#trent beretta x reader

[daddyhausen]

• 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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{ beta readers } — @allelitesmut + @legit9thlunaticwarrior

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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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[sydsaint]

Heel Trent is so damn sexy <3

Summary: The reader finds herself In a steamy situation while alone in the Callis family locker room with Trent.

You finally finish up taking care of some business for Don involving the Jackson brothers and decide to head back to the locker room.

The hallway his empty as you make your way back to the locker room, and you find it empty as well when you arrive, save for Don's newest addition to the team. Trent.

"Hey, Trent." You flash him a casual smile as you shut the door behind you. "Don and the boys already leave for that tag match?" You ask him.

You click the locker room door shut and wait for Trents reply. But it doesn't come. At least, certainly not in the way you were expecting.

You turn around and gasp when you find Trent right up on you. He stares down at you with that new intense look of his, and your heart skips a beat.

"Trent? What are you doi-mmf." You go at ask Trent what's wrong, but get off by a sudden kiss.

Trent crashes his lips to yours, his body pressing into your smaller frame. You are forced back until your back his the wall, your hands trapped against his firm chest.

Your heart races in your chest as you desperately reciprocate Trents heated kiss. A shiver runs up your spine when you feel his calloused hands grip your bare legs and slowly start to trail upwards.

"Trent." You mumble his name against his lips. "What are you doing?" You ask him, but Trent doesn't bother to reply. "Don and the guys. They could be back any time now." You try and warn him.

Trent and his new gruff persona captivated you from the moment he betrayed his former best friends and joined up with Don and the family. And coincidentally, Trent wasted almost no time in making it known that he was into you. But the two of you have been keeping these little redevous on the down low in order to avoid a headache with Callis.

"Shh." Trent pulls back for a second and presses his finger to your lips, subsequently dragging your bottom lip down playfully once he's silenced you. "They just barely left. We've got time, baby." He insists before crashing his lips back to your in a heated kiss.

You hook your arms around Trent's neck, complying with his need for attention. And his hands travel back down to your legs. But this time Trent's hands don't stop wandering upwards when they reach the hem of your skirt. You gasp when his hands slip behind your skirt and continue their accent. Trent's hand dances up your thigh until they reach the oh-so-enticing hemline of your lace underwear. Goosebumps litter your skin as you feel Trent's fingers trace the line of your underwear, teasing you so damn sweetly it's fucking criminal.

"Trent, please." You pant breathlessly. "Not here." You beg him, your free hand moving down to stop him.

Don finding out that you and Beretta have been sleeping together on your off time is one thing. But you're pretty sure you'd die of embarrassment if Don, or anyone from the team for that matter, caught you and Trent in the locker room like this.

Trent's hands stop moving and he pulls away from kissing you, his pupils dilated with lust. "Sorry, baby." He apologizes and removes his hands from under your skirt. "You just look so fucking sexy in this little skirt." He cups your face and kisses you again.

You wrap your arms around his neck again and kiss him back deeply. The man has got you so wrapped around his finger it's pathetic. Trent reaches downwards and hooks his arms around your legs, hauling you up into his arms. You let out a small gasp of surprise and have no choice but to wrap your legs around his waist to keep yourself from falling out of his grip.

Satisfied with his little trick, Trent turns around and walks both of you over to a chair where he sits down in it with you still on top of him.

"They'll be back soon," Trent admits, his hands wandering over your body. "Just one more kiss, baby. Then I'll leave you alone until tonight. Promise." He sets a hand on the small of your back and pushes you closer to him.

You lean down and kiss Trent again. The thought of letting him have what he wants crosses your mind. But the thought of getting caught overpowers Trent's spell on you.

The sound of the doorknob turning crackles through the room and you jump off of Trent at lightning speed. Trent grins, his hand grazing your ass as you climb off of him and situate yourself on the bench next to his chair.

The door swings open and Don steps inside the room with Ospreay, Hobbs, and Takeshita. He eyes you and Trent suspiciously but doesn't say anything.

"YN, you're back. Good." Don turns his attention solely on you. "I emailed you some stuff I need you to look at tonight." He informs you. "It's about Ospreays upcoming title match."

"Sure, Don." You nod and try to sound out of breath from your earlier activities.

You fetch your phone from your pocket and try to ignore Trents stupid smile being directed at you. It's still going to be a few hours before everyone heads back to the hotel. And you know that Trent is going to make sure you feel every agonizing second of it.

[im-just-a-mississippi-girl]

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.

[plentyoffandoms]

Kinktober 2023

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Day 1: Dirty Talk - Nick Jackson x f/Reader (anonymous)

Day 2: Floor Sex - Ethan Page (anonymous)

Day 3: Anal - Chuck Taylor x f/reader (@legit9thlunaticwarrior)

Day 4: Missionary - Matt Jackson x f/reader (anonymous)

Day 5: Breeding - Matt Jackson x f/Reader (anonymous)

Day 6: Morning Sex - Christian Cage x f/Reader (anonymous)

Day 7: Sex Toys - Liv Morgan x f/Reader (@hooks-martin)

Day 8: Creampie - Eddie Kingston x f/Reader (anonymous)

Day 9: Double Penetration - Cash Wheeler x f/reader (@legit9thlunaticwarrior)

Day 10: Drunk Sex - Kenny Omega x f/Reader x Wardlow (@nicoleveno14)

Day 11: Erotic Photos - Darius Martin x f/Reader (@hooks-martin)

Day 12: Hate/Angry Sex - Angelo Parker (anonymous)

Day 13: Dry Humping- Charlie Dempsey x f/Reader (@hooks-martin)

Day 14: Fisting - Wardlow x trans f/Reader (anonymous)

Day 15: Group Sex - The Youngbucks, more Matt and Adam x f/Reader (anonymous)

Day 16: Bath/Shower Sex- Hook x f/Reader (@hooks-martin)

Day 17: Licking - Charlie Dempsey x f/reader @hooks-martin

Day 18: Lingerie - Lucien Price x f/Reader (@hooks-martin)

Day 19: Masturbation with Daniel Garcia x f/Reader (@hooks-martin)

Day 20: Dirty Dancing - Daniel Garcia x f/Reader (@hooks-martin)

Day 21: Praise Kink - Trent Beretta x f/Reader (@legit9thlunaticwarrior)

Day 22: Phone Sex - Will Osprey x f/Reader (anonymous)

Day 23: Orgasm Denial with Dakota x dom f/reader (@hooks-martin)

Day 24: Outdoor Sex - Adam Page x f/Reader (anonymous)

Day 25: Petplay - Wheeler Yuta x f/Reader (@legit9thlunaticwarrior)

Day 26: Sexting - smug/arrogant - Adam Cole x f/reader about what he knows he can do to her (anonymous)

Day 28: Strap-On - Dakota Kai x f/reader (@hooks-martin)

Day 29: Body worship with darius martin x dom f/reader (@hooks-martin)

Day 30: Public Sex - Evil Uno x Ambiguous Reader (@ijustthinkevilunoisneat)

Day 31: Free Choice - Darius Martin x f/Reader (@hooks-martin)

[moxleys-whore]

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

Best friends sister

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah sure what's up?"

"In private actually."

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

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

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

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

[mystic-story-lover]

~ Play the Game~

Kyle Fletcher x Bria (OC Female!Reader)

Word Count: 2076

Warnings: Mentions of drinking

Type: Fluff

Summary: Who knew a night of drunken truth or dare could be so good

A/N: I honestly enjoyed writing this one so much

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Dynamite was finally coming to a close, and I’d just finished packing my suitcase when there was a knock on my locker room door. Walking across the room, I sighed, exhausted from the busy night, and opened up the wood door to reveal Kyle Fletcher leaning against the frame. He was wearing a black t-shirt, one that was snug against his muscles, and he smirked as he looked at me.

