkin and wiped his mouth, but he didn’t get it all.
“It’s on your nose, too,” she pointed out.
“Seriously?”
“Just a little. Here,” she said, and she reached up and gently wiped it away with her thumb.
“Thanks,” Trent smirked. That time, Alex’s entire face burned.
“Hey, guys,” Chuck suddenly interjected. Alex cleared her throat and leaned away from Trent.
“Hey, what’s up?” she asked, trying to play it cool. But she could tell from the twinkle in his eye that Chuck knew better.
“We’re gonna go play a game of pool,” he said, motioning to the rest of the group. “But you two stay here… catch up, get reacquainted. Whatever.”
Alex shifted in her seat and bit back an amused grin. He was being about as subtle as a punch to the face. But neither she nor Trent said anything as the rest of them got up from the table. Trent waited until they were out of earshot before he spoke again.
“Sorry, they’re not subtle at all.”
“I was literally just thinking that,” Alex returned with a wry laugh, and she reached for the black cherry bourbon hot chocolate. She needed the alcohol now.
“So…” he reached for the the Irish cream hot chocolate, “are you flying back to Jacksonville tomorrow?”
Alex paused to look over the rim of the mug at him. There was more to that question beneath the surface. A lot more. She cleared her throat again before answering. “Um, no. Virginia. And if you’re asking… no, Kenny and I aren’t together anymore. He’s not even in the country; he’s spending the time off in Winnipeg.”
She took a drink of the hot chocolate, bigger than the last one, and it burned her mouth. She swallowed quick and set the mug back on the table. The bourbon burned on the way down, too.
Trent looked down. His expression was one of sympathy. “Well, I could tell you some stupid cliché like, ‘you’re better off without him,’ or whatever other bullshit people say. But I won’t, because I know you were in love with him. I could tell, even when I didn’t want to see it. And I know what it’s like to lose that, so… I’m sorry, Alex. Really.”
Emotion swelled in Alex’s chest. It was big of Trent to say that—bigger than he probably realized. She knew all too well how he felt about her and Kenny. For him to put that aside and just recognize her feelings… it was a sign of growth she hadn’t expected.
“I really was in love with him,” she said with another wry laugh. “Honestly… at the risk of sounding like a cliché, I really thought the third time was the charm for us. But even though I know he loved me, too, there were just too many outside factors affecting the relationship. It caused it to crack from the inside. I don’t know… I guess the day I realized I was having to find reasons to be happy instead of just being happy was the day I realized it was over.”
She looked down at the table and shook her head, emerging from her thoughts. “I’m sorry, I don’t know why I just told you all that,” she sheepishly said. “I guess I needed to talk it out.”
She reached for the hot chocolate again; but she paused when she felt Trent move his hand to her shoulder, around the back of her chair. She looked back at him.
“You know you can talk to me about anything, right?”
The smallest of smiles curled at the corners of Alex’s lips, grateful. “Yeah, I do,” she said. And she absolutely believed it.
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Eventually, the evening wound down, and they all decided they should head back to the hotel so they could get some rest before going their separate ways the next morning. But as Trent walked Alex back to her car, she felt like she wasn’t quite ready to say goodnight.
“Are you staying at the same hotel as everyone else?” he asked.
She nodded. “Yeah, the Fairfield Inn. Are you?”
“Yeah,” he echoed. “So… I guess I’ll see you back there.”
She bit her lip. “I guess so,” she repeated. She swore there was something there between them in the air, she could feel it. But she didn’t know what to do about it. Even more, she didn’t know if she should.
“Alright.” He took a couple steps back, his hands in his jacket pockets. “Are you sure you’re good to drive?”
She smiled. “Yes, I am.”
“Alright,” he repeated. “Well… goodnight, Alex.”
She smiled again, her stomach fluttering. “Goodnight, Greg.”
He gave her one last lingering look, and then he turned and started toward his car. Alex let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. She should have just asked him to ride with her; they were going to the same place—
“On second thought.”
She looked back up and saw Trent walking purposefully back toward her. And the next thing she knew, he kissed her.
