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dirtywrestling · 7 months

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Hateful Lovers - Pete Dunn (18+)

Pairing: Pete Dunne x Female!Reader

Summary: You can't stand Pete and Pete can't stand you. What happens when you two are booked in the same hotel room together for one night?

Warnings: 18+, Enemies to Lovers, Reader is a tease, Pete lowkey an ass, Cussing, Cream pie, Smut, Minors DNI

Word Count: 4,995

Based On: This Imagine

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Your back collided with the tough mat as Bailey gave you a Russian leg sweep, the breath knocking out of your lungs. “You forgot to exhale.” Bayley pointed out as she noticed the sharp exhale noise you did.

“I’m fine.” You called out to her as Bayley started to get up, she grabbed you by the hair, getting you onto your feet.

Bayley grabbed your left forearm, pushing you back towards the ropes to give you an irish whip. As you were being thrown away from the ropes and towards the other side, you heard the heavy entrance door shut, echoing throughout the arena. Too much in your mind you hit the ropes and rushed towards Bayley, giving her a shoulder tackle.

Bayley’s back collided with the mat as she took the bump. “Oh yeah, she doesn’t want any of this!” You cockily said to the invisible fans trying to rile ‘them’ up but it was mostly for your entertainment.

Since it was a Thursday evening and tomorrow night for Smackdown was in Tampa, Florida you decided to come a day early and train at the performance center. Thankfully one of your favorite people to work with, Bayley also had the same intention and you both started a practice match right away.

Bayley was selling her back from the shoulder tackle, you rushed towards the ropes, as she slid towards you, on her stomach, you jumped over her and rushed towards the other side. “Hip toss!” Bayley shouted out as you see her already on her feet ready for your attack. Connecting arms, you slightly jumped on the ball of your feet and did a front bump.

“That was dog shit!” A gruff English accent shouted, looking over at the side of the ring you scrunch your nose at the sight of Pete Dunne, leaning against the ring. “My grandma can take a better hip toss.” Pete scuffed.

You remember hearing the door to the building shut but didn’t know who entered, sadly it was your worst enemy, Pete Dunne. You don’t understand what you said or did to this fellow but ever since the first week being with the company had nothing nice to say to you. “Get out of here Pete, you sewer rat!” You barked, trying to focus on what to do next with Bayley.

“I’ll get out of here once I’m done with training, how about you hurry up and get out of here.” Pete crossed his arms, watching as Bayley wrenched on your arm. Doing a backroll with Bayley still attached to your arm, you started to hit her with forearms from your right arm until she let go. As Bayley stumbled back to catch her breath, you whipped yourself around, staring down at Pete as you leaned over the time rope.

“How about you go take a shower, it looks like you haven’t bathed in a week.”

“Sadly no hot water in the sewers.” Pete teased with a smirk, his eyes drifting behind you.

Feeling Bayley arm wrap around you, grabbing your wrist she pulled you into a ripcord, now facing her she wrapped her arms around your body and gave you her finisher, Bayley to Belly. You grunted as you went down on the mat and she covered you.

“One, two, three!” Pete said fast and slapping his hand on the mat even faster. You kicked out at ‘three’ only for Pete to intimidate the bell. “You lose, you suck, now leave. Sheamus and I want to practice.”

You laid there as Bayley pulled away and now was resting on her knees as she looked down at you. “You okay?” She asked for the second time during the practice match.

Your eyes stung, you couldn’t tell if it was from sweat getting into them or if you were crying. Pete’s words blow at your confidence in the ring and now you are nervous that you’ll have two left feet for tomorrow night or even worse, forget your spots.

The sound of Pete’s large hand slapping against the mat echoed throughout the room, making you jump slightly. “Come on ladies, move!” Pete yelled as he jumped on the side of the ring, wiping his shoes before entering between the ropes.

“Come on, let's go get some lunch.” Bayley said as she stood up on her feet and extended her hand for you to take. Reaching for her, you cupped your hand into hers as she pulled you up on your feet and guided you to the other side of the ring to leave. “You’re a dickhead, Dunne.”

You and Bayley exited from the ring and headed towards your bags. “Hey now, it’s not my fault Y/N is terrible in the ring.” Pete said, leaning against the top rope, watching as you packed your items. “Right, Y/N?”

You didn’t say anything as you threw over a sweatshirt and pulled over the hoodie so you could shield yourself from Pete’s cruel words. “Right, Y/N?” Pete asked once more, sounding a bit sad that you wouldn’t respond to him. “Y/N?” Pete called out once more as you threw your gym back over your shoulder and made your way towards the exit.

“Try not to scare off Sheamus with your rudeness, Pete.” Bayley said as Sheamus walked up the ring steps.

“Huh?” Sheamus asked in pure confusion as he missed the whole situation unfold due to getting his workout clothes on. Sheamus didn’t miss the way Bayley glared at the Brit and neither did Pete. Sheamus shook his head after seeing you and Bayley leave. “Bro, you’re going to ruin your chance with her.”

“Shut up and wrestle me.” Pete snapped, not wanting to talk about his consequences.

Your mind was boggled while your eyes were in a daze, staring up at the bright stadium lights blooming down on you. ‘What the fuck happened? What was the spot? What did I do? Where are we in the match?’

All these thoughts rushed into your mind all at once until you noticed paramedics sliding in the ring next to you. “Y/N, Y/N. Can you hear me?” A male said.

“Hmm.” You mumbled, blinking a few times trying to slowly sit up.

“Woah, woah, wait. You might have a concussion. Hold on.” The paramedic examined your eyes as you were squinting from the light behind him. “Okay, we’re going to get you up. Alright?”

“Yeah.” Your voice was soft and your headache but you slowly started to remember what happened as you looked around, the crowd almost silent until you got onto your feet. They cheered as you stood on your own, a bit wobbly. Some fans were in near tears thinking you actually got hurt, thinking it was all a part of the show. But, you really did get hurt.

“B- Bayley, where’s Bayley?” You asked, looking around while the two paramedics helped you through the ropes and out of the ring.

“She’s backstage.” The blonde paramedic said as he helped you up the long ramp and back behind the curtains.

“Christ, Y/N are you okay?” Bayley asked, rushing towards you and giving you a big hug. You winced making her back away.

“I’m- I’m fine.” You said, ignoring the pounding feeling in your head and the pain in your neck.

“What the hell happened out there?” Bayley asked. “It was like you forgot the spot we did and I nearly knocked you out.” Bayley frowned.

Your eyes cast upon the tile floor as your mouth became dry. “I did.” You finally looked up at her with a frown. “I did forget my spot. I don’t know what happened, it was like I was too much in my own head and well I just froze.” You frowned not knowing what happened. Something caught your eyes behind Bayley, in the distance.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you saw Pete Dunne in the background, his brown eyes stared at you while his tag team partners were talking about tonight's match. The look on Pete’s face had your stomach in knots, it looked as if he had guilt written all over him. You felt your face heat up, this man was the reason why you became anxious in the ring. He made you second guess yourself when doing moves all because he criticized you during all of your practice matches.

You balled your hands into tight fists that your nails dug into your palm, you were about to take a step towards him to confront him but Bayley stopped you in your tracks.

“Don’t do it, he’s not worth it.” She said, wrapping her arm over your shoulder and guiding you away from the group. You looked over your shoulder to give Pete one last glance only to see his sad puppy dog eyes were staring at the floor as if he was second guessing himself.

The city lights were bright and beautiful in the night sky. Your head rested against the cool window as you watched the building pass by as you sat in the back of some strangers' car. You weren’t big on uber drivers especially being alone and late at night, but you wanted to get the hell out of that arena, you wanted to be alone. Plus, it wasn’t like any car dealerships were open so you could rent one.

As your eyes were slowly becoming heavy and the comfortable coolness of the window slowly drifted to sleep before the car came to a stop. “We’re here.” The driver said with a smile.

Jerking your body away from the window, you sniffed slightly and rubbed your eyes. Looking out to make sure it was your hotel you gathered your items. “Thank you, I’ll leave you a five star review.”

“I appreciate that, thank you!” The driver named Jacob, or Jake, you couldn’t really remember, spoke to you. Exiting out of the car you threw your bag over your shoulder. As your uber drove away, another SUV took its place, pulling up behind you. Paying no mind to it, you walked inside, squinting at the fluorescent lights beaming brightly in the lobby.

Blinking a few times, your eyes adjusted to the brightness as you approached a woman smiling at you with a neatly pressed uniform on. “Hi! Do you have a reserved room?”

“Huh, no actually I was hoping you guys had extra rooms left?” You wanted to face palm for not ordering the room in advance but you were busy with other things such as training, exploring the city and even running into a few fans while doing so.

You watched as the woman typed on the computer. The more she scrolled through whatever page she was looking at the more you worried they were out of rooms. The weight of your back was starting to kill your shoulders and you wished something would pop up soon before your lower back and shoulders gave out. As you were about to call it quits and find another hotel the woman smiled and looked at you. “It looks like someone just canceled their reservation. I have a bed for the night.”

A sigh of relief exhaled your breath as your tired eyes were begging for sleep and your body begging for a hot shower. “Yes please, I’ll take it.”

“Aye, wait!” A thick British accent erupted behind you. “I need a room too! Don’t you dare tell me you’re getting the last room, Y/N.”

You cringed behind you hearing Pete’s voice shout in your ear, you wanted to spin around and smack him for causing you a headache but you withheld yourself. “I’m sorry sir, but she was here first and got the last room.” The worker informed Pete.

“Nuh-Huh, I am not paying for another uber to drive me to another hotel.” Pete’s voice was now echoing throughout the lobby and the last thing you needed was someone recording his little tantrum. “I’m crashing with her.”

“Oh the fuck you are!” You hissed towards the male. “You are not sleeping in the same room as me.” You argued back.

“I am not going anywhere until I get that fucking room key.” Pete stared down at you, his dark brown eyes staring into you. He was tired as well, the dark circles under his eyes were heavy and you could tell not only was he tired but cranky.

“If you two can’t come to an agreement I need you both to leave or I’ll call the cops.” The woman said with a shaky voice, obviously uncomfortable with the yelling. You gritted your teeth knowing the only way you were getting that room was if Pete was too.

“I’ll even pay.”

“I can pay for myself.” You spat at him.

“Really? Last time I checked your sales were down and you weren’t getting shit in your paychecks.” Pete smirked down at you as you looked away. You hated that somehow someone leaked your rating of merch sales.

“Fine.” You stepped away from the counter for Pete to pay for the room as you headed towards the elevator, not wanting to be around him. Pete pulled out his wallet and handed the woman his credit card as she swiped it for payment in exchange for the room key.

You huffed with an eye roll as you watched Pete stroll towards you with a cocky smirk on his face. “Since I paid for the room, I got the bed.” He pressed the up button for the elevator.

Your jaw dropped at his words. “Oh hell no I fucked my neck up during the match tonight. I am not sleeping on the floor.” You stomped your foot against the marble flooring like a child.

The elevator dinged and the doors slid open, Pete walked in first and pressed the button for what floor our room was on. “Well, I’m not sleeping on the floor.” Pete chuckled. “Guess we’ll share the bed or you can sleep in the bathtub, you’re choice.” Pete shrugged watching you slip in the elevator right before the doors closed.

“Whatever.” You mumbled, wrapping your arms around your aching body, you held yourself tight as you watched the numbers climb up and stop at the fourth floor. As the doors opened you followed Pete down the hallway towards the room. Not saying a word to him, you watched as he swiped the card and opened the door.