“Hey, Bria,” he stated before pushing off the wall. “A few of the roster and I planned to head out for drinks, and I was hoping you’d join us.”

“I’d love to, Kyle. Could you just give me a second to grab my bag?” I questioned, pointing behind me, and he nodded.

Turning around, I rushed over to the suitcase and shut the lid. Quickly, I zipped it, and pulled it down off the couch, lifting the handle to it. Suddenly, a dark shadow appeared in front of me, and I glanced up to see Kyle reaching for the bag. He didn’t say anything, only offering me a small smile, and he turned, pulling my bag with him.

“You don’t have to carry that for me, you know that right?” I asked, shaking my head at him.

“I know, but I want to help you out.” He answered, giving me a one shouldered shrug.

We walked to the parking lot in silence, neither of us really having anything to say. It wasn’t awkward, just silent. As we approached the remaining cars, I started to drift to the left, heading to where I parked earlier in the day, but Kyle continued on his path. I stopped, confused as to why he kept walking.

“My car is this way,” I called. “We turn left, and then walk down the aisle next to this one for a little.”

Kyle turned around, shaking his head at my words, confusing me more. I watched as his blonde locks bounced as he moved his head, falling into place when he stopped.

“I’m taking you out, so we can use my car.” He smiled at me, and used his head to point in the direction he was going.

I shrugged, and began to catch up to him, before he started to walk again. The silence was back, and we walked for another moment before we reached his rental for the night. He reached into the pocket of his jeans, fishing out his keys, and pressed a button to open the trunk. It raised slowly, and Kyle waited patiently before he was able to slide my suitcase in. I’d spotted his suitcase already in the trunk, and realized he turned back to get me.

“You came back for me?” I questioned, glancing at him.

“Yeah, I told the others to meet me there. I came back because I wanted you to come with me.” He shrugged, not thinking much of his words.

I blushed slightly, and was silently thanking whoever that the parking lot was dark, so he couldn’t see me.

“Are you ready to go?” Kyle asked, turning to face me.

I only nodded at his question, and he turned around, heading to the driver’s side of the car. Following his actions, I began to walk to the passenger door, opening it slowly. The car next to me chirped, startling me, and I heard Trent begin to laugh.

“Not funny Beretta.” I smiled teasingly.

“Totally was.” He chuckled, proud of his work.

I groaned softly, shaking my head at his words. We’d had a prank war recently between the two of us, and I knew this was subtle payback for my win. Without a word, I hoisted myself up into Kyle’s rental, and buckled myself in. Since the door wasn’t shut yet, the little light was on, and I could see Kyle looking at me before shifting his gaze away quickly. As we drove to the bar, the two of us talked about things at work, and he gave me an update on how Mark was feeling. Once we pulled into the parking lot, Kyle quickly turned the car off and got out. I leaned down, grabbing my purse from the floor, and sat back up to unbuckle my seatbelt. When I turned to open the door, I noticed Kyle was already there, and he opened it for me.

“Thank you.” I spoke softly, and he gave me a small nod.

He extended his hand, offering me easy access to get out and onto the concrete. I took it with a small smile on my face, thankful for his generosity.

“Thank you, Kyle.” I smiled at him which he returned.

“Anything for you Bria.” He replied and shut the door once I was out of the way.

As if it was instinct, Kyle reached for my hand again, and laced our fingers together as we walked into the bar. I wasn’t surprised that it was scarcely full, being that it was only a Wednesday, and it was late. We were able to quickly find our friends, and took a seat.

“Hey girl!” Britt exclaimed once I was seated.

“Hey Britt!” I exclaimed back, excited to see her.

It’d been a while since I was able to go out with any of my work friends, so being here tonight was well needed. I glanced around to see Adam sitting beside Britt, and watched as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

“You want a drink?” Kyle whispered in my ear, and I nodded at his question.

Without another word, he stood up and began walking to the bar. This gave Britt the opportunity to turn to me, missing the fact that Adam was leaning in for a kiss.

“So, what’s the deal with you and Kyle?” She questioned, leaning forward, as if to get closer to me.

Adam shook his head and chuckled slightly, thus causing me to assume this was something they talked about frequently.

“We’re friends, that’s all.” I shrugged, not thinking too much of the question.

“Only friends?” Another question from her, causing Adam to chuckle some more.

“As far as I know, unless you know something that I don’t.” I replied, and spotted Kyle nearing the table from the corner of my eye.

“One strawberry margarita for you, and just water for me.” Kyle stated nonchalantly as he placed the drinks on the table.

The four of us, along with other friends of ours began to joke around as we drank and relaxed from the long night. We discussed things like work, our home lives, and for some, their love lives. Tonight was an escape from reality for all of us, something that was clear the group of us needed. Sure, we had other ways of escape, like video games, but tonight, it was fun.

“Okay, Bria, your turn. Truth or Dare?” Britt questioned, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Because I’m not a chicken, I’ll do dare.” I replied, taking another sip of my third margarita.

“I dare you to kiss Kyle.” She said before grabbing her glass and drinking.

I looked at Kyle, a way to see if he was okay with this, and he smiled. This gave me the courage I needed to lean in and press my lips against his. His lips were soft, and they molded perfectly with mine. Kyle brought a hand under my chin, and he held me there for a moment.

“Okay Bria I see you!” Britt called from across the table, clearly pleased with herself.

After a moment, we pulled away, and I smiled. As I tried to catch my breath, Kyle began to reach into the pocket of his jeans. I watched as he pulled out his wallet, and pulled out fifty to cover for the night, and he slid the wallet back into his pocket before extending his hand to me.

“You’re taking her away from me?” Britt pouted using her best puppy dog eyes. We were the best of friends, and it’d been like this multiple times when I was leaving early from a function, and vice versa.

“I’m her designated driver tonight, so it’s best if we get going. Plus I think she and I have some unfinished business to handle.” Kyle smirked as I began to blush at his words.

“I want details!” Britt shouted as we walked away from the table, and I gave her a thumbs up from behind my back.

Once we got back to his car, Kyle helped me in, as I was unstable on my feet. I’d had a few margaritas as well as shots, and knew that I would feel this in the morning.

“Unfinished business huh?” I asked as Kyle went to shut my door. He paused for a second, looking at me, and smiled softly before closing the door.

I waited for him to come around to his side and get in before bringing it up again. When he shut the door, however, he leaned over and kissed me again. It wasn’t as long this time, but I still had the same feeling throughout my body.

“We can talk about it tomorrow, yeah? I want to get you back safely first.” He spoke, and I nodded, an exhausting feeling settling over me. While he drove back to the hotel, I ended up closing my eyes and falling asleep.

“Britt, her and I haven’t even talked about anything yet. I’m sure she’ll tell you when we do.” I heard the faint voice from the other side of the hotel room, surprising me.

Slowly, I opened my eyes, and spotted a shirtless Kyle pacing around my hotel room. His pajama pants hung low on his waist, and he was running a hand through his blonde locks. My head throbbed as I tried to get a better look at him, and then I remembered everything from last night, including the kiss.

“Shit.” I hissed, trying to sit up, but the sound of my voice caught Kyle’s attention.

“Bria just woke up, so I’m going to let you go. She’ll talk to you soon, I’ll make sure of it.” He stated before pulling the phone from his ear and hanging up.

“She’s persistent about details.” I joked, bringing a hand to my head.

“I’ve learned. How are you feeling?” He asked, coming over to sit on the edge of the bed.

“Just a headache thankfully. Did you stay the night?” I answered his question and asked my own.

“You don’t remember?” I shook my head. “When we got back to the hotel, you’d been asleep for about fifteen minutes, and I didn’t want to wake you. So, I carried you up here, and you began to wake up when you asked me to stay.”