For a brief second, Alex froze—but then she melted into him. Her fingers curled into the fabric of his jacket while his tangled in her hair; and even though it was the first time they’d ever kissed, it somehow didn’t feel like it. It felt comfortable. Natural… long-awaited. His lips were surprisingly soft. She didn’t want to stop kissing them.
But eventually, they had to come up for air. “Please tell me I didn’t just completely misjudge everything back there and make a total ass of myself again,” Trent breathed.
Alex smiled. “No… you didn’t,” she assured, and she pulled his lips back against hers.
“It’s about fucking time!”
Alex jumped and pulled away in surprise; Chuck, Kris, Wheeler, Rocky, and even Jim all cheered and clapped from across the parking lot. Her face burned hot with embarrassment, and she buried it in Trent’s neck. “Oh my God,” she laughed.
He wrapped his arms around her waist and hugged her close. “Hey, why don’t you all mind your fucking business?” he called back.
“Really?” Chuck returned. “You two have been giving each other ‘fuck me’ eyes all night, just all out in public. So go take care of it.”
“Oh my God,” Alex breathed again.
“Why don’t you go take care of it?” Trent returned.
There was a confused pause. “What?” Chuck asked; but then Orange had to throw in his two cents.
“Hey, Alex—does this mean Greg’s finally gonna get to see your boobs?”
“Oh my GOD.”
“Fuck, Jim!” Trent exclaimed. He looked back down at Alex. “I’m really sorry; he’s drunk, just ignore him,” he apologized; but she just laughed.
“No, it’s fine,” she said, her face even redder than before. “We just got caught making out by everyone and they’re already making sex jokes. No big deal.”
He smirked. “Well, to be fair that seems pretty par for the course for them, so…”
“No, you’re right,” she agreed. “It definitely is.”
“But we don’t have to go take care of anything,” he jumped to say. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, obviously. I mean, we just kissed for the first time, so—”
“Greg,” she gently cut him off. “I know.”
He breathed a laugh. “Right. That was a stupid fucking thing to say.”
She bit back a grin. He seemed so flustered. It was cute. “Well, since we are staying at the same hotel… you wanna just ride with me?”
He nodded, still holding her close. “Yeah, that works.”
Alex smiled, and she lifted her chin and gave him another short, sweet kiss. “Let’s go,” she said; and as they both got into the car, Alex thought she had never been more happy to agree to go for just one drink.
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If requests are still open, can I please request from the nsfw prompts 10, 41, 59 with daddy!trent beretta
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{ masterlists } | { aew masterlist } | { trent beretta masterlist }
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{ summary } — trent has his own special way of calming your social anxiety
{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact }, daddy kink, ddlg, little space, little!reader, public sex, oral sex { female receiving }, female orgasm, squirting
{ word count } — 593
{ pairing } — fem!reader x trent beretta
{ genre } — smut
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{ 10 } — look what you do to me
{ 41 } — don’t forget who you belong to
{ 59 } — if we weren’t in public i’d have my head between your thighs
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it was bad enough the locker room was crowded
feeling a sense of claustrophobia arise in your chest
that and having seemingly slipped into your space the more crowded it became
you gripped his arms tightly, clinging to him desperately trying to not let go
“daddy…” you whimpered, trying your best to regain your composure
he peered down at you for a moment, pressing a small kiss to your hairline before answering
“yes, princess?” he responded softly as to not startle you
“too many people…” you muttered into his bicep
trent had taken notice of your social anxiety before
he knew you never liked crowds, never liked being a part of them
but it had never gotten this bad before
“you need daddy to help calm you down?” he questioned quietly, holding your hand in his
softly smoothing his thumb over the back of your palm
you gave a small nod in response
he gave a light sigh, observing the scene around him for a moment
“if we weren’t in public right now, i’d have my head between your thighs, sweetheart”
his words sounded defeated almost, still he held your hands tightly as he stood up
leading you out of the room for the moment allowing you to calm yourself down momentarily
“feel better?” he questioned, his palm rubbing small, soothing circles into your back.
