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More Than This Part 1

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Let Me Show You

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Our Little Secret

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Things We Didn't Say

Bite Me

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Unfaithful

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Colby Brock

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As Bad As You Are

How Can it be Over When it Never Really Started?

Daryl Dixon

Addixon

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Secret Passion

Till The Bitter End

Currently Working On.....

Steve being totally in love with his friend Eddie’s girlfriend. ❤️ (Not a Steddie fic)

[edgessunflower]

Guard dogs

Pairing: Pete Dunne x Fem reader x Damian Priest

Description: Damian and Pete come to your aid when you're attacked by Undisputed era

It felt like an eternity since your match against Shayna had started and from the minute it began the two of you had given it your all and boy was it starting to take it's toll on both of you as you leaned against the ropes after giving shayna one of the hardest clothesline you had ever given in your career before she slowly stood back up a bit dazed before things picked back up where they left off a few minutes earlier. Finally after catching her off guard with a Spanish fly you immediately got a pin and won slowly rolling out of the ring sore and fatigued with energy being seeped out of you from the fifty seven minute match but you're immediately alert and on guard when you see Adam Cole walk down the ramp along with the rest of the undisputed era and you knew they definitely had something in mind especially after you had interfered in Roderick Strong's match against Him earlier in the night while at ringside, you ducked down and fell to the floor when Bobby Fish had ran towards you with a chair but before you could even try to run backstage adam had caught you yelling when you hit the steel step before roderick had tossed you into the apron before pete ran out completely pissed and Damian wasn't too far behind as the two raised complete hell before damian carried you backstage after he saw the cut on your face and your nose pouring blood. Luckily your nose wasn't broken and you didn't have a concussion but definitely in pain and exhausted as you walked back to your locker room with the boys who got you a cold drink and food from catering while you showered and got dressed leading to you laying on the couch with your head in pete's lap as he slowly ran his hand through your hair while damian gently rubbed his thumb over your thigh as the show finished up before heading back to your shared hotel room, as soon as you were in shorts and a tank top you were under the covers asleep with the boys on either side of you watching you from the corner of their eyes as they watched TV and talked to each other having lunch together while episodes of Narcos played.

[theworldofotps]

Little Bit Of A Brat (Drabble)

Pairing: Pete Dunne x Reader Word Count: 635 Prompt: "It's hot when you talk back"

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If you wanna be added to the list lemme know. ________ Pete wasn’t sure what had gotten into his girlfriend lately, but he was secretly loving it. Normally she wasn’t too bratty in front of his coworkers. But the last couple of days she had been being a super brat, it was probably since he’d been so busy without much time for anything except work. Pete had invited her out to spend two weeks on the road with him and suddenly was slammed with house shows, meet and greets the list went on.

He knew she was trying to be understanding but that bratty part of her was starting to really dislike not having much of his attention since he’d be so tired back at the hotel. Pete tried to keep that in mind when she rolled her eyes and gave him attitude. But flipping him off and walking away when he tried to ask if she wanted to get dinner was the last straw.

Collecting his bag Pete left catering slowly making his way down the hallway at a casual pace. Normally he would follow right after her into his locker room and handle the bratty behavior but this time he wanted to try something a little different. Pete knew she was expecting him, so he decided to take the long way round.

By the time he was at the locker room door he knew she’d probably be thinking he got busy again, stopping at the door he listened for any noise then pushed it open. Holding back a smirk at the daggers, she threw his way Pete dropped his bag on a chair. Walking past her he got the towel from his toiletry bag, then turned on the shower so he could wash up.

“Strip.”

He told her in a low but firm voice watching as her chin rose her eyes slightly narrowed as she smirked at him.

“I’m a grown woman I think I can decide for myself when I need to get undressed or in the shower. Besides don’t want to waste time getting undressed only for you to run off for another engagement for work.”

“Mm it’s hot when you talk back. I wasn’t giving you a choice brat I said strip and get your ass in the shower.”

“Make me.”

He loved when she got like this so Pete scooped her up putting her on his shoulder making his way back into the bathroom as she tried to wiggle away. Giving a warning slap to her ass he set her down on her feet and given the fact she was wearing one of his black shirts. He ripped it down the middle watching the pieces pool around her hips.

“Now are you going to be a good girl and finish undressing or are you going to continue to be a brat?”

Her silence left him to grab her sweatpants, pulling them down her legs followed by her undergarments. Carrying her squirming body once more he set her on her feet in the shower and grabbed his washcloth lathering it with soap.

“I know you’re upset with me and I’m sorry I know we were supposed to spend these two weeks together. I didn’t know until last minute that all this stuff was going to be given to me.”

He slowly started washing her body and back letting the water hit them both as he scrubbed them clean.

