#trent beretta fic

[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.

[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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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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[delilahcalicocat]

~Ours~

{Rating: So much Smut, Angst, Fluff}

{Warnings: Kissing, Hugging, Mentions Of Cheating, Crying, Screaming, Swearing, Polyamrous relationship, Jealousy, Kinks (Daddy kink, Tear Kink, Spit Kink) Sex Toy Use, Throat Fucking, Unprotected sex (please properly wrap it up), Going against myself here but mentions of Abvse.}

《Pairing: The Best Friends x Kelani White》

[]Summary: It was Easter weekend, Saturday of Collison. And Kelani gets up at 6:00am to a rather upsetting text message, but her early Easter present is to come.[]

[Kelani's POV:]

I'm returning to wrestling soon enough, but it's Easter weekend, I was getting ready for bed because I have to get up early tomorrow to help my Brother Jay and Sister Sophie with the Easter Ham.

I sat at the counter for a few moments, and started to fall asleep.

I was dreaming.. of what Trent and Chuck said a few weeks ago.. their words humming in my head like a bullet.

"If he ever treats you wrong, come see us. You'll be ours."

I was so Desperate for them, yet my boyfriend. Will Strong, Wouldn't even let me go grocery shopping (fucking jesus)

I decided to go in the group us wrestlers have and add Trent and Chuck to my Contacts.. in case Will goes off...

★– Next Morning –★

"WHERE ARE YOU YA FUCKING CUNT!" Will shouted, awakening me from my slumber..

I stayed silent... I couldn't speak, I couldn't fight back against this Asshole I call a boyfriend.. I don't wanna end up with a gash in my arm again...

"Hey.. how soon can you two get here?" "Pretty Soon why?" "Please Fucking hurry! My bf is going berserk and it's 7:00am.." "Oh shit. Me and Trent'll be there in a couple minutes, where ya at right now?" "Under my Goddamn Bed! I don't wanna get almost killed last time he fucking blew a fuse.." "Alright, Trent is already in the car. Stay put and silent. Be there in 5, Sweetheart"

The use of the nickname sweetheart, made my heart flutter a bit.. considering he'd never called me that before. But after I messaged Chuck. I shot my brother a text

"Jay, Soph and you are on your own.. Sorry but I'm hiding under my bed while police come to arrest Will, and I'm being picked up by a friend" "Jesus How the bloody fuck, do ya keeping agitating that asshole? Fucking break up with him"

I thought I was in the clear, until I heard some girl come over to my house. Her name was Patricia, she was William's side bitch.

Suddenly he was interrupted by Trent and Chuck. Who walked in and said a old friend asked if they could pick something up from the house, which that was me..

I was silently sobbing by the time Chuck found me, and they got me outside speedily..

"So, what's on the itinerary? Having sex until we drop?" Trent Teased.

I blushed heavily and tried to nod but my head was stilled aswell, I felt my cunt clench around nothing and I was so horny in that moment..

"I think she liked that idea Trent" Chuck Spoke loudly, snapping me out of my trance-like state

I only nodded. I couldn't speak, my pussy was fucking clenching like a vise grip. so this was my first fucking time because Will never fucked me until I passed out.

Sure it wasn't my first time, but I have a feeling my legs and pussy will sore by tomorrow morning.

I was so fucking horny at this point.

I sighed and tried to ignore the horny twins as we drove back to Chuck's place.

I scrolled through my phone deleting my photos with my Ex, I sent him one last message...

"Hey Will. We are Over, nothing either of us did. I am just tired of dating. So we're breaking up." "Do you assume I was cheating or something? Why are you breaking up with me? I wasn't FUCKING CHEATING!! COME BACK TO THE HOUSE RIGHT NOW SO I CAN TEACH YOU A LESSON YOU BITCH!"

I did... the one thing I could think of, I gave my phone to Chuck..

"Who in the actual fuck are you to tell her to come home? She's not a pet. She's not a slut. She's a human, like everyone else in the world you fucking asshole. And before you claim she's moved on in life. This is her Old friend. Chuck. So seriously go fuck off somewhere else you piece of shit cheater."

I panicked after he gave me my phone back.. seeing the whole ass paper he wrote on my phone, I knew I was gonna pay for this unless Trent Had turned off the air tag on my IPhone..

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After we got to Chuck's House, I sat for a few moments. Trying to understand I broke free of my now ex-... wow it felt exhilarating..

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And this is how I now find myself, pinned down, Trent was fucking me at pace that was making me wanna cry. But between choked gasps and attempts to breathe I couldn't cry, because Chuck was literally making me almost gag around his cock.

"Such a good girl, taking us like this.." Chuck Groaned, before he came without warning.

After he pulled out of my mouth, I gasped..

Finally being able to breathe only for that breath to be cut off by me screaming as Trent then Came

"F-Fuck.." Trent Gasped

I exhaled and inhaled rapidly, a attempt to catch my breath.

I didn't want this I needed it...

My Legs were trembling, as they coaxed orgasm after orgasm out of me.. I felt like I was about to collapse at the 10th round.

This time, Trent invading my throat as Chuck fucked me at an even harder pace...

"Holy Fuck, do you think her ex will be mad? Since we've shown her an actual good sex life?" Trent Asked Chuck

As they both came with groans, I was beginning to fall asleep.

The amount of spit, I had in my mouth after Trent came made him hornier.

I was fucked out, quite literally fucked dumb.

I had called them both Daddy so.. many.. times... My tears made Chuck fuck me harder...

I had finally fell asleep after the 10th round

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I woke up the next morning, to them making breakfast and me in One of Chuck's shirts.

My phone was also pinging off the Hook

"Holy Shit! HOLY SHIT! Girly! You didn't tell us you are dating Trent and Chuck! So glad you broke up with William!"