“mhm…” you hummed into his chest “but i still want daddy to help me ”
you pressed your body close to his, feeling his bulge press up against your stomach
he sighed, reluctantly even if a moment later it was replaced by a look of determination
“c’mon…” he took you by the hand once more, leading you into the bathroom around the corner
locking the door behind him as he propped you up onto the sink
“d-daddy what if someone hears-“ you stuttered through broken moans as he shoved your flowy mini skirt up
tugging your panties down around your ankles as he took to his knees before you
“well they’ll just have to listen to us then, won’t they?”
his breath tickled your inner thighs
tongue lightly circling your clit as you shied away into yourself
his hands grabbed your hips holding you still
sucking delicately on your sensitive clit
moaning into your walls
your hand fell to your mouth, trying to keep yourself quiet as he devoured you
“d-daddy…” you whimpered, thighs beginning to shake
“yes, sweetheart? you need to cum?” he responded against your folds
the vibrations of his words making your stomach flutter with arousal
only responding with a small yet impatient nod
followed by almost breathless moans
“then cum on my tongue, princess”
his tongue urged you on
continuing to suck and flick your swollen pearl until you spilled over
his lips glossy with your wetness
he pulled back, admiring the sight of your dripping cunt
“fuck, sweetheart” he licked his lips clean, slowly regaining his breath
“look what you do to me” he motioned down to the sizeable erection in his jeans
noticing how mindless you’d become after your orgasm
practically staring into space
“don’t forget who you belong to, sweetheart” he tapped your cheek lightly, bringing you back down to reality for a moment
“let’s get you home, princess”
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Headcanon: Trent and his S/O on a date
Fandom: Wrestling
• Trent is normally very spontaneous, he’d say “let’s get some ice cream” take your hand and go to the nearest store, you loved that of him, that is how some of your favorite moments where made
• Like that time you road tripped to the next town because they ran out of your favorite ice cream, you sang and laughed all the way, you stayed outside of your building until midnight just talking with him
• When your first anniversary approaches it all goes down different, normally you’d plan ahead but with work and everything you end up forgetting
• You are surprised when Trent tells you to dress up and meet him in a fancy restaurant, not the kind of place you’d normally go to, he dressed up for the occasion, he really wanted to impress you, he spend a lot of time thinking what to prepare, he even asked around at work with his friends who obviously teased him because he was so “walls down” for you
• You talked a lot that night, about life, reminiscing of your first year together, you both had said ‘I love you’ before but this night, it meant a lot more, it had a lot of weight behind, you could feel it in the air, you could feel it in your chest
• After dinner he drove you around, you would have loved a blanket and stargazing at the park or even on the roof of your house, but he remembered that one time he asked you about constellations, how you wanted to go to a planetary
• “you know, I’d really like to visit a planetary, I think that’s the closest I’ll get to visiting a constellation but right now I’m happy just watching the night sky with you” after reminding you of that exchange he showed you the constellations “I can’t take you there until they make commercial Airlines to the moon, still hope you like this” you where mesmerized, by the constellations and by Trent, he had remembered such a small thing and made it into a very special night, demonstrating how much time and effort he put into you and how much he loves you
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trent beretta with (4, 54, and 58)
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warnings: smut--18+
word count: 646
pairing: fem!reader & trent beretta
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4 -- "No panties, baby?"
54 -- “Good girl.”
58-- "Show me how a good girl begs."
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“Come here,” Trent spoke, circling around the island in your shared kitchen. He reached for you, pulling you into his warm embrace. One hand naturally rested on your hip, and the other gently cupped your face.
You stared at your handsome boyfriend, remembering just how lucky you were. His features softened as a wide smile spread across his face, thumb gently stroking your cheek. He was the one that often showered you with pretty words, reminders of how much you meant to him.
“My girl is spoiling me tonight.” Warmth lit up his eyes, memorizing you. Like they had since the day you met him. “Cooked me a hell of a dinner and dressed like a sweet little treat for me.”
