#Tyler bate smut

[itjazzbicch]

Sweet Love

Kinktober Day: 6/31

Pairing: Tyler Bate x Fem reader

(My first time writing for Tyler so I hope I did well!)

Kink: Lingerie

Summary: The reader knows the pressure that her love Tyler Bate feels at work, even when he’s smiling. So when he finally comes home, she has a little surprise for him, but Tyler realizes it before she can reveal it properly…

Theme/Motivation:

Warnings: (Smut) (18 + ONLY)

Word Count: 1.5k

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I DO OWN THIS GIF:

Standing at the mirror in the bathroom, brushing my hair softly and styling it perfectly, all I had left to wait for was Tyler coming home.

I was still in the bathroom when I heard noise from downstairs, taking the vanilla perfume that was on the counter and spraying it softly, then grabbing my robe to keep my surprise for him covered.

Wrestling had be tough on him lately, first losing to Bron when everyone pressuring him, then to McDonagh.

So, when he finally got home? I wanted him to be happy and forget about the wrestling world for a bit.

“There’s my big strong boy,” Smiling brightly as I made my way to the living room, and that put the cutest smile on his face, opening his arms for me.

“Hi, my love.”

Coming over and hugging him, I could feel the tension in him being relived already, like he’s been waiting forever to hug me.

I snuggled into his chest for a moment and felt the same, it seemed like I haven’t got to hug him for a while and wanted to enjoy.

Whenever he picked up his head, I could feel him taking a deep breath, a finger twirling a piece of my hair:

“You got plans?”

“Why would you think that?” Gosh, those blue eyes and that smile fixed on me made it hard for me not to break already.

He knew me so well, still twirling that strand of hair:

“Because you do your hair like this when you have something to look good for.”

“Well, I do have you,” I cooed softly, giggling softly as he smiled harder, rubbing his shoulders softly and sitting him on the couch and proposing:

“How about this? I go get us two a drink, we can sit, relax, and have a good time, hm?”

“Sure-“ He whispered, looking me up and down, focused on something in particular and when I tried to walk away, he took my hand.

“Yes, baby?” I looked down to his hand, then into his eyes that were still analyzing me.

“Come back for just a second, love,” He brought me back to him softly, noticing something that I didn’t, my robe only went down to the middle of my thighs and he plucked the end of one of my garter belt straps:

“Wanna tell me what that is?”

How I didn’t noticed I wondered, but he caught me this time and he definitely wasn’t going to let me walk away.

Lightly pushing his shoulder back to sit him back on the couch, I just stared into his eyes, seeing them fix on my hands at my robe string, untying it and letting my robe fall off the back of my shoulders.

Revealing a pastel pink lingerie set, all lace, the garter belt ruffled like a tutu. Letting my fingers trace the lace print flowers along my breasts and down to the garter belt, I said softly to him:

“I wanted to surprise you with something nice, but you beat me to the punch.”

“S-Sure did,” He was so lost in thoughts that wasn’t paying attention to his words, just watching more intensely when I turned around to pose and show off the thong I was wearing:

“So, do you like it?”

“Like it?” Taking my hand and bringing me over, his hands finally got to feel for themselves, taking in every little detail while I straddled him, “Love it, is more like it.��

“I love that you love it,” Caressing his cheek and kissing him softy, he was already thinking the same way, taking handfuls of my ass and playing with the ruffles of the garter belt, “I just wanted to look good for you, baby.”

“Good?” He chuckled, looking me up and down again while licking his lower lip, “You look absolutely gorgeous.”

“You’re too sweet,” Wrapped my arms around his head, brushing his hair back with my hands before rolling my hips down onto him, just that touch making his hard-on grow, “Since the cat is out of the bag, we should move this somewhere else, don’t you think?”

“Couldn’t agree more,” Smiling and holding onto my thighs, he stood up with me still in his arms, keeping me smiling while heading to our bedroom.

Being quick to lay me on the bed, he was ready for this, slipping off his shirt and twirling it up much like the towel he brought to the ring, perfectly tossing it into the chair in our room.

It made giggle at first, but grew silent and fixed on his body, looking down to those built thighs he had, eyes springing up along with his cock once freed.

“Something wrong, baby?” I was so out of it that I didn’t hear his voice at first, but smiled as he crawled on top of me:

“I’m just fine. But you? You’re very fine.”

“Aww, you sweet girl,” He chuckled softly, his soft hand sliding across my collar bone and pushing down the strap of my bra softly, the other hand helping me get rid of my panties, “You always know how to put a smile on my face.”

“I try my-“ I went to respond, but choked on my words, not only his mouth latching around my freed breast, but he positioned his legs so his cock could slip into me, sucking my nipple and humming while pushing deeper into me, gasping out to finish my sentence, “M-My best.”

“Always the best,” With my nipple popping free from his mouth, he bit his lips while watching how I moaned, taking me a bit off guard when he quickly flipped onto the bed with me on top of him this time, “Sorry about that, love. Just have an idea in mind.”

“Oh yeah?” Taking in a deep breath and readying myself, I listened to his idea:

“You got dolled up for me and it’d be rude of me to mess up all of that beauty.”

Every word he said had my cheeks heating up, especially when he fixed the part of hair in front of my face.

“I picked the perfect set, huh?” Winking at him playfully, I sat back onto his cock slowly, rolling my hips onto his once I took all of his length.

“Perfect,” He cooed softly, holding my hips and guiding them forward, closing his eyes when I picked up my speed, “You’re perfect.”

I could hear how he truly meant it in his voice, how wholesome he was and it reminded me of just how deep in love that I was with him.

Instead of words, I dipped my head down to kiss him, lost in our kiss and my body doing as it wanted, hips rocking back with more speed each time, not even realizing it till I felt his hands strong grip on the back of my thighs.

“You trying to best me already?” He was serious, but still had a smile on his face with his nose nuzzling mine.

“Sometimes, I just can’t help myself, Tyler,” I moaned softly, letting him know he wasn’t the only one feeling something, now having to truly work to keep throwing myself back and roll my hips as quickly as I could.

“Not saying it’s a bad thing,” He giggled under his breath, squeezing my thighs harder, whispering one wish, “Just let me feel you first, love.”

We both could feel the stutter in my hips, having to bite my own lip, Tyler giving me a hand by pulling me down slightly when my hips went back.

“You will, baby,” I panted quietly, hands pressing down against his chest, reverting back to some high moans, body naturally picking up speed again at the feeling of his cock hitting my sweet spot, all of my body heat spilling out of me, “I just came, Tyler!”

“I know, baby,” He huffed softly, fixing my arms so that we were hugging one another, throwing his hips up and having me bounce softly, cooing against my lips, “And it feels so, so good.”

“Mhmm!” I hummed out while biting my lip again, feeling the throbbing of his cock inside of my spasming walls, making the bliss from my orgasm more intense, bouncing myself a bit quicker.

His heart was pounding against his chest, knowing his was close and my jaw fell at the spank that he gave me, arm wrapped around my head while holding my ass, the both of us sharing a moan at his cock throbbing harder, his seed shooting with strength from the intensity.

“Oh my god, Tyler,” I whispered while catching my breath, still in a world of pleasure as we settled, his hand rubbing my back softly, “It’s been a while since we’ve done that.”

“It has,” He whispered back, smiling with a kiss on my forehead, “And it’s still just as amazing.”

[whatislovevavy]

Sliding Stops & Beating Hearts

Reiner! Tyler Owens x Fem!Reader (Honeybee)

Summary: Tyler Owens has worked almost his entire life for this moment. And he's so glad he gets to share it with you.

Warnings: Tyler being down bad for his wife, afab!reader, fluff, swearing, smut (18+), oral (m+f), facesitting, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)

WC: 4.6k (I'm so sorry, but not sorry enough to make it shorter)

AN: Hey girlies :) Apologies for taking so long to post this, I've been very busy and it feels like I have to wait for what feels like some kind of astronomical event for me to be able to write. Tyler Owens is essentially Jake Seresin so yeah I'm writing for him now lol. Reining has always been one of my favorite equestrian sports to watch. Granted, I've never done it nor competed so apologies to any reiners out there if there's inaccuracies with how competitions go lol. Anyways, hope you enjoy :)

None of the pictures featured are mine and were taken off of Pinterest. All of my writings will be added to my writing side blog @sophs-writing-nook 

This is an 18+ fanfic, so minors scoot pls. You are responsible for the media you consume. Do not copy, plagiarize, repost, or translate this fic without my explicit permission as it is my own creation. 

The competition had been fierce and each ounce of caffeine in your veins from your strenuous, early morning drive from Arkansas to Oklahoma had done nothing to quell your nerves. 

You could feel the sweat emulate from your palms as you watched each rider and horse pair complete their routine with near flawlessness, confidence, professionalism, and near perfect scores on maneuvers. 

Tyler would need to give it his all to bring home the NRHA world championship title for this season. 

You watched with bated breath as the pair before Tyler’s exited through the in-gate, applause and cheers ricocheting off the concrete and aluminum walls of the stadium. The announcer’s voice crackling and echoing through the speakers as the pairs score was displayed on the JumboTron that hung ominously above the center of the arena, threatening to crush Tyler's lifelong dream if a perfect score wasn't achieved. You fiddled with the competition program in your hand, waiting for the announcer to give the go ahead for Tyler Owens and Coppertone Boy, or as he was affectionately called at home, Copper, to enter the arena. 

“Come on, honeybee, I think you're more nervous than I am.” The fingers of your hand stop gingerly massaging into the muscle between Copper’s alert ears, eyes meeting Tyler’s unnervingly calm ones. You sighed, bringing your hand down to softly stroke the stallion’s velvet muzzle, looking back out at the arena that would be vacant for only a few moments more. “It's just the anticipation is all.”

He swallowed, dipping his heels down further against his stirrups, his weight settling on the back of the palomino American Quarter Horse. His thumb running along the smooth leather reins in his moderately calloused hands, his posture straightening. Tipping his hat on his head, eyes drifting from your almost perfect facade of calm collection to the no longer virginal arena footing. 

He gingerly scratched at Copper’s strong, gilded withers and neck concealed by the silken, alabaster strands of his freshly detangled mane, easing any anxiety the 10 year old stallion may have had. 

“Copper will take care of me out there, and I'm coming back, Sweets” his lip quirked into a gentle smirk, letting your anxiety ease a bit. 

Copper gently nudged you with his head, trying to get one last scratch in before entering. Or maybe to try to reassure you. “I know, I-,” you took a breath, licking your lips,” just really want this for you, and we're so close. I can taste it.” 

His eyes glazed a bit, a special kind of warmth spreading in his chest. You had helped him hitch the trailer to pick up Copper from the auction a few townships over back in his early twenties. You were the one who was with him every step of the way, through every high and frustrating low of training him and getting him ready for every competition. You were the one to stay up all night with him when Copper coliced during a muggy spring night a few years back. You were the one who encouraged him to try reining after his bull riding rodeo career came to a halt. You were the one to hide out with him on his family's ranch in Arkansas during the summer thunderstorms in the hayloft as kids and lovesick teenagers. And you were the first person he got to kiss out in the back field after the haying season was done, laying under the cover of Cassiopeia and The Big Dipper with homemade strawberry moonshine. It made the wedding band on a chain around his neck all the more meaningful. The microphone crackled as the announcer cleared his throat, announcing for Tyler to enter the arena. 

“Come on, baby, I need my good luck kiss before I go out there.” His urgent, but sweet, tone made you chuckle.  Stepping on your tippy toes, you met his lips that only seemed to get softer the more you kissed him. As your lips left his, you gave the stallion that gleamed like a new penny under the stadium lights a last, quick rub at his withers and a whispered “take care of him for me.” The stallion nudged his pink and gray muzzle into your side, letting out a puff of breath, seeming to listen and affirm your wish. 

You turned back to the man you had loved since you were a sophmore in highschool. “You'll get something a lot more when you come back.” You said softly with a flirtatious tone, trying to lighten the nerves that seemed to electrify your fingertips. Your eyes told an unspoken “whether you win, or lose.” His eyebrows rise before a smirk settles on his lips. “Looking forward to it darlin,” he winks before turning his attention to the packed arena. He gives the stallion a gentle squeeze of his sides with his calves to get him into a working walk, head low, and relaxed as his metal shoe-clad hooves rhythmically ricocheted off the pavement leading up to the arena as applause and whistles from the crowd marked his entrance like a gladiator entering the Colosseum. You watched him leave your side with bated breath. 

You always envied how he was able to feed off of the crowd instead of cowering under it, even when he was getting tossed around as a professional bull rider in the local rodeo circuit. It was a trait that Tyler and Copper had in common that made them a perfect pair.

You watched each calculated movement he whispered to Copper through his hands, legs, and seat. Each movement done in perfect harmony, from flying lead changes to each heart racing spin and rollback. You practically knew the routine like the back of your hand, softly mouthing the required movements right as Tyler and Copper conducted them with  complete poise and confidence. You couldn’t help but let your eyes flit back and forth from the golden stallion enrapturing the attention of the crowd and the judges scribbling down notes that had the potential to cut like a blade. Tyler had a calm, at-ease aura around him; his hands still with just the right amount of contact on the reins, loose hips and strong legs that wrapped around the barrel of the strong, powerful, and graceful horse below him. Copper’s ears kept at ease, each one flitting back to listen to each whispered task Tyler gave him. His mane and tail swayed beautifully with the rest of his muscular, golden dappled frame; steel horseshoes gleaming under the large overhead lights. You felt your anxiety rise as Tyler only had one maneuver left to accomplish- a sliding stop from a full gallop, the most exhilarating maneuver in reining.

Your breath felt like lead in your lungs as you watched each stride Copper took to complete his routine. With an impressive stall of his hind quarters, Copper planted himself against the arena footing to come to a full stop, his hind legs slightly folding under him as Tyler kept his body steady. The arena went quiet for only a second as Copper found his footing, remaining in a halt. As soon as the judges gave Tyler the go ahead to leave the arena, you jumped up in glee, applauding and whistling, just like the entirety of the arena   as Tyler gave Copper a loose rein, giving his strong neck deligent pats of encouragement and rubbing his withers as he made his way out of the arena at a working walk pace. After all, he had earned it. 

But would it be enough to win?

You couldn’t contain the smile on your face as Tyler met your gaze with a heart stopping grin, his handsome dimples on display, timothy grass green eyes shining for you as his chest rose and fell from his exertion, and the sweat evident under his Stetson at his hairline. 

As soon as he cleared the in-gate, he was out of the saddle and embracing you, lips on yours as you giggled against him as he picked you up and spun you around, your fingers splayed over his stubbly cheeks. Copper stood patiently as his reins hit the cement floor. Your fingers resting at the back of his neck, feeling his sweat, natural scent, and the smell of leather and horses caress your senses. 

“I’m so proud of you, baby,” you said, voice thick with tears bubbling beneath your eyes as your hands encased his gently stubbled cheeks, his grin matching your own, voice thick, “Honey, whatever happens, I’m-,” his eyes becoming glassy, “I’m just so glad I’ve been able to do this with you. I love you so goddamn much.” He brought your lips back to his in a sweet, love filled kiss that made your stomach flutter.  The crackle of the microphone breaks you both away from your kiss, his embrace still on your hips. Tyler cranes his neck to look up at the JumboTron. 