That was my little sister Sophie who'd messaged me, turns out. After I fell asleep, Trent and Chuck posted that I'd finally broken up with Will, and I was dating them.

Will had broke his phone, and his side chick's who'd he been giving my money to. Broke up with him. He is now super jealous and I don't really regret last night.

And I'm Terrified now, they said they wanna try some new shit tonight. My legs are gonna be soooooo sore tomorrow

"Good Mornin' Baby~" Chuck Spoke

"Good Morning.." I hummed still slightly Sleepy.

"C'mom, we'll get ya ready for breakfast. And most likely another nap." Chuck Spoke grabbing me one of my shirts from my bag, I was still in the bed at this point though.

He helped me out of the bed, helped me get dressed and we went downstairs to eat.

A/N: New Cody Fic in the works, sorry this took so long. I was gonna release it on Easter, but I was busy and then I was busy with babysitting my sister on Monday and Tuesday. I have to babysit on Friday and Saturday too. So don't panic if I don't post

[princessxpunk]

Slutty Pin

Figured Fan Fic writers would like this for various stories?

[basil-the-scorned]

Ring the Bell

AN: I'm fine. Everything's fine. I totally didn't write this weekend in sadness after that match. In all seriousness thought, this came out of nowhere!

If you want to see it in AO3 form, link is right here!

AN 2: I don't know why, but towards the end, I made them very, very affectionate for some reason.

The title was still cold.

It laid on his stomach as he splayed out on the bed, a single thought echoing more and more in his head.

He doesn't want this championship. Not anymore.

It was fun, being able to challenge people from all types of backgrounds, and having more matches then he prepared for. A lot of work sure but he knew it was gonna come someday. He was extremely grateful about finally having some type of gold in AEW. People were finally taking him seriously.

But that's where his problem started. People took him seriously. He had to start caring.

When he started caring, the laid back attitude went away, and he became…something that came out only when he's focused.

He gets more red, more violent, cocky and aggressive. He takes more risks. Risks that isn't feeling like it's worth it anymore, not when he's now alone in a 2 bed hotel room he booked in advance, with a championship that has now warmed up on his stomach.

Slowly, Orange lifts his arms until it's above his head, the championship a weird blurry mess of gold, and the patriotic splashes of red, white and blue.

This stupid thing.

He had it but at what cost?

He hadn't seen Trent and Chuck since the match, besides them coming in and saving him. They haven't properly talked since he faced Trent. Chuck texts him gifs, but that's it. Danhausen's injured and texted that he was going somewhere else for the night.

He was alone. Just him and the belt.

He didn't know when the belt's color started to blur even more but he realized what was happening when he felt warmth sliding down his face. He inhaled slowly, to stop the rest from coming, but the exhale ended choked.

The belt flew across the room, landing and tumbling on the floor.

The only sound after that was Orange's face in the pillow, muffled cries leaking out into the room.

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"Tell me if this is a bad idea-"

"It's a bad idea."

Chuck glares at Trent. "I didn't finish, dickhead." Trent held his hands up, a small smile on his face. A small win for Chuck, since he hasn't done that in a week. That might change with his next sentence. "I was about to say maybe…we should…go see Orange?"

Trent looks at Chuck, who was now having second thoughts about this.

He was caught in the middle of this…things that happened between Trent and Orange. He knew that they were doing a match against each other, he knew that there were both competitive (despite what Orange acts like most of the time). He didn't prepare for them to take a friendly match and make it that much intense. He also didn't know that Trent was gonna be that hurt, and if Trent was hurt, he was hurt. That's his Best Friend.

However, he didn't like leaving Orange in the ring, or seeing him being with just Danhausen by his side (not stifling the little demon but recently…he's been doing some weird stuff). He wanted some harmony back.

But if it's not going to happen today, that's fine. It's cool, nothing to really worry-

"Ok."

Wait, what?

"What?" Chuck said out loud.

"I said ok. Let's go see him."

"…you're not planning on killing him, are you?"

Now it was Trent's turn to glare at Chuck. "Chuck, what the hell?"

"I'm just saying, you said Ok way too fast!"

"Well it wasn't a hard option! I just wanted some time away from him." Trent threw his arms up. " I got butthurt after the match, I didn't want to take it out on him, he didn't deserve it, so I just avoided him this week."

"Including text?"

"You know I haven't been texting a lot lately…"

"We'll talk about that later. Right now, it's orange time!"

"Wait, now?!"

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Ok, so they didn't go immediately to his room.

First they got peace offerings from the gift shop downstairs: orange juice, some new protein chips Orange started eating, some sour candy, an skyscraper book (Chuck's reasoning being Orange was into architecture stuff, and he wasn't lying. Problem was the book was intended for toddlers). They stuffed it all in Orange's bag that he left with them.

After that, they went by Danhausen's room and quickly checked on him. A little bruises, but he was fine. They would have stayed longer but Hook looked like he was going to kill them, and Jungleboy was ready to pass out.

Third place they went to…was back to Danhausen's room to get Orange's damn room number. This time, they gave Orange's protein chips to Hook as a peace offering. (When they got to the elevator, Trent pulled another bag he bought out of his hoodie.)

Finally they reached the floor to where Orange's room was.

Then Trent stops at the first couple of doors. Chuck notices way too quickly, and went back, putting one of his arms around Trent's shoulder as they took a much slower pace.

"Nervous?"

He didn't get a response. They kept walking.

"Why are you still friends with me?"

That's not what Chuck was expecting to come out of Trent's mouth.

"I drove Yuta away, I got pissed off at Orange for winning a match, I didn't like Danhausen at first. I'm not really a likable guy, I have a bad temper, and I drive people away."