The hand on your hip played with the soft fabric of your dress. “So damn beautiful, baby.” He praised, pressing his lips softly against yours.
You grinned against his mouth, own hand coming up to his face. “Glad you liked it.” You spoke, pulling back. Trent leaned in, chasing after you slightly before pressing a soft kiss against your nose.
You wrinkled your nose, giggling. You loved this softer, playful side of him. The ways he loved you was sweet, gentle, and still all-consuming.
“Just wait until you see what I was planning for dessert.” You teased, reaching down to pull your dress up slightly, flashing him a glimpse of your bare thighs.
He groaned. His hand on your hip wrapped around your waist as he lifted you with ease, setting you down on the countertop.
“What a little tease you are, baby.” His hand gently gripped your hair, pulling your head back slightly. “Still so fucking perfect, aren’t you, pretty girl?” He kissed the exposed skin of your neck, hand moving down to your thigh.
“No panties, baby?” He questioned, hand sliding in between your thighs. He chuckled when you just shook your head. “They would have been near useless, anyway. Would have been soaked by now with how much of a wet mess you are for me.”
You whimpered, rocking your hip upwards against his hand. This man knew your body inside and out. He knew the way his words affected you, and how much he turned you on.
“Spread your legs for me, baby.” He whispered, kissing your lips softly. You obliged, spreading open your thighs. “Atta girl.” He praised. “Look at you, baby. Making a mess on our counter.”
His fingers parted your lips, fingers teasing you. He used his middle finger to circle your entrance a few times, loving the sound of your whimpers.
You were leaned back on your arms, head falling backwards. Each time he teased you, you whimpered and bucked your hips up some. He was barely touching you, and you were already going out of your mind with want.
You knew if the day came where Trent really dedicated his efforts into teasing you, you’d melt into a puddle. You weren’t sure if you’d ever survive that.
“So beautiful.” He whispered, letting the tip of his finger slide inside of you before quickly removing it. He silenced your mewls of protest as his thumb circled your clit. “What a good girl my baby is.”
“Fuck,” you groaned, raising your head to look at him. “Please, babe.”
He stared at you for a moment, finger circling your entrance once again. “I love the sound of you begging for me, pretty girl. Go on, then. Show me how a good girl begs.”
You let out a moan, head falling backwards again. “Please, Trent.” You mumbled, rocking your hips upward against his teasing fingers. “Baby, please. Please. Touch me. More. Please. I need you!” You pleaded.
With a growl, Trent’s mouth crashed against yours. His finger slid inside of you, pumping in and out. His thumb found your clit again, circling it as he swallowed down your moans.
“Good girl.”
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Home Is Wherever You Are
Pairing: Trent Beretta x female!reader
Category: Fluff
Word count: 1,723
Summary: After a long week of traveling with your boyfriend, Trent Beretta, you are more than happy to end the trip snuggled up to the love of your life.
Warnings: Swearing, female female but no description of reader, she/her pronouns
Tagging: @wheeler-omega-kingston Here you go hun! I got carried away so I hope you enjoy 💕
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It had been an exhausting week, not a bad one just exhausting. You had been traveling alongside your boyfriend of three and half years, Trent Beretta.
You had finally accumulated enough vacation time at work to take a week long vacation that included going on the road with him for AEW. You always jumped at the chance to travel with him when the opportunity presented itself. You were proud of him and all that he had accomplished as well as all he had yet to accomplish. You always did your best to be there for all his big matches, aside from his mom and his two best friends, you were his biggest cheerleader, supporter, and encourager.
You had been there for all the bad times as well. When Trent had to be out for any injury, you were there with his mom to help him get better. You hated seeing him hurt and kicking himself for letting it happen, no matter how much you told him it wasn’t his fault and not to beat himself up.
This week you went with Trent to see him wrestle in a huge tag team title match at the latest pay per view, Forbidden Door. He was teaming up with Rocky Romero, another best friend and tag team partner. You always enjoyed seeing Trent hanging out with his friends; he always looked happy, goofing off and cracking jokes.