Your eyes widening, putting your hands over your mouth and looking up at Tyler’s shock-parted lips as the arena broke into cheers. Tyler swings you around by your hips before bringing you to his lips again. 

A perfect score. 

—

As soon as Tyler rode out on Copper with you by his side during the award ceremony, and your picture was taken with his NRHA Championship trophy and Copper got his red, blue, and yellow tri-colored ribbon, you both were ready to load up Copper and drive all the way back to Arkansas. 

Photographers, interviewers, and cameras followed your little group out of the arena. Tyler and Copper both walked with pride in a way that showed a healthy balance of confidence and natural charisma. Copper not once flinched as cameras flashed as Tyler had him periodically stop for interviewers to ask questions, reins loose in his hand. Copper seemed to almost pose for the camera with his ears forward and moving with momentum whenever the cameras flashed; aware that he had done a good job and was being appreciated. You, on the other hand, preferred to be on the other side of Copper’s strong withers, away from the cameras, gently running your hand along his glistening coat; it took you and Tyler countless hours for it to gleam like gold. 

“Who would you say is someone who has always supported you on the road to winning this NRHA world championship title?”

You felt like you were hiding behind the near two ton animal, peeking over his strong neck to watch Tyler with his tipped up Stetson and near alabaster dress shirt. He turned from the interviewer to you with an easy grin on his face, gently reaching behind him to take your hand from underneath Copper’s neck, bringing you around his large head and into Tyler’s chest, placing a kiss to your forehead. You couldn’t help the blush that spread across your cheeks like wildfire as you gave the interviewer a shy toothy smile. 

“I’ve had the undeserved pleasure to have by my side, during this entire journey, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known; my wife.” You felt your throat tighten and tears start to bubble up in your eyes at his gesture, all while trying to subtly hide away into his shoulder as the interviewer seemed to soak up the sweet moment between the new NRHA world champion and his wife. 

“You’ll have to forgive her, my honeybee’s a bit shy.” he chuckled, the interviewer following suit before asking her final questions with you by his side. 

As the last of the interviewers left to talk to the other competitors, you and Tyler led Copper back to the trailer to get him bedded in the trailer for the long way home.

You tried to keep your thoughts pure as you walked through the trucks and trailers with Copper in tow, passing competitors that turned into friends; like Bradley Bradshaw and his oil black quarter horse gelding, Turn and Burn, and Natasha Trace and her sorrel chestnut mare, Rising Phoenix. Both of which had gotten in the top 5 tonight out of 38. 

But Tyler looked too good right now. Too good. And his display of affection in front of the interviewer made your insides warm and jumble inside you. 

His hair peeking out from under his stetson, the color subdued from sweat; his taut jeans around his slim waist; his obnoxiously large belt buckle that glimmered in the overhead lot lights; his flushed, sweat soaked skin; bright, fern green eyes, and the defined line of his jaw to his handsome dimples. 

It didn’t help that you got distracted watching him tend to Copper as you put the tack in the trailer, biting your lip as you watched the thin material of his shirt cling to his back muscles. 

“Honeybee, you alright over there?” You almost needed to shake your head out of your trance, before trying to quickly put the tack away in the closet of the trailer, trying to focus on the task at hand and not on your lewd thoughts. 

As soon as you turned around from putting the tack away, Tyler was at the entryway. Both hands on the edge of the storage space prevented any chance of escape, sluttily leaning his weight on the frame like the scantily-clad men in those romance books Tyler always teased you for reading. He didn’t have anything to complain about though; he reaped the reward of it everytime. 

Your eyes met his mischief filled ones. “You got something on your mind, Honey?” 

You diverted your gaze from his eyes to his Stetson. He noticed, promptly removing it and placing it over his denim-clad pelvis with a teasing smile as he saw your eyes follow his movement. He always loved the dust of pink on your cheeks when he flirted with you. He took a step into the trailer, feeling his intoxicating scent invade your senses. 

You took a step forward, letting your eyes obscenely run over from his sweat-slicked back hair, to the slight crook in his nose, to his plush lips. Leaning into his ear, “I’ll tell you once Copper is in the trailer. Fed and watered.” Tyler almost shivered at the barely decent tone you used. You both were in a public space for Christ’s sake. 

“Yes, ma’am.” 

You bit your lip, a chuckle vibrating in your chest at his pace towards the patient stallion grazing from his well deserved hay bag as soon the words left your lips.

—

After ensuring all of your belongings were packed away, you went to check on Tyler and Copper. As you turned the corner, Tyler was just finishing up putting the latches on the trailer. “How’s our big guy doing?” You asked, leaning against the side of the trailer. 

He turned to you, “fed, watered, and out like a light. Copper’s going to sleep well on the ride home. Gave him a few extra flakes of hay to keep him occupied.”

“Now,” he took a step closer to you, a smirk painted across his lips, “I wanna hear what was on your mind earlier, pretty girl,” he purred. 

You took a step closer to him with a flirtatious smile blooming on your face, reaching out for his belt loops on his jeans. 

— 

“Honeybee,” he whimpered, heading hitting back against his truck as you sunk to the dusty ground beneath your knees, scrambling to unbuckle his obnoxiously large belt buckle, and unzipping his denim jeans with a harsh tug. He hissed, “careful, sweets, don't want to damage the goods,” you chuckled before bringing his jeans down to his knees. His breath freezing in his throat as you ran your palms against his defined Adonis belt and abs, scratching at the hair of his happy trail as your smooth palm found its home - wrapped around his thick, pulsing cock in his briefs. Tyler's eyes clenched shut, a hiss leaking from his kiss-swollen lips as you began to pump him in a corkscrew motion. God, he looked so good like this. Letting you take care of him and make him crumble beneath the palms of your hands. 

“Jesus, sweetheart.” His hips stuttered as you gave his oh so sensitive, engorged tip delicate kitten licks before taking him into your mouth, sucking softly. Eyes drifting shut as you savored the subtle musk of your husband and the salty taste of the precum leaking out of his cock. You hummed around his dick as his fingers weaved into your hair, keeping his cock encased in your hot mouth. 

Jesus, the glorious sight in your mind- Tyler’s head and Stetson tipped back, lips agape, cheeks flushed pink with sweat and arousal, dress shirt unbuttoned, strong abdominal and pectoral muscles exposed from years of ranch work, hips jutting out as his jeans and briefs tethered his ankles as you worked his fat cock. 

A sound akin to a mewl left his lips as you bobbed your head along his length, working his cock with your saliva soaked hand. 

“Oh fu- baby, that feels so fucking good.” His graveled voice made you clench your thighs, his eyes opening to see you pumping his cock as you playfully sucked on his balls. Saliva dribbling down your lips to the dirt below, leaving your mark on the event grounds. Your sinful acts hidden in the shadows of your truck and trailer. 

This was definitely the best way to celebrate a world championship win, he thought through a hazy conscience as he failed to find a steady tempo of breath. 

You could feel the tightness of his balls and the steady throbbing of the vein running underneath his thick cock. His fingers tightening in your hair. 

“God-Fuck-” His trail of words were cut off with a deep groan he tried to muffle the best he could.

 His hand kept your mouth around his cock as he shot his load down your welcoming throat, letting you swallow every hot drop he had to give. His body slumping against the truck, catching his breath as you rose up off the dirt, tenderly tucking him back into his jeans, bringing your lips to his. 

After a few moments, Tyler deepened the kiss,  reaching for the backseat door. He broke away from your lips, littering your neck and collarbones with messy, open-mouthed kisses. Your lips would get swollen soon from how hard you were biting them to conceal your mewls. His hands palmed and toyed with your cotton-clad breasts, feeling his calloused fingers slide under your t-shirt to fondle at your steadily peaking nipples. “Baby, we might need to do this half-clothed,” you murmured against his lips. He let his lips leave yours, realizing where you guys were: on the outskirts of the arena grounds. 

“Well, Honeybee, we’ll just have to do it with your pants down then, pretty girl.” He smiled sinfully. His gravelly tone always made you clench your thighs in need, and feel excited and jittery inside; like a new-born foal learning to run. 

He stripped off his dress shirt, leaving him with chest and abs exposed in the shadow of the truck. Before you had the chance to admire his half-bare body, he was unzipping your jeans and pulling them down along with your panties in one fell swoop. He guided your legs out of them before placing his beloved Stetson on your head. The sight of you bare below the waist and his white stetson had his cock twitching again. 

He hopped on the seat, laying down on the leather upholstery. “Come on, honey girl, get up here. I want a taste.” He purred, eyes raking from your face down to the little honey stash between your thighs with a Cheshire-like grin. 

You chuckled, excitement thrumming through your belly like a current of electricity. His hands guided your hips over his twitching dick, over his thick pecs, and right above where he wanted you. Your breath catches in your throat as Tyler brings your hips down with his broad hands, clutching at your soft waist as he starts lapping at your drenched core.  

“Fuck, Ty-” you clutched at his tufts of hair that peaked through your fingers, like the daisies in the hayfields. He toyed with your clit, his stubble scratching deliciously against your sensitive inner thighs. He gently sucked on your clit to pull each sweet moan and gasp from your lips. His thick fingers forming troughs along the soft flesh of your hips and thighs, keeping your weeping pussy pinned above his eager mouth. 

“Please.”

He grunted as your hips rocked against him, his grip tightening on your hips, guiding your movements. Your head tipping back as your thoughts failed to construe into something tangible besides broken moans and words. It’s amazing how Tyler’s Stetson has stayed on during your impromptu ride. 

God, the sight he had from below your thighs; black t-shirt riding up to just below your bra, your hands clutching at his hair and your covered breasts, beautiful parted lips, reddened cheeks and his staple atop your head.

You looked divine like this. Hell, you were divine for wanting to marry him in the first place. 

He gave your clit a delicate kiss, just enough to make you whine a little. Littering kisses along your inner thighs, feeling the tender flesh quake above him as you protested him giving attention to places that weren’t where you needed him to be. He licked his lips savoring the sweet taste of you on his tongue, and gently teased two fingers at your entrance making you gasp and whimper at the intrusion.

“Baby, you look so good from down here, so fucking good.”

His graveled voice was marked by a unique breathlessness that times like these brought him. Your hands pushed your t-shirt up and your bra down to toy with your exposed breasts and perky nipples as the Oklahoma evening air pebbled them. Your hazy gaze looking downward at your lover’s tousled hair, flushed cheeks and lust-blown pupils with a characteristic devilish grin on his arousal soaked lips.

“Fuck, baby”

He smiled as he guided his fingers into your welcoming heat, your pretty moans music to his ears. 

His fingers finding the perfect tempo against that little spot inside you that made your toes curl against the upholstery of the car. His free hand holding an iron grip on your hip, keeping you steady.

If you hadn’t felt like you were going to cum before, you were now.  

Tyler could feel your velvet walls constrict around his welcomed digits. A soft yelp leaves your lips as he finds your clit again; toying and sucking at the delicate bundle of nerves at the apex of your thighs. He sucked harder the more you pulled at his hair.

“Tyler, I’m so close, please make me cum baby-please.”

The wanton, sultry tone your voice got in this state made him ache in his jeans and move his fingers that much more eagerly. 

You felt the familiar build up of pleasure in your tummy and the sparks of pleasure traveling from your toes. Tyler watched as you fell apart over him with a wracked moan of his name as his fingers continued to rub that special spot inside you, and as he continued to toy with your poor, abused clit.

He slowed his movements to a halt, letting his fingers leave to hold your hips steady, bringing his lips to languidly kiss and lathe at your cum soaked folds, drawing out any last sparks of pleasure and the sweet, little noises you always made for him. 

Your thighs shook with the aftermath of your orgasm, your body still ringing with small sparks of pleasure and sensitivity, your whimpers pouring out. 

He lathed his last set of kisses to your pussy before sliding your hips down to rest over his throbbing dick, hidden behind a layer of denim. 

Tyler brought both hands to encase your face, bringing your lips to his in a kiss full of teeth and tongue, your mouth going to the prominent vein on the side of his neck, lathing and marking the flesh as your own, spurred on by the deep groans of the man underneath you. He growled, feeling you bite into the skin there. It would surprise him if you didn’t draw blood. 

“I want to ride your thick cock, baby.” you simpered.

“Fuck, you make me so hard, Honeybee.” He growled, feeling you unzip his jeans, pulling out his aching cock and lining him up at your entrance. Gently teasing the tip, running it along your folds, letting it soak up your arousal. You smirked as you listened to the borderline moans that reverberated from his chest. He felt his eyes almost roll back at the feeling of your walls welcoming him in; back home. You watched with lust hazed eyes as his face was consumed with tension; his eyes clenched shut, brow lines rippling the tanned skin of his forehead, his tense jaw and kiss swollen lips. 

He guided your hips, savoring the feeling of you. His hips bucking up into your awaiting pussy as he got more and more invigorated for his release. 

“Fuck, Honey-fuck!” He growled as he felt your walls squeeze him for all he was worth. 

“God, you’re always so good for me, such a good fucking girl” he said as he held your hips tighter, fucking up into you at a faster pace than before. Gasps and moans falling from your lips as he pummeled that sweet, heavenly spot inside you that had you seeing a kaleidoscope of sensations behind your eyes, and your fingers clawing at his pecs and shoulders for stability. Tyler could feel the coil in his stomach tightening as his release was barreling towards him like a train going into a station. His abs tightening, pace unrelenting as he chased his high. He could feel you were close with this new set pace, your lips parted as sweet sounds echoed from your lips. He held on until he felt your walls snap close on him like a vice, your thighs shaking as your high washed over him with a broken moan and tremor. His hips rose, fucking into you one last time before releasing his hot load into your pretty pussy with a deep growl. 

—

He gingerly pulled up your panties, keeping his cum trapped between your folds. He snapped the button of your jeans closed as he languidly made out with you. He changed into a t-shirt that hugged his biceps just right, keeping his jeans on. You both silently changed into your new set of clothes with content, lovesick smiles on your face. You gave him a kiss as he passed you his sweatshirt to wear during the ride home. 

You both settled into the front seat of the truck. By now, most people had gone home, the bright stars above watching over you. He placed his Stetson on the backseat, smirking as he watched you reach out for the cowboy hat, placing it on your head with a cute smile that made him smirk and shake his head. 

He leaned over, placing a soft kiss to your lips. 

“I love you, Honeybee.”

“I love you too, Ty.”

You give his thick thigh a squeeze, smiling as he groans into the kiss. He pulled black from the kiss, putting the truck into drive. As soon as his hand is free, he takes your hand in his, making your cheeks warm at the gesture, kissing the back of it as he pulls out of the dirt road onto the interstate towards Arkansas.

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Hello! I was going to req some hc’s or like a drabble for the narrator/jack? Both SFW & NSFW if you can but if you can’t it’s fine ^^ (ur literally carrying the tag on ur back LMAO)

Jack/The Narrator x Medical Staff Male Reader

Drabble

I tried writing this from Jacks perspective.

I have to get used to calling him Jack again, since I had to call him Joe in my assignment, since that’s what hes called in the book. This is based off of the books ending, so maybe google it if you don’t know it?