Looking inside you saw it was a pretty standard hotel room. One queen size bed in the middle of the room, there was a dresser and the television on top of it. The mini fridge was tucked in the corner with a microwave on top. “Cozy.” Pete hummed, placing his bag on top of the bed and digging through it.

You placed your bag on the other side of the bed, which faced the AC. “Nuh-Huh, I paid for it so I get the AC side.” Pete said.

Rolling your eyes, you didn’t fight with the Brit, grabbing your bag you tossed it to the other side of the bed, rounding the foot of the bed you went on your side and went back to digging through the duffle. Gathering your pajamas you went towards the bathroom to shower. Shutting and locking the door you exhaled a tiring breath.

Just one night, you can do this for one night. Is what you yourself as you look at your reflection in the mirror.

Sighing softly you exit the bathroom fully clean in a fresh pair of pajamas. You rubbed the towel against your damp hair to collect any more of the water as you walked back to the bed. You froze seeing Pete laying on top of the covers flipping through the channels on the television. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” You choked out, looking away from him.

“Watching tv?” Pete raised an eyebrow towards me.

“Where are your pajamas?” You shouted, still shielding your eyes away from Pete who was only in his boxers.

“I’m wearing them.”

“No! You’re wearing boxers, where is your shirt and pants?”

“I get hot when I sleep, you’re fine. We basically wear nothing when we wrestle anyways.” Pete pointed out.

Groaning, you looked to see that he was now under the blanket. Moving towards the bed you pulled back the covers and got under them, laying on the soft mattress. “You better stay on your side.” You demanded, laying on the other side of the bed, nearly hanging off.

“With pleasure.” Pete grumbled as he shut the television off and rolled over, the room was eerily dark and the only thing to be heard with Pete’s shallow breaths as you slowly fell asleep.

Your body was fuming like a furnace, uncomfortably hot and slightly sweaty. Your eyes still shut as you were partially asleep until you tried to move but a large arm was wrapped around your waist. Sighing softly, you relaxed into the pillow and were about to drift off fully to sleep until you remembered where you were and who you were with.

Your eyes snapped open. Darkness filled the room, looking towards the nightstand the red lines of the clock showed it being 2:33am. Pete’s arm still wrapped around your waist in a tight hug, you tried wiggling away from him but you were already so close to the edge. Freezing when you heard Pete grumbling in his sleep, you didn’t want to wake him. He was already so crabby when he was awake you didn’t want to know what he was like when being forced out of his sleep.

A silent squeal escaped your lips as Pete pulled your body closer to his, your back flushed against his bare chest. You felt your face heat up and your body becoming warmer. This man’s body temperature was built differently as if he could survive the winter with no coat or jacket. You exhaled a slow breath, grabbing his wrist you tried pulling his arm off of you but in that moment Pete scooted closer to you making you freeze.

That’s when you felt it. The rigid hardness against your cheeks through your thin pajama bottoms. Pete’s hard cock grinds against your ass, a soft moan escaping Pete’s throat in his sleep. You quickly pushed Pete away from you harshly, gagging loudly.

Pete snored, jolting awake his heavy eyelids opening in alert manner as he scanned the room. “Wh- What? What!” Pete shouted as he noticed you gagging and now standing by the side of the bed. “What the fuck, Y/N! I’m sleeping!”

“Why are you hard?” You shouted at him.

Pete took a moment to hear your words. “What? I’m not!” Pete said, hold the blanket closer to his form.

“Yes you are! You were cuddling me and I felt your boner against my ass!” You felt the need to rush to the bathroom to take another hot shower and scrub your body.

“Why were you letting me cuddle you!” Pete argued back.

“What- What do you mean! I was asleep and when I woke up you were cuddling me! I didn’t force you to cuddle me!” You yelled back at him.

“I’m a cuddler! I cuddle in my sleep! I’m sorry!” Pete said aggressively but he meant his apology. “Just come back to bed and go to sleep, we have to get up in a few hours.” Pete dug himself back into the mattress and pulled the blanket closer to him.

“You expect me to sleep in the same bed with you while you have a boner?” Your eyes darted towards the blanket where he was pitching a tent and back up to his face.

“Well, I can’t really get rid of it right now, now can I?” Pete hissed as he rolled over, his back facing you.

You swallowed, slowly you climbed back into the bed, the mattress dipping with your weight now being on it as you pulled the covers up, you stared at the ceiling. “So, like, does it hurt?”

“What?”

“Your boner, does it hurt?”

There was a silent pause for a few seconds before Pete spoke again. “I mean, it doesn’t hurt like painfully but it’s annoying. Why do you want to help me get rid of it?” Pete threw in a bit of sassiness into the question but there was that long pause waiting for you to reply.”

“If you want me to.”

“What?” Pete asked again.

“I said if you want me to.”

“Shut the fuck up and go to bed, Y/N.”

You felt the covers being pulled more towards Pete as he held them closer to himself. “No, I mean it. I mean I don’t like you and I know you don’t like me but I’m not going to let you suffer in pain.”

Pete rolled over, his back on the mattress as he now was in the same position as you. “One, I’m not in pain and two, I don’t… Not like you.” Pete said. “You’re annoying, okay? But I don’t… Hate you, I mean you get on my nerves but I don’t hate you.”

“But you’re always so mean to me.” You frowned, looking at him.

Pete turned his head and looked at you with a shrug. “I’m British.” He laughed. “Well, if you’d really like to help me, it has been awhile since a tight cunt has been around my cock.”

You felt your cheeks burn at how he spoke cooly about not having sex in a while. “Maybe I changed my mind.”

“Don’t tease me girl, my cock is aching to be touched.” Pete whispered only for you to giggle, hearing him beg sounded different from Pete when he wasn’t yelling at you in the ring.

In a swift motion, you were on top of him, straddling his lap, pinning his cock against his toned stomach. Pete hissed softly at the feeling of your weight pinning him. “Thatt’a girl.” Pete hummed, his hands going to your waist, massaging it.

Slowly grinding your hips against him, you let out a soft moan as your clothed clit grinds against his cock. “Fuck.” Pete sighed, tilting his head back.

Looking down at the motions of your hips you saw Pete’s pre-come already staining his boxers. “Someone’s eager.”

“Shut up.” Pete bit back slightly with a blush upon his face.

“It’s cute.” You hummed, raising yourself up you pulled his tight boxers down his thighs, exposing his thickness. You admired how it bounced out of the confinement of his boxers and twitched freely, begging to be touched again. You awkwardly kicked off your pajama pants and tossed them to the side, now straddling Pete once more but with panties on.

Grinding against him once again, the fabric of your thong grazed against his growing cock with each movement. “Hmm.” Pete hummed deeply. “Need you, now.” He moaned.

“Say please.” You smiled, it wasn’t everyday you see Pete Dunne begging.

“Baby, please.” Pete sucked in a breath as your movements went slower against his cock. “Y/N, please ride me.” Pete swallowed thickly as his voice was hoarse. “Need your tight pussy around me, make me feel good.”

Your stomach clenched hearing Pete whine and beg for you to fuck him, to give him the relief that he so needs. “Well,” You placed your hand upon his chest and slowly dragged it down, you could feel his skin break out in goosebumps. “Since you’ve asked so nicely.” You raised yourself up once more and pushed aside your soaked panties and slowly grind your bareness against Pete’s cock, rubbing your juices against him.

Pete shivered at your actions, his dark lustful brown eyes watching your every move, a soft groan escaped his lips as you grabbed his thick cock. “Is this what you wanted?” You asked, slowly placing the tip in between your lips.

“Y- Yes, fuck yes please.” Pete panted heavily as his cock twitched in between your folds as your pussy slowly swallowed him as you sunk yourself down. “Oh, fuck.” Pete sang as he was buried deep inside of you. “You fucking feel fantastic.” Pete sighed, his eyes fluttering shut.

You let out a soft sigh as Pete was stretching your walls to a perfect meter. “Hmm, you feel good too.” You gave him a wolfish grin, rolling your hips Pete sucked in a breath.

“Fuck, if you keep doing that you’re gonna make me come.” Pete whimpered out.

“That’s the plan.” You snickered as you started to slowly rise yourself up, you sunk back down doing this motion repeatedly and started to pick up momentum. Soon you were slamming yourself down Pete’s cock, choked moans left the both of you as you were fucking yourself on him. “Fuck, Pete!” You cried out as your walls tightened around his thickness, your creamy juices dripping down his heavy sac and onto the bed sheets.

“Shit, Y/N. You’re fucking sucking me in deep, princess.” Pete moaned, planting his feet on the mattress, he gripped your waist and started to pound up into you. Your jaw dropped slightly as his cock head was hitting all the right spots. “Fuck, yes, yes fucking take this cock!” Pete sobbed as his cock kept pushing further inside of you, his balls slapped against your skin, echoing throughout the room. “Fuck, almost yes, almost there, that’s it. Y/N, fuck, gonna take my come baby? You’re gonna fucking take it!” Pete’s cock twitched harshly inside of you, hinting to you that he was close to his orgasm.

“What- What the fuck?” Pete asked as you pinned his waist down to the mattress. “Y/N? What the fuck, I was about to come.” Pete panted, sweat forming on his brow as he scrunched them in confusion.

“Well, Pete since you’ve done nothing but torment me since I’ve been in the company. I think it’s time for payback.” You stopped your movements but Pete’s hard length was still fully inside you.

“No, no, no!” Pete sobbed. “Please, Y/N I’m sorry. I should have never been mean to you, just please, fuck- please let me come inside your sweet pussy.” Pete was begging as if his life depended on it. Pete let out a sob as you squeezed your walls tightly around his thick cock. “Fuckin’ hell! Don’t be a bitch!” Pete sobbed.

“Me, a bitch?” You laughed. “You’ve torched me, Dunne. Got in my head, made me injure myself in a match all because of your cruel words. I think you can let me fucking enjoy this and have you writher underneath me.”

Pete swallowed thickly, slightly twitching but he nodded in agreement. “Say it.” You said.

“I- I’ll be good.” Pete whispered.

“Say ‘I’ll be a good boy’.”

“I’ll be a good boy.” Pete corrected himself. “I’ll be a good boy for you, Y/N.” Pete shivered underneath you, his cock still hard in your tight channel.

“Good boy.” You smiled down at him as you slowly started to rock your hips against him, grinding at your own pace. “Hmm, I have to say, Pete. You have an impressive cock.” You moaned as you bounced your ass back down on him.

“T- Thank you, thank you, Y/N.” Pete’s cock twitched inside of you. “I- I don’t know if I can hold back any longer.” Pete whimpered. The sucktion of your wet cunt had his cock aching and begging to release his seed.

“Shh, just a little longer. I like the feeling of your thick dick inside of me.” You let out a cute little moan that made Pete twitch again, driving him crazy. “I’ve thought about you a few times.” You slid back down on his cock, going back up, his cock nearly exiting out of your fucked pussy but you pushed back down, moaning.

“Y- Yeah?” Pete choked, watching your movements with hooded eyes. “Like how?” His hands still gripping your waist but never trying to make you move faster.

“Slowly riding you like this, taking you in the ring during practice matches, fucking you backstage.” You shrugged as if it wasn’t a big deal. “Daydreaming of you making a mess of me, stuff like that.”