"Bullshit."

The hard tone made Trent's eyes wide. Chuck's face was determined, his green eyes sparked with a flame he's seen from time to time directed at him.

"Yoots wanted to impress you so bad when he was here. And yes, you might have been harsh when he was here, but you wasn't the full reason he went out on the group. He was eyeing the BBC for a while just as much as they were. He still asks about you."

"He-he does?"

Chuck's eyes soften, and so does his tone. He brings Trent closer to him. "Yeah. So does Danhausen, and Orange, and Kris. They all care about you just as much as I do. And I care a hell of a lot about you."

He knows they will have to talk a lot more after, but the way Trent hugged onto him tells him that for now, they got some kind of understanding.

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He's turned on the TV to replace the lights at some point, but honestly he doesn't remember when. Maybe when he finally threw the championship somewhere else in the room. Whatever. It could be in a ditch right now for all he cares. He wasn't even paying attention to whatever was on.

Orange hated crying. Everytime he did, his face got super red, he can't really breath properly for a while without it starting with a hitch, and his face became puffy. It takes him a long time to recover, everything becomes a trigger for him to start the cycle all over again, and he hated it.

But he's human, and crying out your feeling is something that happens when everything is just too much.

Including the banging rhythmic knocking that appeared out of nowhere.

On the other side, the Best Friends prepared themselves to greet. Chuck tossed a bag of chips at Trent, while Chuck had Orange's bag in his hand. They looked at each other in a silent agreement: this is it.

They heard the clicking of the lock, and they both lifted up their peace offerings to Orange, but Trent and Chuck's small smiles quickly faded when they took in their friends state. Bloodshot red eyes greeted them, along with a flushed face, chest, and dried tear tracks.

Alarmed and with a sudden urge to just comfort, Trent raised his arms up in a invitation for a hug, which made Orange's eyes widen a bit. But then his body almost slams into Trent's, his arms by his side but his face buried in Trent's neck.

By the time the trio entered the room, Trent could feel his hoodie becoming significantly damper. Orange was saying something, but it was buried into his neck, and was followed by sobs that made Trent's eyes start to burn. Chuck locked the door and starting putting the gifts up while Trent was just trying to sooth their best friend as best as he can, rubbing Orange's back and talking softly to him.

Orange knew he was going to be on a hair trigger, but he didn't know it was going to go off so soon. He was an absolute wreck of emotions that he wasn't used to letting loose this freely, but they were here. He feels Trent's rumbles, hear the repeated words of 'it's ok, we're right here, we got you', slowly letting the sobs turn into sniffles and slight hitches.

Eventually, he slowly lifted his face from Trent's neck, looking more towards the floor than his friend in front of him. He had to tell them, tell them both what he wanted. He heard Trent sigh, still rubbing his back which was calming him down more.

"Orange…" He knew what Trent was about to say, and he didn't want that. So he started shaking his head, and humming the words 'no' to the best of his ability. He finally looks up and sees Trent and Chuck's (who was on the other bed and was probably there the whole time) face of worry. He backs away from Trent, grabbing his other hand and leading him to where Chuck was. He sat on the left side of Chuck, and brought Trent next to him, becoming sandwiched between them.

The best friends brought each of their arm around Orange. Chuck spoke. "What's up, Orange?"

"I…I don't want this championship anymore." Chuck and Trent looked at each other, then looked back at Orange. "I feel different, I'm acting… different, and I don't like it." His voice wobbles a bit, but there's a rough tone underneath. "I got Danhausen hurt, I thought I lost this friendship and it's not…it's not worth it anymore."

This was new. Orange really felt indifferent for the title until a month ago, and that was when-

A lightbulb went off in Chuck's head. It couldn't be. "Hey Cass?"

Orange hum in question.

"When you started feeling like this?"

"About…a month ago. Why?"

"Didn't you also start beefing with Kip a month ago?"

Two more lightbulbs went off in the room. It feel like a collective epiphany, and once they reached it, they all groaned and fell back into the bed.

That….that would explain a lot. Kip Sabian was the master of mind games, with the only people possibly immuned to it being Moxley and Kingston. (A mixture of their minds being the most complicated and also they would probably pumble the shit out of Kip in one go.) Any opponent he had a long feud with has been subjected to this, so this should have been easily seen. But they weren't focused on Kip. They didn't really care. So Kip made them care.

Chuck lets out a breathless chuckle. "That box motherfucker."

Orange exhaled. And then he felt tears on his face yet again. Damn trigger happy tears.

Trent saw Orange crying again and started rubbing his arm.

This was gonna be a bump to get through, but they know it's gonna be fine in the end. Best Friends (all of them) will prevail.

(And yes, after Orange's body finally stopped crying, he asked for some orange juice, and to put the belt in his bag.)

[valkyrie-night-103]

something clever about wine, clementines, and the end of the world as we know it?

Apologies this took so long to reply to!! This is my favourite, both in title and concept, and the revised summary ended up significantly longer than I thought, so I only wrote up part of the plot/outline!

As some of you may know, I absolutely love TLOU (The Last of Us, for those unaware). I played the game and I’m watching the series. If you’ve seen episode three of the show, you probably know where this is going. Sort-of Spoilers for TLOU Episode 3 if you’ve somehow not seen it yet.

If people want to hear more about how this story progresses, I would be thrilled to talk about it more! If anyone wants the next chunk of the summary, send an ask as per the ask game and I’ll gladly share the next part. I was really hoping someone would ask about this one, but I also want to gauge interest.