I had the idea of the reader being medical staff a while ago, and id love to explore it more with both Jack and Tyler, both as the same person or as separate people. No smut, but I hope that’s still good :)

on the shorter side, but enjoy

Heaven was a slow and dull place. Cold white walls, cold white floors, cold white clothes, bland tasteless food and angels watching over you, making sure you ate every bite and checking that you took all the tasteless little tablets in tiny cups. Their eyes would bore into you as you swallowed down the little things, some even wanted to see under your tongue to make sure you had taken them all. Just follow orders, open your mouth please, life your tongue, to the right, to the left, thank you, you can close your mouth now.

The only angel that mattered in this place was… him. I could never remember his name, even though he wore a nametag like every other angel. The only thing I could remember with certainty was his eyes. Unlike the other angels and God who looked at me with badly hidden fear and disgust, he looked at me with patience and warmth, so warm. I don’t even think my mother ever looked at me with that much care.

He was the first angel I saw when I woke up, his hand holding mine, his thumb rubbing light circles over the scar on the back of my hand. Over Tylers scar. I couldn’t speak the first month or two I was here, almost blowing your face off would do that to you, but he was always patient to me, waiting between his questions like I somehow had the ability to answer.

Even when I felt so empty and hollowed out, he would show up, turn me over and wipe me down, because I had become so invalid, I couldn’t even wash myself. Even the space monkeys that wandered the halls as cleaners or whatever else seemed to like him. My angel. My guardian angel.

Hes poor you know, he does this because he loves us low lives. His dad offed himself in front of him when he was a kid, his mom overdosed in the bathtub when he was a teen. His aunt that took him in beat him. Hes just as lowly as us, but he’s so kind, even us space monkeys, he always takes care of us Sir, you’ll love him Sir.

Sir.

Sir.

Sir.

That’s all they call me, waiting with bated breath for him to return. For their messiah, for their God Tyler Durden to return. But all that was left was me, a loose-limbed scarecrow of a person, all jagged edges, and shadowed eyes. My angel always made sure I took the pills, I didn’t even care if he made me swallow cyanide, poison or some other drug that would leave me braindead. As long as he caressed my scarred cheek with those warm careful fingers afterwards, and spoke to me in that soft voice.

He must have noticed how I preened under his praise, because my angel kept praising me from then on. Soon thoughts of Project Mayhem and Space Monkeys and Marla meant nothing. As long as my angel was there to hold me when I wailed and seized through the different treatments, nothing mattered.

My angel made my insides twist and warm in ways neither Marla nor Tyler had ever made them twist. The medication God made me take made it so I couldn’t get hard, but I swear if I could, just thinking about my angel’s lips would have left me rock solid.

I wanted him to stay with me, but apparently that wasn’t advisable. He had other souls to check on, others to shine his light upon. But I never wanted him to go. He always caressed my hair before leaving, telling me to be good before he returned, and so I was. The time without him blurred together into a mess with no meaning.

Simply waiting for my angel to return again.

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Aching for Relief [E] - Tentoo x Rose fic

The Doctor (metacrisis) and Rose. Almost first time. Smut, dash of embarrassment, and a lot of fluff.

Summary:

She’s going to have to face him and they can’t pretend this isn’t happening. Well, if they can manage this, maybe the rest of their human lives isn’t such a challenge. Prompt: [redacted] They spend the night tending to her inflamed loins.

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Notes:

Fic translated from my previous work in the Castle fandom that is a bit interesting for a Tentoo x Rose first time fic. Domestic tender loving care.

Aching for Relief

It's a sweet relief. The clash of lips and teeth and tongues, the second the door closes. Anger, frustration, love and lust pouring into each other as hands claw and grope. Two days of travel, and catching up and confessions and today was finally theirs.

Somehow - neither are sure when - they made it through the hallway and are at the precipice of her bedroom. Eyes meet, questions unspoken are answered in each others expression, and so they continue straight through the doorway to the unknown.

Hands grasp and pull. In no time at all, they’re down to their underwear, Rose’s bra lost when he spun her onto the bed. The Doctor, her Doctor, is nestled between her thighs. His hands cup her breasts with such reverence she starts to wonder if he’s going to consummate their relationship or worship her. Realising there may be little difference when it comes to the two of them, she quirks a smile. Rose’s hands wander for another feel of that delicious backside and her fingers slip beneath the band to touch more skin.

The Doctor laves at her collar bones and explores the unique taste of his Rose. Eager thumbs caress her nipples, his slightly-more-than-human senses overwhelmed by her. Silken thighs holding him close, supple skin beneath him, deft hands working down his boxers about to expose him for the first time. A stillness breaks out across the room as the former Time Lord sits back a little, lowering his boxers as Rose props herself up on elbows to observe beneath her heavy lashes, with bated breath. His erection springs free and her eyes widen a little but she reigns herself in. The Doctor notices, ever attentive to her response, unsure whether this is her backing out or just taking him in.

A moment of hesitation as he wonders if they should continue. Rose has other plans and she reaches for him, needing him to know they’re okay, she’s ready for this to unfold. She takes his hands in hers, giving an almost imperceptible squeeze before placing them on her hips and catching the lace of her underwear with his thumbs. 

It’s settled, this is happening. The Doctor’s breath stutters as Rose raises her hips and helps him to uncover her.

The stillness becomes frenetic as they savour the moment, both so close and exposed, chests heaving before they collide. Coming up off the bed, Rose meets him halfway, arms wrapping around each other in a cocoon. Their mouths meet and any pretence of tenderness goes out the window as she nibbles on his bottom lip drawing out a low rumble she feels in his chest against her. One of his hands skates down between her thighs and he groans again as his fingers skitter across the hot, wet flesh. Rose goes slack jawed at finally being touched, finally feeling her Doctor against her so intimately.

Spurred on by the contact, her own hand seeks him out and is met with a gasp against her ear as she grasps the thick, velvet hardness of his cock. It’s too much to bear, everything almost - but not quite - there and she breathily whines, “Doctor.”

He’s slightly taken aback at that. Rose Tyler just begged him, breathlessly uttering his name with her hand on his- oh god. They’re finally doing this. A firm kiss to her lips and he reaches for his discarded jacket, pulling a foil packet out the pocket as best he can while Rose learns the intimacies of his skin by touch.

Taking her hand from him, the Doctor meets her eyes, swallowing thickly, “You’re sure?”

Rose licks her parted lips, hips seeking his, “Please.”

That second he commits the rest of his breaths to earning that syllable, entirely helpless to her. Now he knows with certainty that they both want this, no more time is wasted. The condom is rolled on and his hands run down the outside of her thighs. They fall open inviting him in fully. His hands take hold of her hips and the space between them becomes nothing, as he slides against her.

Guttural moans roll around the bedroom, eyes locking as Rose’s hand takes ahold of him and guides his engorged tip to her opening. Breath held in anticipation, his slow entry forces the air from her lungs. From the moment she’d laid eyes on him she knew he was going to be a challenge but this is something else. A gentle stretch, inch-by-inch, as the Doctor allows her to slowly adjust, burns with a sweet pleasure-pain.

After a few delicate half thrusts he is fully buried within her pulsating walls. There is not a chance in this galaxy that the Doctor is going to surrender to his own exquisite pleasure enough to close his eyes for a second. He’s going to savour every second. Rose’s nails are digging into his arms, eyes half open, lips parted with ragged breath and a primal involuntary whine emitting from her upon his every movement.

Pulling nearly all the way out, he begins a slow thrust back in, and Rose hisses with the burning stretch, still getting used to him. A steady pace is struck between them, long and deep strokes of the Doctor’s hips against Rose’s response with a tiny rocking motion. Things are going to be over all too soon for him, years of sensation pouring out in fantasy turned reality.

It’s then that she realises the pleasurably painful stretch the Doctor is providing has all but dissipated while the burning continues. If anything it’s intensifying with each torturous stroke. What was deeply erotic has suddenly become intensely uncomfortable.

Nails digging harder into him, Rose squirms a little. She’s still wrought with varying sensation and emotion - he’s interpreting it as pleasure. She manages to grunt out the unthinkable, “Ah- stop. Doctor.”

His singular heart sinks. Hips stopping as immediately as he processes the words. She’s changed her mind. She’s not ready. He’s a stranger, possibly this is a mistake. He tries to convey what he hopes is understanding in his eyes before pulling out but her heels dig into his backside, encouraging stillness. Tight grip still held on him, Rose breathes slow and measured, biting her lip while not meeting his eye.

Something is going on. He’s missed something. His not-quite-big-enough human-Time Lord brain has missed something.

“Rose?”

She sighs and squeezes her eyes tight shut, whispering roughly, “Did you use a condom?”

“Yeah, don’t worry. We’re okay-” he brings a hand to her face tenderly trying to reconnect with her.

 “No- I- you need to move,” her whole body is tense, legs still gripping, deadly serious, “Slowly.”

Now he’s entirely lost, no clue whether she’s changed her mind, or worse. What if he’s hurt her? Whatever it is, she certainly isn’t in the moment with him any more. Rose appears to struggle, brow still furrowed before she lets out a deep breath and speaks at last.

“Allergic to,” she swallows, torn between her own annoyance and the painful sensation, tonight was meant to fix them, be the start of them, “Allergic to latex.”

The Doctor immediately stiffens and looks down where they’re joined before meeting her eyes, she looks shy and uncomfortable. He will do anything in his power to never see her so out of her stride again.

“I didn’t know. How didn’t I know? I’m sorry!” She shakes her head at him, breathing still measured.

“Just, slowly,” he pulls out a little, softening cock aiding their relief mission,  “God! So slowly- yeah, that.”

Her thighs tremble a little as they drop to his sides, opening herself up to allow his exit. The slow slide now feels like a raw burn and she doesn’t realise she’s closed her eyes until his hands gently remove hers from his arms. Shit, she really was gripping him.

“Sorr-”

“Don’t you dare.” His voice thick with earnest, one of his hands tenderly holds hers while he manoeuvres himself from within her and finally lies at her side.

For the first time in his expansive life, the Doctor is entirely unsure what to do now. He’s had his fair share of disasters, but as a Time Lord with considerable resources they’ve been righted, laughed off...  anything but this. This, this is all new. This is Rose Tyler, it was meant to be perfect. They were going to be magnificent. Somehow, laughing this off isn’t quite right. Not when he’s gone and introduced something she’s allergic to, into the most intimate and delicate areas of her body.

Rose’s breathing is remarkably even; she’s still calming herself. It’s too late to save her any pain and he knows it. Her thighs are still parted wide, one of her hands rests on her chest the other her stomach as if to ground herself. Oh Rose.

“What can I do?” He enquires turning to face her, “I swear if I knew, Gods, Rose, I never would have. We didn’t even have to. All this time and space and I couldn’t wait another day-”

 Her hand leaves her chest and the back of it lands on him, effectively silencing him. “Don’t. It’s my fault. I was too caught up to think. Probably to even remember to use one. You saved us a bigger mess there, eh?”

That’s not new, Rose trying to bring levity to a situation. Soothing him. From his perspective alone this is awkward for her, that’s discounting any pain she’s currently in.

“Are you - I don’t know - do you need medication?” She remains still except for the rise and fall of her chest, feet planted on the bed, exposed to the room. He’s fairly sure that this kind of vulnerability and exposure is not one she’d offer so willingly with their first sexual encounter given a choice, which means she really must be in pain. What has he done?

“Hmm,” beginning to move herself, “No, it’s not threatening. I just, hmm,” she considers, trying to reign in the awkwardness she feels, “Just gonna nip to the bathroom.”

“Of course. Anything you need.”

Rose rises from the bed, diligently keeping her legs from touching which does nothing to quell his unease. At the edge of the bed she sits to get up and sucks in a breath, immediately removing herself from contact with the sheets. A blush stains her cheeks as she hangs her head, “I can’t believe this is happening. Could you- could you not look?”

A please might have been lamely tacked onto the end of that but he’s busy noisily rustling the sheets, physically turning his whole body to face the corner. The least he can do is afford her some dignity as she hobbles to the bathroom.

A murmurs of thanks and the closure of the bathroom door are the only sounds he hears before realising just how quiet the night is. As much as he wants to help, he’s feeling lucky beyond belief that they’ve made it this far. If there is one thing the Doctor knows it is Rose Tyler. The metacrisis couldn’t take that from him. Even without prior experience in this particular arena, he is well aware that it is far too soon to offer (well, more accurately, for her to accept) intimate care.

But he would.

—

Ten minutes later, Rose has still not emerged and he’s pulled on some boxer briefs. Trying not to pry is fruitless when it’s just the two of them, on the precipice of something wonderful in her silent apartment.

He hears every intake of breath and running of the tap. The Doctor knew he was in deep but he didn’t realise what that meant until the domestics started to creep in. How readily he’d walk in there and tend to every inch of her skin without so much a pleasure seeking urge.

On the other side of the door, Rose finds herself running out of options. She’s tried cold water on toilet paper but it’s all too soggy and fleeting with its comfort. She tried guiding the shower head to her tender and inflamed flesh but the water felt too abrasive.

Naked in the dead of night, in her bathroom, with her whole universe just the other side of the door. Not a position she really thought she’d find herself in. Okay, maybe she had. Minus the leaving before it got really good. Certainly not with a latex reaction burning its way through her… well her everything. A hot and throbbing pain burned uncomfortably internally, externally and low in her pelvis. She didn’t have to touch herself (couldn’t think of anything worse) to know that she was swelling, at least it was a local reaction, that was something right? Well, fuck.

Gentle knocking at the door reminds her of the Doctor’s presence. There is no quick fix, it’s something she’ll have to wait out and ease the discomfort until it does. She’s going to have to face him and they can’t pretend this isn’t happening. Well, if they can manage this, maybe the rest of their human lives isn’t such a challenge.

“Rose?” he sounds concerned, “How are you doing? You’ve been a while.”

A groan emits unbidden from her lips, “Doctor.” It’s a wish and an apology.

“I’m coming in, okay.” Not that she has a chance to object, she’s glad for that because she needs him to help her work out how to get them past this awkward moment that was meant to be their first time.

She’s bent over the sink, resting her elbows and hiding her face in shame. Such contrast to her how legs are parted and displaying everything she has under the harsh bathroom light but she simply cannot stand the heat or pressure of closing them. Her back jerks at the touch of his hand but she settles as he smoothes it across her spine. Tingles rupture from his touch and she wishes she could act on that.

“I’m reall-”

“Don’t. We’re down the rabbit hole now.” He’s surprised by how accepting and deprecating her words are, this Rose that has found him, bared herself to him, distract, bluster or bite.

“Okay, so. Let me help.” Before the inevitable protest arrives he intercepts, “You’re having an allergic reaction, that’s not going away anytime soon and neither am I. You’re only other option is to grab your clothes and run and from the looks of it you can’t stand straight. So let me help.”

His hand soothes down her spine and he places a kiss at the nape of her neck, something he’s been tempted by so many times while reaching past her to pilot the TARDIS. Now that he can, he may never stop.

“I don’t know what to do, Doctor.” A pitiful sound from a woman so strong. He feels her relax a little, starting to share the weight and unload.

“What do you normally do?”

She snorts, “Use latex free?”