“I- I can do that.” Pete gripped your waist, nails digging into your flesh.

“I know you will and we’re gonna.” You started to pick up the pace once more, the sweet sound of his dick entering your wet pussy echoed off the hotel room walls. “And we’re going to start by you coming deep inside of me.” You moaned, gripping his chest, you raked your nails down his bare skin making Pete hiss in agony and pain but he didn’t dare complain because he didn’t want you to stop.

“Come in me Pete, come deep inside of me.” You moaned as you slammed down on his cock, the bed shaking underneath the both of you as you fucked yourself harder on him.

Pete’s eyes rolled in the back of his head as the sweet taste of relief started to climb higher. “Oh- Oh fuck, oh god- Y/N. Fuck! Take it, take it baby!” Pete cried.

Gasping loudly you felt his hot seed explode inside of you as you chased your own orgasm, your vision blurred as you screamed Pete’s name, still bouncing on his cock while you rode out your high. “Oh Petey, fuck!” Shivering, it felt like lightning bolts shot up your back at the overdosing feeling of Pete’s come painting your insides. You both exhaled a breath and you slowly rolled off of him, nuzzling against his naked body.

A comfortable silence formed between the two of you. You could feel yourself slowly fall asleep until Pete said something.

“You know, maybe you are good at something.”

“Is that something being your cock warmer?”

“You’re gonna get me riled up again, doll.” Pete growled as he pulled you closer to his form and kissed the top of your head. “But yes.”

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aalyssah · 7 months

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That Damn Nickname

Pairing: Pete Dunne x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut. Aftercare, Cursing, Hair Pulling, Spanking, and Unprotected Sex. Minors DNI 18+

Word Count: 1,267

Summary: You call Pete a nickname in front of his friends, causing them to clown him, so he bends you over and fucks you in his locker room as punishment.

A/N: First time writing for Pete Dunne and I might write for him more if it goes well.Hope You Enjoy!

You don't know when you started calling Pete Petey, but it's become a thing over the past couple of months.

You do know how it started. You were talking with your friends backstage in NXT when Pete came along.

You two were dating at the time and were well known for that backstage.

It was after his match when he came to you and gave you a kiss in front of everybody. The girls cooed, teasing you, and you remember Toni saying, "Big meanie Petey kissing his girl backstage." And that's when you started to call him that.

Ever since then he gets annoyed and even asked you to stop, but as the days, weeks, and even months pass, he knows you're not gonna stop, so he's learned to accept it, but there's one rule about the nickname;

Don't call him that in public.

Your day was going fine with you walking backstage on Smackdown when you heard loud laughing from the end of the hall. You turned around to see the Brawling Brutes with Drew McIntyre and Matt Riddle.

With a devilish smirk on your face, you made your way to the group, spotting your boyfriend. He had a scowl on his face, but the moment he saw you his eyes lit up. "Hey boys." You greeted, butting into their conversation.

The others greeted back, but Matt was a more friendly type of guy. "Hey bro." Matt grabbed you, pulling you in for a hug. He playfully swayed you from side to side. "Awe man, your nails look sick, you gotta teach me that design!"

Matt yelled, grabbing your hand and twisting it in his grasp. He recently started painting his nails, so it's no surprise he wants to learn from you. "Oh yeah, text me and I'll help you out!" Your little conversation was cut short when you heard a growl behind you.

You were then pulled back, your back hitting a hard chest. You looked up to see Pete standing there, staring at Matt with a death glare.

You quickly took his hand in yours as an attempt to calm him down before a fight breaks out. "Woah Petey, calm down. We were just-" Your explanation was cut off by the sound of a loud laugh coming from Sheamus.

"I'm sorry, Petey?" The boys began laughing when they finally heard you. "Yeah, Petey? It's a nickname. He hates it, but I think it's cute!" The guys could barely hear you over there laughing.

Pete threw you a glare that made your panties wet. You gulped when the laughing died down. " Yeah bro, calm down Petey." Matt mocked him, making everyone laugh again.

With an annoyed noise, Pete grabbed your hand, dragging you away from the men. He sped walked through the halls without a word. "Pete, what are you doing?" It was like your words were deaf in his ears as he ignored you, walking down the hall to his locker room.

He finally made it to the room, opening the and shoving you in. He locked the door, staking towards you. "Pete, why are we here?" He stayed quiet looking at you.

You nervously let out a chuckle, looking around. "Uh, say something?" Next thing you knew, you were pinned to the wall, a shocked gasp escaping your lips. "Petey!" A groan escaped from his lips. "That! That right there is why we're here. I told you not to call me that in public!"

You shrugged your shoulders, not knowing what to say. "Well you were about to beat Matt into a fucking pulp, what did you want me to do?!" Pete closed his eyes to calm himself down from your yelling.

"You broke the rule." He said darkly. "Y'know what happens when you break a rule." You gulped, feeling scared. "You're really lucky though. I gotta match in about-" Pete paused, looking at the clock on the wall.

"20 minutes, so we gotta make this quick, yeah?" You gave him a confused look. "What are you gonna do to me in 20 min-" Pete shut you up, grabbing you and pushing you against the couch.

"Pete what the-" A rough slap was placed on your butt, a loud high pitched moan erupting out your mouth. Pete quickly pulled your pants and underwear down, while pulling his own down.

“Pete we shouldn’t do this here, you could’ve waited till we got back to the hotel. This is so-” Pete groaned at the feeling of your warm cunt squeezing him. He thrusted in and out of you at a normal pace, holding your hips tightly.

You moaned out, dropping your face on the couch pillow, but Pete quickly fisted your hair and pulled your face up.

A surprised screech came from you at the harsh pull on your hair. “You better not put that head down. Everyone’s gonna hear you.” Your eyes rolled back at his harsh tone.

You tried to keep up with him, pushing your body back to meet his thrust, but it didn’t do good. Pete had full control over you. The way he fucked you, the way his hips pulled back and then forward, how loud he could make you, everything.

Pete slapped your ass, groaning as he watched it jiggle. You let out a squeal, smiling once the burning slowly went away. “Come on Petey, fuck me harder.” Pete growled, quickly pushing your head down in the pillow and pounding restlessly in you.

The loud clapping echoed around the locker room as he abused your poor pussy. “Shut up, shut up. Shut The. Fuck. Up with that Stupid. Nickname.” Each word was punctuated with hard thrusts.

You squirmed in his hold and screamed in the pillow as he fucked you.

He usually wasn’t this rough, but god did it feel good.

“Pete, oh my god, d-don’t- oh fuck-” Your words were muffled by the pillow, but could hear every word, a smile being pulled to his lips. Pete could see and feel how close you were. Your legs were shaking, and your back was arching every second.

“Go ahead and cum for me Y/n.” Pete carefully rubbed your clit between your legs, watching your body break down. You came with a loud scream, body falling limp on the couch.

Pete chased after his release, feeling your cunt clench down on him. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum, get on your knees.” Pete gave a few more thrusts before pulling out and pushing you on your knees.

Your back was against the couch as your legs felt like jelly. Pete tugged at his cock, animal realistic grunts falling from his lips as his cum shot out his cock. You held your tongue out, his cum shooting in your mouth, your face, and some even on your shirt.

Pete was breathing heavily above you, looking down at your used body. “Bet you learned your lesson, didn’t you.” He cockily asked expecting no answer, but when a smile spread across your face, his expression turned dark. “Yeah Petey, it really did. It taught me to piss you off more, so you’ll fuck me hard.”

Pete was about to grab you and remind you one more time to shut your mouth, but a knock at the locker room door stopped him. “Pete, you're up in 5.” A staff member called from outside, telling him his match was next.

He grumbled under his breath helping you clean up.

“Thank you Petey, good luck on your match!” You kissed his cheek and skipped out the room.

That damn nickname is gonna be the death of him.

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I need a Butch/Pete Dunne Imagine/Smut there’s barely any content on here or ao3, so please if you write feel free to tag me if you ever write anything about him or Drew as well. I’d post some myself but I’m a shit writer 😭😂

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Royally Bitter Tension

Summary: Riley Carter is back again in the Mixed Match Challenge to defend her crown as the first and reigning Mixed Mixed Challenge Champion. Unfortunately for The American Gangsta, her partner Kevin Owens is currently out of action due to a severe knee injury caused by Bobby Lashley, one of her opponents in the first round, Country Dominance with Mickie James. In order for Riley to compete and defend her title as the Mixed Match Challenge Champion, she would have to team up with The Bruiserweight, Pete Dunne to do so. However, it’s a lot harder than it sounds. And it gets even harder when Riley tells him off one too many times about his bad attitude. Is the tension between The Raw Women’s Champion and The United Kingdom Champion really animosity?

Warnings: Smut

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‘I’m gonna kill both Bobby and that little mothball of his when I get my hands on them.’ Riley thought as she fiercely marched to the office of the acting general manager Baron Corbin with the fury only an American Gangsta is capable of having after watching what had happened just a few minutes ago.

Bobby had attacked Kevin viciously after he beat him. But that’s not even the tip of the iceberg that sunk this whole Titanic into the sea of Bullshit. It was the news of Kevin cannot compete in The Mixed Match Challenge due to not one knee injury but two knee injuries.

Yeah, The Raw Women’s Champion is not a happy camper.

Riley finally makes it to Baron’s office when she walks in without knocking, seeing Baron texting.

“Corbin!” Riley yelled at him as she walks into his office. “You want to explain to me what the hell that was out there?!”

Baron rolls his eyes at the irate strawberry red headed woman that now stood in front of him. “Explain what, Riley?”

Riley sputtered in disbelief at his question. “Really? Did you not watch the show? The show that you’re running until Kurt comes back? And you’re helping the show run a lot more smoothly than Kurt.” Riley guffaws sarcastically at the last statement. “Jesus christ.”

“I would watch what you say next, Riley.” Baron threatened her. “I don’t think Stephan-.”

“Corbin, stop. Stephanie doesn’t scare me. I scare her, okay? Pretty sure she wouldn’t want to confront me after the shit I put her through.” Riley laughed. “Besides, she’ll tell you that I’m not the one to try because I can be a pain in someone’s ass, especially ones of authority figures.” Riley warns him. This quiets the once-was lone wolf. “Now, be a good boy and tell me what do you plan on doing about lashley and that little moth of his?”

“Well, I’ll tell he can do.” An annoying voice said behind Baron. Riley rolled her eyes in annoyance as Lio Rush appeared behind Corbin with Bobby and Mickie behind him.

“What my man, the acting general manager of Raw can do is have my man, my man who looks like money and smells like money, the man that came back to dominate, my man Bobby Lashley and his Mixed Match Challenge partner Mickie James proceed in the tournament since you, Ms. Carter, do not have a tag team partner.”

“So you want me to forfeit?”

“That’s right.”

“Oh, you must be out of your rabbit ass mind if you think i’m gonna forfeit to those two losers behind you, ya little-.”

“Riley, stop it.” Baron cuts her off. “Lio does have a point. You don’t have a partner for the challenge. But i’m not gonna have you forfeit.” He said quickly before she could protest. “Instead, I'm gonna tell you who your partner will be for the Mixed Match Challenge.”

“Who?” Riley asked before there was a knock at the door. Baron smirks at her.

“I think it’s best if I showed you.” He tells her before he tells whoever’s at the door that it’s open. The door opens up to reveal Pete Dunne, Tyler Bate, and Trent Seven. Riley quirks up an eyebrow in confusion.

