content: fav x reader, cream pie, overstimulation lolz, one use of good girl, also not proofread im dumb
a/n: originally written for Jean but just insert whoever tbh
The sound of his hips slamming against your ass reverberates throughout the room, but it canât compete with the loud moans and drawn-out whines that he forces from your lips. At this point, his thrusts are sloppy and uneven, but the tip of his cock is still able to hit that special spot deep inside of you. His massive form hovers over your broken body, one hand pressed into the sheets near your head while the other leaves a bruising grip on your hip. Light kisses are sprinkled behind your shoulders between his gasps and grunts; occasionally he layers another slap on your ass, leaving it throbbing and sore all over again. Your limbs are weak, and youâve cum so many times, you couldnât move even if you wanted to. Fine with him, it was just how he wanted you. âHey, stop it.â, he had mumbled into your ear whenever you started writhing on the sheets, punctuating the command with a harsh thrust that left you crying out for him. âBe still, baby. Just lie there and take it, you can handle it.â Any time you disobeyed that instruction, he would hold you still and fuck into you so hard youâd be sure to feel it over the next few days.Â
Slowing his movements to grind against your backside, he fills you up once again. He pulls back to leer at the thick stream of cum as it drips from your clenching hole, before pushing back in and watching it gush out around his dick, coating his cock in a mixture of you guysâ orgasms. His gaze travels over your heaving, trembling body; the bedsheets are wrinkled in your weak grip as you struggle to catch your breath. He leans down to press a kiss to your tinted, hot cheeks, and then the corner of your lips. Then he asks you a question, the same one heâs been asking after the last three times you came.
âWanna give me one more, baby?â
Despite your indistinguishable babble, he understands your answer from the weak nod you give.âGood girl.â
Can you do something with Pete from the Eltingville Club maybe dating headcanons or something?
of course!! thanks so much for the request (âŻâ˝â° )
being in a relationship with pete would include...
like most of the members, he isn't too big on public displays of affection. especially if you're in the club. but he's much more touchy in private.
he keeps things that remind him of you, like pictures, hair ties, or your favorite gum flavor.
he's the worst person ever to sleep in the same bed with, you need to have a pillow separating you guys. or else you'll either wake up on the floor cause he kicked you off by accident, or his drool in your hair.
he's crazy freaky. he'll turn anything you say into something sexual. it doesn't matter
he's so embarrassed of his family he drags you into his room IMMEDIATELY whenever you come over. his mothers too doting, and his brothers are douches.
but whenever he's around your family, he switches personalities so quick it gives you whiplash. he's a complete gentleman around them.
he loves to play fight. it's always a wrestling match between you two, and you always pretend to actually get hurt so you can sneak attack him. but he eventually stopped believing you, so good luck whenever you for real get hurt!
he calls you the cringiest nicknames ever; woman, tits, nips, babe, babygirl if he feels like messing with you.
after arguments, he doesn't really apologize. it's mainly in a condescending way, like he actually doesn't believe it hurt your feelings. if you express that he did, he'll call you too sensitive.
''y'know i didn't really mean itt.. c'mon.''
he's very awkward with comforting people. but the most he can do is give you a very short hug, and attempt to get your mind off of whatever's upsetting you.
he'll force you to watch his favorite movies with him 'cause that's the only way of bonding and showing a more lovey-dovey side of affection without feeling like a fairy. it doesn't matter if you're not into horror, either.
he does that corny thing where you pretend to yawn and stretch to put your arm around the other's shoulder.
i'd honestly like to think he starts shaking like a scared chihuahua when you ignore him for too long, but i might just be dreamingg..
if you're gothic, he fucking loves watching you get ready. he'd be on cloud 9 if you offered to do juggalo makeup for him.
he loves seeing his clothes on you. it doesn't matter what size you are, wear his jacket as a blanket!
mainly cause he's got this weird thing for scents, after showers he just needs to sniff you for a while. maybe it's cause of his surroundings that're filled with pure filth, so having something that smells nice, like you, is a necessity.
he's actually a semi-okay boyfriend once you get past the gore fetish!
'' i love myself, i want you to love me, when i feel down, i want you above me ''
request: Idk if your ask are open, but can you make pete x reader play fighting turning to more please
warnings: fingering, cunnulingus (our boy's a munch), slight degredation, arguing, mentions of blood, smut (18+), PETE DINUNZIO AS A WHOLE WARNINGđ
s/n: hello my lovelies, its been a whileđđđ lately ive been dealing with alot so here's a fic
and yes guys ik i kinda strayed from the request but like i was writing the request and another idea popped into my head so i wrote that and technically forgot about the supposed to be plot of the requestđđđ
"Oh my god, Pete, seriously?" You groan, as you step on one of Pete's boxers strewn across on the floor.
"What? Ya wanted ta' come over, why're ya complainin'?"
"Well, I was thinking I mattered enough for you to clean your room before I came over at least." A huff came from your lips as you stepped on some stray... Boxer? Briefs? Socks? You're not sure, it's pretty dirty (and is that mold?). But you kick it to the side anyway.