“Which has been duly noted, top of my shopping list and will never happen again.”

She cocks an eyebrow at him in the mirror, “There’s an again?”

“Well,” he scratches the back of his head, “Provided I haven’t permanently incapacitated you. Don’t you think there will be?”

“Yes.” Startled by the bluntness of her own admission, Rose drops her hands and straightens up a little, placing them by the basin.

“So, what do you normally do-” their eyes catch in the mirror.

“Ah, it hasn’t. I mean, it started as a teen, dishwashing for cash at a greasy spoon. Y’know, with gloves. I assumed whatever reaction my hands had wasn’t worth risking elsewhere sooo,” sucking in a breath, “always made sure to have latex-free.” He nods, still feeling apologetic.

“Well, if you have a reaction on your skin, what do you do?”

She breathes out slowly, “Put a cold compress on it and take some painkillers for the swelling.” Her last word trails off on his hiss.

“Swelling? How do you react?” Catching her gaze in the mirror and looking slightly startled.

She wants the ground to swallow her up now. With his hand providing comforting pressure on her lower back and a puppy dog look in his brown eyes, the answers are drawn from her.

“Where ever has, come into contact,” tactfully choosing her words, “Usually gets red and swollen, kinda irritated.”

“Ouch. Okay, well, cold compresses and painkillers we can do. If you don’t have any there’s that handy little shop up the road, a tiny supermarket. Excellent idea… Unless you think a bath would be better…” he suggests, hopefully helpful, with a slight squeeze to her hip. The contact is already as natural as breathing.

“I, umm, tried but, the water’s,” she rolled her eyes at the ridiculousness, “The water feels too harsh.”

“Right, it’s settled. You’re coming back to bed and I’ll fetch the supplies.” Her shoulders dropping is not a move that he misses, “Besides, we’ve saved each other from impromptu wedding nights with intergalactic species, this is nothing. By tomorrow it’s just another one of our stories.”

A small chuckle slips from her lips and she finally stands upright, as well as she can while preventing her thighs touching the irritated skin between them. Rose has no idea how she’s going to travel to the bed without dying of shame when her Doctor, once more, saves her.

“Do you want a hand or shall I just go fetch-” her head shake was immediate, so with a smile of understanding he presses a kiss to her forehead, leaving for the kitchen.

The warmth and love she immediately feels from the simple gesture of his lips against her is equally relaxing and arousing. She is reminded of just how new, yet old, this dance of theirs is.

By the time the Doctor comes back with a tray in his hands, she’s reclined on the bed, propped up with pillows. She’d felt a little exposed in her vulnerable state; her new lover in a long time partners body was quite something. On her way back to bed she’d snatched his t-shirt and pulled it over her head. Not too far off her own size, but it smells of the universe and him. The man himself is placing a tray on the bed as he comes to sit beside her. It’s stocked with a compress, painkillers, a glass of water, hot chocolate and toast.

“Doctor. You didn’t need to.” He shrugs her off.

“It’s the least I can do as your… house guest,” his eyes meet hers suggestively, they’re not going to dwell on semantics tonight, “You’ve crossed universes, fought time and Daleks, had a frankly shocking zeppelin ride to get home, accepting me along with it, and then I did this.” Gesturing towards where her thighs are parted and precariously covered by the hem of his shirt, “Help yourself, though I see you already did-” plucking at the shirt of his she wears, eyes shining at her with a smirk, “Looks far better on you.”

There’s a flush to her cheeks as her heart races with something she’s not prepared to put a name to tonight, but knows she will soon. She merely whispers, “Thank you.”

He nods in ascension, gentle smile still prying at his lips as he wraps a towel around the compress and extends his arm towards her midsection with it, unsure, she’s about to take it from him when he decides to proceed with caution anyway. Rose holds her breath, the enormity of the situation pressing onto her chest, that he is tending to her so intimately. Well, that and the uncertainty of how much it might hurt when he makes contact with her skin. With the gentlest of touches, the Doctor delicately peels back the edge of her borrowed shirt and carefully presses the cool compress to her inflamed skin.

Rose hisses and bites her lip with closed eyes, controlling her reactions. The cool pressure at her opening is relieving with an edge of a sting. She is more than willing to put up with that for the way it’s calming her throbbing heat.

“That okay?” His eyes had never left her face, wanting to watch her reaction lest he do something wrong, and afford her some dignity until she was fully settled with him.

“Mmm.”

Though she was still somewhat edgy, nervous about this vulnerability and exposure especially so immediately into this new chapter of their relationship, the Doctor felt a sense of pride in himself and in her.. Tonight was best kept light, not one to spill endless depth of emotion and to relive old traumas. With that he nudged her in the side, prompting her to open her eyes.

“I do hope I didn’t make this for nothing,” teasing to his tone as he hands her the hot drink, waiting as she jiffles herself against the pillows and adjusts the compress so she can drink.

“Well, I’d hate to be rude,” snuggling the mug between two hands and shooting that smirk that had occupied so many of his thoughts on lonely nights. The Doctor moves himself to sit beside her middle, enjoying his own drink, heart doing a happy dance with how she relaxes into his care, reaching for a slice of toast. It causes her to lean over far enough that the compress strokes against her and she pauses with a frown. Oh.

As usual, the Doctor misses nothing, taking some toast and putting it in her hand. A concerned look surreptitiously drops to the source of the pain. She accepts her toast gladly and they spend a few minutes chewing in silence.

Once she’s done with the eating, Rose goes for the painkillers, giving him a grateful look when he hands them to her before a similar uncomfortable incident occurs again. When they’re both done with their drinks and Rose is settling happily into the plush pillows behind her, he takes their cups and puts them on the tray, removing everything from the bed. This time he returns to kneel beside her, concerned look on his face.

“How is it? Is it more comfortable? I know you won’t feel great but, still. I picked the softest towel I could find for the compress-” he’s talking at Doctor-speed on a continuous rush of air and she stops him with a moan.

“Mmm,” when she speaks again it’s less convincing however, “Very soft, I’m just very sensitive.”

“Duly noted,” he counters, diffusing any tension as she rolls her eyes at him, “Is it not a bit cold?”

“A bit,” she chews on her lip, debating something in her head and he takes her hand, running his thumb over the back of her knuckles. It brings more relief than any compress or painkiller could.

“Let me get rid of it for a while,” she tenses at his words, “I’ll keep it nearby, but I don’t want to add pneumonia to your maladies tonight.”

“I don’t think your bits can get pneumonia.”

“Bits? Did Rose Tyler just refer to her own genitalia as ‘bits’?”

“Did the Doctor just use the word ‘genitalia’ while trying to get his hands on mine?”

It’s so very them, their banter translates well - gods, if they can pull through universes and invasions, of course they can manage this. In the light of the moment he carefully removes the compress, taking care not to brush her and leans slightly, with curiosity, alarmed at how red and puffy she looks. He reminds himself that he still doesn’t really know what she looks like normally, so he just hopes that this isn’t too bad. He can’t help but think it might be.

Rose tugs at his arm while he hesitates with his eyes on her aforementioned ‘bits’.

“Don’t,” she huffs, “This isn’t how I imagined you’d first see me.”

“Hey,” he drops the compress and scoots to lay out beside her, pulling her into his side and wrapping his arms around her. His heart soaring when she lets him, draping her arm across his middle, “We’ve got plenty of time to be seeing each other. Besides, I’m just happy that you’d imagine I would see you naked. Even happier with your use of the word ‘first’, he pauses, her fingers doodling across his slender midsection, “It suggests a sequel.”

The snort of laughter she releases flutters across his chest on a breath, “You should be so lucky.”

“I think I might,” he edges, feeling the tension seep out of her body, breathing slowing.

“Yeah, you might.”

There’s no might about it. The Doctor, this Doctor, is the luckiest man in the universes tonight, with Rose Tyler in his t-shirt and his arms. So all did not go as planned and he’ll apologise profusely and show her just how good they can be tomorrow.

For tonight they’re together and that’s enough.

[of-twilight-and-moonshadow]

WWE Masterlist

Fluff = 💕 (count: 12)

Smut = 💦 (count: 0)

Angst = 💔 (count: 2)

Main Roster - Smackdown / Raw

Baron Corbin - Safe 💕

Roman Reigns - Always Have, Always Will 💕

Seth Rollins - Too Little, Too Late 💔  

Finn Balor / Fergal Devitt - Luck in Love  💕 

NXT

Adam Cole - Never Should’ve Let You Go 💕       

 --------  Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four

Kyle O’Reilly - Cookie Dough Kisses  💕

NXT UK

Marcel Barthel - Always There   💕

Marcel Barthel, Fabian Aichner - What’s Mine 💕

Tyler Bate - Perfect Chance💕

Trent Seven - Notice Me 💕

[gorey-maiden]

Norman bates Valentine’s Day special 💝 (smut👀) - fem reader

"I love you so much that my heart stops beating"

.•.•.

After a lovely dinner with Norman you both go back home, the night was very chilly and you wanted to warm up you walk into your bedroom and take off your jacket and shoes "hey Norman I'm gonna take a shower" I call from the bathroom starting the water "o-okay love!" He calls back you go and lean of the door farm looking at him siting on the bed taking his tie off "aren't you going to join me" you smirk he looks at you blushing "I c-can" he looks like little puppy with his eyes so big you walk back near the shower and slip off your dress and undergarments and step under the warm water groaning with delight I feel Norman step in a second after his arms wrapped around your waist perfectly you always said you two where like puzzle pieces you fit together so well, you lean your head back resting it on Norman's shoulder you then turn around and give him a surprise kiss catching him slightly off Guard he blushes and returns the kiss soon you two are making out he then pins you to the cold tiles of the shower walls goosebumps forming he moans into the kiss, you of course feel his hardened cock brushing against your thigh you moan feeling yourself throb, you part your legs giving him a hint he gladly accepts and lifts one of your legs his hand grasping your thigh, he pushes himself into you, you both moan loudly the sounds of water running and lust feeling the room. After going at it for a bit you two are exhausted and end up dirtier than when you got in, you both was up and Norman grabs you both towels, you dry off and get dressed which the clothes just consist of panties and one of Norman's sweaters which makes him very flustered see you in his clothes but what doesn't. You climbed into bed throwing the cozy warm blanket around you crawling on top of your adorable boyfriend "I love you Norman" I say drifting to sleep "I love y-you too y/n" he replies sleepily.

A/n AGAIN this was posted on Valentine’s Day in wattpad but not published on here till now :/

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Started: 11/18/19

Finished: 11/25/19

[ohnojustimagine]

Beauty To My Eyes

Tyler Bate/Reader 3220 words; Smut/Explicit

This was a request from possibly the very best and nicest person in the whole of tumblr, @oreillyskyle and I am SO SORRY it took this long to write. (I am catching up on requests, finally, it’s just been a slow process for various reasons.)

***

You’ve been working at the vegan speciality grocer’s for about a year now, and you’ve actually grown to like it. Retail is what it is, of course, but this isn’t just some mindless standing behind a till, you’ve had to learn about things like nutrition and protein and legumes versus soy, because people are always asking questions. You’re not vegan yourself, but you find the science behind it all pretty interesting.

The shop is mostly busy enough to keep both you and your boss occupied, but you’re not constantly rushed off your feet, which feels like a luxury compared to your last job. There’s a good mix of regular customers, and the nature of the place unfortunately means that some of them are obnoxious hipsters, but the nice ones are nice enough that they almost make up for the others.

And your favorite nice one is Tyler, who’s super-polite and knowledgeable and has a smile that can make you feel like you’re melting. He’s cute and blonde and not so tall (though a good few inches taller than you) but he’s built. The guy is like, deliciously thick, and you often have to remind yourself not to creepily stare at his thighs while he’s browsing the aisles. You’re kind of curious how on earth he finds jeans that fit him, what with the way the fabric strains over his quads, but you’re not going to complain.

Sometimes he seems to disappear, and there’ll be no sign of him for a month or so at a time, but he always returns eventually.

“Been a while,” you say, casually, when today he approaches the counter with a basket of items but truthfully your heart might have just skipped a beat or two at the sight of him.

“Yeah,” he says, smiling at you, “I was in the US for work.”

“Cool,” you reply, looking down as you scan a package of tofu, and you don’t want to be intrusive, but you feel as if you know him well enough now to ask, “What’s ‘work’, then?”

He tilts his head slightly to one side, like he’s assessing you, just for a moment, and says, “I wrestle.”

You nod, because you have a vague idea what that probably means. “Olympic wresting or like, Hulk Hogan wrestling?”

His smile widens out into a grin. “Hulk Hogan wrestling.”

“My brother’s into that,” you say, and you think to yourself that next time you see him you should ask him if he’s heard of Tyler, but you know you’ll forget. “All done,” you say, handing him the bag you’ve filled with his few purchases.

“Thanks,” he says, and as he takes it, his fingers brush briefly over your knuckles. You’re certain the touch is accidental, but you still can’t help blushing, your face burning hotly as you glance down at the floor. When you look back up, Tyler’s still standing there, giving you a curious, studied stare, but he doesn’t say anything else, simply raising his hand slightly as a goodbye before he walks away.

And ugh, you scold yourself, he must think you’re a total fucking idiot, going bright red at the slightest touch like some simpering schoolgirl. There have been times in the past when you’ve let yourself wonder if Tyler’s flirting with you, but you know it’s only wishful thinking, just a pleasant daydream, because you’re sure you’re not his type.

You’re not ugly, you’re aware of that, but you’re also aware that guys like Tyler don’t go for girls like you. He’s probably dating some instagram-worthy fitness model with abs as impressive as you imagine his are, one of those girls who does triathlons for fun and actually likes kale. And while you’ve got nothing but admiration for girls like that and how hard most of them must work to stay like that, it’s not you.

You’re soft and curvy, with breasts and hips and a generous ass and a stomach that is not exactly flat, let alone anything resembling a six pack. And yeah, you like your body, you don’t hate yourself, not at all, but you do hate how insecure you sometimes feel about the way you look.

The door of the shop closes behind Tyler, and you sigh to yourself, going back to work.

The weeks pass, and you don’t see him again, and you wonder if he’s gone back to the States or if he’s realized how pathetically bad your crush on him is and doesn’t want to further embarrass you. Probably the last one, you think, and resign yourself to it, because that’s pretty much how your love life goes.

***

You’re a few minutes from shutting up shop one evening when two kids wander in, and you can tell they’re going to be trouble just by looking at them. They’re both similarly skinny, though one’s taller than the other, and their loud voices and identical sneers give you a sinking, uneasy feeling.

Usually you wouldn’t be alone this near to closing, late and well after dark, but your boss has had to go home early as his daughter’s sick, so tonight you’re by yourself. You’ve found in the past that the best way to deal with these kinds of assholes is to be direct, so you check your phone’s in the pocket of your apron and then approach them, saying, “Can I help you?”

“You got any chips, love?” the taller one says.

“Over there,” you say, pointing, though you know that’s not what they mean. “There’s vegie chips and some gluten-free crisps.”

“Chips,” the other one says, enunciating the word like you’ve simply failed to understand. “Not your fucking hippie food.”

“Sorry,” you say, “but there’s a fish and chip shop just around the corner, I’d suggest you try there.”