“British Strong Style?” She asked.

“One member of the British Strong Style will be your partner for the Mixed Match Challenge since the NXT UK division will be apart of the Raw brand. And since Tyler and Trent are currently busy with the tag team tournament that’s taking place tomorrow, that leaves Pete to be your partner.” Baron explained. Lio laughs at the news.

“Really? You’re gonna have Pete team with Riley?” Lio laughs. “You sure you don’t want to forfeit?” Before Riley could respond to the Man of The Hour, a voice beats her to it.

“That’s a good question, Rush.” Pete spoke as he stood beside Riley, title over his shoulder. “You sure you guys don’t want to forfeit before we break your fingers?” The question made Riley snicker.

“I think you should be careful, Bobby. This one likes to bite.” She playfully warns him with a giggle. Bobby steps closer to Riley threateningly but Pete steps in front of her. The two men stare each other before Bobby and Co. walk away. Riley and the boys leave as well. As the fellas start to walk away from her, she speaks up to Pete.

“Hey, Pete.” She says as she grabs his arm. He turns around, annoyed at the contact. Riley quickly releases her grip on his arm, suddenly intimidated. “I just wanted to say thank you for standing up for me in there. I appreciate it.” Pete then turns to face her head on.

“I wasn’t standing up for you. I didn’t want them getting any ideas that they should take me lightly. I was making a statement, not watching your back.” Pete said with a harsh edge to his words. The gaze he held on her made her nervous which she hated thus pissing her off.

“Hey, no need to get snippy, Sourpuss.” She snapped at him. “In case you haven’t noticed, we’re gonna be teammates which means we have to get along. And in order for this ship to sail in Shit’s Creek properly, I’mma need for you to check yo attitude before ya board because it ain’t allowed on Captain Carter’s Ship Of No Bullshit. Okay, Sweetiekins?” She asked him before she twists her face in a snarl. She didn’t wait for him to answer as she turns around and walks away from him, hips swaying fiercely as she heads over to her locker room. Pete’s upper lip turns up into a similar snarl as he watches her walk away from him as Tyler and Trent laugh at him.

“That’s like the first time I ever heard absolute silence from you in a confrontation.” Tyler says as he laughs harder with Trent.

“Shut up.” Pete mutters lowly in his deep voice and walks away from his best friends who were still laughing like hyenas.

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The next day, Pete arrives at the arena. Since Riley told him off, The two members of Mustache Mountain had noticed that Pete hasn’t been the same since then. The man was more non-approachable than ever before. He’d grunt a response for every question thrown at him more so than usual. The 5’5” Gangsta had rubbed The Bruiserweight the wrong way. Pete had walked into his locker room, shut and locked the door as he shed his street clothes and snapback to get ready for the mixed tag match. His mind then goes back to Riley.

‘Just who the hell she thinks she is? She thinks she can talk to me in any kind of way?’ He thought as he walked into the bathroom, turning on the shower. He growled as he remembers the confrontation between him and his tag team partner.

‘Fucking woman with her big mouth, her attitude. But she is cute.’ Pete smirks at he remembers her shape. ‘Her lips, her tits, her hips, her ass, her thighs. Everything about her is so plump. I just wanna bite all of it. Just eat her up. Maybe she’d be less attitudinal when I’m head first between them thighs.’ Pete chuckles at the thoughts of her as his early Thanksgiving meal as he strips out the rest of his clothing and gets in the shower. Meanwhile, Riley was in her locker room, changing into her costume ring gear that was inspired by DC Character Zatanna Zatara. As she grabs her top hat, there was a knock on her door.

“It’s open!” She yelled out as she dusts off her hat. She turns around to see Tyler and Trent walk in. “Oh, hey fellas.” She walks over to Tyler to hug him before she goes to hug Trent. “Where’s Pete?” She asked.

Tyler sighs before he answers. “Pete’s here but he’s a little more bitter than usual. I think he really didn’t like being told off like that.” Riley rolls her eyes at the news.

“Well, he better start liking it. I heard of his bad attitude before. I’m not dealing with his attitude nor am I babysitting his goddamn ego. It’s hard enough work to properly stroke and maintain my own damn ego.” This gets a chuckle from another voice. The trio turns towards the door to see Pete standing at the door with a smirk.

“I’m pretty sure that’s true, Carter.” He said as he steps into the room. He stops right in front of her.“But you are aware of pride coming before the fall, aren’t ya sweetheart?” he asked, his tone getting lowly in a threatening yet teasing tone in his voice. He smirks as he notices her shiver at the question but just as quick she shivered, her brown eyes lit up with fury.

“Oh, I know, Petey. That’s why I'm Raw Women’s Champion and I won it in the first tournament that Raw had when it was first vacated. Unlike some people who lost in the first-ever United Kingdom Championship Tournament to his best friend in the finals.” Riley gives him a sickly sweet smile as she speaks her words of venom at the current United Kingdom Champion. Pete squares up his shoulder as his upper lip turns up, that signature snarl of his making its presence be known. Despite that feeling of intimidation coming to rear its ugly head back in her mind, she pushes it down as she smirks at the now fuming Bruiserweight. She tilts her head to the side in a feint innocent motion.

“Aww, what’s the matter, sourpuss?” Riley says the mocking nickname like Daffy Duck this time. “Don’t like me taking the piss out of ya? It gets under your skin, doesn’t it? You want to hit me, do ya?” She asked, taunting him. Pete steps closer to her, their faces now just at least than an inch away from each other. They hold that position for a few moments before a stagehand knocks on the door. Pete ends up growling at the poor soul before he stomps out of the room to head for gorilla. Trent and Tyler looks to Riley with deep concern. Riley playfully rolls her eyes at the two men’s faces.

“If things go right, Petey will be so mad at me to the point that he takes it out on little Bob.” Riley smirks at the two brits before she grabs her title and walks over to gorilla. She wraps her title around her waist before she hears the first few notes of Six Shooter by Coyote Kisses rattles the arena to its core at the crowd’s reaction. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xkFZn4oPMqE

“And here comes the first ever Mixed Challenge Champion. The Raw Women’s Champion. The American Gangsta, Riley Carter.” Michael said at the commentary.

“Riley, the champ, here to defend her crown here tonight…” Renee said as Pete’s theme song plays as Riley waits on the stage for him, smirking at Country Dominance. “....but she has new backup in the form of The United Kingdom Champion.”

“That’s right, Renee. It’s not Kevin Owens, her original partner since Kevin suffered severe injuries in both knees at the hands of one Bobby Lashley who Pete will face tonight on Mixed Match Challenge.” Vic said as Pete did his usual bit with his fists to his chin with the title between his teeth as Riley takes off her hat, giving the crowd a bow before she puts it back on.

“The two teams facing off against each other tonight are Country Dominance, the team of Mickie James and Bobby Lashley and The new team of Pete Dunne and Riley Carter who calls themselves The Bruiser Legacy.” Michael speaks as Riley sits on the ring ropes as Pete poses again in the ring right beside her. They both looked at each other with a smirk as Pete helped her inside the ring, glancing at her ass as she steps inside.

Riley and Pete managed to take control of the match since Peter bend, yanked, snapped, stomped, and even bit Bobby’s fingers in the very beginning of the match. However, Lio had distracted him which allowed Bobby to take control for the rest of the match but Riley turns the tides when she tagged herself in much to Pete’s displeasure. At some point in the match, she manages to tag Pete back in who takes the reins smoothly from where Riley left off, gaining some much needed momentum. Pete was setting up for the bitter end when Lio got on the apron to distract the ref. As Lio was distracting the ref, Riley quickly dispatches of Mickie at ringside as she slides in the ring. Riley then picks up Bobby and sets him up and hits her version of the GTS which causes Bobby to pop up to his feet which allows Pete to hit the Bitter End for the victory for The Bruiser Legacy. While Riley goes to raise Pete’s hand in victory, he snaps away from her.

“What the hell was that, Carter?!” He yelled at her. Riley rolls her eyes at him.

“A victory, Petey. You know winning?” she sarcastically replied.

“I meant that GTS, Carter. I didn’t need that! I had him-”

“-Almost beat us! Yeah, I noticed that. That’s why I got involved. After all, I was just making a statement.” Riley snapped at him using his words. “And my statement is that in this partnership, I am the one wearing the pants, okay? After all, they’re too big for a little boy like you.” Riley walked away from him again, leaving him in the ring as she goes back to her locker room which thankfully was empty.

~///~

About an hour later, Riley arrives at the hotel that everyone was staying and checks in at the front desk before going to her hotel room which was the penthouse suite.

‘Nice…’ Riley thought as she walks to the elevator. ‘Spacious place and a big comfy bed. Yes.’ She waits for the elevator and gets on when it arrives. Right before it closes again, a hand gets in between the door which makes the elevator to open again and reveal the last face Riley wanted to see right now. At least, that’s what she wanted to believe.

“Couldn’t wait for the next elevator, Dunne?” Riley asked him dryly. This gets a smirk out of him.

“No. Not really.” He responded as he boards the elevator. “Besides, I believe this is the perfect place to do this.” Riley’s face turns to one of confusion as he stops the elevator.

“Do wha-?” Before she could ask the question, she squeals as Pete manages to back her up against the wall of the elevator with one hand around her jaw.

“To do this.” He taunted her as he makes her look at him, that same look that had intimidated her in the past. Pete chuckles at her frightened reaction.

“Oh. Is someone scared now if what I gonna do to you, Darlin’?” Pete taunted her, pleased with her reaction. However, Riley’s eyes hardened with defiance but Pete continues.

“No, you’re not scared.” He leans closer to her. “You’re turned on.” Riley’s eyes widened at the statement.

“What?” She asked breathlessly as Pete moves his hand from her jaw to her neck. He tightens his grip a little which makes the strawberry redheaded women’s champion whimper much to his amusement.

“You heard me, Darlin’.” Pete said as he presses his hard body against her plump one, making her breath quicken. “You’re turned on. You’re turned on for me, aren’t ya?” He chuckles again when he doesn’t get a response from her. “I bet you’re so fucking wet for me, my little luv.”

Riley’s fiery attitude makes its appearance for the first time in the encounter. “Probably not since you’re not anything spec-.” She gasps out suddenly cutting off her sentence due to Pete’s knee rubbing against her pussy through her panties.

“There you go again, trying to give me lip.” Riley whines and bit her lip as Pete simultaneously squeezes her neck and presses his knee harder against her pussy. “I know you want this, Riley. And I’m willing to give it to you.” Pete takes hold of her jaw again this time gently to have her look at him. “But only if you’re willing to be a good little girl and listen to Daddy.” He could see the conflict in her eyes. “It wouldn’t be weakness if you do give in, Darlin’. In fact, you’d be showing strength by letting me take the reins and you know why?”

“No..”

“Because that shows me that you trust me with your pleasure, luv.” Pete runs his thumb across her bottom lip. “And that’s all I want, baby. All I want is to please you. That’s why I was so upset earlier. I wanted to beat Bobby on my own to impress you. To prove that I can be there for you. For anything, my darlin’ gangsta.” Riley sighs at the news, now feeling like an asshole. She goes to apologize but Pete stops her with a soft kiss on her lips. She whimpers into the kiss and she runs her fingers through his hair as she pulls him closer. They pull away once their lungs began to burn due to lack of oxygen.