“I took the next four days off so we can do whatever you want when we get to each city.”

Watching her eyes light up Pete smiled kissing her forehead before turning her into the water to rinse off then himself.

“But we can’t let your behavior go unpunished so on your knees dove and don’t fight me about it, we both know how much you love having my cock in your mouth.”

[theoryxwaller]

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

[lieutenantfloyd]

Happy Mission: Impossible teaser trailer day everyone!!

(Credit to tomcruisse62 on instagram)

[lunarchaosqueen]

She woke slowly to the sound of the shower in the distance. She rolled to the rapidly cooling side of the bed where he slept peacefully a few moments ago. Her eyes slowly adjust to the darkened room... Images of last night flooded her mind. She’d loved every moment of it.  Her skin still felt electrified by his touch. When she thought about this moment in her life she had always pictured it a bit more romantic, but She had really fallen for this man over their years of friendship. 

Her mind still felt foggy for the alcohol that she seemed to just inhale the night before. Iris’ mind slowly drifted back to the way his soft full lips pressed against hers. The way his hands explored every curve, every secret of her body. All the images came to a startling halt when she heard the shower turn off.  The room flooded with light as she watched him enter the room through hooded eyes.  At first all Iris could see was his wide shoulders. She loved the way he made her feel so small, so delicate, almost breakable. Her eyes searched for his face praying that he wouldn’t notice that she was awake.  His dark brown almost black hair clinging to his forehead just above his dark eyebrows. Those eyebrows framed his bright brown eyes that were framed by beautiful long black eyelashes. Her eyes fixated themselves on his full lips. Lips that were somehow soft and firm at the same time. She smiled to herself thinking about how his lips would slowly break into a lazy smile that would pull to one side, creating a lopsided smile that seemed to melt away any wall that she would try and build to distance her from him.

He stood in the skin searing water trying to make sense of what happened.  He scolded himself shaking his head, how could he have let this happen. How could he have let them have sex?  Damn it. Damn it he swore at himself. Maybe he shouldn’t have let Finn talk him into talking to Iris. He had so much to drink that he couldn’t he couldn’t really keep his distance. He tried so hard to be close to and yet keep a safe distance. He knew she had this way about her that made him want to open up. When he was sober he could shut down anything that tried to find its way out of his mind, but drunk it was like he lost all control.  He stepped out of the shower reaching in to turn it off before wrapping the towel around his hips.

He opened the door quickly trying to remain silent. He turned to the bed hoping that the light hadn’t awakened her. He stood there for a moment looking at Iris. His eyes followed the soft line of her body hidden just underneath the thin black sheet.  Even in the dark He could make out her face. Her dark hair fanned out against the pillow, a few hairs clinging to her slick forehead. His eyes dropped from her hair to her eyes.  Her dark lashes fanned out against her pale pink skin. Her eyes were closed but he could still picture her big doe eyes. They were a dark brown that seemed to burn with emotion. Then his gaze fell again this time it fell to her nose.  It was little and cute, when she laughed or smiled it crinkled at the bridge. But by far his favorite part of her was her thick full lips that always seemed to beg to be kissed. He liked making her laugh... When she laughed her smile spread across her whole face revealing dimples on either side.

Damn it… damn it... He thought again. Scrubbing his face with his hands, he set out looking for his clothes. Walking around the room he squinted at the tangled mess of their clothes that were tossed haphazardly across the floor. Sifting through the clothes he began to talk out loud to himself. “What the fuck were you thinking,’ he paused as Iris let out a low purr before shifting in her sleep. He waited, holding his breath. Before  continuing to talk to himself “This was a giant mistake… What are  Finn and guys going to say if they find out. You idiot”

Iris shifted again, her back now facing him. Finally he found his pants. Pulling them on quickly. He didn’t want to risk staying any longer. HIs entire body seemed beg him to lay back down in the soft sheets and his body around hers.  He forced himself to leave the room shirtless. Pete Walked to his car as he tried to talk himself down. Maybe she wouldn’t remember what happened, he thought to himself. She was pretty trashed.  He pulled the door shut behind him pausing one last time to look at Iris.

Iris heard the door close as he left, waiting until she heard the car start and drive away before letting the tears spill from her eyes.  She heard him say it was a mistake. Like most girls when she was in her late teens Iris used to daydream about the night she would lose her virginity. She pictured it many different ways, But by far her favorite was filled with quiet giggles filling the air. The whole fantasy filled with gentle slow kisses was like stepping into a warm bath. Every moment  getting more and more intense. Iris  had tears pouring down her face… never in all those daydreams did she think it would have played out  this way, a sloppy drunk mistake.  