You wanted him to be happy all the time, but unfortunately that’s not what you got this week. You got the serious, in the zone, and focused Trent up until the pay per view. Sure, there were fun times with him during the week, seeing a couple sights and having dinner together, but overall he was determined to leave with both, the Ring of Honor and IWGP Tag Team Titles alongside his buddy Rocky.
When Forbidden Door arrived, you knew it was best to let Trent be and do his thing. Over the years, you noticed that he wanted to be left to himself when big title matches were coming up, but if they weren’t big title matches, he’d let you help him prepare, granted not much preparation took place, mostly joking around and you trying your hand at performing some basic maneuvers on him.
Trent loved when he could bring you along. He loved watching how your eyes would light up at every show, every arena, and every city he wrestled in. He had been wanting you to join him on the road on a more permanent basis ever since he returned from his latest injury, missing you taking care of him and looking out for him, but he knew you had a job and your family that needed you. No matter how selfish he wanted to be, he couldn’t bring himself to ask you.
You remember sitting in a chair backstage with a bunch of Trent’s co-workers, surrounding the nearest monitor to watch this highly anticipated pay per view. You remember how nervous and excited you were when it was time for his match. You remember Kris Statlander sitting next to you and cheering along with you for Roppongi Vice.
As the match went on you, Kris, Chuck, and Orange Cassidy continued rooting for the boys. You watched bated breath as the match came to a close; you were dejected about the loss, but you knew Trent would be upset and angry, knowing how hard he worked and how much he wanted to win. You got up and headed to the tunnel he would be coming through, waiting to see his reaction before deciding how to comfort, console, or calm him. You didn’t like seeing Rocky this way either, both men were always so full of life, fun, and adventure.
You remember the pair entering the room with sadness and anger visible on their faces. You remember trying to talk to them, tell them that they put up one hell of a fight; Rocky gave you a sad smile, muttering ‘thanks’ while Trent huffed, continuing to the locker room. You remember quietly entering the room, not speaking as you sat down next to your defeated boyfriend. He had calmed some and let you pull him against you, resting his head on your shoulder. You didn’t care that he was still sweaty from his match, all you cared about was how he was feeling. The pair of you sat like that for several more minutes until he got up to shower, and you headed to catering to find him some water and food.
Once the show was over, everyone was making plans to go grab a drink or to go grab some food; you and Trent and been invited to go out with several of your friends, but you could tell that Trent wasn’t in the mood; he was no longer upset or anger but rather tired. Truthfully, you were getting tired too. You politely declined the invite to go out, telling them that you both were tired and wanted to go to the hotel and relax before bed. Your friends understood and went on their way while you and Trent made your way to the car, hand in hand.
The ride was quiet, radio turned down acting as background music, neither you or Trent spoke. You didn’t want to ruin what was arguably the most peaceful part of the day, and Trent was lost in his thoughts as he looked out the window. You slipped your hand in Trent’s as you drove; he attempted to put up an argument about you driving, key word: attempted. He dropped the argument easily when you pulled the keys out of his bag he was carrying and hopped in the driver’s seat.
After arriving at the hotel and getting to your room, the two of you went through your nightly routines and crashed on the little couch in the room. Trent turned on the tv, searching for something to watch as you both decompressed. You grabbed the blanket that was thrown over the back of the couch and draped it across you and Trent, snuggling into his side afterwards, head resting on his shoulder like he had done to you back in the locker room. Trent let out a sigh of contentment, turning his head to place a kiss on the top of your yours; you smiled and shut your eyes in reveling in the warm feeling of love. That’s one of the many things about Trent that you adored; he always made sure you felt loved, regardless of how his day went.
After a while of being cuddled up on the couch, Trent looked at you with the biggest smile on his face, he couldn’t believe he managed to get someone like you to agree to go out with him much less be his girlfriend and stay with him for three and half years.
Growing tired of sitting in the same position for so long, you move to sit up and stretch and you notice your boyfriend smiling at you. “What’s got you all smiley?” You ask, curious but smiling no less. You keep your eyes on his handsome face, taking in his features: those beautiful chocolate brown eyes, that smile that makes your your heart flutter.