“It’s alright, luv. I’m not mad anymore. Not after I figured you out. But you still..” He pauses to kiss her lips again. “..Haven’t.” Kiss on her jawline. “Answered.” Kiss on her neck. “Daddy.” Kiss behind her ear before he sucks on her earlobe.

“Yes. Yes, Daddy. Please, Daddy.” She begged him, clawing at his shoulders.

“Mmm, good girl.” Pete restarts the elevator as it takes them to the penthouse suite in the hotel. Pete puts her legs around his waist as he kisses her lips again. He takes her off the wall of the elevator and carries her to the bedroom to place her on the bed. Pete moves his kisses down to her neck and collarbone as he undos the buttons on her shirt. Riley moans loudly as Pete bites her neck when he gets her shirt off. This makes him laugh, his voice becoming deeper with lust as he admires the red lace bra that currently housed her huge breasts. He runs his hands gently over them, making the redhead moan and squirm under his touch.

“Red looks really good on you. Makes your skin glow.” Riley whimpered when he cups them, squeezing them. “But then again, knowing you, you could make anything look good.” He leans down to suck her nipples through her bra.

“Pete…” Riley whines as he gives both nipples a pinch before he sits back up. She shrieks as he rips the bra from her, her breasts bouncing at his roughness. “Peter!”

“I would apologize for that but it wouldn’t be sincere.” He laughs before he kissed her lips which were frowning since he just ruined her favorite bra. “It’s ok, luv. I’ll buy you more.” He continues to kiss down her body to her skirt. “Especially since that’s gonna be my new habit of mine.” He smirks at her shy reaction. “Does my pet like that idea?” he smiles.

Riley nods her head, returning his smile. “Yes, I do.” She moans as Pete bites her hips by the waistline of her skirt. “Hey, what am I? A piece of candy?” She asked him as he pulls off her skirt.

“Well, you do look like caramel candy.” Pete complimented her as he kisses up her legs to her inner thighs. “A wet caramel candy at that.”

Riley throws her head back as Pete licks a strip from her opening to her clit. “Ah, fuck!” She screamed as her back arched up in pleasure when Pete sucks on her clit.

Pete growled as she bucked her hips in his face. “That’s it, luv. Ride my fucking face. Feed me that sweetness.” He smacked her ass which made her wetter and pant faster. “Fuck, you’re fucking dripping everywhere, Darlin’.” Pete then licks his fingers and puts them in her pussy. “And it’s fucking tight, too.”

Riley moans wantonly as Pete fingers her pussy faster, making her legs shake as she suddenly cums hard on his fingers. “Oh, shit Daddy! Daddy!”

“Yes, good girl! Good girl.” Pete said as he slowed his pace down to clean up her juices. “Fuck, you taste so good.” he mutters as he takes off his jacket and shirt before he kisses up her body, climbing on top of her as he does. Riley runs her hands up Pete’s chest and shoulders before he takes them in his, intertwining their fingers as he pins them to the bed.

“There will be another time for you to survey the goods but right now, I just want you.” Pete said, kissing her again before he slips inside her. Riley gasps as Pete stretches her out. Pete smirks at her face. Her eyes were half-lidded and she was panting heavily.

“Daddy, move. Please, please fuck me. Fuck me hard. I want it. I want it rough.” She begged him as she wraps her legs around his waist, her heels digging into his lower back. Pete growled as he pulls out her pussy before he thrusted hard back inside, making her squeal with his rough pace. “Oh, fuck yes Daddy! Yes!”

Pete growls as he moved her legs from around his waist to his shoulders without once losing his pace. “Fuck, luv. You’re squeezing m’ cock so good. Shit! You like it? You like it when I fuck you like this? Huh? When daddy fucks you like a little slut?”

Riley giggles, loving his dirty talk. “You mean your little slut, Daddy?” She asked him which makes him smirk.

“That’s right. My beautiful slut.” he said as he puts one of his hands around her neck, squeezing it and groaning as her pussy squeezes him tighter as he does. “Bloody hell, Riley! You’re squeezing me tighter. You wanna cum for me?” Riley nods her head but it wasn't enough to please Pete. Instead, he smacks her ass and squeezes her neck tighter. “Answer me, Sweetie.”

“Y-Yes! Yes, Pete. I wanna cum! Please let me cum!” Riley whimpered. Pete lets go of her neck and leans closer to her face.

“Look at me as you cum for me. Right now. Cum for me. Right. Now!” He commanded. Riley screamed, fighting the urge to close her eyes as she reaches her peak, drenching his dick and the bed sheets with her juices. Her intense orgasm was enough to trigger Pete’s as he fills her pussy with load after load of his seed. He kissed her as they both come down from their prospective highs. The silence was broken by Riley who speaks in a sleepy tone.

“I love you, Sourpuss.” Pete smiles at her before he kisses her again, rolling off of her.

“I love you too, Darlin’.” He responds as he spoons her from behind.

“I guess we’re together then?” She playfully asks as she looks at him with a smirk.

“Looks like we’re gonna have round two because apparently I didn’t hit that pussy right for you to still be awake.” She shrieks before she giggles as Pete snatches her up on top of him.

A/N: Let me know what you think! This was written before the great Tumblr a few years back and it was just collecting dust in my drafts lol.

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AlphaSmuts B - Bite

Bite – They can’t keep their teeth to themselves.

Ft: Pete Dunne (cuz of course it's him)

The commotion draws my attention across the room. Multiple trainers try to restrain Pete Dunne.

“Good luck with that,” I mutter, packing my bag.

“Faith, are you going to help here?”

“Nope. I pick my fights and that is not one of them,” I smirk. “I’m out. Have a good night.”

“Shari? Shari!”

“Just let him go. He is not going to let you check him out anyway.”

“That is not how we do things here!”

“Once he calms down, he will come to me. I’ll take care of him. Let him go.”

“Shari! Get back here!”

“See you later,” I call over my shoulder.

I lounge on my hotel bed, scrolling through my phone as I wait. I don’t know why Pete trusts me so much to show his vulnerability while hurt but I definitely know why he chose me for his pain. Banging on the hotel door cuts my thoughts short. Making my way to the door, I don’t even check as I open the door. Pete steps in wordlessly, his hair down and hiding his face.

“Finally ready to admit you have a boo-boo, Pete,” I smirk.

He glares through his hair at me.

“You know the drill,” I wave him towards the bathroom and my kit laid out and waiting. “So what’s wrong tonight.”

He holds his hand up, the hand swollen from his middle finger to pinky and down to his wrist.

“Wrist, hand, or fingers?”

“Fingas,” he grunts as I gently probe along his hand.

Turning on my ring light, I study his fingers. None seem to be dislocated. “Someone turned your own trick on you,” I smirk.

“Somethin’ like that,” he sighs, moving to stand behind me, his free hand going to my hip. His forehead pressing against the back of my skull, breathing deeply. I pause, waiting to see what he was going to do. When he doesn’t make any further moves I continue my examination.

“Stupid question; are you willing to get this x-rayed?”

He shakes his head.

“Can you move everything?”

He grunts slightly but rotates his wrist and wiggles all five fingers, though the final three’s movement was slightly more limited.

I press along his hand testing the swelling and he inhales sharply. Moving closer, I feel a hard ridge brush against my ass.

“There it is,” I think. “The real reason I am the only one allowed to treat him. I am the only one he wants to fuck”. Something about the pain exacerbating his arousal, this whole dance started months ago.

“Shar?” Pete’s breath fanning across the back of my neck. I realize that I had stopped moving, just holding the man’s hand in mine and staring.

“Is it all three or is the swelling radiating from one of them,” I sigh, digging through the kit.

“Third finga started swelling and the rest followed.”

“Take anything?”

“Bout two ‘ours ago,” he mumbles, his face sliding downward.

“I’m assuming you iced it.”

“Yeah.” His lips brush against my neck.

“If you want this done right and to last I would hold that thought,” I smirk, my body already reacting to the man.

“Really,” he chuckles, pulling my body tighter to his with the grip on my hip.

“Really,” I try to maintain a composed demeanor as thoughts of his plans flash through my mind. Holding up the medical tape, I stare over my shoulder at him in the mirror. “Do you want this done right or fast and sloppy?”

He rests his chin on my shoulder, motioning for me to continue with his uninjured hand.

I set to work buddy taping his injured finger to the one next to it. “Done,” I state as I make sure the finger is stable and secure.

He hums turning to bury himself against my neck.

I tense knowing what is coming.

He chuckles, mouthing over my pulse but no teeth. “Why so tense?”

“Just bracing for what is coming.”

“Do ya not like what’s comin’?”

“You know I do,” I sigh, leaning back into the man as my eyes close. “Just don’t like being taken by…” I yelp as teeth pinch my skin. “Fucker,” I growl, reaching back to thread my fingers through his hair.

He shrugs banding the arm of his injured hand across my shoulders as his other pins my hips to his. I groan at the feel him nestled against me. The need to have him deep inside of me overwhelming my senses. He mouth continue to nip lightly along the side of my throat.

“Pete, please,” I pant unsure of what I’m asking for.

“Hmmmm,” he hums, hand working its way under my panties and against me.

Lowering my mouth, I sink my teeth into the skin of his forearm to hold the groan at bay, my hips rocking back against him on their own accord. It takes several seconds to realize Pete has stopped moving entirely. Opening my eyes I find him in the mirror. He’s staring at my mouth around him.

“You can give but you can’t take,” I smirk releasing him. “Maybe…” I cut off as his injured hand comes up to wrap in my hair, yanking my head backwards. His other hand leaving my panties. “Playtime over,” I ask innocently. “Just because I can get as mouthy as you.”

A brief smirk crosses his face before spinning me, his mouth crashing into mine. I groan, hoisting myself up onto the counter. Breaking away he steps back slightly and yanking his shirt over his head. “Doit again,” he orders before attacking my throat again.

I sink my teeth into his deltoid muscle, holding before laving my tongue over the mark and repeating. His hands fist my sleep shirt.

“Want my shirt off, Pete,” I sigh against his ear, rubbing him through his shorts. “Or maybe my panties so you can fuck me while you leave all the bite marks you want on my body. You know I’ll let you do it. Always have,” I groan as he bites along the junction between my neck and shoulder. Unable to move my head again, I press my thumb against a bite mark on his shoulder. He groans deeply sending vibrations through my chest adding to my arousal without even trying.

“Everythin’ off…now.”

He moves only long enough for my shirt to disappear before he attacks my torso.

“Fuck,” I groan as his lips wrap around my nipple. My hands fumbling to yank my underwear down.

His uninjured hand moves to run two fingers through my slit, humming at what he finds. He raises his head to grin at me and I attack his mouth, nipping at his lips before releasing him. “Do it. Please.”

His head drops biting along the top of my breast, his fingers breaching me and curling. “Fuck. Yes. More. More. Please,” I beg, arching up against him.

He obliges repeating his action on my chest as his fingers fuck me, his thumb joining to rub against my clit. “Yes. Yes. Yes,” I keen, groping blindly for him. Giving up on his cock, I grab his shoulder, fingers digging into multiple marks there.

He tosses his head back groaning, a smile on his face. “Fuck. Gonna make me cum before I’m even in ya.”

His voice is so rough with pleasure I almost didn’t recognize it.

“Need ya to cum for me, Shar. Let me feel ya. Then I’ll really fuck ya.”

Grabbing a handful of hair I pull his mouth back to me, moments later my release washes over me. He peppers kisses along my throat as he continues until my body goes slack beneath him.