Disclaimer: I have never written this pairing before, or any of these characters, actually, so characterisation will likely leave something to be desired. Content warnings for mentioned character death, and all of the topics that come with post-apocalyptic AUs

Chuck Taylor doesn’t like people. People haven’t done him any good before the world went to shit, and they certainly won’t do anything to help him now. Except Trent, maybe, but he got himself killed like a moron, so Chuck doesn’t think that counts anymore. He is the reason that Chuck has any resources whatsoever. And his skeptical attitude definitely rubbed off on him, which is probably the only thing that has kept his dumb ass alive for this long.

This town has become a prison of his own making. In the early days, he and Trent had fortified this part of the neighbourhood as soon as everyone else left. Chuck wanted to go too, but he wasn’t going to leave his idiot of a best friend alone in the middle of the apocalypse. Trent clearly didn’t have the same sentiment when he accidentally blew himself up with one of his own traps during regular maintenance, so now he’s stuck living in his best friend’s childhood home, in the town he moved to for a college he dropped out of, completely on his own.

(It’s ironic, almost poetic, that when one of Trent’s half-baked apocalyptic disaster scenarios that he was always preparing to survive actually came to fruition, his own paranoia is what killed him. Or maybe he was tired of living with Chuck, who knows.)

He sighs, picking up his gun. It was Trent’s, and he always hated it when Chuck would borrow his stuff. It’s not like he can use it, so Chuck doubts he’ll mind too much. He definitely doesn’t ever think about how Trent would feel about the way things are now. He especially doesn’t think about it regularly.

He walks toward the edge of the trench that begins six feet from the fence. Four feet wide and eight feet deep, the last protective measure not including the fence. It had been back breaking work, especially when they weren’t sure if or when a horde could arrive. It paid off, it’s probably saved his life a hundred times over. The infected aren’t very smart, they fall right in and it’s like shooting fish in a barrel.

He aims, and pauses when he hears a voice. An actual human voice that isn’t his own.

“I’m not infected!” The man calls out, hands raised.

He’s wearing double denim despite the heat. Chuck assumes it used to be an acid-washed blue, but the dirt makes it rather unclear. He’s wearing reflective sunglasses, but one lens is only partially intact. His face is red and flushed, and Chuck holds tighter to the grip. An elevated temperature is the first sign of infection.

“I’m not infected.” He repeats, breathing heavily.

Chuck knows that Trent would smack him upside the head for even considering it, but he retrieves a ladder and helps him out of the pit. The man thanks him, but Chuck raises the gun again.

“Go. I’ve got traps everywhere, so retrace your steps. Go on.”

“I haven’t eaten in a week, I haven’t slept- I’m alone, I won’t last five seconds out there, if the infected don’t get me-“

“Not my problem.” Chuck says, gesturing with the barrel of the shotgun.

“Please.” He says, and Chuck sighs.

-

Chuck isn’t quite sure how they got here. He places the plate down in front of him before sitting at the other end of the table. It’s not much, but he suspects it’s the first thing that the poor guy has eaten since the outbreak that isn’t both canned and expired.

“So, what’s your name?” He asks, tucking in immediately.

“Chuck Taylor.” He says. As always, he braces for this guy to tell Chuck to stop fucking with him and ask for his real name.

“Like the shoe? Cool. I’m Orange, Orange Cassidy.” He asks, and Chuck is fighting the urge to snap that it’s none of his goddamn business where his name comes from when he hears the rest of his sentence.

“Very funny.”

“No, seriously. That’s my name.”

“Were your parents hippies or something?”

“Fuck you, man.” The man, Orange, says with a laugh. He’s heard that one before, but Chuck has an equally unusual name, so it’s funnier when coming from him.

TO BE CONTINUED

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Chapters: 4/4 Fandom: All Elite Wrestling Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Orange Cassidy/Chuck Taylor, Donovan Danhausen/Hook, Red Velvet/Kris Statlander, Trent Beretta & Rocky Romero, mention of Trent Beretta/Wheeler Yuta Characters: Orange Cassidy, Chuck Taylor, Donovan Danhausen, Hook (Professional Wrestling), Red Velvet (Professional Wrestling), Kris Statlander, Trent Beretta, Rocky Romero Additional Tags: A Valentine's Day fic in March, Fluff and Angst, Implied Sexual Content, Developing Relationship, Mutual Pining, bros being bros, Break Up, anthology fic (kinda), Kayfabe Compliant, demon!Danhausen and human!Donovan, devil!Hook Series: Part 8 of Danhausen + Friends Summary:

4 different stories about 6 different best friends. What will this year's Valentine's Day bring them? Love? Heart break? Secrets revealed? oOooOOoOOo

[piratewithvigor]

ORANGENSTEIN

CHAPTER 1 - SEVILLE

Upon the death of their mentor, Doctors Chuck and Trent Taylor-Beretta find themselves adopting his son, sending their lives into very organized chaos. Chuck's preparing a nursery, Trent's working on creating life, the things all expectant parents do. Until things go very very wrong.

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Chuck really really really hoped the Hippocratic Oath didn’t apply to spiders. If they did, he was going to be in some kind of shit with some kind of council or committee, but that was something to be concerned about at another time.

For now, his only concern was ridding the attic of what seriously felt like endless spiders. And cobwebs. And some bugs he knew had a name, but he renamed ‘squished’. He’d clean the floor later. Once he’d finished his pillaging and murdering and was sure that the only thing that would be living in the room full time was the baby on its way.

The attic wasn’t necessarily that disgusting a room, it was just the only one that didn’t get used in the house/lab. It was where assorted shit got stored and forgotten about. Trent had made a joke that that was what made it perfect for the baby, and accepted the smack on the back of the head from Kris with relative grace. 

“It’s a baby, not a piece of mutant liver,” she’d reminded him severely.

“Yeah, like I keep my mutant livers in the attic. The shit up there is mostly grad projects that went nowhere.”