“I appreciate it, the staying and all. It’s nice to wake up to a face I know.” I giggled, and he chuckled as well.

“I’m glad I was the face you woke too.” He smiled.

“Well, it was more your back, but the point still stands.” I smirk at him.

“Did you enjoy the view.” He joked, a similar smirk laid on his face.

“Hmm, it is a very nice back. But I think your lips are just a little better.” I whispered.

“Ah, so you remember the kisses.” He said, lowering his head.

It was almost as if he was embarrassed, which I didn’t want him to be. I know that I’d been drinking, but my feelings for Kyle were something I discovered a while ago, but I never told him.

“Kyle, I know I was drinking, but please don’t think that I didn’t want them just because of that. The truth is, I’ve liked you for a while.” I whisper, placing a hand on his arm.

“You have?” He asked. “I mean, I like you too Bria.”

“Good, then come lay down with me. I want to spend time with you.” I sigh, laying my head down on the pillow.

“Gladly, so long as I can keep kissing you.” He smiled, standing up so he could walk around to lay with me.

“I was hoping you would.” I smiled as he laid beside me, ignoring my phone that Britt was spamming with messages.

[wheeler-beretta-harwood]

Useless Knowledge (Trent Beretta x Reader)

They must be ignoring your knocks.

When noone decided to open the locker room door after your fourth knock, although you heard voices loud and clear coming from inside, you decided to just walk in.

"Guys, it's time for shooting. Come on."

Orange Cassidy slouched on the sofa and didn't move an inch while Chuck looked startled at you. The only one to actually react to you was Trent. He quickly stood up from his chair while greeting you.

"Hey Y/N, did you know that there is a type of snail that can switch between sexes and get themselves pregnant?"

Damn, you loved being around Trent. He was always fueling your interest in the most random shit.

"I did know that. But did YOU know that polar bears are lefthanded? Or left-pawed...whatever you call it."

"All of them?"

"That's what I've read."

You two kept walking next to each other for a few steps until you realized the others weren't coming, you moved back to the rest of Best Friends.

"Are you coming?"

Chuck laughed at you. "I'm surprised you even noticed we were missing. Let's go, Orange." He motioned for OC to finally get up, which he reluctantly did while groaning.

You felt the heat on your cheeks and were certain they'd turned a bright red by now. Chuck always teased you and Trent for drifting into your own little world once you were together. You hadn't even realized it happened until he pointed it out. While Chuck's teasing made you nervous and painfully self-aware, it didn't bother Trent at all. He never even as much as flinched at the other man's comments. And you were secretly jealous of his nonchalancy because you hated feeling so exposed.

As soon as you entered the area where Trent's promo on his match with Samoa Joe would be filmed, all three men turned into professional mode. Although there was no need for you to stay there and watch, you couldn't bring your feet to move. You stood there and listened intently, your eyes glued to his lips. When they finished, you smiled at the three and walked up to them.

"That was an interesting take on getting yourself over...mentioning all the years spent in ROH, never winning anything." You stated while nudging his side. Trent was, as usual, unfazed and just shrugged, not saying a word. Instead he slowly made his way back next to you.

In the corner of your eye, you saw OC mumbling something to Chuck before they started walking, almost hurrying, to get ahead of you two.

"Nothing ever bothers you, Trent. Not when people claim you always lose, not when Chuck teases you...How do you do that?"

"Why would I be bothered? Honestly, as long as I did good in my matches, I'm fine with getting beat. So what? I still get to do what I love. And Chuck...he means well. And he's never lying. I forget there are other people around as soon as you're with me. I love the useless knowledge we always share. I just generally like you a lot, so why would I be bothered if he's saying exactly that?" He looked over to you, only to realize you had fallen behind. In fact, you had stopped dead in your tracks as soon as he basically confessed to you.

"What?"

"What what?" He was really confused now.

"What did you just say?"

"Were you not listening? I said that I don't mind people trash-talking m-"

"No Trent, the important part...about liking me."

He chuckled and walked back to where you were standing. "Did you really not know? I like you." Then he wrapped his arms around you and kissed the top of your head.

You smiled into his embrace before speaking. "Well, that's too bad. I do like you too, which means you're kind of stuck with me now. So you need to find a whole lot of random facts to share with me from now on."

"That shouldn't be a problem. I've always wondered if there are expiration dates for poisons. And if so, do they get less or more poisonous? I think they would get less poisonous." He started while wrapping his arm around your waist and strolling back with you.

[poedamneron01]

TIME BETWEEN TOWNS

Trent Beretta x f!reader

A/N; I APOLOGISE FOR THE LENGTH, I MAY HAVE GOT CARRIED AWAY BUT I LOVE THIS. ENJOY PEEPS!

Warning; SMUT! 18+ only! unprotected p in v (don’t forget to wrap it before you tap it!), creampie, slight edging, some dirty talk!

Trent Beretta Masterlist.