Yanking me from the counter he carries me one armed to the bed. Dropping me to the mattress, he shimmies out of his shorts.

“Nuh uh,” I smirk as he kneels between my legs. “Not risking you hurting that hand. You on the bed.”

“But…”

“Bed.”

He settles onto his back, and I straddle his hips.

“Good.” I smirk, sinking slowly down his cock. “You want me to…”

He is nodding before I finish the sentence. My teeth sink into his pec and his hips slamming up into me further. I chuckle against his skin before continuing my rhythm is slow but Pete fucks up into me with each new bite, his thumb slides between us and against my clit.

“Fuck,” I moan, my tongue lashing over a bite mark. “So good to me.” Arching back I fuck myself down on him faster. Pete urges me faster, baring his teeth in a satisfied grin when I start playing with my breasts, my thumbs sliding over my nipples roughly. Sitting up he swats my hands away, his mouth and hand taking over, the rhythm of our hips never slowing. “Fuck Pete. Gonna come again.”

“Gonna come all over me? Soak my cock. Do it.” His teeth nipping at my nipple is all the push I need as I come undone, my hips thrashing sloppily along his cock.

Slumping listlessly against him, I allow him to fuck through my orgasm. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ, Pete. I fucking think I love you.” Burying my face against his neck, I bite down hard. The growl Pete releases vibrates my whole body as he stills. His hand fisting my hair and holding me to his neck as his cock twitches and fills me. Finally, he releases his hold, allowing me to slide to the mattress beside him. Slumping back against the pillows beside me, he studies my face.”

“Pete, I…”

He presses a finger to my lips as he scans my throat and chest. Finally leaning over me, he presses a soft kiss to my lips. “I love ya, too Shari. I’m surprised ya didn’t figure that already. Even I can’ get hurt that often.”

“Does that mean,” I start, tracing the bite mark on his chest, “that I don’t have to wait weeks for this again?”

“Somethin’ like that,” he smirks, tucking me into his side.

#wwe fanfiction #wwe smut #alphasmuts series #pete dunne

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judgementdaysunshine · 3 months

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Header credits to @romanthereigns

🪐 - Angst

🪻 - Fluff

☄️ - Smut

🌿 - Marijuana

🍼 - Pregnancy

Indi Hartwell

Dragon Lee

Rhea Ripley

Aleister Black

Kelani Jordan

Damian Priest

Ava Raine

Pete Dunne

Charlotte Flair

Finn Balor

#nxt #nxt wwe #nxt x reader

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magickcandie · 7 months

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Fandoms

You can request anything from this list!

Letterkenny

Wayne

Dary

Katy

Stewart

Roald

Shoresy

Shorsey

Goody

The Great

Peter

Grigor

Georgina

Hugo

Agnes

The Pacific

Eugene

Snafu

Philips

*Generation Kill

Ray

Brad

Fick

Bohemian Rhapsody

Brian May

John Deacon

Freddie Mercury

Roger Taylor

Mary Austin

Daisy Jones & The Six

Graham Dunne

Warren Rhodes

Eddie Roundtree

Karen Sirko

Music Groups

Queen

Brian May

John Deacon

Freddie Mercury

Roger Taylor

Skid Row

Sebastian Bach

Rob Affuso

Dave Sabo

Girlschool

Kelly Johnson

Kim McAuliffe

Gil Weston

David Bowie

King Jareth

Suzi Quatro

NHL

Mitch Marner (Toronto Maple Leafs)

Auston Matthews (Toronto Maple Leafs)

Luke Hughes (New Jersey Devils)

Rami Malek Characters

Ahkmenrah (Night at the Museum)

Tom Cruise Characters

*Joel Goodsen (Risky Business)

Steve Randle (Outsiders)

Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell (Top Gun)

Joe Mazzello Characters

Gardner Langway (Dear Sidewalk)

Pat Murray (Undrafted)

[50/50] Joe Wentworth (Simon Birch)

Charles (Wooly Boys)

Rules

No smut

No incest, rape, pedophilia

Are allowed to request with specific gifs or dialogue quotes

If sending in an OC, please send me a character profile

I’m not really good at head-cannons so please don’t really request

Any one with a * please be hesitant to request specific moments/people/fandom in general because I do not have access to watch the show (or have not done complete research on fandom/people) and will be going off what information that YouTube or Wikipedia provides

(Unrelated to fanfic) I make wallpapers

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megxplryxb · 2 years

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Secret Passion

I take no credit for this GIF all credit to @bss-babygirl and also to Pete for looking ridiculously hot here.

Trying to have a secret sexual relationship with Pete Dunne was incredibly difficult.

You two were supposed to hate each other but it was getting harder and harder to keep up that charade when you were secretly sleeping together on the regular. “Are you here to fight with me or to fuck me?” “Can’t I do both?”

Trying to get away for a quickie with Pete was becoming damn near impossible when you were on the road constantly with your co-workers. There was only so many excuses you could make up to get some alone time with him away from everyone else. You were running out of things to say to your friends. Cramps, headaches, tiredness…you’ve used every excuse in the book. Of course it was easier for Pete, he wasn’t friendly with too many people and he wouldn’t make excuses anyway. “None of ya fuckin’ business where I’m goin’ mate.”

Pete was impatient. He hated waiting because when he wanted you, he wanted you right there and then. You often had to slap his hands away from your body while you found an empty room backstage. He’d casually try to undress you as you searched the halls. It pissed you off but it was a game to him. You preferred to meet him back at the hotel because there was less chance of getting caught. Pete on the other hand would fuck you anywhere. Backstage, in the car, in the shower at the performance centre…it didn’t matter to him. He liked the sneaking around. The fear of getting caught excited him.

Why was it a secret? It’s not like you were a couple so why would you tell people? It was just sex. Really great sex. The best sex you ever had but you’d never tell Pete that. He was cocky enough without knowing that information and he’d only tease you about it all of the time. But it really was mind blowing and surprisingly Pete wasn’t selfish in bed like you often thought he would be before you first had sex with him. Until he made you cum his job wasn’t done. Not that you ever had a problem in that department with Pete, between his dick, fingers and tongue it wasn’t about if you would cum but how many times. He’d pride himself on his ability to get you off over and over again. Smirking as your walls clenched around him. He loved seeing you so vulnerable.

You cursed him every time you’d finish up another rendezvous with him. Constantly covered in hickeys, bite marks and bruises. You had gone through so much make up and concealer since you had begun sleeping with Pete. You had even threatened to make him buy you new make up the next time it happened. Secretly, you enjoyed seeing the marks on your neck, breasts and inner thighs. It made you wet again just thinking about him marking you but shit it was difficult to hide the evidence during shows.

You’d find yourself getting hot watching Pete’s matches backstage on the monitor. His aggressiveness turned you on more than you wanted to admit. His bold smirk that made you weak at the knees and those hands...what they couldn’t do. You had to be careful about who was around when you watched his matches because your friends assumed you couldn’t stand each other so why would be interested in watching him wrestle? “Just wanted to see him get a beating if I’m honest.” You’d shrug to hide your true motives.

Being around him backstage was painful. Depending on how you both felt, you either ignored each other completely or could barely keep your hands to yourselves when no one was around. You hated when Pete ignored you but you were stubborn as hell and you’d never let him know that it got to you. He liked that about you. Your stubbornness turned him on. Fuck, everything about you turned him on. The way you’d talk back to him, flirt with him, fight with him. Nobody made him feel like you did. He’d even begun to notice the little changes in your appearance since your first hook up. The tops you wore exposed your breasts a little more than usual. Your lingerie always matched, something you weren’t fussed about before and it had to be lace because it was a kink of Pete’s. Your long hair which was usually up in a bun was now left down because you knew that’s how he liked it. He had mentioned all of this to you but you shook it off as if it wasn’t for his benefit but you were a shit liar and Pete knew it.

You and Pete understood each other. You both knew how hard it was to have a normal relationship with someone outside of wrestling so it was just easier to screw each other when you needed to blow off some steam and get some sort of release.

No strings

No feelings

No jealousy

No commitments

No dates

Just sex

Those were the rules.

But something was different lately. About your situation. About Pete. You’d catch him looking at you backstage and when you’d lock eyes with him he’d look away twice as fast almost kicking himself that he’d been caught by you. During your last couple of hook ups you’d swore he whispered “you’re mine” in the depths of despair and bliss between you but you were afraid to ask him about it. It was Pete Dunne after all, the man showed little to no emotions as it was.

Lately though there was jealousy between you, that you were sure of. You hated going to the clubs with everyone because you knew he’d be there with all of the newer NXT girls hanging off of him and Tyler and as much as you didn’t want to be bothered by it you were. It had almost become a sick game for you both to see who would bite first. Pete hated seeing you on the dance floor with other guys especially Kyle O’ Reilly who he wasn’t particularly fond of in the first place and Kyle had made it clear on more than one occasion that he was in to you. Pete hated seeing anyone that wasn’t himself touch you and it took everything in his power not to pummel anyone who came too close to you but you weren’t in a relationship and you were free to do who or what you pleased. You’d try to avoid him as much as possible in the club so you wouldn’t have to see him in a lip lock or worse with some other girl. But this night was different and you could feel his eyes on you from the moment you walked through the door. Yes, there were girls around him trying to get his attention but he didn’t seem interested tonight. His eyes were on you, only you and you knew it. This time when you locked eyes with him he didn’t look away but you did. An evil smirk on your face as you walked towards Kyle dragging him towards the dance floor joining a few others who were already there. You closed the space between you and Kyle as you began to move with him, his hands resting on your waist. You watched as Pete shifted uncomfortably at his table glaring at you. His signature snarl forming on his face. Kyle went to get you both a drink while you stayed dancing with Liv and Tegan, never noticing that Pete had left the area where he was sitting. You felt strong arms sneak around your waist and push your body closer. You knew by the shock on the girls faces that it wasn’t Kyle because he wasn’t brazen enough to do such a thing. Your body tensed for a moment and a slight whimper escaped you as you realised it was Pete Dunne who was now wrapped around you in front of everyone. You could smell his cologne and the slight scent of alcohol on his breath as he whispered in your ear “Why are ya botherin’ with him when you know its my bed ya gonna end up in tonight love?”

#pete dunne #pete dunne smut #wwe x reader #british strong style #wwe #bruiserweight

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dirtywrestling · 7 months

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Pete Dunne - Masterlist

💦 = Smut, 💖= Fluff, 🌩 = Angst, 🚫 = No Warnings

Series:

None

One Shots:

Hateful Loves -💦

Summary: You can't stand Pete and Pete can't stand you. What happens when you two are booked in the same hotel room together for one night? (18+, Smut, Minors DNI)

#pete dunne #pete dunne fanfic #pete dunne masterlist #pete dunne x you #pete dunne x reader #wrestling #wwe pete dunne #wwe butch #butch #18+ blog #dirty wrestling #wrestling blog #wrestling fanfic #wrestling fanfics #wrestling oneshot #pete dunne oneshot #pete dunne fanfics

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bss-babygirl · 2 years

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Hey guys, I’m choosing to open up my requests again, so I’ve compiled some writing prompts y’all can choose from to send in with any wrestler of your choosing from the following list of wrestlers and prompts:

*Note: I can write for other people as well just feel free to ask me. Also, you don’t have to necessarily choose a prompt from this list, I can be anything really, a fanfic, a one shot, anything; don’t be afraid to ask!