“Which this baby is NOT gonna be.”

The way she went about it, one would think that Kris was the one having the baby and not just working as the assistant to the idiot doctors who agreed to adopt him.

Chuck kicked at the brick wall again, squishing another spider underneath his boot. A big fucker, one of the ones who’d get a picture in the books designed to intrigue and horrify braver kids who didn’t like actually reading during the library period in elementary school. And now it was just as flat as its picture would be. He nudged at the remains with his toe, but they were going nowhere. Another one for the scrub brush when that step in the nursery renovations came.

It’d felt like the last few weeks had been nothing but steps. Baby steps, one could joke, but none of the three who lived there felt like really making jokes recently. The nerves were too real. Chuck had tried to list out the steps in his head, just as a mental exercise, but he always lost count somewhere between ‘agreeing to become parents’ and ‘deciding that the attic was the best place for a baby out of all the rooms in the building’. He flicked another clump of cobwebs out of one of the high corners with the end of his broomstick and started counting again:

One, Chuck and Trent met during med school. Both of them had already gotten degrees in robotics, then another in microbiology for Trent and artificial intelligence for Chuck, but got bored and made a fresh start in the exciting field of surgery, where it’d been more or less love at first sight.

Two, a visiting surgeon had done a lecture on anatomy and noted that the only two truly paying attention were Chuck and Trent. Dr. William Regal invited the two discreetly to have a chat with him afterwards and they’d all talked long into the night. The discussion had begun with anatomy, then moved to their current studies, then past studies, then into their own lives. Chuck and Trent talked about their research and some of the projects they’d completed (and failed to complete in the case of Trent’s Mutant Liver #1) and Regal recounted his journey from teaching himself using roadkill in the streets of Blackpool to owning a good portion of land and a house that sounded more castle than home in the English countryside that he retreated to in-between lectures.

Three, freshly awarded the titles of doctor, Chuck and Trent had celebrated with a shotgun wedding officiated in what Chuck remembered as a Temple of Satan and Trent recalled as a goth convention. Though the locale was fuzzy, they both remembered a very fancy tequila and an officiant named Danhausen who declared them Dr. and Dr. Taylor-Beretta as they were showered with what they hoped was black rice.

Four, between surgeries and their own research, the two of them had settled down in a smaller town and renovated the borderline-ancient schoolhouse into a house/lab. The children got to enjoy a school that was built after color TV was invented and the doctors got not only a large main room for their experiments, but a number of other rooms to sleep and live in. And the attic, whatever that could be considered as.

Five, after a small asteroid hit one of the solar panels on the roof and a very sheepish alien showed up on their doorstep and asked if they could maybe spare a proton accelerator, the doctors got an assistant in the form of Kris Statlander, who was more than willing to help out in their research however she could and in exchange, was permitted to try and build her own proton accelerator and sleep in the closet that had been repurposed into a small bedroom. She hadn’t had much luck yet, but the technology was getting there, and she’d certainly be able to return home soon (Chuck considered this more of a bonus step and didn’t really matter in the grand scheme of becoming a parent, but Kris was basically part of the family and he didn’t feel right leaving her out).

Six, after a couple years of correspondence with Dr. Regal, a shift in tone had infiltrated his messages. Both sides usually discussed their research or any interesting surgeries they’d been a part of, but this one spoke of something different. It explained that after a long career and a longer life, Dr. Regal had expired. Trent had gotten particularly angry at the use of the word (“Just say he fucking died! First you say our mentor’s dead, then you phrase it in the most upsetting way possible? What kind of sick fuck wrote this letter?”). It went on to say that as a result, Dr. Regal’s young son was now without family (“Bet they told the kid his dad ‘expired’ too. God, how pretentious could they be?”) and that Dr. Regal had named Chuck and Trent as the preferred parents (Trent didn’t have a lot to say when Chuck read that part out).

Seven, after a bit of discussion with the executor of Dr. Regal’s will (a very nice Swiss man named Claudio, whose first language was not English and Trent admitted that that was a reasonable explanation for saying someone had expired), the details emerged. Dr. Regal had been a single father since his son, Yuta’s, birth, and realized just how difficult the job was. He’d been struggling to find time for both his career and fatherhood and didn’t want anyone to adopt Yuta without help. He’d requested that Yuta be placed in the care of at least two parents (specifically noting the respect he gave to anyone who wanted to parent alone), and that he didn’t want anyone to have to struggle in the name of his son. His final detail on the subject was that the offer was to first be made to Drs Chuck and Trent Taylor-Beretta, as they were ‘a pair of brilliant minds and loving hearts’, a description that had made the two of them frankly embarrassed to hear. 

Eight, the discussions on parenting. Neither one of them had ever really thought about being parents before, far too concerned with their research and other work to give it more than a passing thought. But here the opportunity was: there was a baby who needed a home and his father had entrusted the baby to the two of them. They could accept or deny and the only people who would pass judgment would be themselves. Neither were particularly against the idea. After all, they were home more often than not; just in the lab portion of home. At least one of them would be around at all times. And Kris would still be there for another few years. The con list fell more along the lines of ‘would we actually be the best ones for the job if we never even considered having kids before?’. It wasn’t a lengthy con list, but it weighed on them both. After two days of discussion, Dr. Regal’s faith in them won out. They sent their acceptance to Claudio and began working on the nursery.

That was about where the clean-cut steps stopped. After that was a blur of working around the clock. Research was put on hold in order to clean out the attic and think long and hard about which of the items actually needed keeping and which of them were going to become part of likely the weirdest garbage day pickup the collectors had ever seen (which demonstrated that, clever as Chuck and Trent were about technology and the human body, they had no idea what real creepy people were actually like. Weird body parts in weirder casings was nothing compared to the discarded kink toys some people threw out). The remaining shit that was deemed worth keeping had found new homes. The lab was a bit more cluttered as a result, but there was a full, empty attic that would be perfectly cozy for a nursery. Once it was cleaned. 