She told herself it would be ok, that if he didn’t want anyone to know that he had stooped so low as to sleep with her she was not going to damage his pretty little reputation. She could feel the mixture of complete heart break and raw anger burn just beneath the surface of her skin.  She shifted to her side, wrapping her arms around herself and cried herself to sleep.   

Iris woke a few hours later, her face swollen and chapped from crying.  Iris pushed herself out of bed knowing she only had a few hours before she had to be at work. She made her way to the bathroom trying to forget what had happened a few hours earlier. She peeled her clothes off as the shower water started to heat up. Iris looked at herself in the mirror taking in the aftermath of last night. Her long hair was rumpled and hanging loosely around her shoulders.  She brought her hands to her throat in disbelief. Her hands gently trace the dark purple trail of hickies that ran from just behind her ear lobe to the midpoint of her breast on the opposite side of her chest. Iris shook in anger how dare he leave marks on her. She stepped into the shower hoping the hot water would help burn away any pain or anger that was inside her.  Iris stood in the shower until the water ran cold hoping that the hot water would ease her red puffy eyes and the ache between her legs. When Iris stepped out of the shower all she could see was the bright purple marks on her skin. Anger made her blood boil again.  Great, she thought to herself not only did it feel like her vagina was going to fall out but now she had to figure out how to cover up this monstrosity that covered her neck.  Iris took her time trying to cover the spots before leaving for work. After fussing with the clothes and the make up for about an hour Iris gave up.She knew that she was going to hear about how stupid it is to allow someone to mark you up, when you work  in the public eye.  As she walked out the door she pulled at her collar once more before locking the door behind her.  The only thing she could count on being good today was the fact that Pete had the day off.

Iris drove in silence until the memories of last night started clawing at her subconscious. She turned up the music in the car trying to drown out Pete’s  words from playing over and over in her head. Iris had this habit of replaying things over and over in her head. Each time it replayed it like the world got more viscous. It was like Iris was slowly picking at an infected cut the more she picked the more it bled. Just as she made her way to the locker room, she heard Finn’s voice, “ There you are love. A bit late , are we?” His lips curled in to his classic heart s topping smile. “What happened to you last night? I though we were riding home together?”

Iris gremiced “ I got another ride home, when home a little early.”

Finn took a seat next Iris on the couch in  their faction's locker room. “ Umm, another ride?” He laughed getting excited. “Did my sweet virginal angel take a man home last night?” 

She smiled sadly at her best friend, “ I did. But, I do not want to talk about it right now.” She stopped to wipe her face quickly, “How about we practice our match for tonight.” 

Finn stopped in his tacks, “ Wait what?” who did you taking home? What happened?” 

[sydsaint]

Is he greasy? Yes. Do I love him anyway? Absolutely! Dats my feral babygirll ❤️❤️🥰🥰

Summary: The reader is convinced that Dunne has been cheating on her due to Sami Zayn's influence. But Pete isn't about to let the love of his life walk away from him so easily.

You've known Pete Dunne, aka, Butch, since you were a teenager. The two of you learned how to wrestle and came up in NXT together, and started dating shortly after that.

However, even since Pete joined Smackdown Live and started a team with Ridge Holland and Sheamus, he's seemed distracted. Ever since you two started dating you've always been all over one another, and great at communicating when one of you has a problem. And to make matters worse, Sami Zayn, a man that's got a crush on you, has been sowing seeds of doubt about Pete's love for you these past few weeks.

"Pete, babe, have you seen my green bottoms anywhere?" You ask Pete while digging around for your wrestling tights at the apartment. "Pete?" You ask again when he doesn't answer you at first.

You turn around to find Dunne doing something on his phone. "Hmm? Sorry, love." He looks up from his phone. "What are you looking for?"

"My green ring gear?" You answer him with frustration blatant in your tone. "I can't find my bottoms and I need them for the show tonight." You inform him.

Pete sets his phone down on the bed next to him and rises to his feet. He walks over to the closet where you are digging around and points to your old suitcase sitting in the corner.

"I don't think that you ever took them out of your old case." He nods to the case. "I just had your purple gear washed yesterday if you want a fresh pair." He adds.

You bend down and pull the older suitcase off of the floor. You open it up and find the bottoms you've been looking for and let out a small sigh. "Right...I forgot to wash them." You pull the bottoms out and give them a quick sniff. "Ew. Yeah, definitely not wearing those now"

You toss the bottoms in the nearby hamper and ask Pete what he thinks you should wear for the show. He doesn't reply again and you turn around to find him on his phone again.

"Who are you talking to, Pete?" You ask him curiously, but he doesn't seem to hear you.

Tired of being ignored by your otherwise occupied boyfriend, you get dressed and pack for the show.

Later in the night, you and Pete head backstage to the locker rooms. Once again, Pete seems more interested in his phone than in you.