“Nothing just happy you got to come with me. I love having you on the road.” He shrugs before continuing. “I guess what I’m getting at is home is wherever you are.” He blushes. You can’t help but beam at his words. You feel the exact same way.
“I know what you mean.” You giggle, taking in his blushing face. “Did you know you’re cute when you blush?” You question, gently bringing your hands up to the sides of his face, truly looking into his beautiful eyes, ultimately getting lost in them.
Trent doesn’t say anything but closes the gap between the two of you and presses his lips to yours. “You’ve told me once or twice.” He mumbles against your lips and smiling into the kiss. You return the smile and kiss back just as softly as he is. The kiss turns into a couple more quick yet loving ones followed by Trent looking at you, grinning a mischievous grin. You arch your eyebrows, wondering what he’s thinking. “Move your blanket, I wanna lay down on your lap.” He finally stated, the mischievousness gone from his face and replaced by a pout and big puppy eyes.
You playfully grumbled, knowing that you can’t resist that look and he knows that too. You removed the blanket and not even a second later Trent had his head in your lap; your hand automatically massaging his scalp.
Not long after, you noticed Trent had gotten quiet and hadn’t moved. You didn’t hear his light snores, so you knew he wasn’t asleep just yet. You leaned down and gently kissed his temple. “Ready for bed yet?” You whispered, already used to the quietness of the room.
Trent slowly sat up, and you took in his features once again, eyes fighting to stay open and a sleepy grin on his lips. He nodded to answer your question, not having the energy to speak. “You’re very endearing when you’re half-asleep.” You tell him as you stand and turn to help the sleepy man to the bed just a few feet away.
When the two of you make it to the bed, Trent collapses and pulls you down with him. You laugh as you land on top of him. He might be sleepy, but he’s still playful. You go to lay on your side of the bed, but you’re stopped by Trent who wraps his arms around your body, forcing you to stay on top of him. At this point, you’re so tired that you don’t even try to fight him. The two of you fell asleep in a matter of minutes; you wrapped up in his strong arms and head resting on his chest, and him wrapped up in your gentle and loving embrace.
Trent was going to ask you a huge question in six months on your fourth anniversary, but after today, he didn’t wanna wait. He wanted you to be his wife as soon as possible, and you always knew that you’d marry him one day. Thankfully, you wouldn’t have to wait too much longer.
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Hillbilly (Cash Wheeler x Reader)
The lovely @princessmermaid1289 planted this idea into my brain, and I liked it so much that I had to write it down. Hope you like it, sweetheart!
"Are you coming out for support or not, Y/N?"
Trent's voice brought you back to the reality of the Gorilla position you were currently standing in. He didn't even need to follow your gaze to know you were eyeing Cash as he was warming up for their Trios match against United Empire.
"I don't think so. I'm not sure these two would appreciate it." You answered honestly. You kind of became friends with Dax and Cash these past few months, but you also felt like something had changed recently. Cash was not goofing around as much as he previously did with you, and also talked less with you. It broke your heart, because while he seemed to like you less and less, you slowly fell in love with him.
Trent shook his head and yelled over his shoulder. "Hey guys, do you want Y/N to come along and support us?"
Cash stopped all his movements mid-stretch, supporting all his weight on one leg while almost losing his balance. Dax gave his partner a quick glance, and huffed when no reaction came from him. "Sure thing! You'll be our back up for any shady stuff Ospreay has in mind...and you can be our good luck charm. Right?" He said, patting Cash's back.
"Y-yeah." He simply replied while standing up straight again and even smiling weakly in your direction. Your heart skipped a beat, and you nodded as a response to the three guys. Just then, the Best Friends' theme started playing and you went out along with Trent. As per usual, you guys hugged it out on the ramp before the FTR theme came on and Dax and Cash joined you. Dax and Cash held their hands out for Trent and just as he wanted to join, mockingly pulled away. Then, Cash did the same thing for you, waiting for you to put your hand above his. Dax joined him, and you narrowed your eyes at the two men. You decided to play along, and this time, they didn't budge. When Trent saw, he brought his hand back, but you pushed it away. "Not you, Trent! This is about me!" You told him and he comedically put his hand over his heart. Cash and Dax both laughed and walked down to the ring in front of you and Trent.