Pete didn't even have a bed frame, just a dingy old mattress on the floor, a part of the bedsheets (if you could even call it that) raised up to show a growing black patch of mold on the yellowing fabric.
âEw.â You mutter under your breath, breathing in deep.
âWhaddya say?â Pete hissed. You were his first girlfriend. And you knew he didn't have that oh so bright idea that women were human beings. With human feelings. And human reactions. âIf ya gonna complain, ya could jusâ leave.â He grumbled.
You scoff in reply. âSmooth. But you're the one who's been talking my ear off about some new film you got. And let me remind you, not so subtly asking me to come over.â
How did you even end up with this horror-gore porn freak? No clue (or maybe it was a result of the constant pestering he did that could be considered borderline stalking. Oh, and harassment too).
âWell, sit down already! This tape ain't gonna wait for ya.â Pete barks, plopping down onto his mattress and having inserted the tape.
He looked mad. The faint glow of the screen against his face. Furrowed eyebrows and what looked like a hardened jaw.
Rolling your eyes faintly, you leave a tiny bit of space between you. Just for space. A stark contrast to how Pete always had his hands all over you, touching, fondling, groping.
Maybe it was five minutes into the movie, or ten, but you hear an awkward cough next to you and you glance Pete's way.
âHey, uh, why are ya sittinâ so far away?â Pete cleared his throat, scratching the back of his head.
âWell, you looked angry, so I just thoughtââ
â âM not fuckinâ angry. Jusâ irritated, 's all.â
âUh-huh, okay.â
A piercing scream rang out from the screen, from a blood-soaked girl running from a killer at full speed.
âListen, ah, âm sorry, âkay? Didn't- Didn't mean it ta come out like that.â
âOh, bite me,â You retort before clearing your throat very loudly. âBut, uh, you could make it up to me. I guess.â
And when you were hinting at that, you meant for Pete to smother you with affection or to cuddle you.
Not this.
Not making it up to you like this.
âPete, fuck, hold onââ You gasp, gripping the sheets as he bit another mark into your inner thigh. Teeth sinking into the supple flesh.
Face down and arched up, Pete's hands spreading the globes of your ass obscenely.
You could feel his hot breath on your soaking pussy, dripping as he bit mark after mark onto the fat of your ass.
âTaste fuckinâ amazinâ.â He groaned, eyes rolled back as he screwed them shut.
He lapped at your pussy, tongue-fucking you like it would guarantee him a world record if he made you squirt.
âYa like getting treated like this? Yâlook like a whore.â He snickered, middle finger circling your tight, puckered asshole.
âPete!â You gasp, mewling. Drooling from the corner of your mouth as you turn your head, meeting Pete's eyes.
The movie was still playing, screams and squelches of blood.
But with how your pussy was talking to him so intently, you got his attention.
Like a whisperer or something.
Pussy whisperer (You wouldn't be so keen to agree otherwise).
Pete's tongue digs in deep into your hole, the tip of his nose bumping your puckered hole as he holds your hips closer.
âNgh! Pete! Ow!â You protest, trying to move away. Besides the fact that his grip was bruisingâhe was also burying himself in both your holes so deep, you weren't sure if he even wanted to breathe anymore.
âStop fuckenâ movinâ.â Pete muttered, voice muffled by your slick.
His hand reaches under, circling your clit fast.
You cry out, gripping the sheets harder. Praying that the volume of the TV was enough to drown out your whiny little sobs.
âBill anâ those othaâ limp dick freaks can't ever get close âta this.â And as if emphasizing his statement, his calloused palm strikes the fat of your ass before groping it harshly.
You swear stars were bursting behind your eyelids.
And it was kinda hot that you were his first girlfriend and this was how you come to find out the man's a munch.
âP- Pete! Fuck- ngh, I'm close!â
He just replies with a muffled murmur, nodding his head.
You could tell by how his nose moved around in the way that made your stomach twist.
He pulled away from you, smacking his lips and running his tongue over them. âYâknow, I'm thankful yer not an absolute bitch, or one of those sluts that keep begginâ to date me. Yer cool.â And he shrugs.
Fucking shrugs like this is casual talk and he doesn't have you bent over, eating you out.
And for that statement, you'd definitely like to protest but all thoughts that try to bubble out as words come popping when Pete digs his fingers deep in your gummy walls once more.
Pistoning in and out both at a fast yet lazy pace.
You fall forward, smushing your face against the sheets and moaning loudly.
âC- Cumming! Fuck, Pete!â
Your vision goes white. The knot in your stomach snapping and hitting all your insides. Rippling through your body as you arch your back, mewling Pete's name pathetically.
Eyes seeming to bore residence at the back of your skull.
Clenching down on his fingers like you'd fall apart if he pulled them out too quickly.
Both of you stay like that for a while, before Pete's fingers leave your dripping hole, tasting your slick on his fingers. And humming approval as if it was a dish from a five star Michelin.
âWe could always watch thaâ next movie at yer place.â
âFuck you.â
to all the people that requested, im pretty sure its been a long time so im asking you, do you still want me to write for those requests? i have all twenty asks in my inbox drafted in my docs but i just cant finish them on timeđđđ