"I'll see you after the show, babe." You stop when you get to the women's locker room "Wish me luck against, Shotzi tonight?" You ask Dunne.

Normally this would be the moment that Pete assures you that you don't need luck to win and kiss you goodbye. "Mhm, good luck, love. See you later." Pete nods at you absentmindedly and walks off.

You watch him walk off with a frown on your face. 'What has gotten into him?' You think to yourself. You turn to head into the locker room but before you do, Sami Zayn comes around the corner to greet you.

"Y/N! What a pleasure running into you." Zayn smiles at you. "How have you been? You look lovely, tonight by the way." He adds while looking you up and down.

"Thanks..." You reply dryly. "Is there something you need, Sami?" You ask him plainly.

Sami bounces on his heels and shrugs. "I just came by to say hello is all." He assures you. "Where's your boyfriend by the way? Aren't you two usually together?" He asks you.

"He's...busy." You cough. "I'll see him later, like always."

"Right." Sami nods. "Well, anyways. I'll catch you later, Y/N. Have a nice night. And I look forward to seeing you beat Shotzi tonight." He adds before he walks off.

You head into the locker room a bit taken aback by your conversation with Sami. 'Aren't you two usually together?' His statement plays over and over in your head. He's right. You and Pete are normally always together, even when you're at work.

Taking Sami's words to heart, you get changed and then head out for the Brawling Brutes locker room. When you arrive at the door you knock twice and wait.

"Yeah?" Ridge Holland answers the door a few minutes later. "Oh, hey, Y/N. What's going on?" He leans against the door casually.

"Hey, Ridge." You greet him back with a friendly smile. "Is Pete in there? I was hoping to talk to him before my match later." You explain.

Ridge shakes his head and steps out of the way of the door to reveal an empty locker room. "He stepped out a few minutes ago to take a call." He explains. "And I could hear some real angry broad arguing with him as he left in a hurry." He adds.

"Oh." You reply with a bit of worry.

Ridge sees the worried look on your face and realizes the information that he's just dropped on you. "I'm sure it was a work call is all." He assures you with a small smile. "You're welcome to wait for him here if you'd like."

"No, that's alright." You shake your head. "Thanks anyway, Ridge. I'll see you later." You dismiss yourself.

You walk away with all kinds of wild thoughts swimming around in your mind. 'Could Pete be cheating on me?' You ask yourself. 'Is that why he's been acting so distant lately?'

You head out for your match with Shotzi and end up losing it. You try your best to focus on the match but all your focus falls on Pete. You don't want to believe that he'd ever cheat on you. No woman does. But it seems so plausible now. You can't get the thought out of your head for the rest of the night.

After Smackdown you are settling into the hotel room when Pete finally arrives. He sets his bags down and shuts the door, announcing his arrival at the same time. "Y/N? Love? Sorry, I'm late, doll. I had a meeting with Hunter." He explains. "I would have called but my phone died at the show and I didn't want to be late for the meeting. Y/N?"

Pete glances around the hotel room but can't seem to find you. He walks up to the bathroom door and hears the shower running so he peaks his head in the door.

"Y/N? Love?" Pete calls out to you.

"I'm showering, Pete." You call back to him, in a sour mood now from letting your intrusive thoughts stew all night.

Pete steps into the bathroom with a nod. "I can see that, love." He chuckles. "How was your night?" He asks you "Ridge told me that you stopped by the locker room looking for me. Was there something you needed to talk about, love?"

"Nothing important." You turn the shower off and step out of it, shouldering past Pete on your way by.

Pete watches you shoulder passed him with a perplexed look. His eyes follow you out of the bathroom and to your suitcase sitting at the edge of your bed.

"Y/N? Love?" Pete walks after you. "Is there something wrong? You seem angry." He approaches you cautiously.

You turn your back to your boyfriend and dig around for some clothes to sleep in. "Nothings wrong, I'm fine." You insist coldly.

"Y/N, come on, I know that's not true." Pete pushes you. "You're angry at something, I know that for sure." He insists. "You want to tell me what's wrong so I can help?"

"I'm fine, Pete!" You snap. "I'm tired and just want to go to bed, okay?"

Pete nods, a bit surprised at your outburst. Dunne's known you for years, and you've never been someone that keeps your feelings and emotions to yourself.

All the next day you give Pete the cold shoulder. Then when the wargames pay-per-view that WWE is putting on rolls around later in the night, things get even worse.

"I just don't know what to do." Pete shakes his head at Ridge. "She's been pissed off at me for two days straight, but she won't tell me why." He voices his frustration. "And it's not like her at all. I'm worried about her, Ridge."