Tag List; @lghockey @dani-65 @meaganjm @omegasshyghuleh6661ghosts

The sexual tension between Y/N and Greg was so intense, the air that surrounded the pair when they were together was filled with lingering stares, fleeting touches and the need to constantly be around each other. They kept it to very minimal contact at work, sticking to a simple nod of the head when they passed one another in the hall, or a subtle wink from across tables in catering. Their messages however, were a completely different story, full of heavy flirting, some slight dirty talk. Y/N wouldn’t lie, she loved what they were doing, it made everything seem so risky, so dangerous. Greg was the same, loving that the two of them were so private, yet so public at the same time. Not even Dustin or OC knew he had been texting Y/N like he did, the pair simply thinking they were just work friends who occasionally texted one another after a good match. But boy were they in for a treat. “Hey Y/N do you want to come to the bar with us?” Kris asked Y/N as the pair were packing up their things after another successful Dynamite for the week. Y/N finished zipping up her bag and placed it on the ground “I’m gonna have a relaxing night in, I’m really feeling it after my match, you go out and have fun though!” Y/N encouraged her close friend who only frowned “Ok, if you need anything just ring me.” Kris told her friend who nodded “Promise.” Y/N smiled and Kris nodded a few times “Ok, I’m going to go with Dustin then, I’ll see you tomorrow morning.” Kris and Y/N came together in a hug “Alright, have fun!” Y/N told her and Kris nodded “I’ll try.” The two pulled apart and went their seperate ways. Y/N hadn’t realised that the pair had some company in the quiet backstage hallway, until a voice scared her. “You’re not going out?” Y/N jumped, her hand coming to rest on her heart as she spun on the spot to see Greg behind her a few feet, suitcase by his side and a handsome smile on his face. “Jesus christ Greg.” Y/N scolded as she tried to slow her heartbeat down. “My bad, I’m sorry.” He grinned and Y/N couldn’t help but smile back at him. “You heading out with Dustin?” Y/N asked as Greg walked closer, her heartbeat sped up a little bit. Greg shook his head “I was, but I might skip tonight, I’m exhausted and want to get some good rest in before the plane home tomorrow.” He explained as the pair began walking in sync “If you need some company just shoot me a message.” Y/N boldly stated and smirked, where Greg looked over at her with a challenging look. They both understood what that meant, now it was a ‘wait and see’ type thing on whether Greg would capitalise on the subtle invite. “You have my number,” Y/N began as Dustin came into view to the pair “see you around. Hey Dustin.” She played it off like a pro as Greg came to a stop beside his friend, while he watched the woman he had become so enamoured with the last month and a bit walk out too the parking lot. Dustin smiled and waved back at Y/N “Hey Y/N!” Dustin turned and looked at his friend with a curious gaze “You still coming out tonight man?” He asked Greg, who hesitated with his answer, eye’s following Y/N’s figure as she disappeared into the row of cars outside. “Nah, I’m going to stay in, get a good night’s sleep before we leave tomorrow.” Greg responded and Dustin nodded with a shrug “Alright man, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Y/N sighed as she entered her hotel room, the cool air met her hot skin and a sense of relief flowed through her body. She rolled her suitcase over to the corner of her room, kicking her shoes off and jumping onto the bed with a huff. It had been a long day full of tapings and Dynamite and Rampage, wrestling a couple of matches and doing promo work, she was exhausted. But deep down she could feel the excitement at the possibility of Greg coming past. Greg had arrived at the hotel, walking through the lobby as he seen other coworkers, hoping none would stop him for a chat, as he had someone on his mind. Greg slipped into the empty elevator and selected his floor he was staying on, before pulling his phone out of his pocket. He clicked on his conversation with Y/N, eyes rereading their previous conversations, a contempt smile on his face as he began typing. You still down for some company?, his finger reluctantly hovered over the send button for a few moments, though the slowing of the elevator brought him out of his trance, and he sent the message. Y/N had showered and freshened up, simply wearing a pair of tracksuit pants and a random shirt she found in her luggage. Y/N noticed her phone flash from the corner of her eye, and eagerly grabbed it, seeing his name on her screen. She read the message a few times, a blush rising up her neck as she responded; I could definitely use some if it’s you. Y/N bit her lip and sent the message, squealing to herself as she looked around the room to ensure it wasn’t a mess. Greg had dumped his bags in his hotel room with a grunt, the ding of his phone had him fishing for it in his shorts pocket, screen lighting up as he seen Y/N’s response. He felt his cock twitch gently in his shorts at the response, his mind filling with worry, maybe he shouldn’t be doing this. But he wanted it so badly, and it seemed like she wanted it too. What is your room number? Greg grabbed his key card for his room, his wallet, a bottle of water and a jacket as he exited his hotel room. A few moments later Y/N sent Greg her room number, and to his surprise Y/N was beside Dustin. He just prayed he wouldn’t run into his friend on the way over to her room. Y/N pushed her damp hair behind her shoulders as she sipped on her bottle water she had brought home with her from the arena as a knock interrupted her thoughts. She pushed herself up off her perfectly made bed, walking over to the door and pulling it open to reveal Greg looking as handsome as ever. Y/N smiled “Hey stranger, come in!” Greg smiled, running a hand across his beard clad face as he entered Y/N’s room, the cool air hitting him like a truck as he let out a satisfied sigh “Had I’ve known your room was this cool I would have come sooner.” He joked sending a sideways glance as he walked past her, and Y/N chuckled “Well, now that you’re here, we can enjoy it together!” Greg nodded, a small smile on his face as the pair moved to sit on the large queen bed that stood in the middle of the room. Greg noticed how clean the room was, how organised all of her things were in the corner by her suitcases. “A queen sized bed for only you?” He asked curiously as Y/N sat on the left side, perching herself up against the headboard. Y/N smirked “Maybe they knew that I would have some company?” She shrugged as Greg sat beside her, awfully close to the point their arms grazed sending a shock to the system for Y/N. A tense silence filled the room as Greg’s eyes slowly moved to look down at their touching arms, Y/N’s eyes doing the same. Her eye’s flicked up and looked at Greg, following the features of his face before he looked up at her, his hand reaching out their fingers intwining. “Greg.” Y/N whispered, her eyes flicking to his lips and Greg felt a sudden surge of courage as she whispered his name, the sound was pulling him towards her. He leaned forward “Can I kiss you?” He asked, and as Y/N nodded her head he leaned in and their lips collided. Y/N’s reached out and rested on the crook of Greg’s neck as the kiss went on.

Y/N pulled away, her eyes opening and breath leaving her body in rapid breaths “I want you.” She whispered, searching Greg’s dark eyes for any sign, for anything at all. “We both know we have wanted this for awhile now.” He responded and pulled Y/N back in as their lips collided harder this time, their harsh breaths, the smacking of their lips was all that filled the room. Greg reached over, his hand gripping onto Y/N’s hip gently, where she rolled over and straddled his hips not breaking the kiss once. Y/N arched her back, pressing her upper body closer to him, grounding her hips and letting out a light moan as she felt Greg underneath her. Greg pulled away and began peppering Y/N’s neck with soft kisses, his hands moving to grip the bottom of her shirt. Y/N reached down and pulled her shirt over her head, tossing it off the side of the bed, before meeting Greg in another kiss. His hands roamed up and down Y/N’s back as their kiss became more intense, tongue’s and teeth colliding as he wrapped his arms around her waist and flipped them over, pulling Y/N down further on the bed as he kneeled between her legs. He sat up and pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor, he kicked off his converse, before he ducked back down and began trailing his lips across her collarbones. Y/N squirmed and bit her lip as Greg left open mouthed kisses along her collarbones, nipping and sucking in certain spots as his lips travelled down to the valley between her boobs. His hands roamed up and cupped her breasts through her black laced bra as Y/N unclasped it, the straps falling loose as Greg pulled it off her arms and flung it across the room. “You are so beautiful Y/N.” Greg mumbled as his lips continued leaving small kisses across the mounds of her breasts, his hands kneading her perfect boobs, thumb and index finger occasionally squeezing her nipples causing Y/N to let out some small moans. He pulled away and gripped the waistband of her pants, the couples eyes met as Greg slowly pulled the pants off her long and smooth legs. “Greg please.” Y/N whined as Greg pulled off his shorts leaving him in his boxers, he used his hands to push apart Y/N’s legs wide enough to allow him to sink between them. Y/N bucked her hips up, feeling all of Greg through her panties, a small gasp leaving her lips as she ground against Greg. He moved down, leaving a trail of kisses, starting from Y/N’s plump lips, down her neck, across her breasts, down her stomach before gently kissing her panty clad pussy. Y/N moved a pillow behind her head as her eyes watched Greg intently, hands holding onto his as he began kissing the inside of her thighs. She let out a light giggle causing Greg to stop and chuckle, looking up at her from his position “What?” She blushed as she brought her hands up to cover her face embarrassingly “Your beard is tickling me.” She told him and Greg laughed lightheartedly as he slid her panties down her soft legs, before dropping them beside the bed. “Don’t stop though, it feels good.” She grinned as he slid back towards her aching core and Y/N’s eyes followed his actions intently “I love your new look, but I kind of miss your long ha- oh my god.” Y/N was cut off as Greg dove into her heat, licking and sucking at her clit so intensely her back arched and toes curled. Y/N’s hands clung to the bed sheets as Greg went crazy, his mouth working wonders on her throbbing clit, and two of his long, slender fingers were plunged deep into her. Greg’s fingers curled as they pumped into Y/N at a steady pace, his lips sucked and licked at her swollen clit “Greg that feels amazing, please don’t stop.” She whined, her eyes squeezing shut and her mouth falling slack as he began to quicken the pace.