Wrestlers I write for:

Adam Cole

AJ Styles

Angel

Big E

Boa

Buddy Matthews

Butch/Pete Dunne

Ciampa

Damian Priest

Drew McIntyre

EC3

Finn Bálor

Flash Morgan Webster

Humberto

Jey Uso

Jimmy Uso

Joaquin Wilde

Jon Moxley/Dean Ambrose

Jordan Devlin

Keith Lee

Kenny Omega

Kofi Kingston

Malakai Black/Aleister Black

Mark Andrews

Mustafa Ali

Pac/Neville

Sammy Guevara

Samoa Joe

Seth Rollins

Shawn Spears/Tye Dillinger

Shinsuke Nakamura

Trent Seven

Tyler Bate

Xavier Woods

Writing prompt List:

Fluff:

1. You're jealous aren't you?" "I'm not jealous."

2. "Shhh, come back to bed."

3. "It's ok. I couldn't sleep anyway."

4. “You're adorable when you are sleepy."

5. “You're everything to me."

6. “You're not going to lose me.”

7. “Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that.”

8. “I promised to love you forever.”

9. “Why do we have to keep hiding? I’m tired of being kept a secret.”

10. “Who said I ever stopped?”

Angst:

1. “How much of that did you hear?”

2. “Stop pushing everyone away.”

3. “It's better this way.”

4. “Don’t make this harder than it already is.”

5. “It wasn’t your fault.”

6. “Just talk to me please.”

7. “You’ll find your way back to me, I know you will.”

8. “Because I fell for you, isn’t it obvious?”

9. “Because I know when I open my eyes this will all turn out to be a dream and I’ll lose you again.”

10. “Is it worth it? Risking everything just for a chance.”

Smut:

1. “I could’ve helped.”

2. “All you had to do was ask.”

3. “Are you just going to stand there and watch, or are you going to come join in?”

4. “My tongue can do more than just talk, you know. Care to find out?”

5. “I love it when you touch yourself while thinking about me.”

6. “No one’s here. we can be as loud as we want.”

7. “You can be rough. I can take it.”

8. “If you called just to get off on my voice, I’m hanging up.”

9. “Say my name.”

10. “I will never get enough of you.”

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theoryxwaller · 1 year

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Are any fanfic writers into or alright writing for Pete Dunne/Butch? I never really see him in anyone's tags

#wwe imagine #wwe one shot #wwe fic #wwe fluff #wwe smut #wwe pete dunne #pete dunne #pete dunne imagine #pete dunne smut #butch wwe #pete dunne x reader

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daddyhausen · 2 years

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• pete dunne masterlist •

.*•…………………..•⊹•…………………..•*.

{ ♡ — indicates mini series }

{ ♧ — indicates smut }

{ ♢ — indicates trigger warnings }

{ ♤ — indicates interactive series }

.*•…………………..•⊹•…………………..•*.

headcannon — { 18 } ♧

#{ my fics : 🤍 }#pete dunne masterlist

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navia3000 · 16 days

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ｒｅｑｕｅｓｔｇｕｉｄｅｌｉｎｅｓ

Requests are currently open! ☾ I will consider requests for characters or fandoms not mentioned in the following lists ☾ Fandoms I will write for: Reign, Formula 1, Elvis, Bridgerton, The 100, Harry Potter, Star Wars, Outer Banks, NHL, Criminal Minds, Marvel, Hunger Games, The Vampire Diaries, The Maze Runner, Narnia, Once Upon a Time, One Day, The Queen's Gambit, 10 Things I Hate About You, Descendants, Disney, 5 Seconds of Summer, Top Gun, Peaky Blinders, My Life with the Walter Boys, Girl Meets World, Jurassic World, The Outsiders.

☾ Who I will write for: Aaron Hotchner, Aaron Tveit, Adam Driver, Alex Turner, Anakin Skywalker, Anthony Bridgerton, Ashton Irwin, Austin Butler, Austin Moon, Bellamy Blake, Benedict Bridgerton, Benny Watts, Billy Dunne, Bradley Bradshaw, Bucky Barnes, Charles Leclerc, Cillian Murphy, Cole Walter, Colin Bridgerton, Dallas Winston, Damon Salvatore, Dexter Mayhew, Draco Malfoy, Eddie Roundtree, Elvis Presley, Evan Peters, Finnick Odair, Francis Valois, Fred Weasley, Harry Hook, Harry Potter, Hayden Christensen, Jake Seresin, Jason Dean, Jesse Swanson, Killian Jones, Klaus Mikealson, Kylo Ren, Lando Norris, Loki Layfeyson, Luke Hemmings, Matt Dillon, Mattheo Riddle, Max Verstappen, Milo Manheim, TMZ Newt, Oliver Bearman, Oliver Wood, Oscar Piastri, Pete Mitchell, Peter Pan, Peter Pevensie, Pierre Gasly, Pietro Maximoff, Ponyboy Curtis, Ross Lynch, Sam Claflin, Sebastian Sallow, Spencer Reid, Steve Randle, Theodore Nott, Theo Sharpe, Theseus Scamander, Thomas Brodie Sangster, Thomas Doherty, Thomas Shelby, Tom Kazansky, Tom Riddle.

☾ What I will not write:

- Sexual abuse - Rape - There are certain mental illnesses I do not feel comfortable writing about - Smut

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andie01writing · 9 months

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AlphaSmuts H - Heal

One letter per one shot, all smut

Heal – There is more than one way to heal.

Ft: Pete Dunne

“I thought you were going to help me train, not play pattycake with me. Stop taking it easy on me Dunne,” I pant.

“Ya can’t handle me being rough on ya,” he sneers. “Ya were tha one that tried to get out of this.”

“Try me,” I smirk as we tie up again, ignoring his accusations. “I’m not that fragile.”

His eyes darken as they meet mine. “Ya brought this on yerself.”

I roll my eyes, seconds before my back meets the mat.

“Again,” I state.

The dull ache as my shoulder slams to the mat for the millionth time in the past hour, each hit harder than the last. Pete seemingly getting irritated with me demanding more each time. “Again.”

“Wha? What is goin’ on wit ya today,” he pants.

“Nothing. Come on.”

“No. I’m done.”

“Can’t keep up, Grump,” I taunt.

“I’m not gonna beat on ya anymore,” he growls.

“Why not,” I blurt. “Isn’t that what you guys do. Break women?”

“What are you talkin’ about Faith?”

“Like you don’t know,” I scoff. The look of confusion has me rolling my eyes. “Why don’t you ask your buddy Ridge what is wrong with me. If you’re done, I’ll find something else to do.”

“Faith,” he calls as I slip through the ropes and out of the ring. “Faith!”

I make my way to the locker room without a second glance towards the man in the ring. Grabbing my bag, I don’t even bother changing before heading out.

Stepping out of the shower, I glance at the mirror to find light bruising across my shoulders and back. “Nothing, that I fifth of whiskey can’t heal.,” I mumble to myself. Pulling an oversized shirt on before making my way into my hotel room. Pouring a full plastic cup of whiskey, I settle on the bed ignoring the buzzing phone on the table. After five minutes of constant buzzing, I finally pick up the phone. Pete the readout states. Hitting the ignore button I move to place it back when it start buzzing again. “What Dunne?”

“Where are you,” the man practically growls.

“In my hotel room. Bye.”

The phone is buzzing before it hits the table.

“Not in the mood, Pete.”

“Don’t care. Room numba?”

“Not going to listen to his friends make excuses for him.”

“What is the fucking room numba?”

“You’re not coming to my room, Pete.”

“I will knock on every door in this hotel until I find ya.”

Chugging the liquor, I sigh, “Fine. Room fourteen thirty two.”

“Wha?”

“You don’t think I’ve been at Shea’s side this long and not invested well? I was downgrading to stay with Ridge. You got ten minutes starting now.” Turning my phone off, I pour myself another drink. “I’m gonna need this.”

Pounding on the door sounds before I even finish pouring. “The boy is fast,” I mutter moving to the door. Checking the peephole I open the door. “What do you need to say, Dunne?”

He shoves his way through the door, snagging my drink as he passes.

“Come right in and make yourself at home,” I snort closing the door.

Chugging the drink, he turns to face me. “Lacey Evans,” he snarls.

I’m taken aback for a second. “Yeah. Found out yesterday.”

“He’s fucking Lacey Evans.”

“Not new information here,” I smirk, taking a seat on the desk to watch the man pace.

“He has you.”

“Had. Past tense. As in no longer have.”

“Does Sheamus know?”

I shrug filling another plastic cup with ice. “Does it matter? Shea is a good friend but its always bros before hoes.”

The young man is on top of me before I can blink, his fist around my chin tightly forcing me to stare into his blue eyes, the empty cup slamming down beside me. “No, it’s not.”

“Whatever you say, Pete. Anything else? Cuz your time is running out quickly.”

“Believe me,” he sneers.

“Why? Does he want you to spy on me,” I snap. “Make sure I am thoroughly emotionally miserable? That I know how easy it is to replace me with a younger model? I better model?”

“No,” he snarls.

“Then why?”

“Because…Cuz…” he swallows thickly. “Cuz I don’t want to loose ya,” he whispers.

“I don’t think I heard that right.”

His hand moves from my chin across my cheek, to fist into my hair. “Yea, ya did.” His mouth captures mine hungerly, groaning when I drop my own cup to fist his tee.

“I expected a right hook, honestly,” he mumbles, his forehead pressing to mine. “Had to do it least once.”

“I might have but you’re pretty good with your mouth so I’ll let it slide,” I smile.

“Believe me.”

I stare into his eyes and find nothing but rawness there. He was baring himself to me for not the first time in our working relationship. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I nod. “I do. I’m a little broken right now so I may not be the best thing to hold onto.”

He shrugs, “We can figure it out. There’s more than one way to heal.”

“Oh?”

His second kiss is softer, his grip in my hair loosening, his thumb coming up to stroke along my jawline.

“Oh,” I breathe when he lets me up for air.

His eyes search mine and I smile pulling him between my knees.

“Alright Butchy Boy,” I throw out his new ring name. “Heal me.”

His fingers tighten in my hair tilting my head backwards. “Don’t call me Butch.”

“Alright Pete,” I smirk. “Heal me.”

I’m pulled to the edge of the desk, my legs wrapping automatically around his waist. His hands playing with the hem of my shirt seemingly unsure.

“Pete?”

“I didn’t think I’d make it this far,” he breathes pulling a giggle from me.

“Let’s start with the bed. Then wherever you feel like going is good with me,” I smirk, nipping at his bottom lip.

The grip on me is light as he pulls me into his arms, his mouth on the side of my throat as he moves through the suite. My back hits the mattress and I brace for the weight of the man to cover me. When it doesn’t come, I glance up at the man. He stares down at me hungerly, mainly glued to my lower half. Slowly, he moves to kneel on the bed, his hands sliding up my legs. “Yer not wearing any…”

I roll my eyes, “I was planning on drinking all night. You’re lucky I put the shirt on.”

“Naked would have gotten ya here sooner,” he smirks, his hands circling my hips.

“Says you.” My hands pull at the hoodie he’s wearing, tugging it over his head. He settles on his stomach between my thighs.

“Ya know better than t’ tease me,” his mouth dropping, nipping a mark onto my hip.

“Or what?”