Ridge shrugs but feels bad for his friend. "I don't know what to tell you, mate." He admits. "Normally I'd recommend just talking to her, but it sounds like Y/N doesn't want to talk."

Pete sets his head in his hands with frustration ad lets out a long sigh. He needs to be focused on this Wargames match that he's about to be in.

The time for the match starts and Pete files out to the shark cage with the rest of his team. He spots you lingering near the side of the ramp and calls out to you.

"Y/N? Love! What are you doing out here?" He asks you.

Before you can reply to Pete, Sami Zayn appears at your side with an arm slung over your shoulder. "Y/N has made herself some new friends, I'm afraid." He snickers.

"Y/N?!" Pete tries to walk over to you but one of the referees pushes him into the shark cage.

You cast your gaze to the floor as Pete calls your name. You were sulking backstage earlier today at your lowest point when Sami happened by with some interesting information. The name of the woman that Pete was talking to on the phone a few days ago, is Alba Fyre from NXT.

The wargames match starts and you sulk next to The Bloodlines cage the whole match. Pete tries to get your attention the whole time, but Sami preys on your weakness and convinces you to stay. When Wargames boils down to where it's just Pete and Roman left in the cages, Dunne finally catches your attention.

"Y/N! Love, will you please just come over here?" Pete pleads with you.

With Sami no longer hovering at your side, you walk over to Dunne's cage. "What do you want, Pete?" You ask him coldly.

"Y/N, love, what is going on with you?" Pete asks you. "Have I done something to upset you? Because if I did, then I am sorry. But I just can't see why you're being so cold to me, love. Please, just talk to me." He pleads with you.

"Yes! God, yes, I am upset with you, Pete!" You snap at him. "I've been upset with you for days now! But you don't seem to notice anything that's got to do with me!" You shout at him. "And I know about Alba Fyre now. I just can't believe that you'd do that without even having the courtesy of telling me."

"Alba Fyre?" Pete replies in confusion. "What's that annoying little twit got to do with anything?" He asks you. "I...hold on. Love, do you think that I'm involved with her?"

You nod, trying your best not to lose your cool and start crying while standing in front of thousands of people. "Ridge told me he heard you talking to her in private on the phone. And Sami said that he's seen you with her." You explain. "Plus, you've been so distant lately. It's like you don't even notice me anymore, Pete."

"Y/N, love, please look at me." Pete reaches a hand through the bars of the shark cage in an attempt to grab your hand. "I swear to you, Y/N. I am not involved with Alba Fyre any more than I have to be. And by that, I mean that Triple H recently asked me to start mentoring her. Nothing more." He tries his best to resolve the situation at hand. "If I'm being honest, I can't stand the woman. That's why Ridge heard me arguing on the phone with her."

Shaking slightly, you suddenly start to realize how brash you've been acting these past few days. "So, you're not cheating on me with Alba?" You ask Pete in a hushed tone.

"Lord no, I'm not." Pete sneers. "Y/N, I love you. You and only you love. And I admit that I have been distracted with work lately and haven't been giving you the attention that you deserve." He admits. "And I am so sorry for that. But I sure as hell don't want to lose you. Please, I promise that I'll find a way to make it up to you. Just tell me that we aren't over." Dunne makes one last plea.

You stare at Pete through the bars of the cage and suddenly it's like a weight is lifted off of your shoulders. This right here is the Pete that you know and love. A man that isn't afraid to let you and anyone else know just how much he loves and cares about you.

"I'm sorry too." You sigh and compose yourself. "It's just, I was feeling so left out. And then Sami was telling me all these things." You shake your head. "I love you too, Pete."

The timer ticking on the titantron above you beeps signaling that it's Pete's turn to be let out of the cage. The referee lets him out and Pete scoops you up in his arms and kisses you. He sets you back down on the ground after a moment and twirls a strand of your hair in his hand.

"I'm going to go beat the shit out of Sami Zayn for trying to take you away from me." He informs you. "Then I am taking you home and making sure that you know without a doubt, just how much I love you."

You nod, blush heating your cheeks and you watch Pete head down to the ring and proceed to kick the crap out of Sami on your behalf.