“You’d suggest, would you?” he replies, taking a step towards you, and it takes every ounce of mental strength you have not to back up. His eyes are hard and glittering, and he doesn’t look away from you as he reaches over to the nearest shelf, hand moving along as he knocks several jars of tahini onto the floor. You don’t flinch at the sound of the glass shattering, strangely loud in your ears yet still quieter than your own racing heartbeat.

“Oops,” the kid says, leering. “Why don’t you clean those up for me, darling?”

The other laughs, and adds, “Nothing better than a fat girl down on her hands and knees, scrubbing the floor where she belongs.”

You swallow hard, but hold their gazes, knowing if you show any weakness, they’ll be quick to take advantage. They both move closer, looming over you, and your hand is ready on your phone when a voice says, “Is there a problem here, lads?” And when you look across the shop, shocked, it’s Tyler.

The kids turn, giving him the once over, and you can see their attitude immediately change as they take in the size of him, the solid bulk of his muscles. “No problem, mate,” one says.

“Yeah,” the other adds, “we were just going.”

As they head towards the door, Tyler takes a few quick steps, positioning himself between you and them. His shoulders are squared off, hands clenched into fists at his sides, and it’s only when the door is closed and the boys are out of sight that you see his stance loosen, the tension visibly seeping from his body.

“Thanks,” you say, exhaling a shaky breath, as Tyler turns to face you.

“You’re welcome,” he says. “Pair of right little shits, they seemed like.”

“Yeah,” you say, staring down at the mess on the floor. It’s not too bad, so you find some paper towel, tearing off a few large handfuls and beginning to scoop up the tahini and glass.

“Is there a mop somewhere?” Tyler asks.

“Don’t worry about it,” you tell him. “You’ve already helped enough.”

“Don’t be silly,” he replies. “Where’s the mop?”

You look at him, and you’re suddenly too tired to argue. “Out the back, behind the counter.” Tyler nods, and heads off to fetch it.

You’ve picked up the worst of the mess by the time he gets back, and he swirls the mop over the floor, dipping it into the bucket and squeezing it out several times.

“There,” you say, dusting off your hands as you toss the paper towels in the bin. “At least they didn’t break something that smells bad, I guess.”

“True,” Tyler agrees. “You headed home now?”

“Yeah. Closing time, thank goodness.”

“Would it be okay if I walked you to the tube or the bus or wherever?”

“My flat’s not far,” you reply. “Honestly, I’m fine.” And you’re not, but you don’t want to take advantage of his kindness any further.

He frowns at you, seemingly concerned, and there’s a tiny little wrinkle between his eyebrows that’s distractingly adorable. “If you don’t mind,” he says, “I’d feel better if I saw you home safely.” You open your mouth to protest, but he holds up one hand and adds, “Just indulge me.”

You shrug, allowing yourself a small smile. “Proper knight in shining armour, aren’t you?”

He smiles back at you. “That’s me.”

“Fine,” you say, taking off your apron and hanging it up before grabbing your coat and bag, locking the door of the shop as Tyler stands patiently beside you.

Your flat’s only ten minutes or so away, and neither of you say much on the walk. But it’s nice, you muse, to have someone beside you as you make your way home, especially someone like Tyler. Usually when you walk home after dark, you’re careful to be at least somewhat aware of your surroundings, trying to be alert. But with Tyler at your side, you relax, striding along in step beside him, his arm occasionally jostling against yours.

“This is me,” you say, stopping in front of your building.

He stops too, standing next to you, and he’s waiting, you can see that. “I mean…” you start, and you want to tell yourself you’re being stupid, but he’s not leaving, and he’s looking at you, and you don’t want to assume, but…

He’s looking at you, and his eyes are soft and serious, and you feel light-headed, and maybe it’s just the adrenaline, but you chance it. “If you wanted to come up for a beer or a coffee or something.” You laugh, awkward. “Cup of tea, even.”

“That would be good,” he says. “Yeah.”

He follows you up the stairs in silence, and you’re so nervous your hands are trembling, but you manage to unlock your door.

Your flat’s only small, just a tiny one-bedroom, and you put down your things and head straight to the kitchen area, trying to keep your voice even as you ask, “What would you like?”

And you can feel him behind you, even before he speaks. You turn to face him, and he’s so close it’s almost agonizing, that he’s not yet touching you. “This,” he says, leaning in slowly. “This is what I’d like.” And then he’s kissing you, his mouth covering yours, tongue licking past your lips as you open up to him, closing your eyes. His hands are on your waist, and as the kiss starts to deepen, they slide down to grab your ass, stroking and squeezing.

You gasp into his mouth, and he pulls back, his pause just long enough that you begin to question things, doubt yourself. Perhaps this is just him feeling sorry for you, after what happened earlier? “You don’t have to,” you say, compelled to give him an out, an excuse if he needs one. “I’m all right.”

“I know,” Tyler says. “But I want to.”

You take a deep breath, and say, “Okay,” and you don’t know what it is about him, but somehow you’re ready to believe him, able to trust him. “Come on, then,” you say, and lead him into your bedroom.

You don’t turn the light on as you enter, but Tyler walks straight over to your bedside table, switching on the lamp you keep there. It’s not bright, but it casts a soft glow over the room.

“Oh,” you say, suddenly feeling shy. You’ve never been one for having sex with the lights on, finding it makes you so self-conscious you struggle to enjoy yourself. “Do we need that?”

“Yeah,” Tyler says, with a smile so dirty it sends a shiver through you, pulsating hot between your legs, “we do.”

He kisses you again, then grabs the hem of your t-shirt, dragging it up and over your head. His fingers trace down between your breasts, over the soft swell of your stomach, worrying at the waistband of your skirt, before pulling it down, past your hips, falling to his knees as he slides it slowly off your legs. He doesn’t stand up, and you tentatively rest your hands on his shoulders, fingers tracing the outline of the hard arcs of muscle.

Tyler kisses your stomach, licking and biting there, making small noises of pleasure with every movement, gradually making his way back to his feet, leaving a warm, wet trail over your skin. You reach behind yourself, swallowing nervously as you unfasten your bra, letting it slip off your arms, and you can hear Tyler inhale sharply as he stares down at your breasts. And you know if you start to think too much you’re going to lose your courage, start letting your doubts about why he’s doing this again creep in, so you quickly slide off your panties, standing before him naked.

“Fuck,” he says, and there’s no question of what’s in his voice, that he wants you. “God, you’re beautiful.”

You blush as he takes your hand, guiding you, positioning so you’re lying back on the bed, and then stands there for a moment, looking down at you. His mouth is slightly open and you can see him breathing, his chest rising and falling. With most guys you’d be resisting the urge to cover yourself, especially with the light on, but Tyler stares at your body with worshipful, hungry eyes, gaze raking over you, his desire so blatantly raw that it’s like electricity across your skin.

He toes off his shoes, hurriedly pulling off his t-shirt, and then lies down beside you, jeans still on.

He rests his thumb and forefinger on your chin, tilting your face up towards him, kissing you, softer this time, and after a few minutes his hand slides downwards, caressing your breast. He lowers his head to suck on your nipple; at first with delicate, pursed lips, but then opening wider, taking more into his mouth, sucking harder as his tongue flicks over the tip. His teeth scrape tentatively across your skin, and you hiss lightly at the sensation.

“That okay?” he asks, and you nod fervently in reply. He grins and moves back in, biting harder this time, moving across your body to your other breast, not holding back, and you arch up into it, moaning as his hand moves down to the slick heat between your thighs, stroking, exploring.

Your hips jerk up as his thumb finds your clit, rubbing firm circles over it, his fingers sliding through your wetness to push inside you, fucking in and out, the pressure just right.

And you grab hold of his arm, trying to steady yourself, thinking that maybe you should wait, not be greedy, but it’s clear Tyler’s aware that you’re close, as he leans in, biting your ear lobe softly before he whispers, “Let me see you.” You’re always embarrassed by how loud you are when you come, but Tyler only urges you on, his hand not stopping as he murmurs dirty encouragements, telling you how good you are, so hot, so lovely, just like this, just for him. And you can’t wait, not anymore, orgasm slamming through you so hard it’s like an impact, breaking you apart in the best possible way.

You lie there, trying to get your breath back, and Tyler licks his fingers, one by one, sucking the taste of you away until he’s satisfied.

He rolls off the bed, standing, and you prop yourself up on bent elbows, sated but somehow still wanting more, watching as he unfastens his jeans, pulling them down along with his underwear, bending to get them off from around his feet. And when he straightens up, you can’t stop staring: at his thighs, his cock, his body, all of it, and he’s so gorgeous you can hardly believe he’s real, let alone here in your bedroom about to fuck you.

“Condoms?” he asks.

You gesture at the bedside table. “In the drawer there,” you say, secretly smug that it’s not so very long since you restocked. Tyler finds the box, hurriedly taking out one, biting it open, and there’s an edge to his movements, enough that you realize he’s not so calm anymore, that he needs this, needs you in a way you hadn’t anticipated, and it sends a shocking little thrill through you, knowing you’re affecting him like this.

He rolls on the condom and climbs back up over you, kissing you again for a minute, his tongue forceful and desperate now, and you spread your legs wide beneath him. He stops, looking at you, then reaches down to grip himself, sliding his cock into you, and you moan, finally unashamed, letting yourself fall into the feeling as he begins to fuck you.

And he knows what he’s doing, hips rolling smooth, moving, building up, and mostly you can’t ever come twice in one session, and never this fast, but his cock is something else, going harder and faster and hitting all the right places. He thrusts into you, hissing out a long, bitten-off groan as he comes, and at the same time, your cunt clenches around him, the orgasm not as powerful as the first, but still so good it leaves you breathless.

Tyler lies over you for a minute, face buried in your neck, and for a second you think he might have fallen asleep, but then he sits up, pulling off the condom. “There’s a bin there,” you say, pointing, and he knots the condom off, tossing it before lying back down with a sigh, wrapping his arms around you.

You run your hand across the broad expanse of his chest, snuggling up beside him. “I can go,” he says, after a bit. “If you’d rather.”

“No,” you say, “stay.”

“Okay.” He nods. “I’ll take you out for breakfast in the morning, yeah?”

You laugh briefly, the sound muffled against his skin.

“What?” he asks.

“It’s just…” you say, shaking your head. “I think you might be perfect.”

“I’m far from perfect.”

“I don’t believe you,” you say.

“Nah,” he replies, voice lazily satisfied. “I’ve got plenty of flaws.”

“Like what?” You’re curious, raising your head to look at him.

“Maybe you’ll have to find out,” he says, hand cradling your jaw, thumb stroking along your lips. You suck the tip of it for a moment, biting down gently. Tyler smiles at you, then adds, “Might take a while, though.”

You shrug. “I’ve got time,” you say. “I like a challenge.”

“Yeah,” Tyler says, softly. “Me too.”

[daddyhendo]

FUCK SOMEONE PLEASE SAVE ME! 😫😫😫💀💀💀 DONT FORGET TO REBLOG

[wwesmutdonedirtcheap]

Wishful Thinking

Summary: Ever since the boys from the UK crashed into NXT, you’ve grown incredibly close to them. Tyler and Pete both have feelings for you but Tyler is the only one who actually verbalizes it. What happens when Pete walks in on Tyler and you consummating your new relationship, after the two of you have already hooked up? Voyeurism/Threesome - Inspired by a convo with @alexispoo who helped me a lot with the plot. :)

Tags…Yeah, you know.

“Workin’ late again?”

I looked up from my computer, to see Tyler standing in the doorway.

“Well, you know…The job of an NXT intern never stops,” I laughed nervously.

I had been interning for almost a year while I finished my communications major at college. I had seen lots of wrestlers walk through the doors but Tyler was one of the most beautiful. Not only that, but he was kind and funny. He had an effect on me that only a few people did. One of those being his in ring rival. Pete made my stomach do flip flops when he even looked at me. There was no way that either one of those guys would show legitimate interest in a lowly intern like me.

At least that was what I thought until several months ago. Tyler and Pete had both been hanging around me more than usual. We had always been friends but they suddenly seemed more interested in what I had to say. I caught them staring at me sometimes…Possibly with a hint of the same longing I felt for both of them? They were more protective too, mainly from each other.

Now, Tyler’s eyes on me were so intense that they made me quiver on the inside.

“You want some company?”

“Ok,” I laughed absently, trying my best to stay as calm as possible.

He moved closer into the room but left the door still open. I breathed an inward sigh of relief that he did.

Tyler sat down across from me and started flipping through his cellphone.

“Are you just going to sit there?” I peered over the top of my Mac and smiled at him in confusion.

“Yeah,” he laughed, the same hint of nervousness in his voice that I felt “Got some emails to answer…That ok?”

“It’s fine,” I nodded, reaching for a stack of papers at the end of the desk.

I missed them, and they went scattering to the floor. I jumped up and ran around to pick them up, bumping heads with Tyler as he crouched down to get them.

“Sorry,” I grinned, lightly rubbing the side of my head.

“You all right?” his face wrinkled with worry.

“I’m fine,” I insisted, as he handed me the papers he had retrieved.

“Shit,” he reached out as I stood up “You’re already gettin’ a goose egg there.”

His fingers tugged my chin and he examined the side of my forehead carefully. 

The feeling of his skin on mine, set my whole body on fire. I stared straight at his eyes and he finally glanced down at me.

“I’ll live,” I whispered softly.

“Yeah,” he nodded, his fingers lingering on my chin “You’ll be fine.”

My eyes fell to his perfect lips and I could feel his body moving closer to me…

“I wondered what in tha bloody hell ya were doin’.”

We both jumped and turned to find Pete standing in the doorway.

“Pete!” I shrieked without thinking, causing Tyler to cringe slightly.

“What’s goin’ on here?”

Pete’s snarl was all twisted up on his lip as he flipped his hair out of his eyes. He was dressed out of his ring gear, in a hoodie and jeans. Not nearly as formal as Tyler, who was in a button up and slacks.

“Nothing.”

We both said it at the same time and parted away from each other.

“What in the hell happened to your head?”

Pete crossed the room and took my face in his hands. His eyes darkened as he scrutinized the spot.

“It was an accident,” I smiled “We both reached for the papers on the floor and…”

“You did this to her?” Pete whirled around, his body practically pressing against Tyler’s questioningly.

“Accident, mate. Just like she said,” Tyler shifted “…Did you need something?”

I forced the smile off my face as Pete got even more angry. Tyler wasn’t afraid of him. We were probably the only people, aside from Trent and Regal, who weren’t afraid of the new champion.

“Pete, I’m fine,” I interjected “Did you need to talk to me about something?”

“It can wait,” he snarled, backing away from Tyler and turning back to me.

“Ok,” I nodded.

“Get some ice for ya head,” he insisted, his stare filled with concern which was shocking in and of itself.

“Got it,” I nodded.

“I’ll make sure she gets some,” Tyler chimed in.

Damn it, Tyler.

“I just bet you will,” Pete growled before turning and storming out of the room.

“Did you have to taunt him like that?” I returned to my seat.

“Come on. You can’t tell me that getting under Dunne’s skin isn’t fun?” he laughed, dropping back to his seat.