Pete spreads my lips open with his fingers, making eye contact he smirks before lowering his mouth millimeters from me. “I’ll tease ya back.” I cry out when he fastens his mouth over my clit and gently sucks, unable to keep my hips from bucking up at him. “Nuh uh,” he grunts pinning my hips down. “Ya said whatever I want.” He gets to work lashing at my clit with short, firm licks.

I grip the hair at the back of his head, pulling it free from the bun and Pete grunts as I tug gently trying to wiggle free of him.

“Fuck Pete,” I groan as I feel the orgasm building. Suddenly, he is gone. “What the fuck?”

“Told ya, I’ll tease ya back,” he smirks.

“That’s just cruel.”

He lays there smirking up at me.

“Fine. I’ll be good.”

His eyes darken.

“But only if you are.”

He lowers his mouth lapping hungrily at my cunt, sending little shocks through me his stubble rubbed your thighs.

“Fuck Pete,” I moan. “Right there, Baby. Fuck,” I cry out as the orgasm finally overtakes me. Pete lapping at me through it until I shove his face away. He sits back, licking his lips watching in awe as my thighs tremble with aftershocks.

“Hey Pete,” I smile, wiggling out of my shirt. “What to be inside me? Or maybe…” I trail a hand up in between my breasts.

He nods, shimmying his shorts down his legs. His cock standing at attention.

“Yeah? Where do you want me Baby?”

Strong hands roll me over onto my belly. A swat landed on my ass has me arching my back. “Fuck,” he breathes, his hands grope my ass.

“Like what you see, Baby?”

He grunts wordlessly running his cock through my folds.

“Whatcha waiting for Pete,” I ask wriggling my hips back against him. “I’m being a good girl, the teasing should stop. Please.”

His grip on my hips stopping them, “Yer gonna get every bit of me, Faith,” he growls against my ear. “Gonna’ fill up this little pussy and make ya fuckin’ scream my name. Make you forget his name. Just like in my dreams.”

“Then do it,” I groan, turning to look at him over my shoulder.

He slowly slides into me and my mouth falls open in pleasure.

“Fuck,” he groans as he bottoms out. “Don’t even hafta adjust.” He pulls out slowly before thrusting forward harshly.

“Fuck,” I yelp. “Don’t stop. Just like that.”

“Yea?” He bucks harshly into me again.

“Fuck yeah, Pete.” Pulling one hand from my hip and to my breast and he stills deep inside me. His face pressed between my shoulder blades.

“Pete.”

“Too good,” he mutters against my skin.

“You want me to be a little bratty,” I smirk, rolling my hips back against his.

“Faith,” he growls, his hand groping my breast as the other attempts to still my hips weakly.

“I don’t think you want me to stop,” I purr, fucking myself back against him. “Or you would stop me. “I think you want me to fuck myself silly on your cock.”

“Fuck yes. Take what ya need.”

“What if I need you, Pete? All of you.”

His hand falls to intertwine his fingers with mine. “Ya have it.”

“Promise?”

His fingers tug at my nipple causing stars to flash before my eyes, his hips starting to move to meet mine. “Always,” he finally growls, bucking into me harshly finally finding his own rhythm again.

“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Fuck, Pete. Feels so good. God damn. Gonna cum again. Please. Please.” His pace picks up, his fingers rolling my nipples exquisitely. “Pete. Pete,” I scream as my second orgasm slams into me. Pete fucks me through it before stilling.

“Ya ok?”

I nod, trying to find the strength to press back against him as his cock sits deeply inside of me.

“On yer back,” he mumbles pulling out completely. “I still have a promise to fill yer pussy.”

I moan at the implications, a smile on my face as I look up at the man. “Hope you don’t need much of me. I don’t know how much strength I have left.”

“Yer already perfect as is,” he smirks, wrapping my thighs over his hips. “Just continue to take my cock like a good girl.” He buries his face between my cleavage as he slides back into me. My fingers sliding into his hair. I arch against him as his mouth teases one nipple then the other.

“Fuck Pete,” I yelp as his teeth scrape over the sensitive flesh.

“Good?”

“Don’t fucking stop,” I whine, pulling his face back to my chest.

“Not gonna.” His hips moving slowly. “Neva gonna.”

“God, you feel so good,” I groan. “Even after two orgasm, I want more of you. More.”

His mouth moves up to my ear, his hands pinning my wrist above my head. “Ya got it. If I can have ya…forever.”

I nod, my mouth unable to form words suddenly.

His mouth devours mine, as he rolls his hips into me.

“Pete,” I groan, as he tosses his head back. “You gonna come for me, Baby.”

“Not yet,” he growls.

“But you promised. I need you to fill me up. Please, Baby. Please. Pete.”

Wiggling one hand free I tangle it in his hair pulling him down. “Please Pete. Please.”

His mouth covers mine again, moaning into me as he release finally comes. His fingers wrapping tightly between mine above my head.

“How long?” I ask as he lays catching his breath beside me.

“Before Ridge.”

“Pity. I missed out on months of that.”

“Make up for lost time?”

“Tomorrow night,” I agree.

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Locked Up (Ricochet x Reader x Pete Dunne)

before you ask, yes, this was HEAVILY inspired by that war games match

also, this is my first attempt at smut! there’s not much of it in here, but as this story and time goes on, i will get better and better at writing it.

any criticism and pointers for writing good smut is also gladly appreciated.

you were sitting back in catering, watching the war games match with the rest of the nxt roster. both of these teams had unseen levels of heat, and the pairing of ricochet and pete dunne surely would not end well.

but when you saw ricochet and pete on top of the war games cage, you were immediately turned on. something about seeing two incredibly gifted men, gifted in both brains and brawn, had you turning a bright pink.

“for fucks sake, y/n, you’re turning into the color of a peach!” your friend dakota kai said, catching you off guard. “i mean, i know you have a crush on both of them, but could you please stop acting like a horny schoolgirl?!”

“so what, dakota? i mean, who wouldn’t want to see two hot men locked up in a cage? they could lock me up if they wanted to, for all i care!” you said a bit too loud

“um y/n,” dakota cautiously said, “tell them that, not me.”

lo and behold, pete dunne and ricochet were standing right behind y/n, still in their ring gear. they weren’t very amused.

“room 327. be there at midnight.” was all they said, as they left in a hurry.

great, their rooms right next to mine, y/n thought.

still, you gathered your belongings and made a beeline to the hotel.

———

you put your suitcase down and got into a pair of sweats and a sports bra and headed over to room 327.

you knocked on the door, and an almost naked ricochet greeted you. he was shirtless, and had sweatpants hanging dangerously low on his hips.

“ah y/n, what a pleasant surprise! we thought after you pulled that little stunt with dakota that you’d never look us in the eye, but it seems i’ve been proven wrong!” ricochet beamed, trying his damn best to seem happy. “come, take a seat. it seems that we need to discuss a few things about tonight’s match.”

you sat on a little couch in the corner of the room. you were just about to question where pete was, but he was as quiet as a rock sitting right next to you.

“‘ello there y/n.” pete suddenly said, causing your heart to skip a beat. he was fully clothed, unlike ricochet. he had his hair pulled up into a loose bun. “so, i ova’heard ya talkin’ wit’ ya lettle pal dakota about our match, weren’t ya?”

“uh i-i don’t know what you’re talking about!”

pete grabbed your face and pulled it over to his. “don’t ya fookin lie to us, y/n. ya know exactly what you did, and wanted us to hear et.”

you let out a huge groan in frustration. “you weren’t meant to hear that!”

“maybe we were,” interrupted ricochet. “and maybe we want to make those things happen.” you started to form a rough idea of how this night would be going down, and you were more than prepared for it.

“so, what do you say? wanna get locked up and used like the little whore you are?”

you let out a nod, and then the two men were all over you, pete deadest on turning your neck purple with love bites and ricochet turning his attention to your lips, encasing them in his.

———

you could have sworn that this was some kind of fever dream, but it wasn’t.

“on the bed, facing us.” pete commanded. you quickly obeyed and sat on the bed, near the headboard.

“if my suspicions are true, i’m gonna say that you are soaking wet right now, aren’t ya?”

you renew what to say, but all that came out of your lips was incoherent noises of pleasure.

“use your words, slut.” ricochet said. ricochet was normally a polite guy, and to hear him use that word struck a fire of arousal deep inside of you.

“yes, yes, oh yes! i’m so soaking wet for you two! use me in any way you see fit! i’m yours and yours alone!”

the two men were impressed with what you just said. a plan started to form in their heads, hence the devious looks on their faces.

“good girl! very good use of your words, but you still need to be reminded of a few things.” ricochet commended. he began to rid himself of his sweatpants, revealing his lack of underpants. yep, ricochet was standing in front of you, baring everything.

“first up,” pete said as he also began to rid himself of his clothes, “when we’re in the bedroom, you refer to me as daddy, and him as sir.” now, pete was also fully naked, and began to put a pair of handcuffs on your wrists, pinning your hands behind your back.

“second! you must submit to us and let yourself be used at any given time. whether it be at a concert, or under the table at dinner, nowhere will be off limits with us, y/n.” oh murderous mother of god, this wasn’t going to be a one night stand!

you let out a huge moan, signifying your approval. ricochet proceeded to move on top of you, slowly grinding down on your nether region. you tried to push him off, but couldn’t, since your hands were cuffed behind you. pete let out a little chuckle at this, and began to strip you of your clothing as well.

now, all three of you were completely naked, and ricochet forced you onto your hands and knees, with your ass facing him and your mouth dangerously close to pete’s cock. looks like these two weren’t going to bother with foreplay this time around.

“last, you can always use a safe word if we’re getting to be a bit too much, love. we’ve been with others before and pride ourselves on being good people, but we sometimes get a bit too into it. so, if at any time you feel like you’ve had enough, just say carpe diem, and well let you relax.”

“you ready, y/n?” pete asked, and you nodded yes.

ricochet began to slowly ease into you, filling you up in ways you never thought possible! you then went down on pete, deepthroating his length over and over again. you gagged quite a bit, but wanted pete to feel good.

“fuckin’ ell’ love, your mouth is like heaven!” pete moaned, pushing you off of his length. you then began to leave little kitten licks at his head.

sensing you were ready for him to move a bit faster, ricochet sped up his pace, the sounds of skin slapping skin filling your ears. “i don’t know if i can last much longer y/n, you make me feel so good!”

your moans began to quicken, signaling that your orgasm was within reach.

“come for us y/n, let it all go!” pete and ricochet commanded.

you let out a scream, and clamped down on ricochets length like a vice. your screams were stopped by pete full on dragging you down his length, the vibrations sending him near his orgasm too.

“where should it go, y/n? your back, your mouth, or your-“ ricochet asked, before you cut him off.

“put it inside of me, i’m on birth control.” you commanded, not a tinge of hesitation in your voice. you then felt his seed spread deep inside of you, filling you completely as he pulled out, sweat rolling down his body.

pete wasn’t far behind, as no more than a minute later, he was emptying himself into your mouth.

you all laid back on the bed, recovering from such an intense love-making session.

“you really are something, aren’t ya?” pete said, getting you a towel to clean yourself off.

“pete’s right, you really are something else. let’s all go to bed now, it’s almost 3 am!”

you looked at the clock, and it turns out ricochet was right: the time was 2:55 am, and you had to be on the road by 6, giving you three hours of sleep!

“goodnight y/n!”

“goodnight, you two!”

then, you fell asleep with you head buried in pete’s neck, and ricochet spooning you.

The End

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