[lilmanman99]

[edgessunflower]

IV

Pairing: Pete Dunne x Fem reader x Rhea Ripley

Description: You end up getting a concussion during a match while being dehydrated and sick leading to you having to get an IV at the hospital

Pete knew that the hit you just took was a lot more than a casual bump in your match with Io Shirai and he grew worried seeing the glazed expression in your eyes as you jumped on the top rope for a 450 splash. Rhea immediately caught you in her arms as you stumbled backstage feeling burning pain in the back of your head noticing pete with a bag of ice holding it on the back of your head as the medic looks you over until you throw up in the trash can beside you which really made both your partners afraid for your physical condition, you kept getting sick while being looked over until you end up passing out leading to you being loaded onto stretcher and rushed to the hospital where they immediately knew you obviously had a concussion and once rhea had mentioned you haven't had a drink of water in eight hours especially before your hour long match they knew you were dehydrated unable to control your now shot nerves and very unsettled stomach with rhea and pete on either side of you as a nurse walked in. Once you saw the needle you felt your stomach churn with as your arm is wiped with a disinfectant wipe shutting your eyes tightly while holding pete and rhea's hands going out once the needle hit your skin, you came to only to be leaned against pete while the iv was taped to your arm leading to you throwing up yet again in a small container as rhea placed an ice pack on the top of your head after sipping on cold water occasionally being gently shaken or tapped when you dozed off almost drooling when rhea came back with a bag of take out Italian definitely feeling much better after eating a slice of pizza and a few bites of alfredo pasta leading to you falling asleep for an hour before being waken up and asked a question by pete or rhea over the next three hours before being released and taken to your shared hotel room where rhea helped you shower and pete checked the back of your head for a bump as you sipped on a glass of water before falling asleep snuggled between them after one last question which made them sigh in relief while sandwiching you in their arms.

[of-twilight-and-moonshadow]

Dammit my Pete feels too 😭😭😍

*screech*

Secret Passion

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

No strings

No feelings

No jealousy

No commitments

No dates

Just sex

Those were the rules.

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

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

[dirtywrestling]

Something Pete Dunne. Maybe a enemies to lovers one shot?? Truly do anything you want with it, just wanted to send you a request🫡😉

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Warnings: 18+ Blog, Enemies to Lovers, Cussing

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"Oh and look at that! You got our last bedroom." The woman said as she typed away on the computer. You sighed happily as you arrived at the hotel late after the show, too busy with meet and greets right when you landed early this morning you didn't have any time.

"Thank god." You said.

"Oh. Hell. No." Someone spoke up behind you, looking over your shoulder to see Pete standing there with his luggage and a frown on his lips. "You did not just take the last fucking room." Pete snarled.

You stuck out your tongue at him and looked back at the women with a smile. "Great, your total is-"

"Wait!" Pete pushed himself to the front. "I'm crashing with her, I'll even pay." Pete started to dig in his pocket for his wallet.

"I don't want you staying with me and I can pay it myself." You hissed, trying to quickly take your card out to pay.

"I am NOT going to try and find another hotel at this time, Y/N. It's late and we both have flights in the morning. Stop being a bitch and let me pay and sleep in the room."

"It's a one bedroom, if I may remind you." The women spoke up.

"Ugh!" You let out a groan and glared at Pete. "Fine! But I get the bed, you get the couch." You glared.

Pete handed the women the card and paid for the room. She handed Pete the key card and both of you made your way to the elevator. Once in you stood there awkwardly. "You didn't have to pay." You said.

"No way you would have let me crash in your room if it didn't benefit you."

"I mean, you did save me 80 bucks." You snickered.

Pete shrugged, once the elevator door open he grabbed your bag and his. "Ooo, acting like such a gentleman." You teased.

"I always am." He pouted.

"Yeah, when you want to be." You watched as he opened the door and let you go in first. "But thanks for paying, Pete." You smiled at him as he struggled to get the bags inside the room. "Maybe you're not a cunt after all." You placed a kiss upon his scruffy cheek. You grinned at his red face as he stood there, placing a hand upon his cheek. Not saying a word after that you went to the bathroom to shower.

[void-detective]

Impending Doom

((GIF NOT MINE!! Dividers made by cafekitsune))

Authors note: There's no fics for this man so I took it upon myself to do a service. This is my first reader x story 😭 I'm sorry if it's a little awkward!

Warnings: teasing, slightly suggestive(?, and simping

Word count: 1,229

Edited 4/23/24: Part two here!

Summary: With your soft spot for dominant heels in the industry, it only seemed inevitable that he would eventually get to you. Although nervous at first your friend helps encourage you to approach the Intercontinental champion, hopefully it goes well.

Day 639 of Gunther's Intercontinental Championship run

You always had a soft spot for heel wrestlers, whether it be Miz or someone like Pete Dunne. You always enjoyed loving the bad guys over the good guys when I came to wrestling. So you really shouldn't have been surprised when you ended up liking Gunther, right? No one matched the pure strength and dominance of the when it came to being a force to be wreckin with.

You were seated with Rollins backstage to watch a match between Jey Uso and Gunther for his Intercontinental Championship. You had a hunch on who was probably going to win even if you knew everyone adored the Main Event, Jey Uso. You leaned back in the seat watching Jey finish up his entrance and peered over at Seth who was leaned back holding his own championship close on his lap while watching.