That was definitely a step, and somehow it had fallen on Chuck. Trent pointed out he’d done most of the decluttering, which Chuck couldn’t exactly deny (he wanted to point out that most of the shit in the attic belonged to him anyway, but that was a fight for later). Besides, Chuck was between projects and Trent was rushing to try and finish his research to a stage where it could be left for a while before Yuta arrived. 

Satisfied that the attic was de-spidered and de-webbed, Chuck made his way back down the spiral staircase in the back of the attic down to the lab where Trent was hunched over a microscope so low, he had the posture of a shrimp. Chuck checked for tweezers in his hands before giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.

“How’s progress?”

“Probably don’t wanna know,” Kris rolled her eyes as she pulled off her rubber gloves. “It’s his seventh runthrough today.”

“Fuckers keep dying,” Trent sighed, pulling away from the microscope to lean down on the table in quiet defeat. “I’m missing something, I know I am, but I’ve got no goddamn clue what.”

“Walk me through it.”

It was their trick. Their little agreement that had been going on since they first met. The early computer science classes called it the ‘Rubber Duck Method’, but given that they were husbands and not rubber ducks, it had been formally adopted within the walls of the lab as the ‘Husband Method’. The idea was that explaining one’s process out loud showed where mistakes had been made or where something was missing. Sometimes it worked and sometimes it led to a shouting match that led to a makeout sesh that Kris was more than happy to take the afternoon off to not see. 

“I’ve got the plant matter, I’ve got the water and the sucrose, then I shock it. What should be happening is that I should look in the dish and see thousands of microbes squiggling around. What is happening is that I look in the dish and there’s maybe a dozen microbes and two of them squiggle for a few seconds before dying. It’s all here and it should be all working!”

Trent, thankfully, only got worked up like this during research. When things came from his own mind and should all be perfectly under control and working exactly like how he’d designed. During surgery, he was able to understand that all his training had only given him about 90% of the knowledge he’d ever have and the final 10% could never be explained or replicated on demand. The 10% were the miracles and the anomalies. Trent made his peace with them. He just couldn’t make peace with his microbes.

“Is it possible it’s just impossible to create life from nothing?” Chuck suggested, the same way he had when Trent had first gotten frustrated with the research.

“It’s not impossible. The planet did it before, it can be done again.” He turned back to the microscope, hunting for any rhyme or reason why his microbes only squiggled a few seconds.

“He’s not gonna listen. I’ve been telling him all day that this is about as far as can be achieved with your current technology.” Kris patted Trent on the back. “Call me back in when you try again. Even though the eighth time won’t work either.”

“The planet did it with no technology; I can figure this out!”

Getting that far had already been work of genius in Chuck’s eyes. It would have probably been enough to get a number of hospitals wanting a piece of him. Insufficient in Trent’s mind. There was no proof that the microbes were actually alive and not just trembling from the shock. Involuntary movements. Making microbes would have been a big deal if it hadn’t been accomplished decades ago. Trent just wouldn’t be satisfied until they were actually alive.

“You’re not a planet. You’re one man in a lab, not a giant rock filled with thousands of ecosystems and weather patterns all working in tandem for billions of years to do what you’re halfway to doing already,” Chuck pointed out.

“Wish I was a planet so I could get some kind of progress on this…” He dumped out the petri dish into the bin of other failed attempts at the experiment. “One minute. Just 60 little seconds of squiggling. Am I asking for the moon when I request 60 seconds of squiggling?”

“You’re not asking for the moon. But they’re still very small microbes, it’s asking a lot of them.”

“You’re supposed to be on my side,” Trent shot him a look. “Not the sides of the microbes. Little assholes, can’t even squiggle for a full minute for me.”

“Have they made any progress at all?”

“We’re getting about two seconds of squiggling once I get the dish in the microscope and focused deep enough. That’s about five seconds from Ol Zapper to the observation period and two seconds beyond that.”

Ol Zapper was the device Chuck had helped Trent rig up. An electrocution device that would direct the small-scale equivalent of a bolt of lightning into the dish. The voltage was hefty and rather dangerous, but it had led to the creation of the microbes in the first place.

“That’s a tenth of the way there. More than a tenth. When you started with Ol Zapper, you didn’t get a single squiggle. Now you’re getting seven whole seconds!” Chuck grinned, squeezing Trent’s shoulder a little. “Why’re you acting like it’s nothing?”

“If it’s not 60 seconds, it might as well be nothing. I can’t be sure it’s anything at all until I’m sure there’s no electricity left inside them.”

“Okay… so maybe there’s a problem with Ol Zapper? Maybe your method is fine?”

Trent looked up like it hadn’t dawned on him before kissing Chuck hard.

“And that’s why I keep you around. Way better than a rubber duck.”

“I’d like to think there are other reasons I’m better than a duck.”

“Rubber duck. It’s higher praise,” Trent shrugged, opening Ol Zapper’s side panel to look around their handiwork of assorted wires and circuits.

“How’s the rubber duck got higher praise than the flesh duck?”

“Easy. Rubber duck’s made from dinosaurs. The flesh duck is just descended from them. You can’t say it isn’t more badass to be an effigy of an ancestor’s descendent made of the ancestor.”

“Interesting point of view. Suppose that’s why I keep you around,” Chuck grinned, taking a look at Ol Zapper’s control panel. “You’ve got the voltage here set kinda low for creating life, don’t you think?”

“It should be enough…” Trent sat back on his heels contemplatively. “Tiny scale, tiny lightning bolt. You think I should try upping it?”