I shook my head, my eyes drifting back to my papers and my mind trying to forget what almost happened between us. Tyler wasn’t so quick to forget.

“You know that he wants you?” he started, running a hand through his shaggy hair and then looking back at his phone screen.

“What?” I asked, refusing to look up at him.

“Pete,” he scoffed “Pete wants to fuck ya. Claim ya or some shit.”

“Tyler!” I gasped, my cheeks flushing so red that they burned “Don’t say that!”

“It’s the bloody truth,” he shrugged “He wants ya. So bad that it’s eatin’ away at him.”

It was quiet for a minute and I finally shut my laptop loudly. This was my chance. Tyler had almost kissed me, he was inches away from it. Now was my perfect, and maybe only, opportunity to find out the truth. Was it possible that he had feelings for me? Even though my mind was racing with what he had just revealed about Pete…I had to know how Tyler felt. After all, Tyler was the one who was willing to talk to me about feelings…If he felt anything.

“What about you?”

“Huh?” Tyler fidgeted in his seat.

“I said, what about you?” I repeated in a lower voice “Do you want anybody around here? You’ve been here long enough now to know everyone and…”

“You.”

“What?” I laughed, not sure that I had heard him correctly.

“I want you,” he stood, walking around the desk and grabbing my hand, pulling me to my feet.

“Tyler,” I sighed as I felt a knot in the pit of my stomach.

“Before we were interrupted…I felt like we were havin’ a moment…I feel like we’ve been havin’ a lot lately’”

He reached out, his fingers dancing through my hair and landing on my face to cup it softly.

“Yeah,” I bit down on my lip “We were…We have…”

“So…” he grinned “We can finish what we started then, love?”

I nodded with a smile, before he tilted his head again. He moved achingly slow toward my lips and I closed my eyes when they finally connected. I slid my hand up the back of his neck, as his arms wrapped around my waist.

He groaned heavily into my mouth before our lips parted.

“For three months I’ve been wantin’ to do that,” he whispered hoarsely.

“You shouldn’t have waited so long,” I sighed, my hands now sliding down his chest.

“You wanna go to dinna’ with me?” he linked the fingers of his right hand with mine.

“Yes,” I nodded before his lips pressed to mine again.

For the next few weeks, Tyler and I spent a lot of time together. He took me out on dates almost every night after work. It made for an extra grumpy mood early the next morning but it was worth it. It didn’t matter what we did. Dinner, movies, museums…Tyler made everything fun just being with him. He was so adorable. Shy but powerful all at once.

I couldn’t deny the fact that Pete was clearly unhappy with this new development. He barely looked at Tyler in the gym. He would walk by the offices to glance inside, looking for us.

One morning, he actually came through the door to the room I was using.

“Hey,” he huffed out, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his track pants.

“Pete,” I smiled, standing up from my seat “You mean that you’re actually still talking to me?”

Despite how happy I was with my developing relationship with Tyler, I hated that Pete was ignoring me. Sure he still watched me, with careful and protective eyes, but our communication otherwise had dwindled.

“Talking to you?” he smirked, raising one hand to glide over his face with frustration “Ya think I stopped talking to you? Like I’m ignorin’ you?”

“Sort of,” I shrugged, moving a little closer “Ever since Tyler and I…”

“I’m not here to talk about Tyler,” his eyes grew dark at the mention of his name 

“I don’t care about tha things you’ve done with him.”

“What?” I laughed in confusion.

“Fuckin’,” he spoke in a deep voice.

I should have been angry at such a bold statement, and maybe I was deep down, but the jealousy taking over his face only excited me.

I folded my arms across my chest.

“What we do is between us.”

“Then ya haven’t,” Pete smirked with satisfaction “What’s wrong? Tyler boy not enough to handle you?”

His fingers reached out, tracing down my bare arm. My heart leapt into my throat and I felt a yearning between my legs as he touched me.

“You make it sound like I’m something important,” I whispered with my eyes glued to his dark ones.

“You are,” he answered quickly “You’re every man’s dream.”

“Ok, just stop,” I laughed “That’s…”

“You’re so beautiful,” his fingers continued to glide up and down my arm “You feel so good…So soft.”

As he spoke, he gripped my arm and pulled me closer to him. I felt my breath catch and a slick form between my legs.

Fuck.

Tyler.

Shit.

“I, I can’t,” I gasped.

“Can’t or won’t?” he whispered, his hand sliding up to cradle the back of my neck.

“Pete,” I sighed in frustration.

“Tyler doesn’t deserve you,” he shook his head “He doesn’t know what to do with a woman like you…How to touch you…How to please you when tha lights go out.”

“Ok,” I summoned all my strength and moved his hand away from my head 

“You have to stop. Right now.”

“Am I tellin’ the truth then?” he growled, running his just released hand through his own hair.

“Pete,” I whispered, shifting uncomfortably as the yearning continued to grow.

“You’ll see soon enough,” he stepped backward away from me “You’ll see that Tyler isn’t man enough for you…That he’s all boy…And I’m all the man you’ll eva’ need.”

My eyes dropped to the floor because I had never felt so confused in my life. The throbbing continuing between my thighs.

“I’ll be waitin’,” he assured me “Look at me.”

I lifted my face and saw the burning look of lust on his.

“I’ll wait foreva’ if I need to,” he ran his tongue over his rough lips “Because you know, as well as I do, that he can neva give you what I can….You’re tremblin’ all ova’ and I barely even touched you.”

I realized at that moment, that I was doing exactly that. I wrapped my arms tight around myself.

“Here,” he slid his sweatshirt over his head and tossed it to me “Put this on. Keep ya warm….Til I can.”

I slid it over my head, the sleeves a little too long so I curled my hands up inside of them.

When I looked up to thank him, he was gone.

Later that evening, I decided to take a shower in the girls’ locker room. Most of the wrestlers were gone for the night, including Tyler. He had a night out with the boys planned and I encouraged him to go. I could tell by the look in his eyes that he was torn but he finally left.

The showers were so quiet, as I carefully laid out the towel that I always kept in my locker. Every now and then, I would have to freshen up for an event I had to go to immediately following work. Regal gave me a locker and I kept all the essential inside.

I pulled my bottle of shampoo and my conditioner out of a bag hanging inside and sat them on the bench.

As, I took off my shirt and bra…My mind began to wander. It didn’t wander to Tyler however…It wandered to Pete. The feel of his hands on my arms, the smell of his cologne as he pulled me close, the words that he spoke to me that made me wet immediately for him.

I sat down on the bench after I slid my pants off and drew in a deep breath. I needed to forget him. Pete was a playboy. He wouldn’t be interested in any sort of a relationship and I had a good thing going with Tyler.

He can neva’ give you what I can

Pete’s words rang in my ears and caused me to slowly feel that tingling between my legs again.

“This is ridiculous,” I said aloud to myself “I can’t…”

Before I knew it, I stood up and moved into one of the showers that had a long, wooden bench in it. I slid onto it and pressed my back against the cold wall.

You’re tremblin’ all ova’…and I barely even touched you.

I heard his voice in my head again, as I leaned my head back and my left hand slowly slid down my naked upper body. I gripped one of my nipples between my fingers and twisted it sharply. In my head, it was Pete’s teeth, his hands, his body causing the sensations flowing through me.

Before long, that wasn’t enough. My right hand slid down my stomach and danced across my panties. They were the only clothing I had on and I moaned, as my fingers slid over how wet they were.

“Pete,” I whispered, tugging harder on my nipple as my fingers sped up between my aching legs.

I bit down on my lip, sucking it into my mouth to help muffle the sounds I was trying to silence.

Suddenly, just sliding my hands along myself wasn’t enough either. I allowed myself to moan, echoing in the shower far louder than I intended, as I pushed my panties to the side. My fingers rubbed harder against my bare clit.

“Fuck,” I whimpered, as I sped them up “…Pete.”

I arched my back against the wall, knocking my head harshly into it. I whimpered in pain but kept moving my fingers. The harder I twisted my nipple the more I imagined Pete’s mouth around it and the faster I moved my fingers. I started thinking about Pete’s dick. I had never imagined what he would look like but now that was the only thing on my mind. I closed my eyes, pretending my fingers were the head of his dick as I slid them inside of me.

“Pete,” I moaned again, this time so lost in my own desires that I didn’t care anymore.

“Need some help there, love?”

My eyes flew open and I froze.

Pete.

“What are you doing in here?” I gasped, not nearly as embarrassed as I should be at that moment.

“Heard you talkin’ to yourself,” he moved closer, sliding his shirt over his head 

“Then I heard my name…I just thought I’d ansa’ you.”

“I, I can’t,” I quickly sat up and wrapped my arms over my bare breasts.

“Don’t hide from me,” he smirked “I already saw how beautiful yer body was…I’m imagining right now the things I could do to it.”

He reached down, taking my face in his hands and pulling me to my feet. I went willingly, exposing myself to him again.

“Let me help you, with this,” he groaned, his fingers gliding inside of my underwear immediately.

“Shit” I gasped, as his fingers moved up inside me and his thumb glided across my clit.

He bent his head, his mouth taking in my nipple just like in my fantasy. His teeth tugged and teased it, his tongue lapped all around it before licking over its sensitive point. I dug my hand into his hair and gasped, as he pushed another finger inside me.

“This pussy,” he lifted his head, his hot breath hitting my ear “I’ll get it for myself one day.”

“How about today?” I gasped, my eyes drifting down to his defined hard on.

At that moment, I wasn’t thinking about Tyler at all. Later, I would feel incredibly guilty.

That was all I had to say, he immediately dropped his gym shorts sans underwear and picked me up by my waist. He slammed me against the wall of the shower and his fingers pushed my panties to the side. Before I had time to process it all, he pushed up inside of me and practically growled with satisfaction.

“Nobody can fuck ya like me,” he hissed, his hands gripping my hips tightly as I held on to his neck for dear life.

He was probably right. His dick slid along inside me perfectly. He was large but my body had been forced to adjust quickly.

“Mm,” he chewed on his own lower lip “Fuckin’ tight, god damn it.”

I giggled softly and he started working me faster on top of him.

“How many?” he panted.

“What?” I moaned, as his fingers slid down to massage my clit as well.

“How many men…been where I am right now?”

It would have been insulting under any normal circumstances….But I was getting fucked by Pete in a shower after he found me masturbating to the very thought of him.

“Three,” I managed to gasp out.

“That explains it,” he grinned devilishly “Must’ve been pencil dicks, huh?”

I leaned down and dug my teeth into the side of his neck. He laughed smugly against my ear.

“How long?” I pressed my sweaty forehead against his shoulder.

“What?” he groaned, his body starting to tense up.

“How long were you watching me?”

He pushed my head up to look at me.

“Long enough to know, that this is where you belong…Just like this. Gettin’ fucked right…”

I felt myself start to contract around him and I scratched my fingers across his chest.

“Pete!” I screamed, the loudest yet “Oh god…Fuck.”

He grinned at me, his forehead boring into mine.

“Cum all over me, sweetheart,” he panted “Let everybody in this bloody buildin’ hear you.”

“Shit!” I squealed, as I toppled over the edge of my orgasm.

He continued to pound into me until he shuddered and dropped me to the ground. His cum spurted out, landing against my stomach on my way down to my feet.

We both stood there, gasping for air in the stuffy locker room. Pete finally reached down and grabbed his shorts, guiding them up over his hips. He leaned into me, finally kissing me for the first time. His teeth sank into my lip and he moaned heavily against me.

“Tyler,” I whispered when our mouths parted.

“Our lil secret, love,” he winked, his hands roaming across my breasts and down my sides.

“But,” I stammered, imagining the look on my sweet, sort of boyfriend’s face if he were to find out I had just had amazing sex with his now arch nemesis.

“How was it?” he moved his mouth to my neck, his tongue sliding along it roughly.

I moaned, reaching down and gripping his dick through his shorts.

“Fuckin’ best I’ve had in a long, long time,” he sucked on the skin of my shoulder “Watchin’ you touch ya’self….Thinkin’ about me…”

“The real thing is much better,” I laughed nervously, as his mouth found mine again.

“Mmm,” he pulled away at last “Anytime you wanna put on a show…I’ll be there.”

Our bodies pressed together as he pushed me against the wall, on my feet this time, and dove at my mouth again.

The guilt slowly began to eat away at me. At first, I tried to convince myself that just because Tyler and I had never said we were exclusive…That meant I didn’t have to tell him.

Every time we passed Pete in the hallways, I felt my face turn bright red and a smile would curl on his proud mouth.

The truth was, I wanted to have sex with Pete again but Tyler and I had yet to consummate our relationship.

“Tyler,” I whispered, as we sat nestled in a restaurant booth about a week after my encounter with Pete “You think you might…Maybe…Want to come back to my room?”

He grinned over at me as his eyes widened.

“I like tha sound of that,” he shook his shaggy hair out of his eyes and delicately pulled my mouth to his.

Once we made it inside my door, he immediately pushed me back against it softly. His hands gripped my face, his lips drew my mouth to his over and over again. He was so gentle with me and I did like that…I liked how rough Pete was too. I immediately tried to push thoughts of Pete out of my mind.

I reached for the sleeves of Tyler’s t-shirt and he raised his arms, so I could slide it over his head.

I dipped my mouth to his chest, planting kisses all over it. His hand dug into my hair and little moans escaped him.

“Here,” he finally raised my head up.

He tugged my own shirt over my head and made quick work of the button to my shorts. They fell around my feet and I stepped out of them. Just as his hands reached around my back to unclasp my bra, there was a powerful knock on the door.

“Tha bloody hell?” Tyler groaned, pushing me out of view and slinging the door open.

“Can I come in?”

I felt my stomach drop. It was Pete and he sounded less than pleased with a half naked Tyler in my room.

“No,” Tyler shot back “What are you even doin’ here?”

I heard the door slam behind Pete as he entered the room.

“I came to see her, not you.”

I sighed, stepping into view in my underwear and Tyler quickly jumped in front of me.

“Tyler, it’s ok,” I whispered, sliding him away slowly “I guess, I guess you should know…”

“Know what?” he creased his brow as he glanced between us.

“Pete and I sort of,” I stammered nervously, trying to hold his gaze but he was zeroed in on Pete’s smug expression.

“We fucked,” Pete finished for me “And it was fuckin’ incredible….She’s gonna be mine, mate. Might as well just get of ‘ere now.”

“You what?” Tyler turned to me and I sank against the frame of the bathroom door.

“I’m so sorry,” I shook my head “It’s just…You never said we were a couple or that you were my boyfriend. We never had sex and it just…It just sort of happened.”

“I told you!” Tyler raised his voice sternly “I told you how he was. I told you he would try to get with you!”

“Oh come on,” Pete growled “You and I both know this is more than that. She isn’t just some random road fuck that we pass amongst ourselves for fun.”

“Pete!” I interrupted at last “Tyler and I were having something here and I really think you should go.”

“Go?” Pete laughed in shock “You want me to go? While this pathetic boy here tries to get you off?”

“Fuck you,” Tyler growled, grabbing my hand and pulling me toward the bed.

“Tyler!” I squealed “What are you doing?”

“He can watch if he wants,” Tyler sat down and looked up at me “But I’m gonna show you both that I’m tha man who can please you right.”