As soon as the lights went out in the area and you heard the first few notes of Symphony No. 9, you were inching closer to the edge of your chair. You ignored the look Seth gave you as you watched Gunther walk out in front of the titantron, lifting his head at the cue of music as the Imperium graphics lit up the screen. With his hands folded behind his back and the gold secured around his waist, Gunther walked down towards the ring.

He stepped up the stairs and made his way to the apron where he wiped his feet back and forth before going under the ropes. Once in the ring, Gunther raised the championship before looking at Jey across the ring with a smirk. He walked across the ring holding the title towards his face and turned to hand it off to the referee with a bit of a scowl.

Each chop delivered across Jey’s chest sent an echo through the arena and you found yourself sitting at the edge of your seat as Gunther picked him up. With a slam into the middle of the ring, Jey was sent down from the powerbomb before the champion went in and pinned him.

The three count ended as Gunther retained and released a breath you didn't realize you were holding as you relaxed your shoulders. You heard Seth chuckle and looked over your shoulder at him as you raised a brow.

“I never seen you so tense over a match Y/N.” Rollins chuckled in amusement as he leaned forward and raised a brow at you in question. “So it's Gunther now? I guess I'm not surprised.” The architect snorted when you scowled at him and waved at you in a dismissive way.

“Have you ever spoken to the guy?” You leaned back in your seat to look more directly at Seth as you tilted your head curiously. You knew he had previously spoken to Gunther in a promo while injured but that was as much as you saw.

“Outside the ring? Nah, but I heard he's a pretty chill guy behind the scenes though. I'd still be careful though, the rest of the Imperium followed him everywhere.” The champion added with a frown as he propped his leg over the other with the hurt one on top. His face showed mostly amusement and curiosity as he watched you stand up.

“Thanks Seth, I'll be careful.” You nodded in agreement as you patted your friend's shoulder as you moved further backstage. You moved past other superstars as you glanced at the people standing around the hallway.

You kept searching till you recognized the black ring attire of the two main Imperium members, along with the large figure of Gunther. You bit your lip feeling your nerves wrecking up all the sudden as you took a deep breath and approached the stable slowly, trying to appear as friendly as possible.

Ludwig immediately took notice of you and raised a judgemental brow as he moved in front of Gunther along with Giovanni stepping to his side with a stiff looking glare. “Can we..help you lass?” Kaiser questioned with a suspicious tone as he folded his arms behind his back.

“Uh, yeah I was wondering if I could talk to Gunther?” You whispered trying to not sound intimidated considering most of them were a lot taller than you. Your brows furrowed in betrayal of your attempt to appear collected as you curled your fingers in your jacket out of habit. You felt like your heart might as well beat out your chest and you might die on the spot but you tried to retain a calm and confident look.

The pair exchanged a look as Kaiser raised an eyebrow before peering over their shoulder at the leader of Imperium. Gunther was removing the tape from his wrist and only gave you half a glance over his shoulder before simply nodding. The other two members moved aside, giving you accusing looks as you slowed inched past towards the Intercontinental champion.

You swallowed hard and stopped just a few feet from him looking up at him as you smiled folding your hands in front of yourself. Please don't let me look like a nervous wreck. You thought to yourself as the Ring General turned to look at you with an unreadable expression crossing his features.

“How can I help you Y/N?” Gunther frowned as he rubbed his face with a towel so he wasn't sweating as much as he looked back at you, not giving much of an expression like the other two had.

“Oh uh, I just wanted to say I thought you were an amazing heel and that you really deserve to be the longest reigning champ. I really admire your work and I uh..I've been watching a lot of your matches as of late.” You chuckled before feeling your cheeks heat up noticing you basically gushed and rambled to him and looked down at the floor as you fidgeted with the jacket.

God damnit.

Gunther only chuckled in an amused way as he smirked and raised a brow seemingly getting a boost in his ego and both prided being praised so openly. His arms now folded over his chest as he seemed to almost size you up only making you feel smaller.

“Really? I'm not used to getting compliments from female superstars but I appreciate the admiration.” He couldn't hide the pure amusement in his tone as he furrowed his brow leaning down slightly to your height. Maybe he could take advantage of the opportunity just to mess with you, your reactions only fueled his amusement anyway.

“But I'd be careful.” His austrian accent became more noticeable in his low, almost dangerous tone. His eyes glimmering in a condescending and mocking way as he stared you down even at this height now. “Running around getting involved with me might just get you..in trouble.” Gunther muttered and let out a small chuckle at the way your cheeks burned brighter.

Giovanni and Kaiser came into view at either side of Gunther while the General watched you like a predator about to take down prey. The other two men smirked too as they exchanged a knowing glance then looked back at the leader of the stable. The last words of the bigger male wrestler left a shiver up your spine when he spoke again in a low tone.

