who's the mighty warrior?

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 can’t 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 you’ve cum so many times, you couldn’t move even if you wanted to. Fine with him, it was just how he wanted you. “Hey, stop it.”, 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. ”Be still, baby. Just lie there and take it, you can handle it.” Any time you disobeyed that instruction, he would hold you still and fuck into you so hard you’d be sure to feel it over the next few days. 

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 guys’ 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 he’s been asking after the last three times you came.

“Wanna give me one more, baby?”

of course!! thanks so much for the request (╯▽╰ )

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!

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 WARNING🙏

s/n: hello my lovelies, its been a while💕💕💕 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 request😭😭😭

"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.

“Ew.” You mutter under your breath, breathing in deep.