He reached up, unhooking my bra and tossing it aside. He slid off his jeans and pulled me down on his lap. I felt his firm thigh underneath me and I scooted over to straddle it.

“I love your legs,” I leaned up, whispering in his ear so Pete couldn’t hear me.

“Yeah?” Tyler grinned, his hand dancing in my hair as he pulled my mouth closer to his “How much?”

I started to rock myself against the toned, hard flesh of his upper thigh and he grunted in a low voice.

I cast a glance over my shoulder and saw Pete seething. He was moving closer and closer to us. His face laced with jealousy and lust all at once.

“Shit” I whimpered as my clit eased into it’s rightful place and the sensations got even stronger.

I felt a hand grip my jaw and moved my mouth to the side. Pete’s rough lips grabbed mine, biting and nipping. His tongue plunged in deep and I circled it with my own. I felt Tyler grip my hips and rock me even harder against his leg.

“Fuck,” I gasped, when Pete finally let me breathe.

Tyler latched his mouth to my breasts, licking and biting all over them. Pete’s hand played in my hair, tugging my face up to look at the ceiling as his mouth found mine again.

My clit was so aroused that I knew it would be no time before I crashed over and I wanted to be looking at Tyler when I did. I pulled away from Pete with a sigh and Tyler’s eyes locked with mine as he lifted his head.

“Tyler,” I moaned, gripping his shoulders as I started to ride out an intense orgasm “Oh, Tyler!”

“Fuckin’ shit,” I heard Pete groan angrily behind me.

Tyler was grinning at me as I came and he quickly flipped me underneath him. 

My panties sailed down off my body and his hard dick was exposed at the top of his underwear.

“You want me to fuck you?” he whispered.

I nodded, still gripping his shoulders for dear life.

“Hard?”

“Yes…please,” I whimpered.

His dick inched slowly into me and then he immediately bottomed out. Every. Single. Time.

As I rode out how amazing he felt, Pete crawled up on the bed. He was stripped of his clothes and his dick was throbbing over my face.

“Suck me with those perfect lil lips of yours,” he groaned, guiding my head toward his dick.

Tyler was in his own fog, pushing up into me so hard that it was difficult to concentrate on pleasing Pete.

“Shit,” Tyler grunted, his hips snapping hard against me.

“Just like that,” Pete sighed encouragingly “Fuck. Just like that, sweetheart.”

I sucked him all the way down my throat and he threw his head back. I could tell he was contemplating on whether to let himself go.

“Oh my god!” I squealed, as I started to spasm around Tyler, which drew my mouth from Pete.

“Fuckin’ shit!” Tyler spat, pulling out and his cum flying all over my stomach. 

“Damn it!”

Immediately without warning, Tyler dove his head between my legs and sank to his knees on the floor.

“Shit!” I jumped in surprise as his mouth circled my clit.

“Keep suckin’ me…Harda’,” Pete commanded, drawing my attention away from the incredible feeling that Tyler was providing me.

“Look at him, eatin’ you out,” Pete petted my hair “He seems like he might know what he’s doin’ there….But I’m betta at it…You’ll find that out, eventually.”

I drew him into my mouth again and he sank down, pushing all of him down my throat. He threw his head back, his eyes practically rolling into his skull.

Tyler’s mouth started moving rapidly back and forth over my heat and I could feel my thighs literally almost dripping. He drew my clit between his teeth, then darted his tongue out over it.

“Oh!” I moaned, forcing Pete out of my mouth.

Instead, I moaned and sighed as I licked the head of his dick, the sensations from Tyler getting stronger.

“Tyler,” I whimpered, my hot breath hitting the tip of Pete’s dick.

“Don’t say his name when you’re lookin’ at me,” Pete gripped my cheeks between his hand.

“Pete,” I gasped, as he reached down and rolled my nipples under his palm.

He held my face in place, my eyes on him as I felt myself start to cum underneath Tyler’s tongue.

“Cum, that’s it,” Pete laughed “Look at ya, Tyla’. Doin somethin’ good for a change.”

Tyler sucked me even more punishingly into his mouth and my hips bucked into his face.

I broke my face away from Pete’s hands to stare down at Tyler, his tongue flicking out to tease my clit as the aftershocks spasmed beneath it.

“Come ‘ere,” Pete grabbed me, pulling me up and spinning me to face him.

I could feel Tyler’s arms wrap around me from behind and I slid my arm up to wrap around his neck, pulling his mouth to meet mine.

“You already blew your load, Tyla’,” Pete, jerked me toward him “How ‘bout you leave us be?”

“No,” I shook my head “I want him to watch you fuck me…Like you watched him.”

“Watch and learn, playboy,” Pete winked sarcastically at Tyler, before he flipped me around again and bent me over.

My face was pressed to the mattress at Tyler’s knees and I felt Pete glide his way inside me from behind. His hand slapped down hard on my ass and I moaned against Tyler…What little I could reach of him. Then I felt him lift my face up with his hands and he pressed his forehead against mine.

“Stare at ‘em,” Pete chuckled “Look at ‘em real good. Cause after this, you’re gonna want me to be the one to fuck you foreva’.”

“Spank her again,” Tyler growled, his eyes not leaving mine.

I felt a rush that Tyler was being so bold and I grinned menacingly at him. Pete’s hand came down on my ass again and I yelped, as Tyler’s lips caught mine.

“She needs to be punished for fuckin’ ya behind ma’ back,” Tyler growled when we pulled away from each other.

Pete spanked me again and I squealed even louder.

“She did tha right thing,” Pete started pounding harder into me.

Tyler kissed me again, his tongue circling mine with so much pressure than it literally took my breath. Only when I felt my orgasm start to build, did I pull my mouth away to breathe.

Pete was sliding right against my g-spot with every thrust….And he knew it.

“Shit,” I grimaced, gripping the mattress.

“You look pretty when you cum,” Tyler smiled, as he stroked my cheeks with his thumbs.

“Fuck!’ Pete grunted, pulling out and flipping me under him.

“Pete!” I gasped from surprise.

“You’re gonna look at me when you cum,” he growled, as he spread my legs open even wider.

Tyler stood over us, watching my face. His hand lightly stroked his dick.

“Pete,” I whimpered, “I can’t take much more.”

“You’ll be sore for a week,” he nipped at my mouth “Then I can have you again.”

“Shut up, Dunne,” Tyler spat.

“I wanna cum,” I grabbed Pete’s face “Please, please…”

He thrust again and this time, he hit the exact spot I needed. I clenched down around him and he smiled with satisfaction as I wriggled beneath him.

“Oh shit,” I gasped “Just like that, please.”

He kept brushing my spot until I settled.

“Aren’t I nice to let you cum first?” he started pounding into me.

A few seconds later and he pulled out, his cum hitting my thighs.

I didn’t know what to do. I was spent, sore. My mind was spinning. I had the two men I was most attracted to, that I cared the most for, that I depended on…Right there in my room. Naked and more than willing to do everything to please me. They had done more than that. They had made me even more confused than ever.

“You think about this tonight,” Tyler leaned over and licked at my ear.

“You think about who fucked you betta,” Pete slid on his pants.

“But,” I sighed, sitting up on the bed “You’re both leaving?”

“Do you want me to leave?” Tyler questioned, in a far softer tone than I expected.

“No,” I shook my head.

Pete snarled in our direction.

“I don’t want you to go either,” I quickly let him know.

Tyler climbed back on the bed, in only his boxers and eased his way down to the pillow. He beckoned me with his hand and I dropped down beside him, allowing him to spoon me facing away from him.

I reached out my hand to Pete. He stared at it for a moment. I knew that cuddling, especially in this situation, was asking a lot.

“Just sleep here,” I whispered, my eyes getting tired.

He groaned, but finally relented. He climbed into bed in his shorts with his t-shirt in his hand.

“Put this on,” he ordered me and I raised up long enough to slide it on over my head.

He lay in front of me, his eyes staring at me, as Tyler cuddled against me from behind.

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Tyler Bate Smut.

Y/N couldn't quite recall how she ended up at Tyler's house. She couldn't tell you why there were tears down her face or when the rain started. Hesitant to knock, she did after a minute or so.

Praying he was home, she smiled a bit when he opened the door." Love! What are you doing in the rain? Why are you crying? Come on in, you're shivering!" He exclaimed before he pulled her inside the house.Standing on his place mat, she waited when he told her to. Watching him run off, she smiled when he had come back to wrap a towel around her body." Come on I got some clothes for you."

Y/N toed off her shoes as she followed him through the house." I-I didn't mean to bother you. I see you're getting ready for bed." She nodded towards his outfit of just a pair of pajama pants.

Tyler chuckled and waved his hand at her." Don't think anything of it. How about we get some warm clothes on then we go and make some tea. Then we can sit and you can tell me what happened."

Y/N paused as she stood in his room,watching as he dug out his 'Mustache Mountain' and a pair of sweatpants for her. Tyler approached her and she gave him a small smile."Thank you so much." She murmured to him, gently taking the clothes from him. Going into the bathroom, she got changed.

Coming out of the bathroom, she was surprised to see him just waiting for her. When he looked up at her, she just ran into his body before wrapping her arms around his neck. Tyler rubbed her back gently as he just held her in his arms."Pete-Pete." Y/N repeated into his chest and when he backed up, he gently grabbed a hold of her face in his hands.

Tyler gave her a small smile as he stared into her eyes." Y/N take a deep breath. What happened with Pete?"

Y/N took a deep breath like advised before she spoke," Pete saw Mike cheating on me." The words that came out made her blink back tears seeing as Tyler was holding her face.

When he did let go, she dug her face back into his chest." I was so stupid." She mumbled just resting against him as he rubbed her back.

Y/N stared up at him as he pulled away from her before he grabbed her waist. Nudging her to his bed, he guided her to the bed."How about we get some sleep love?"

Nodding, Y/N climbed into the bed and got under the covers followed by Tyler doing the same thing. When he did lay down, she wrapped her arms around his neck gently." If you want me to, I'll go and beat him up. He's no chance for me because I'm one half of the mustache mountain."

Y/N smiled at what he said before she started relaxing when he began brushing her hair back." It's okay, just hurt. Didn't even like him that much. I like one half of mustache mountain." She murmured to him as she pressed her face into the side of his chest.

She wasn't sure what time she fell asleep but she remembers waking up. Her arms around Tyler, Tyler holding her close to his chest. Looking up at him, she smiled a bit. Trying to move from his grip made her realize he was already awake as she felt it tightening.

"Where you going love?" God his morning voice was so scratchy and she could listen to him talk for a while. Laying back down, she shrugged.

Now that she thought of it, she really didn't have a place to go at the moment. She was living with Mike and even if she didn't want to go back, she had to go and get her things.It was Tyler’s voice that broke her little trance as she thought.”Y/N, you can stay here. I don’t mind sharing my bed with you.”He said as he brushed her hair back.

Y/N nodded and smiled a bit.”Thanks Tyler but I couldn’t possibly become a bother to you.”She as about to speak again when he grabbed a hold of her cheeks once more. Y/N’s eyes flickered from him to his lips back to his eyes. Rubbing her cheek gently,she almost nuzzled her cheek into his hand.

“Y/N, what you said last night? About liking one half of mustache mountain. Is that me or Trent? Because Trent is a great guy and I know that he would treat you like a gentlem-.”His words were cut off as she leaned up to press her lips to his.

Pulling away after just a few seconds,she gave him a small smile.”Obviously it’s your half of mustache mountain that I like.”Tyler grinned at her before pulling her back to him. Leaning down,he pressed his lips to hers.

Kissing him back,her fingers brushed through his hair at the nape of his neck as she smiled into the kiss.Pulling away for just a second,she smiled up at him.”I-I like you Tyler. I have. You were dating that girl Toni. Then I started dating Mike and then you and her broke up and things didn’t work in time with one another.I thought Mike loved me but I guess I was wrong.”She admitted,her lower lip starting to tremble before Tyler kissed her once more.

Stunned,she took a few seconds before she kissed him back. His fingers skimmed down her shirt as he played with the bottom of her shirt. Pulling back,she sat up in the bed to push the covers off. Grabbing the shirt,she raised it up over her head. Y/N laughed a bit when she heard Tyler gasping.”I had to take my bra off to put it in the dryer.”She explained to him.

Tyler nodded his head and raised his hands a bit.”I am not complaining at all.”He said as he set up to gently push her back onto the spot where she was just laying.”Relax love, I’m gonna take care of you.”He reassured her as he leaned down pressing a quick kiss to her lips.

Relaxing back on the bed like he told her too, she giggled a bit when she felt him leaving kisses down the valley of her breasts. The hair of his mustache tickling against her skin which made her laugh a little bit. When he grabbed both of her boobs in his hands and squeezed,she gasped a bit.

Letting go, his mouth attached to her nipple while his hands played with the other one. Alternating in between the two, she gasped when he had bit down on her nipple. “Tyler.”She gasped out,scratching at his back gently.

Y/N bit at her lower lip as he picked his head back up from her chest with a smirk.”I want you to relax darling.”He said, pressing a kiss to her lips gently.”Just lay back and trust me dollface.”

Laying back on the bed,she watched him. Actually watched him. She studied the tattoo on his arm and the little freckles that donned across his chest moving to his abs as well. Y/N only focused in on him again when she felt his lips pressing against her neck gently.”Can I leave a little something?”His question muffled against her skin as he waited for permission.

Feeling a little nod,he smirked a bit.”I want to hear your words love.”Tyler said, his voice deeper than usual.

“I-yes please.”Y/N breathed out before she felt him smirk. After a few seconds of waiting, she let out a small gasp that she didn’t realize she was holding in as he began to nibble at a few spots on her neck. Her breathing hitched when he found her ‘sweet spot.’ Smirking he began focusing his attack there. He began nibbling and sucking up until there was a purple bruise flourishing across her skin.

Y/N’s fingers made their way into his hair and she gave him a tug when he finally pulled away from her neck.”No teasing Tyler please.”She begged before he chuckled at her begging.

Tyler pulled away with his eyebrow arched.”You’re begging for me already? Did he give you no love?”He asked as his fingers trailed down her body with a feather light touch. Tyler couldn’t help but growl when she shook her head.”I am gonna take care of you tonight. It’s all about you tonight.”

Y/N blushed at how he reacted before she felt his fingers tugging at the sweatpants she had on.”Can I take these off of you baby?” He asked,looking into her eyes before she nodded. Hooking his fingers in the waistband of the pants before he dragged them down her legs gently.”You’re so goddamn beautiful. Like an angel.”He said before hearing her laugh.

When he gave her a questioning look,she shrugged.”You’re too cheesy.”She said,laughing a little bit but squealed when he leaned down and nibbled at her thigh gently.

“Shush that pretty little mouth of yours and lay back.”Tyler demanded as he threw the pants onto the floor before he was tugging her panties down her legs as well. Once they joined the pants, Tyler sat back on his knees and smiled as he looked over Y/N’s flushed body. Hair was fanned out against the pillow, her lips parted and her eyes staying glued on him to watch for his next move.