“I would hate to break something so fragile.”

[co-sharkie]

Medic! Reader with her boys after an ambush

Grayson Waller, Logan Paul, and Austin Theory x F! Reader

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Grayson and Austin came stumbling into the medical room after their match with New Catch Republic. They were looking more roughed up than you had expected. Grayson holding up Austin who was visibly in pain and holding his chest.

"What happened?" You worried and rushed them both over to a chair. Logan was still lying on the cot, even though he was feeling better after his encounter with Kevin and Randy.

"Judgement Day, that's what happened." Austin managed wheezed out. He flinched as he spoke.

You had to swallow down your anger when hearing the group's name. It seemed like every show someone from the Judgement Day was the reason you had a patient. "Logan, get up. Let Austin lay down."

Logan groaned as he rolled off the cot and sat in the chair Austin was occupying. Austin stumbled into the cot and laid face up.

"Let me guess, Coup de Grace?" Austin nodded. You sighed and felt around his torso. You made sure nothing was broken before moving over to Grayson. "And what happened with you?"

"My fingers just hurt..." he pouted and held up his hand.

"Pete Dunne?" He nodded. You knew Pete wouldn't actually break anyone's fingers, but you figured you'd double check just in case.

While you checked Grayson's hands, he started questioning Logan. "Why are you here?"

"I got a stunner and an RKO. No thanks to you guys." Logan crossed his arms and looked away from Grayson. Logan frowned as he stared at the blank wall.

Grayson looked like he was about to say something to Logan when you cut him off sternly. "Boys, do not start arguing." Austin let out a strangled laugh. Grayson also crossed his arms and turned his back to Logan. Both of their chairs were right next to each other, which made the scene look even more hilarious to you.

"You didn't watch our match?" Austin tried to sit up but you pushed him back down. Your hand had subconsciously rubbed at his shoulder. His pain was evident, and you hated seeing it.

"No, I'm sorry. I was too busy nursing Logan back to health and the t.v. kept cutting out." Austin frowned. "I'll watch the playbacks later tonight."

You ran a hand through Austin's hair. He smiled and leaned into your touch. Thankfully the other boys didn't see, because there would for sure be some jealousy. "You guys should get changed, show ends in ten minutes." You looked over at Logan and Grayson. "Logan, help them get to the locker room?"

Logan grumbled but stood up anyway. "You can't?" Even though he'd do what you said, he was a little upset with the other boys and their lack of success on his planned ambush. Logan and Grayson helped Austin up to his feet.

"No," you grabbed your bag and walked to the door. "I think it's time I had a little chat with Rhea."

[heelwriting]

Pete Dunne Masterlist

I'm going to save you from the terrible date you're having

With the Family

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[mrsarcherofinfamy]

●Grayson Waller x Austin Theory x Reader●

Summary: They win the Smackdown tag team titles at Wrestlemania.

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*Y/N's POV*

Standing ringside watching the six pack ladder match going on, I see Grayson come into the ring pushing everyone off the ladders. Austin also comes into the ring and they position a ladder underneath the Smackdown tag titles. Grayson climbs up the ladder while Austin stays at the bottom watching for other competitors. I climb up on the ring apron watching them. Grayson climbs up to the top of the ladder, grabs the carabiner and unhooks the Smackdown tag titles.

"Yes!!!"

I jump up and down excited and clapping for them. Tyler Bate and Pete Dunne come into the ring and Tyler takes out Austin. Pete comes over hitting Grayson in the back. Tyler comes over to Pete and looks at me. Tyler blows me a kiss as they pick up Grayson and powerbomb him through a ladder on the outside. I gasp, wide eyed looking at Grayson than back at them.

"How dare you!"

I jump down off the ring and walk over to Grayson leaning down. I put my hands on his face.

"Gray? Gray? Are you okay?"

He looks up at me groaning and rolls towards me a little.

"Y/N. Help me."

I grab his hand helping him as he crawls off of the ladder. I kneel on the ground next to him while Austin is in the ring trying to get the Raw tag titles as well. He gets taken out and rolls to the outside of the ring. Grayson lays his head on my leg still clutching his tag title as I play with his hair. We watch as The Awesome Truth gets the Raw tag titles. Austin crawls over to us and lays next to me with his title. I look down at them smiling.

"I'm so proud of you guys."

"We couldn't have done it without your help baby."

Grayson sits up looking at me smiling. Austin puts a hand on my shoulder kneeling next to me.

"Yeah babygirl. Thank you for your support."

They kiss my cheeks at the same time making me giggle. I stand up and help them stand up as we make our way to the back to celebrate their win.

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