“I’m not the microbiologist here, you are.”

“I butt in on your AI all the time; butt in on the microbiology.”

“Well… you don’t want to fry the microbes. Hit the plant matter with too much juice and then you’ve got a fire on your hands. Probably in the dish and from Ol Zapper.”

“Okay, so it’s something else…” Trent moved around Ol Zapper like a cat, hunting for the weak point. “Wiring looks fine, settings are right… only problem it could be is in the actual chamber…” He reached in tentatively to explore.

The bolt was quick. Quick as, say, a bolt of lightning. Down Trent’s ungloved hand and directly to his heart.

He was dead before Chuck could keep him from hitting the floor.

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Just Leave A Comment Fest Day 2!

The theme for the 23rd was to set a comments goal and meet it. I decided to match how many fics I read yesterday, which means--6! I also, because nearly 7.5k is a doozy to choose from, added another limitation: I could only pick fics that were marked gen. As someone who writes a lot of gen myself + uses the & relationship tags a lot, I know it can be hard to get feedback on them sometimes, so! I'm trying to do my part. List of the works I read/brief description of each under the cut!

Mother Knows Best by writesamwrite -> Shayna Wayne gaslight gatekeep girlbosses her way to control of the Patriarchy...and, perhaps, the entirety of AEW?

adjusting by zinc_carpenter -> In the wake of Trent Beretta's betrayal, Chuck Taylor tries his best to...well, adjust (and so do Orange Cassidy and Chuck's dog).

The Shoulders of Giants (and how to dislocate them) by 0atmi1k -> William Regal's pushing Wheeler Yuta hard...really hard. The rest of the Blackpool Combat Club are not fans.

When the Adrenaline Fades by reeby10 -> A three-sentence fic about Danhausen and one (of his unfortunately many) career setbacks thanks to injury.

those eyes that mouth by hatelikelove -> Kris Statlander talks to Mercedes Mone while the latter tenderly takes out thumbtacks. Willow Nightingale haunts the narrative.

changes by zinc_carpenter (oh, I didn't even notice it was them again!) -> Francisco Akira tries to be a good, concerned friend to TJP; unfortunately, what he's done's ended with TJP locking himself inside the bathroom, trying his best to keep himself under control.

[im-just-a-mississippi-girl]

Question!

What wrestler would y’all like to see me write for?

I’ve written for Cash Wheeler, Christian Cage, Chuck Taylor, Daniel Garcia, Eddie Kingston, Kenny Omega, Matt Jackson, Orange Cassidy, Ricky Starks, Trent Beretta, and Wheeler Yuta.

I’m currently working on a fic for Ricky and Yuta, but I’m curious if there’s anyone that I haven’t written for that y’all would want to see me write for.

[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.

[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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{ 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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[delilahcalicocat]

♡☆~Friday~☆♡

{Rating: Smut & Fluff}

{Warnings: Swearing, Crying, Overstimulation, Use of Sex Toys, Degradation, Pet Names, Rough Sex, Unprotected Sex, Kissing, Gentle Aftercare}

{Pairing: Trent? x Fem!Reader}

《WC: around 900 maybe 1k+》

【Summary: Trent has the Friday before Collison and Revolution off, so he makes up for lost time with his girlfriend】

(Reader has a Fluffy white Maine coon cat named Snowflake, and a kitten she named Cobweb)

[Y/N's POV:]

Trent was supposed to be back home after Revolution, so living in Canada not so far from where Trent lives, I figured it'd be a long way here anyways.

"Snowflake! Cobweb! Dinner!" I called for my fuzzy little children known as cats

They came running as soon as they heard their dry food click against the glass bowls, I of course for my baby Cobweb, put milk in his bowl so he doesn't Choke on the dry food since he's only 3 months old, and Snowflake is a year old.

I fed my cats, then did the dishes. Cleaned everything up, and went upstairs to sleep.

It was almost 12:00am so I was tired and ready for bed.

I grabbed my phone charger and put my phone on it, then put it on the nightstand.

I heard a knock at my door and decided to answer it incase it was my new pet bed I'd ordered. I opened the door to see Trent-

"Oh hey Trent!" I hummed

"Get your pretty little ass up those fucking stairs and in your pretty bed of yours" He muttered against my neck before biting it

I headed upstairs, him following not too far behind.

"Gotta make up for lost time with my girl" He muttered fumbling with his belt as I slowly undressed in the corner

I sat down on my bed, as he struggled with his belt.

As soon as he got he belt undone, he started attacking my neck

I started to get a little impatient that he was being so gentle. So I said something I'd regret over the next 7 hours.

"Don't be shy honey. Be rough" I said

He asked if I was sure and I nodded, only for him to slam into me aggressively, making me moan/yelp.

He gave no reprieve, I guess that's what I get for saying give to me rough..

"Good little slut. Taking daddy's cock like this, God your such a good little slut" He praised me a bit.

Around 4 hours later, I was in tears while he mercilessly held a bullet vibrator to me, I was so overstimulated it wasn't funny.

He eventually noticed and decided to stop for the night, he started a bath and put me in it, then went downstairs and answered the door.

It was 5:00am, he'd ordered us breakfast, He fed Snowflake and Cobweb, he got me out of the bath and helped me get dressed and then we ate.

"Be ready for round 15 tonight" He joked

I slapped him playfully with a rose tint to my face.

My legs are still very sore, and it is now Sunday.. Cobweb is snuggling me while Trent is gone-

[homoeroticgrappling]

I read you keep a list of wrestlers who read fic about themselves... Who are other AEW wrestlers who read fic about them?