Spreading her legs gently, he settled in between them. Y/N’s eyes focused in on him like lasers as he began pressing kisses to her ankles. Moving up her legs, he began pressing kisses to her ankles,knees, and stopping when he got to her inner thighs. Y/N’s fingers gripped the sheets as she moaned out. Biting and sucking, he smirked at the little mark it left.

Tyler licked his lips as he made eye contact with her.”Can’t wait to drive you crazy.”He growled to her before his tongue flicked out against her clit. Her fingers let go of the blankets and moved into his hair gently. Feeling him put pressure against it,she moaned out and tugged his hair gently.”You’re so damn responsive.”He praised with a smirk.

Licking at her clit a few times, she bit at her lower lip when she felt one of his fingers pressing against her entrance. Moaning when he finally pushed one into her, she tugged at his blonde locks gently.

Y/N thought he was going to stop teasing when he began pressing kisses to her thighs before she felt him adding a second finger.”Jesus, you’re so fucking tight.”He growled against her inner thigh. She tugged at his hair and let out a squeal of surprise when he had hooked his fingers inside of her.

Tyler knew what he was doing and she was definitely experiencing that. In the back of her head,all she could think about was that this was not the innocent Tyler Bate who was her best friend.

Being brought out of her thoughts by a bite to her clit,she gasped,tugging at his hair once more.”Fucks sakes!”She moaned out,throwing her head back into the pillows.

When her head hit the plush pillow, all of his movements faltered.Snapping her head back up,she stared at him with her eyebrows arched.”You keep eye contact or I’m gonna stop this.”He warned her before she bucked her hips against his fingers.

“Fine fine! I’ll keep my head up!”She exclaimed before hearing him chuckle and going back to moving his fingers in and out of her.

Not even 30 seconds later, his tongue was joining back on her clit. Y/N could feel the band in her stomach,tightening with every little thing he did whether it was move his fingers or a flicker of his tongue.

“Come on love. Come all over my fingers.”Tyler spoke and put his tongue right back to work. Few seconds later,she was spilling profanities mixed with his name as the band snapped and she was cumming all over his fingers.

Removing his fingers, he cleaned his fingers off with a smirk.”You are the best tasting thing in this whole world.I plan to eat that sweet little pussy of yours later tonight. Just you wait.You’ll be begging me to stop.”

Y/N’s face flushed red at his words and she bit her lip. She wasn’t sure what happened to her ‘innocent’ best friend but god, she never wanted him to be innocent again if this is what she’s getting.

Y/N tugged his hair before she moaned out.”Please fuck me Ty.” She panted out in a whine of sorts. Once he moved up her body, he grinned down at her. Leaning down, he pressed his lips to hers as one of her hands trailed down his chest to slide in his boxers.

Wrapping her fingers around his length,she bit at his lower lip.She was a bit surprised on what he was carrying. He was nice and thick. Not too big but he was the perfect size. Tyler growled against his lips when she wrapped around his length. Tugging at his boxers, she pulled them down as he pressed kisses against her face and her neck gently.”Tyler.”She moaned out before he nodded his head,knowing what she wanted.

Tyler pulled back off of her and looked down at her.”Are you taking any meds? Do I need a condom?”He asked and she couldn’t help but smile at how he was even a gentleman in bed. Shaking her head at him,she smirked a bit.

”On the pill. Come on babe.”She mumbled with a small pout on her lips. Nodding he laid back on top of her,his arms holding him up before she reached in between their bodies. Grabbing a hold of his cock, she lined it up with her entrance. Tyler and Y/N matched their moans as he slowly pushed into her.

Slowly moving, he was filled to the hilt in no time. Giving her a few seconds to adjust, he began thrusting when she tugged at his hair once more. “You’re so fucking tight princess. This is all mine now. You’re all mine.”Tyler growled out as he bit at her neck once more.

Y/N was too focused on him picking up the pace that she laid there with her mouth open, only moans and curses spilling out of her mouth along with his name scrambled in between.

“Tyler, more please. I won’t break.”She breathed out and he chuckled a bit in her ear before he really began thrusting into her. The sounds of their skin slapping against each other mixed with their moans and groans. Her pleasure was heightened when his thumb came back to rest on her clit,rubbing in figure eights and applying pressure.

Tyler was thrusting away when she felt herself squeezing around his cock.”Come on kitten. You gonna come on my cock?”He growled out before she dug her nails into his back and then she was coming undone. The band snapped in her stomach and she came all over him while he continued to thrust away.

Y/N tugged at his hair and clenched around him.”Come on baby, cum for me.”She said before pressing her lips to his. She moaned and arched her back when she felt him cumming inside of her. Pulling out,he rolled over onto his side of the bed and she smiled a bit.

Leaning up,she pressed her lips to his.”I’m yours. You’re mine.”She murmured to him before she rested against him when he pulled the blankets over them. Tyler nodded and pulled her into his arms with a chuckle.”You rest up cause round 2 is gonna happen soon.”He said with a smirk as he pressed a kiss to her forehead.

Y/N’s eyebrows arched up and she laughed.”I want to ride those thighs before you fuck me again.”She mumbled,squeezing at the muscles of his thighs. Chuckling,he nodded his head.”Go ahead princess, you can do whatever you want.”Y/N grinned as she rested back,letting her eyes shut.

“Love you mustache mountain.”

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why are there no tyler bate imagines or anything what's going on ,,,

[breezeybre]

Friends with Benefits

Pete Dunne x unnamed reader

side note: this is my first fanfic so if I’m crusty, I’m sorry!

tags: @i-write-i-guess @tom-tom-the-pom-pom

“And here are your winners, Pete Dunne and Y/N!”

You and Pete raise your hands in victory and he held his belt in his mouth. As you’re going up the ramp, you try to high five Pete but he role his eyes and walks away from you. You pretend to act hurt in front of the crowd but once you get backstage you look for Pete.

“Pete!” You yell. You caught a glance of him when he was turning a corner.

“Pete Dunne, I know you hear me buddy!” You say turning the same corner with a smirk.

Pete turns around annoyed and says, “What do you want, Y/N!”

“You totally left me hanging!” You said putting your hand back up.

“Fine,” Pete says as he high fives you.

“Are we done here?” He says.

“Not until I see you smile!” You said giving a big smile.

“Oh no sweetheart, you’re not getting a single smile from me!” He says rolling his eyes.

“Oh c’mon! Nothing! Not even your signature evil smirk?” You said pouting.

Pete shook his head until you grabbed his face and took the sides of his lips and forced them into a smile.

“There we go! You’re smiling!” You said laughing.

Pete hit your hands from his lips and at first you thought he was gonna yell but you looked at him again and he was smirking.

“See! There we go, was that so hard?” You said smiling.

“No, I guess not, love.” Pete said smirking more.

You walked past Pete and you felt his eyes watching you strut away.

—

It had been a whole month and you had been getting to know Pete more. Well, at least you thought you were. You would sit with Pete while he was eating alone in catering. You would cheer him on when he was fighting someone. You even got him to smirk more. You couldn’t help but think, am I catching feelings for the bruiserweight?

It wasn’t until after his match with Tyler Bate, you knew he needed a friend. You caught up with him and you could sense that he wasn’t in the mood.

“Pete,” he said nothing.

“Pete!” Still nothing.

“Pete Dunne if you don’t answer me when I’m-,“ he cut you off when he turned around and pushed you up against a wall. You squealed because you didn’t know what he would do to you.

“Y’know what Y/N, what if I don’t want to talk to you!” He said with a smirk.

You couldn’t control your breathing because of how close he was to you.

“Pete,” you finally choked out.

“I just need you to calm down. I know you’re upset but just try and smile or talk to me!” You said smiling.

“You want me to smile, Y/N? You know more than anyone that I hate doing that shit! And you want me to talk my feelings out, I don’t talk my feelings out!” Pete said in a stern and dominant voice.

“Well, what do you need me to do to help you feel good?” I said looking into his eyes.

Pete smirked and it was more seductive this time.

“Why don’t I just show you, love?” Pete said while grabbing my hand and pulling me into a closet.

“Pete, what are you doing?” I said freaking out.

He got on his knees and started unbuttoning my pants.

“Y/N, do you want this as much as I do?” Pete asked with a serious look.

“Pete, I would love to but...”

“But what, love?” Pete said getting back on his feet.

“I don’t feel comfortable showing my body...” You said putting you head down.

“Are you serious, love? I admire your body so much!” Pete said smiling.

“But I feel too big like I’m not pretty enough.” You said in a saddening tone.

“Well, let me show you how much I’m in love with this body.” Pete says getting on his knees again and continuing to pull your pants down.

You looked down and him once my pants were off and you saw his mouth watering once he saw my thighs. He started sucking them and biting them. I couldn’t help but moan because of the pain. I caught Pete looking up at me and I couldn’t help but moan again. He started moving closer and closer to my core and I shivered a little. Pete realized and said,

“Love, don’t worry, I’ve got you.”

Once he said that, he parted your legs and removed your underwear. He looked right at your core and took a long lick. You moaned louder than you ever have. You looked down at Pete and you saw him devouring your pussy. You started breathing fast as he continued to lick and suck on your clit.

“Agh, Peter!” You screamed.

He didn’t stop, he kept on sucking until your legs bucked up.

“Pete, Pete, please don’t stop!” You moaned.

Once he realized how close you were, he stuck a finger inside of you. You screamed at how quick he was moving his fingers.

“Ah, you’re so tight, love. I can’t wait to have you wrapped around my cock!” Pete said looking up at you.

When he quickened his fingers you couldn’t take it anymore.

“C’mon, love. I can feel you tightening around my fingers.”

You could only moan at what he was saying.

“This pussy, taste like heaven and I can’t wait to do more to it.”

That was it. He said that and you came so hard.

“PETE, OH MY GODDDD!” You screeched.

“That’s it, love! Come all over my fingers!” Pete yelled back at you.

Once you came down from your high, you pulled your underwear and pants back up and Pete rose to his feet again. He passionately kissed and you could still taste yourself on him. Once he broke the kiss, you bit your lip and moaned. Pete looked down at your lips and said,

“You better stop that...”

“Why, what are you gonna do to me if I don’t?” You asked getting closer to his face.

“Well why don’t I just show you when we get back to the hotel, love?” He said with a smirk.

“Mhmmm, I’d love that.” You said as you turned away strutting your hips.

“Mhhhmmmmm, the things I could do to that arse.” He said starring and smacking your ass.

[wrasslegrrl-blog]

Post Match Pint (Part One)

Note: So I wanted to attempt a BSS fanfic, so here’s the result! Constructive criticism welcome! :) This is Part One of what I hope will be a longer series. Hoping to add smut later on if there is enough interest. Pairing: Reader/ Pete Dunne/ Tyler Bate/ Trent Seven This is set just after the WWE UK Championship Tournament, when Tyler is still UK Champion.  P.s. I did my best to write the canon version of the guys, so this is kayfabe, not how they are in in real life.

You glanced up from your place in the queue. A few metres away, you could see a table covered with hoodies, t-shirts and posters and just behind that, the trio whose faces were plastered all over the merch. You shifted nervously from one foot to the other as you inched closer to the front of the queue. You'd just watched Trent Seven, Tyler Bate and Pete Dunne team up in a six man match – it was the first time you'd seen them live. You'd been a big fan of BSS for a while now, watching a lot of their matches online and when you heard they were finally coming to your home town, you grabbed the chance to buy a ticket and see them in person. And now here you were, just a few paces away.

'Yeah?'

A Brummy voice suddenly called from the merch stand, rousing you from your thoughts. Looking up, you realized the voice belonged to Pete Dunne. Your cheeks suddenly burned hot, as you stepped forward. You internally cursed as all the witty conversation starters you'd planned during your time in the queue escaped you; your crush was getting the better of you. Although you'd never admitted it to anyone, you'd always had a guilty crush on Pete Dunne – all the members of BSS were attractive in their own way, but there was something about Pete's smugness that was appealing. And now, here he was and you were tongue tied.

Pete glanced up from the table, with a dead pan expression. He looked extra handsome tonight. He'd since changed out of his ring gear and was now wearing a camel topcoat over a white button up shirt and had his hair pushed back. Clearing your throat, you realized a few moments had passed and nothing had been said.

'Hey. I'll, uh, take that one please.' You managed, pointing at a BSS tee. Pete nodded wordlessly, turning around to reach for it. Your stomach still a bundle of nerves and excitement, you realized this wasn’t the encounter you'd hoped for. Maybe the old saying about never meeting your heroes was right. Looking to your right, you could see Tyler laughing and leaning into a selfie with some female fans. His WWE UK Championship was proudly slung over one shoulder, glinting beautifully in the lighting of the venue. A little further, Trent was chatting away and shaking the hand of a guy wearing a BSS cap.

The scene filled you with doubt. Everyone else seemed to be having a great time meeting the lads. Why was Pete so cold? Was he always like this? Was it you? He passed over the shirt as you handed him the cash.

'Thanks.' You smiled, holding your new tee. 'You guys were great, by the way. You really stole the show with your finisher.'

'Always do.' Pete shrugged, without so much as a glance at you. Heart pounding and a lead weight in your stomach, you turned to leave, realizing the conversation was going nowhere. A hand clapped down on Pete's shoulder and a warm voice called to you,  

'You local Bab? Know any good spots around here?'

You looked over your shoulder. Trent Seven was beaming over at you. He was standing behind Pete, who now scowled at the hand on his shoulder.

'Uh, actually yeah.' You'd never been a party animal but knew a few decent bars nearby. 'There's a place just round the corner.'

Trent clapped his hands together. 'Time to pack up, lads. I think a post match pint's in order!' Tyler shot a smile over at Trent, before beginning to pack the last of the merch into boxes. Pete rolled his eyes but begrudgingly began to help. Realizing this was probably your queue to leave, you turned to leave again, only to have a hand clamp down your shoulder.

'Oi Bab, where'd you think you’re going? We need our tour guide!' Trent raised an eyebrow as he smiled down at you.

'I wasn't sure...' You managed, your mouth dry with nerves. Head swimming, you asked yourself if this was real. Just a few hours ago Trent Seven had only ever been pixels on a screen and now he was asking you for a pint?

Trent must have picked up on your nerves, because his expression and tone quickly softened. 'There's a group of us going', he gestured over to a gaggle of people a few feet away, made up of a handful of wrestlers and ring crew. 'You're more than welcome to join.'

Taking a deep breath, you fought against your nerves and nodded. When would you get this opportunity again?

'I'd like that.' You answered, in what you hoped was your smoothest voice. A smile spread across Trent's face, before he called to the others that it was time to head out. Your group milled out of the venue, with you leading the way, Trent (who was chatting away to the others) and tailed by a scowling Pete.

After a few minutes Tyler had caught up with you, ahead of the crowd. 

'Evening.'

He nodded over to you, twirling his mustache. 'So what fine establishment will you be taking us to this evening?'

'Fine establishment? Jeez, no pressure!' You chuckled, feeling lighter already. 'There's a nice bar close by. Good selection of beers and music. There's a dance floor too. I'm not a big dancer though.'

'We'll soon sort that out.' Tyler winked, a glint in his eye.

[queenlegacyproductions]

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

~///~

‘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.

~///~

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.

[bss-babygirl]

Same Ol’ Masterlist

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Started: Jul 9, 2019

Finished: Jul 23, 2019