Y/N’s back arched once more, her breathing increasing as Greg’s fingers curled and pumped inside her pussy. She could feel that coil tighten in her lower stomach. He was making her feel so good, so looked after with just his mouth and fingers, imagine what he could do with his cock. Her whines and moans filled the now hot hotel room “Greg I’m so close please don’t stop.” She begged, her legs tried to close around him, though his large frame prevented it as he hummed in response, causing Y/N to let out a yelp as the vibrations pulsated through her body like a tidal wave. The coil tightened and continued to grow tighter as Greg pumped his fingers at a manic pace, causing Y/N’s moans to get higher in pitch and louder. “I’m going to cum!” She exclaimed, her hands clawing at Greg’s toned shoulders, and as quick as her orgasm was coming, it disappeared, she suddenly felt empty. Greg pulled away, sticking his fingers in his mouth to clean them up, his eyes following the fall and rise of her chest, her perfect breasts bouncing ever so slightly. Y/N perched herself up onto her elbows with a whine and Greg chuckled “Come on, I’m not letting you cum unless I’m inside you babe.” He added with a smirk and Y/N sat up, her hands gripping his boxer waistband before pulling them down his toned legs. Greg stood at the end of the bed and pulled his boxers off all the way, Y/N followed and ran her hands up his abs and rested them on his chest. “You are amazing.” He hummed, leaning forward and letting his hands roam across her body as he brought her in for a passionate kiss. Greg lowered Y/N back onto the bed, her hair falling around her like a waterfall, she was so beautiful it was hard for him to comprehend. Once Y/N lay below him, Greg wrapped a hand around his pulsating cock, his hips jerking at the sudden feeling, and he jerked himself a few times “You ready baby?” he cooed down at Y/N and she nodded eagerly “Yes, please, I need it.” She bit her lip as her eyes watched his hand intently, the excitement growing in the air as Greg moved forward and ran the head of his cock through her soaking and glistening folds eliciting a moan from the woman. “Can’t wait for you to fill me up Greg.” Y/N panted and Greg licked his lips, watching the head of his cock disappear and reappear as he moved it up and down. “You want me to cum in you? Hmm?” He asked, teeth gritting as he slowly inched himself into her entrance and Y/N’s hands reached out, gripping his biceps tightly, nails digging into Greg’s skin and creating half moon shapes in his skin. Once Greg was bottomed out, he leaned forward as if all the breath he had in him had left his body, he felt himself faltering at how good this felt. After all the pent up sexual tension, it was finally getting released.

He began moving his hips, in slow and deep thrusts “Fuck you feel so good.” He grunted, eyes squeezed shut as he leaned his head down against her right shoulder. Y/N let out small gasps at how well he stretched her out, her legs instinctively wrapped around his hips and her right hand rest on the back of his neck “G-God you fill me up so well.” She cried softly, and that response only had Greg speeding up his thrusts, more like quick snaps now, where the sounds that filled the hot hotel room were skin slapping skin, heavy breaths, grunts and moans. Greg sat up, taking hold of Y/N’s legs and pushing them apart so he could get a better look of his cock disappearing into her pussy. Y/N cupped her breasts, her whole body jerking and convulsing at how deep he struck within her, striking that heavenly spot that so few men could find before, but he was hitting it perfectly. “Keep going Greg I’m so close!” She gasped, her fingers pulling and pinching her perked nipples to add to the pleasure. “Oh god me too.” He responded, his hips still snapping at that fast pace which amazed her at how he could keep it up for so long. Greg moved one of his hands over and began flicking Y/N’s swollen and abused clit, his thumb rubbing and playing with it. He almost came on the spot as he felt Y/N squeeze him tight, milking him further and he almost doubled over “Fuck, fuck don’t stop, right there!” She exclaimed and gasped as Greg worked wonders on her body and Greg was determined to giver her the best orgasm she had ever experienced. One more flick of her clit, and Y/N broke down, the coil snapping so hard that she squirmed beneath Greg as he chased his orgasm. “Oh my god!” She cried, her back arching and body shaking as the intense orgasm spread through her body causing her head to feel light and airy. “That’s it baby, I got you.” He exhaled as he felt himself near the edge, after a few seconds he felt himself trip and fall off, hard. He groaned loudly, his hips stuttering at how tightly he was being squeezed as he came deep in Y/N’s pussy. Greg leaned down, his hips still moving at a very slow pace as he brought Y/N in for a gentle kiss, coaxing her through their joined highs. “Your mine now, Greg.” She pulled away and joked, a smile playing on her lips and she opened her eyes slowly to look at Greg, who began to slowly pull out of her pussy, watching his cum drizzle out of her in the most sexiest of ways. “I’ve always been yours, Y/N.” He responded, eyes meeting hers in a soft and gentle gaze, which had Y/N blushing. She sat up, bringing Greg in for a small kiss and pecked his lips a few times “Do you want to stay the night?” She asked softly, a hint of doubt in her mind that he would leave having only used her for a good time. “I’d love too.” She grinned and pulled him in for a sweet kiss, before Greg crawled up onto the bed and under the sheets, pulling Y/N with him wrapping his arms around her gently, placing a sweet kiss on her forehead. Y/N rest her head on his chest, her left arm wrapped across his toned midsection with a contempt sigh.

So this was what it felt like to be with someone who was so amazing and caring, both Y/N and Greg could get used to this.

[heelwriting]

Wonderful - Trent?

Title: Wonderful

Theme: Cookies/Baking

Fandom/Character(s): AEW, Trent? x Reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 882 words

Summary: Reader bakes some cookies with Trent

Day 10 of @champbucks 12 days of Christmas (@12daysofchristmas)

Masterlist

It was finally the first day of your vacations, you longed for time alone with your boyfriend Trent, he’d been on the house for a few by now and you hated to wake up and leave the house when he was still asleep, you had tried to make time once you got home, but work was so exhausting that you needed up sleeping right away, he knew you were trying your best, he knew it wasn’t your fault and that you would later spend time of quality with him.

The feeling of strong arms attached to your middle was the greatest feeling in the world, you didn’t have to move, you could stay cuddling all day.

Still feeling sleepy you turned around and hugged Trent, hard muscles under your fingertips, he was indeed very toned, the blanket was very warm but he was burning hot, he always was. Without opening his eyes, he started talking.

“Good morning, beautiful”

His voice was low and raspy.

“Good morning, you want go get breakfast?”

You asked.

“Nah, I want to stay here, it’s been too long since you stayed with me late in bed"

“That does sound better"

He held you tight, your heart beating slow, it was probably never that calm, you were always stressed out but laying in Trent’s arms was very relaxing and comforting, you enjoyed every second of it, your head on his chest, your hands on his waist.

Hours later you had finally made it to the kitchen, you had already eaten when Trent said.

“We should make cookies"

“Have you ever baked?”

You asked curious.

“Have you?”

You hit his arm.

“Auch"

“I can, it’s just am not good with measuring”

“I'll tell my mom to send me her recipes"

Trent drove you to the store, you got all you needed and you waited in line to pay.

Your hands are cold, the whole supermarket was like one big block of ice, you where shivering, Trent saw you and took both of your hands between his, his warm slowly helping you defrost, you smiled and thanked him, it was one of the sweetest things he ever did.

Once you got back you took out all the ingredients, and started measuring the proportions like Trent’s mom sent you, you hoped the cookies would taste amazing because he loved her mother’s recipe so much, you feared you would ruin it.

He stayed with you, making you smile with a few jokes trying to distract you anytime you were reading, he would also get lost staring at you, with the concentrated look on your face, he thought your little frown was the cutest thing ever, you moved around like an expert and he was impressed, even if the cookies tasted horrible or they burned he loved you so much that he didn’t care for the result, he just wanted to spend time with you and he loves how committed you were, you were open to all kinds of challenges, that was one of his favorite things about you, you were resilient and brave, and Trent admired you for that.

You put all the cookies on the tray, you let them cook on the oven, as you turn around you see Trent enchanted by everything you were doing, his arms crossed on the counter and his chin laying over them, the look of adoration on his face will never leave your mind.

“What?”

You ask confused, you raised one eyebrow, Trent got up and walked closer to you, he looked at your face, his hand raising to clean your cheek from some flour.

“You are all dirty”

“Maybe I would be cleaner if you actually helped me”

You turned the water on the dishwasher and washed your hands, you took a napkin to dry your hands, turning around you see Trent leaning on the door frame.

“You took charge and I was scared you might bite me”

“I’m not a dog”

You pretended to be angry, pouting and crossing your arms, Trent walked closer, his hands immediately going to your back, hugging you to his chest, he patted your back comforting you.

“You’re cuter than some dogs”

He said trying to make up for it, hearing him you lifted one eyebrow, you separated from him.