I do, just so I know who might be lurking! Not an exhaustive list since I only add people when I see them talk about it, but the list of people I know have mentioned reading fics about themselves:

Max Caster

Evil Uno

Orange Cassidy

Trent Beretta

Chuck Taylor

[valkyrie-night-103]

Would love to hear more about something clever about wine, clementines, and the end of the world as we know it

I’m sorry this took so long!! I had to write most of this up, as it was largely abstract in my head. Yet again, I have more to say on this AU, so if you’re interested about what happened next, don’t be afraid to send an ask!

Directly follows on from the last instalment! I’ll tag it #wine and clementines so it’s easy to find. This probably won’t make much sense without context.

Same content warnings as the first part of this au applies.

While his guest clears his plate, Chuck opens a bottle of wine from the cellar. It’s good shit, it’s not like he has people over very often.

When he pours a glass for Orange and passes it over, a toothy grin is sent his way as he accepts it. Chuck can’t help his smile in return. He looks at the floor, can feel the heat in his face. From the wine, of course.

“You’ve got a good setup here.” Orange remarks. “Damn impressive for one guy.”

“Yeah.” He says, not giving anything away.

“Got a story?”

“Have you?” Chuck retorts, curt and sharp. Orange seems to mull that over, shrugging slightly as if to say that’s a fair enough question. Chuck is feeding him, so he supposes he owes him a story.

“I thought I’d gotten through the worst of it after the outbreak. I got into the QZ, got an apartment. It was okay for a while, but then someone got into the city, infected. It spread, mass hysteria ensued, the works. Then word got out amongst the Fireflies- rebels, essentially- that they were going to nuke the city to contain it.”

“Fuck.” Chuck sighed. He’d heard tales on the radio, back when Trent was still around to help him work it. They’d had people come through bearing stories of total devastation, so hungry that they would gladly trade guns, drugs, and alcohol for a meagre amount of food that would barely last 2 days. Even so, Trent had kept them outside of the fence. Desperate people do desperate things.

“I knew this girl, Kris, she was a firefly. We were close, I let her little brother crash on my couch when he was in hiding. I wasn’t considered suspicious, so he was safe with me. They took me with them.”

He doesn’t actually ask what happened, but his expression probably says it for him.

“We made it out before things went kaboom. We were probably about 10 miles away. We still felt it, the ground shook and everything. Must have stirred something, ‘cause we’re running for our lives from a clicker and then there’s five of them. Kris fell, and I begged her not to give up, to get back up, but it was too late. Yuta never forgave me, and when we got jumped by raiders a while later, he joined up with them and left me alone.”

“Shit.” He sighs. He doesn’t know what else to say.

“Yeah. It is pretty shit.” Orange agrees. “So, now I’ve given you mine, you got a story?”

“Is the food not good enough?” He asks, smile wry. “I gotta talk to you too?”

“Not if you don’t wanna.” Orange replies. He’s smiling again, and it makes Chuck feel a little better.

“If you must know, my best friend was a paranoid nutcase. When everyone left for the QZs, he stayed put and I couldn’t just leave him behind, so I stayed. We built reinforced fences, set up vegetable gardens. He set up traps, and would check them. Blew himself up a year after the outbreak.”

“You’ve been on your own for two years?” Orange asks, putting down his cutlery.

“Yeah.” He says, swallowing thickly. He’s never actually stopped to think about how long he’s been alone. “Yeah, basically.”

“How have you not gone crazy?”

“Maybe I have, and I’m just waiting for you to get comfortable. Maybe I put something in the food or the wine, and I’m waiting for it to set in.” Orange looks at the dregs left in the wine glass, the gravy remaining on the plate, looking genuinely concerned. He’s trying to be subtle, but he’s not great at it.

Chuck holds the beat for a few moments, waiting for the tension to climb high enough, before cracking a smile. “Or maybe I’m just a loner with a sick sense of humour who likes seeing people squirm.”

“You ass! You can’t fuck with people like that!” Orange says as he laughs, long and loud with a slight honking quality, like an amused goose. The mental image of a goose in a denim jacket and mirrored sunglasses is so funny to him that he joins Orange in his laughter. It’s both at him and with him, and he knows Orange can see as much.

“You should have seen your face-“ he manages through his laughter.

“Seriously! You can’t do that, man!” Orange repeats, still indignant but not quite pissed off, and for some reason it just cracks him up.

“Well, I just did, so-“

“You are so annoying.” Orange says. The words are mean but his tone is warm, like he’s known Chuck for years. It makes him miss Trent, a tugging in his chest. He holds his breath until it goes away.

“I don’t mean to push my luck, but could I borrow some clothes?”

“Sure, I’ll put some out for you. I’ve got running water, so you can take a shower if you want.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Holy shit. Thank you.” He says, and gives another genuine smile that makes Chuck feel like he’s got some snow down the back of his neck, startled and shivery.

“Eh.” He waves a hand dismissively, before rising to his feet and taking the plates and glasses into the kitchen. He can’t be in the room for another moment because he knows that if he does, he’ll tell Orange how he really feels.

Chuck wants him to stay.

[ur-fav-alien]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: All Elite Wrestling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Danhausen & Trent Berreta, The Best Friends & Danhausen Characters: Trent Beretta, Donovan Danhausen, Orange Cassidy, Chuck Taylor Additional Tags: Developing Friendships, Trent Beretta has some issues, demon!danhausen, human!Donovan, Jealousy, The Best Friends are the bestest of friends, mentioned: Chuck Taylor/Orange Cassidy Series: Part 3 of Danhausen + Friends Summary:

Trent was struggling with the fact that Danhausen was now living with the Best Friends, but he's now struggling even more after hearing a second voice in Danhausen's usually empty room. Who was Danhausen talking to?

And how could Trent kick him out because of this-