In the ring, they did their typical FTR forearm-forearm-hug ritual, and Trent and you copied them, only letting the hug linger on for longer. You couldn't see it, but Trent noticed Cash eyeing the two of you - with a hint of jealousy flickering in his brown eyes. So he wasn't wrong after all, Trent thought. Cash was definitely into you, and that's why he was acting weird lately.
Then, United Empire made its way to the ring, and as soon as you came into Ospreay's view, he shot you a cheesy smile. "Hey sweetheart. Ready to see your idiot friends get crushed by greatness?"
You just rolled your eyes and moved to stand in your friends' corner.
As the match went on, Will Ospreay made sure to always get at you whenever he could. It was actually his plan to get on Trent's nerves with it, but he soon realized it pissed off Cash even more. He didn't mind, as long as his plan worked. When Aussie Open attacked both Trent and Cash while Will and Dax were in the ring, you rushed over to Trent. "Are you okay? Looked like you landed weird." He held his neck a bit, but told you he was fine, it's just a reflex. Then he motioned over to Cash. "You might wanna check on your heartthrob though."
"Shut up, idiot!" But when you turned to look at him, you noticed he was holding his ribs, so you walked over and knelt down beside him. "Is everything fine? Are you hurt? That looked like a nasty fall." You asked him while putting your hand on his shoulder. He looked up at you, then at your hand, and smiled. "Nothing too bad, just didn't land the way I intended." He said and whinced as he got up from the floor. You got up as well, smiling at him. He looked like he wanted to say something, but his opponent interrupted your little moment outside.
"Get away from her. She's not interested in some hillbilly. She needs a real man." Ospreay's voice made you sick to your stomach. How dare he say something like that to your crush?!
"That would rule you out." You retorted as Cash stood in between you, shielding you from the New Japan wrestler.
The match continued for a few more minutes until Dax got the pin and they celebrated in the ring with you.
When you moved backstage, you celebrated for a bit, hugging all three men and congratulating them. When you went to hug Cash, you held on a little longer than you did with Dax and Trent, but Cash was back to being more distant with you. You let out a gust of air and looked over Cash's shoulder to see Trent motioning for you to talk to him. And for once, you thought he was right, so you gathered all your courage and started speaking, but avoiding looking in his eyes.
"Okay, Cash. What is up with you? You've been acting very...distant lately. Have I done anything wrong? Did I insult you in any kind of way? Or am I just bothering you in general?"
His eyes grew big and he felt guilty for making you feel like you were the problem. "Y/N, look at me. You're not bothering me at all. I love having you around. But...I..." his voice became nothing but a whisper, he didn't know how to tell you what he wanted to say.
"It's okay, you don't have to explain." You replied as you took a step back, sadness washing over you, shoulders hanging low.
As you moved away, he held you by your shoulder and turned you around to face him again.
"Ospreay. What he said out there...it's true. Why would you want a hillbilly like me?"
You furrowed your brow, processing what he just said. When you got the hint, you chuckled lowly. "Are you serious now, Cash? You let Ospreay tell you what I want or don't want? That's ridiculous. Having a mullet and being a country boy doesn't make you a hillbilly. And even if it does, well, then I guess I'm into that."
"You...are into me?" The shock in his voice made you laugh out loud.
"Ask me out on a date and find out." You said as you ran your hand along his arm.
He smiled at you, and his whole body language changed from defeated to confident again. "What about tonight? We could grab a late night dinner after I get changed?"
You mockingly brought your index finger to your face and tapped your lips a few times, as if you had to think about his proposal. Then you smiled at him. "I'd like that. Very much."
You both grinned at each other before he dismissed himself to shower and get changed.
Who would have ever guessed that Will Ospreay was good for anything?
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