“More than Bo?”

He took a step back, you knew dog territory was something dangerous, he loved him.

“ummm”

He doubted saying it, you look at him with deadly eyes and he finds the response is much easier.

“Yes”

He responded, he knew he would have slept in the couch for a few days if he dared to say Bo was cuter than you.

You waited for the cookies, both of you were surprised by how good they tasted, maybe Trent’s mom had the best recipe in the world.

“Not bad, right?”

You asked.

“Not gonna lie, they taste amazing”

He pulled you into a hug, lifting you from the ground, he twirled with you around.

“I knew they would turn out great”

Trent said leaving you back down, he kept eating cookies.

“Thank you for believing in me”

You hugged his waist, he kissed your forehead, your heart fluttered, his free hand went to caress your back as he talked.

“Believe in yourself too, you are wonderful”

[debbiechanclub]

Mercury Retrograde - Trent x Reader

Prompt No. 50: “I love it when you’re a mess.”

Words: 855

Decided to write this request next because I’m a not-so-secret Trent thot and someone commented on another post that they’d kill for me to write a Trent fic, so here you go, friends. I quite like how this turned out 😁

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“Holy shit, why does nothing look good?!”

You let out a frustrated groan and raked your hands through your hair as you stared at the mess around you. Clothes scattered your bedroom floor as if a tornado had ripped through your closet. You’d tried on more than half your wardrobe and you didn’t like the looks of anything. You just felt gross today. Off. Uncomfortable in your own skin. And you knew exactly why.

Today was your birthday. Your thirtieth birthday. And you were not coping. 

You’d never been one of those people who bemoaned turning another year older. You liked birthdays. You were grateful for every single trip around the sun. But thirty was a big number, symbolically speaking. A milestone. And the more and more you thought about that, the more and more you could feel an existential crisis creeping in at the edges of your psyche.

There were certain things that society expected people to accomplish by the time they turned the big three-oh -- and you hadn’t accomplished any of them. You weren’t married. You didn’t have kids, not even “fur babies” -- you could barely keep a plant alive. You didn’t own a house. You didn’t have a career; you’d started over in that area after you’d struggled longer than most to figure out what you wanted to do with your life. You felt like you were still figuring it out. And, some days, that scared you.

This day, it really scared you.

But you tried not to think about it. You were healthy and happy and living your life how you wanted, and in the grand scheme of things that was all that really mattered.

That, and finding a fucking outfit that looked halfway decent. 

You pulled a black blouse from a hanger and a pair of blue jeans from your dresser. This outfit had to work. It was a classic; how could a black top and jeans look bad? You got dressed and looked yourself over in the mirror.

“Finally,” you breathed. It was a little plainer than you wanted, but that was what accessories were for. 

You made your way to the bathroom, kicking a crumpled-up dress out of your path as you went. Trent would be there soon to pick you up for dinner, and you hadn’t even begun on your hair and makeup. You grabbed your foundation off the vanity and uncapped it. You pushed down the pump; but it was turned at just the wrong angle, and instead of going onto your finger, the liquid squirted right onto your blouse. 

You stared at your reflection, mouth agape in shock. “Is Mercury in retrograde, or something?!”

You set the foundation on the counter and lifted the hem of the blouse, trying to pull it over your head. But it was one of those shirts that was easier going on than it was coming off. You blindly pulled and wriggled, shimmied and jerked, but you could not get it off--

“[Y/N]?”

“Ah!” You let out a startled yelp and stumbled back against the wall. You’d been so frantically struggling to remove the blouse that you hadn’t even heard Trent come in.

“Sorry,” he apologized. You could hear the laugh in his voice. You probably looked like a complete moron.

“Here, let me help.”

You felt him come closer, and with your arms lifted straight in the air he managed to free you from the blouse. The first thing you saw was his smirk. 

“Hey. Happy birthday.”

Your shoulders slumped. Tears stung your eyes and burned your nose. Trent’s expression turned from one of amusement to one of concern.

“What’s wrong?” He reached out and wiped something from your eyebrow. You glanced in the mirror; the foundation that had squirted onto your shirt had rubbed off onto your face in your attempt to free yourself. For whatever reason, it was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

“Everything’s wrong. I couldn’t find anything to wear and then when I finally did I got makeup on my shirt and I’m turning thirty and I feel like I’m this close to freaking out about it for no reason and then I got trapped in my fucking shirt and I just feel like I’m a giant fucking mess right now.”

You only stopped because you ran out of breath. Your face went hot with embarrassment at your outburst; you could only imagine what Trent was thinking. But when you looked sheepishly up at him, his brown eyes were soft.

“That’s okay. I love it when you’re a mess.”

You let out a breathy, confused laugh. “What?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. He took you by the arms and pulled you closer. “Because means I get to help make you feel better.”

You wilted again -- but that time you wilted into him. He wrapped you up and hugged you tight. Maybe you were having an minor existential crisis. But if there was anyone who could help you through it, it was Trent.

“You want to just order pizza and binge Netflix instead of going out?” he asked.

You smiled. “That sounds perfect.”

[daddyhausen]

If requests are still open, can I please request from the nsfw prompts 10, 41, 59 with daddy!trent beretta

• calm — 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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{ beta readers } — @allelitesmut + @legit9thlunaticwarrior

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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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[sydsaint]

Citrus man, will you ever know peace? <3

Summary: Trent betrays his friends, including Chuck's sister. But Orange ain't about to let Trent off easy after hurting the reader.

Music blares in your ears as the SUV rolls down the road towards the arena. Chuck and Trent are both sitting in front talking to one another about something or other. And Orange Cassidy, or James as you know him, is sitting silently next to you.

The SUV rolls into the parking lot at the back of the arena and you pull your headphones off of your head. Everyone files out of the vehicle and heads to the trunk for their bags. You let out a small yawn and stretch your arms over your head while Trent opens the trunk. Too busy with your stretching, you don't notice the edge of the trunk in your path. But thankfully, James does.

"Watch it." James leans forward and grabs your arm to pull you out of the way.

You stumble forward into him and steady yourself. "Crap. Thanks, James." You thank him for pulling you out of the way.

James nods and you go back to fetching your bags from the trunk. Everyone gets their bags and heads inside the arena for Dynamite. The group is mostly silent as you make your way through the backstage area and towards the locker rooms.

Chuck and Trent are at the front of the pack talking quietly about something, which leaves you and James a few feet behind them walking side by side silently. You glance forward and notice Trent's body language. He seems tense. Which is odd for him considering the circumstances.

You nudge James subtly and nod forward at Trent and Chuck. "Does Trent seem off to you?" You ask him quietly.

James looks forward and the pair and shrugs. "He looks fine." He answers you. "Maybe a little tired? No one got much sleep on the plane ride."

You nod in agreement and drop the subject for the time being. Everyone makes it back to the locker room and settles in for the show.

You keep to yourself for the most of the night, which is nothing new for you. But you can't help but notice that Trent is doing the same. Which is very much unlike him. You keep an eye on him as subtly as you can while everyone gets ready for Trent and James' tag match against the Young Bucks.

"Okay! Everyone ready to head out?" You head over to the door when it's time for the tag match.

James and Chuck both nod and head for the door. Trent takes a few more seconds to join the three of you and you all head down to the ring. You and Chuck hang back and let Trent and James take the lead since they're the ones in the match.

"Hey, Chuck?" You decide to talk to Chuckie about Trent's odd behavior while the two of you waiting for the tag match to be over.

"Yeah?" Chuck turns away from the ring and looks down at you.

You bite the inside of your lip, unsure about how to start the conversation. "Chuck...have you noticed anything weird about Trent, lately?" You ask him.

"Trent?" Chuck replies and glances into the ring. "Umm, I don't know." He shrugs. "I guess he's been a little on edge these past few weeks."

You nod and turn toward the ring as well. You ad Chuck manage to turn just in time to see Trent and James lose the match to the Young Bucks.

"Oh no!" You gasp and move to climb up onto the ring apron. "Crap. What happened, guys?" You slip through the ring ropes and walk over to console Trent.

Trent has his back turned to you, so you can't see the rage in his eyes or his clenched fists. You continue to approach him to make sure that he's okay, but James stops you in your tracks.

"YN, don't." James steps in front of you.

"What?" You furrow your brows in confusion as James stands in front of you.

Suddenly Trent whirls around and lunges for the first person that he sees. You go wide-eyed and step backwards as Trent slams into James' back. James crumples to the floor and you put a hand over your mouth in shock. Trent stands back up to his full height and stares at you with an expression that scares you.

"Trent?" You stare at him in disbeleif. "Trent?" You ask again when he starts coming toward you.

You instincively take a step backwards and your back hits the corner post. Your heart-rate picks up immensely as Trent keeps on coming at you. He gets a couple of steps closer before James stirs from the mat. He grabs Trent by the ankle to take his attention off of you.

You glance down at James as he mouths, 'get out.' to you. Trent turns around and picks James up by the hair and you use the distraction to quickly exit the ring. Chuck meets you on the floor and checks on you. He's still not medically cleared to wrestle, or be involved in anything that could potentially hurt him.

"James?" You push off of Chuck and approach the ring again as Trent beats up on him.

Trent stops his assault of James and turns back toward you again. You can feel the rage coming off of him as he stares at you. You stop in your tracks and Trent turns back around to James. He picks James up by the hair in a gruff manner and tosses his friend out of the ring like a bag of trash.

You hurry forward and meet James on the floor. "James? Are you alright?" You sink down to your knees to check on him.

"YN?" James groans in pain, his eyes glued shut in a grimace. "Get out of here!" He warns you again. "I can't let you get hurt." He manages to find your arm and latches onto it with his free hand.

You remain in place and intend to shield James from anymore harm. Trent steps down from the ring and scowls at you shielding James from another attack. He scoffs and stomps off, shooting a look at Chuck as he passes.

Chuck rushes off and goes to fetch the medical staff while you wait with James.

"Help is on the way, James." You grab his head and set it in your lap to support him.

Blood gushes from a nasty cut on James' forehead and stains your pants. The medical team all come rushing down the ramp and swarm the two of you. You let them take James away to get looked at and Chuck consoles you.

"What the hell, Chuck?" You look to Chuck for some answers. "Why would Trent do that?" You ask him.

"I don't know." Chuck pulls you into a comforting hug and rubs your arm. "Come on, lets go make sure that James is okay." He leads you up the ramp.

You and Chuck head backstage and wait outside the medical room for some answers. One of the docs pops out into the hall about 15 mintues later and heads over to you and Chuck.

"YN?" The doc gets your attention. "James is asking for you, if you'll follow me." He gestures for you to follow him.

You share a glance with Chuck and he lets you walk off with the doc. The doc leads you through in the door and through the room to where James is resting.

The doc walks off and you make the rest of the journey to James' side. You rush over to him and notice that his cut has been stitched up.

"James! Are you okay? God, you scared the crap out of me!" You fire off questions at him.

"I scared you?" James has the audacity to laugh. "YN, you're the one that scared me!" He insists. "I told you to get out of there! You could have gotten hurt."

You huff and shake your head. "You were already hurt!" You protest. "Trent wasn't going to stop! Look at your head!" You point to his stitches. "I wasn't going to stand by and do nothing!"

James laughs again and pulls you into his side for a hug. You wrap your arms around him and bury your face in his neck.

"I'm alright, YN." James assures you. "And Trent isn't going to get away with this, okay? We'll find out what's going on with him." He rubs your back gently.

You pull away from James and smile at him. "You know I'll help in any way that I can. And Chuck will too." You nod toward the door, knowing that Chuck is waiting outside. "You want me to go get him?" You ask him.

"He can wait." James replies and grabs your hand. "You're sure that you're okay, right." He rubs the back of your hand with his thumb. "I know that Trent scared you."

"I'll be alright." You shrug and glance down at his hand in yours. "Does your head still hurt at all? The doc didn't say anything about a concussion right?" You reach up and card your hand through his hair gently.

James shakes his head, his grip tightening on your hand again. "I'll be fine." He assures you. "I've got you, right?" He smiles at you. "...And Chuck I guess."

You laugh and nod, relieved that James is alright. You know that these next weeks aren't going to be easy. But you've got each other.

[im-just-a-mississippi-girl]

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. 

[hervoidfury]

" I love you, silly fool! " — Trent Beretta.

this is a special one shot dedicated to one of my closest friends @worldxwonders — she is the brains behind the idea of pairing good ole Trent with her created character Carla Jones and well I love it so this one goes to my sis. :D

— summary; Greg has been debating on how he will confess his feelings for Carla, and he finds help within one of his closest friends Vanessa. ( created by yours truly )

— genre; a ball of fluff.

Everything was set for a new taping of Dynamite; the ring was getting set as were the wrestlers getting prepared for tonight's show, Greg felt extremely nervous; however it wasn't because of the show, he knew what he was set to do and whilst he wasn't okay with the current storyline. Anything within the current situation the world was living in,

His nervousness stemmed from his desire to finally come clean about his feelings which he had developed towards Carla Jones who was the manager and good friend of his best friend's girlfriend Jordan Taylor, he couldn't deny how intriguing she was to him and it wasn't long before he found himself falling for her.

Vanessa is the only person that can help me, thought Greg as he made his way past a few crew members in a hasty attempt to find the Texan. " Hey man, have you seen Vanessa? " Greg asked Austin, normally if Vanessa wasn't around Jordan she would be hanging out with Austin.

The younger Gunn club member nodded, " I think I saw her in the make up area, everything okay? "

" Yeah I just need her help with something! " muttered Greg, thanking Austin before he made his way to the hair and makeup area.

And indeed Vanessa was there, seated right next to where Stella was working on Britt's look; she was doing her own makeup. " Hey Vanessa, can we talk? "

Vanessa frowned in confusion at his tone, he seemed on edge; " Sure hang on! " she placed her highlighter brush back to where it was situated then followed Greg to a corner a bit far from where she was before. " What's up? You seem on edge "

" I'm not! " said Greg defensively before sighing, " Well I am, kinda "

Vanessa was silent for a moment before she giggled, " I know what it is, this has something to do with Carla doesn't it? "

Greg should've known, Vanessa always had a knack at reading between the lines; " I keep forgetting how good you are sometimes "

" Benefits of having a psychology degree " said Vanessa smiling, " You're in love Greg, it's not that hard to tell with all the gestures and small actions you've been doing. It's cute, really cute "

" You think I have a chance? " said Greg.

Vanessa giggled, " You've had a chance since the day you two glanced at each other. And don't ask me how I know she feels the same way because I know she does "

" Well then, would you help me put together something? " said Greg, " You did so well helping Dustin out when he and Jordan fought! "

" Of course I would help you, I know just the plan " Vanessa began as she talked about one of her favorite spots she would walk her dogs in which happened to be a common place to have romantic picnics.

" You think she'll believe that the whole gang is going out together " said Greg, " Dustin might spill something if he knew "

" He won't if Jordan kicks his ass, don't worry. I'll text Jordan who will tell Carla and in turn make it seem believable " said Vanessa.

Greg sighed before finally smiling, " You are a life saver Vanessa, I am so grateful for you "

" You know I always got your back Greggie, now go on and get ready and tomorrow night it will go very smoothly " said Vanessa smiling.

Greg left Vanessa feeling more relieved, Vanessa would know how to twist things in order to help him out; he can only hope Carla buys into it and comes.

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— The following evening,

" Where are we meeting again? " said Carla as everyone was set to leave.

" I'll text you the details and we'll all meet there " said Vanessa.

Carla nodded, " Okay I am gonna go ahead cause I don't wanna take too long to get ready I'll see you girls there "

Once Carla left, Vanessa turned to Jordan. " Okay once Carla gets ready and swings by your room; you and Dustin make it seem like you guys are feeling so exhausted from your matches, I'll work out the rest "

" Oh this is gonna be a fun night for Blondie and Gregory " said Jordan grinning.

" I hope so, Greg deserves to be happy " said Vanessa excitedly.

— A little while later,

Carla arrived to the exact location which Vanessa had texted her, but instead of finding everyone; she found Greg standing near a picnic table with a few lights hanging from the trees, " Greg what is all this? " asked Carla.

" Well you've been very nice to me all this time and you helped cheer me up so I thought why not return the favor, frankly Vanessa helped me set this all up except the food, this was actually cooked by mother " said Greg shyly.

Carla couldn't stop smiling, it wasn't a secret to both Jordan and Vanessa that Carla found herself gravitating towards Greg, his personality, goofy nature and kind hearted soul are what drew the blonde haired female towards him. " That's so sweet of you, you didn't have to do all this. I was and still am more happy to be there when you need me to "

" That's why I wanted to do all this, you put so much effort into organising everything that you deserve to see why you are such a beautiful intelligent woman " said Greg.

Carla's cheeks reddened and she hoped Greg didn't notice albeit judging by the grin he sported, he definitely did; extending his hand, he helped her take a seat then he took a seat across from her. " I like you Carla, you're kind, thoughtful, lively, intelligent and very beautiful "

" I like you too Greg, I mean I am sure it was obvious " said Carla blushing.

" Not really " muttered Greg, " People tend to say I'm oblivious at times and I was oblivious that my chance at finally getting happiness was right there. Mom always told me that I needed to find that special someone, the one I'll settle down with and frankly " he paused taking a deep breath, " I did find her "

" Oh! " said Carla softly.

" I don't just like you Carla, I'm in love with you, so in love with you that I am more driven in my work, I'm more energetic because you are around. You always get me going and bring out the best in me. I just, it makes sense that I am madly, completely in love with you Carla Jones " said Greg.

Carla was stunned to say the least, the atmosphere had shifted between them and Carla refused to acknowledge any possibility as she felt that she wasn't cut out for relationships. Greg however, had completely turned her world around for the better.

Leaning up slightly to press her lips against his in a soft kiss, " I love you, silly fool! " she muttered causing both of them to laugh. They were definitely thankful for this moment,

[plentyoffandoms]

Welcome Back

Trent? X f/Reader

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

Warnings: Some swearing.

Gifs and photos do not belong to me.

Gifs belong to @allelitewrestlings & @backfliptopancake

Main Masterlist ♡ AEW Masterlist ♡ Trent? Masterlist

Greg - Trent? ☆ Dustin - Chuck Taylor ☆ James - Orange Cassidy ☆ Jim - Wheeler Yuta ☆ John - Rocky Romero ☆ Austin - Adam Cole

Summary: f/Reader, who has a crush on Trent? is in for a shock of her life.

YN's POV:

Kris and the guys were overly excited today and they won't tell me why and trust me I tried to get them to tell me.

"Why won't you tell me?" I almost begged Kris.

"Why ruin the suprise? Just enjoy it YN."

I even tried to get Dustin to tell me and even he wouldn't! And that guy doesn't know how to keep a secret even if his life depends on it.

No use asking James and Jim as I know they wouldn't tell me. So I guess I will just have to suffer and wait until the suprise reveals itself.

Now Kris, James, Jim and I are walking out for Dustin and John. I already had a match earlier and I am tired but I have to go out with them.

I am one of the newer members of their group and have been ever since Greg left due to his injuries.

Which was really unfortunate as him and I were excited to be working together after all these years.

We have been friends for so long but never had a chance to work with one another.

Hopefully he will be back soon as video chats and text messages just are not cutting it anymore.

You see, I have slowly started to fall for the man and I tried to fight it, believe me I did, but he would send me gifts when he knew I was sad.

Always knew when to call and when we came to see him after his surgery, he just held my hand as we talked.

But we neither one of us talked about it and just pretended that stuff never happened.

I tried not to focus on him as I was watching the match infront of me. I tried to intervene a few times as I was supposed too, but someone in the crowd actually pulled on my arm.

Then security had to come and break me and some random guy up as he refused to let go. The match continued behind us but James and Kris were right there with me.

The guy eventually let go and was kicked out of the show. He was probably drunk but I didn't care.

For the rest of the match, Kris was near my side the whole entire time. I groaned once I saw Nick and Matt win.

Then James went into the ring, then Austin did. I was about to rush in there as well but Jim came rushing down the ramp and Kris held me back.

I gave her a confused look as she is usually one of the first people in there to back up our guys.

But then she pointed to the other side and my mouth dropped open at the white van pulling in.

It can't be?

Oh my fucking God it is!

And fuck me he looks good. I mean Greg has always looked good, but shit.

"Girl, tone it down. You are turning me on with the look you are giving him." Kris said jokingly to me.

I shoved her away and she laughed as she watched me run to the side of the ring to watch him in action. Kris ran to meet up with Sue.

Dustin has joined me at the side of the ring, him too watching his friend return to wrestling.

"He has been talking about this none stop for weeks."

"He didn't mention it to me."

"Greg asked us not too. He wanted to suprise you YN."

I gave Dustin a confused look. He just laughed and shook his head at me. "Oh come on, you can't see that the guy is absolutely in love with you and has been for years."

"I hoped he did but whenever I brought it up, he just changed the subject."

"That is just how he is. He isn't that good at showing emotions and you know that YN. You will have to be the one to take the first step with him."

Dustin then began to climb into the ring and held his hand out to help me up. I knew what was going to happen and I am excited.

I made sure I was right next to him, but that didn't stop Dustin from reaching around me to pat Greg on the chest.

I had my arms wrapped around Greg, my front against his side. "Welcome back Greg." He kissed the top of my head and I closed my eyes.

"Thank you YN."

"Greg?"

"Yeah?"

I did something I never thought I would ever do infront of a live crowd and on cameras, I pulled Greg's head down and captured his lips with mine.

No response from him and I thought I misread everything but he wrapped his arms around me and deepened the kiss.

James, Dustin, John and Jim were clapping and the crowd started to as well. "About damn time." Dustin said.

I gave him the finger behind my back and broke off the kiss from Greg. "Keep it PG you two." Jim said.

"You and me are going out for breakfast." Greg said as he whispered in my ear.

"Breakfast?"

"Oh yeah. I have waited long enough for you. You are coming home with me tonight and I am going to give you the best night of your life."

I practically jumped him but held myself back.

Oh yeah this was the best suprise anyone could of asked for.

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[unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin]

Could you do number 6 with trent please 😊

Prompt: Slap my ass again and I’ll make you fuck me in that closet

You bit your lip lightly, watching Trent and Chuck talk, or more watching Trents ass. He had wore a sort of jeans for his match, and damn did it look good.

“Enjoying the view Y/n?” Chuck called out, causing to laugh as you walked over to them.

“Absolutely I am.” As you past a bit you reached out and slapped Trents ass. “Squats have been doing him well.”

Trent reached out and yanked you into his chest. “You need to be aware that we are at work.” He pointed out, and Chuck stood there laughing.

“You both need to get a room.” He chuckled, walking away a bit. You started after him, but Trent held you close to his body.

“Slap my ass like that again and I’ll make you fuck me in that closet.” He mumbled pointing to the corner.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” You shot back before walking away.