#pete davidson fanfic

[hollywoodxwhore]

wanted (part seventeen)

Colson x Original Female Character x Pete

Warnings: Smut (18+), swearing, ass eating, crying, double penetration, threesome

We're almost done y'all. Thanks to everyone who's read all sixteen previous parts and keeps coming back for more for some reason. I'm wayyyy too wordy and love writing a slow burn apparently.

At first, Colson’s not responsive to the kiss, but after a few moments, I feel his big hand on my hip. Then, his lips part against mine and I know I’ve got him. He makes me feel so safe, and so does Pete. I kiss Colson harder when I feel the sting of tears behind my lids. As soon as I break our kiss, I back up, allowing Pete to lean in and kiss Colson, too.

It’s then that I realize I’m shaking. I feel so vulnerable all of a sudden. I can’t help but wonder if this is too good to be true. If one morning, they’re going to wake up and decide they don’t want me. 

“Baby.” Pete’s voice breaks me out of my spiral and I look at him with watery eyes. “Come here.” He reaches out and Colson scoots over so I can squeeze between them. I wrap my arms around Pete’s waist and Colson presses against me from behind, spooning me. Pete tips my chin up and kisses me until I’m whimpering, and as soon as I make a noise, I feel Colson’s erection pressing into my ass. 

He groans, burying his face in my neck and grinds forward. “Fuck,” he breathes. “Baby…” I turn my head to look at him. He takes the opportunity to kiss me, and then Pete’s hand is snaking up under my shirt. Colson and I break the kiss long enough for Pete to remove my shirt. 

Colson’s lips are immediately back on mine, like he can’t possibly get enough. I grab his hand and lace our fingers together, and it’s then that I can feel him shaking. I squeeze his hand harder, trying to communicate safety to him. I roll over, closer to him. I can’t get enough of either of them, and all we’ve done is kiss. 

“Cols,” I murmur into his mouth. “Let me make you feel good, baby. Please?”

Colson sighs softly as I push him gently onto his back. I straddle his hips and slide down his body, pushing up his shirt. Pete helps to remove the shirt, then rests back against the pillows to watch us. I tug Colson’s sweats from his long legs, and as I toss them to the ground, I hear Colson moan. I look up and see that Pete’s got his hand on Colson’s clothed dick. 

My heart beats faster as I watch them, content to sit back and enjoy. I love watching them touch each other. It never gets old. “Pete,” I say. “Want you to help me make him feel good. Okay?”

Pete’s eyes darken almost mischievously and he nods. Colson looks a little apprehensive but he tries to relax. I take the opportunity to pull his boxers off and toss them to the ground. Colson’s cock is leaking already, so hard it looks painful, and I can tell he wants this, even if he’s a little scared of being vulnerable. 

“Get on his side,” Pete says. I lift my brow in confusion but do as I’m told, getting on one side of Colson’s body. Pete gets between Colson’s legs and strokes his hands over his thighs. “Hey,” he murmurs. Colson’s eyes lock onto Pete’s. “Do you trust me?”

Colson nods.

“I need to hear it, baby,” Pete says softly, and him calling Colson baby does something to me. 

“Yes,” Colson murmurs. He looks intrigued. Pete settles onto his stomach and pulls Colson’s thighs over his shoulders. Colson’s dick twitches as he prepares for Pete to take it into his mouth, but that’s not what Pete is going for. Mine and Colson’s eyes widen at the same time, and I realize now why Pete needed me out of his way. I know all at once that Colson’s going to freak out, so before he can, I bend and take his cock into my mouth.

“Oh fuck,” Colson chokes out, hips jerking a little as I slide my lips down his shaft. As I reach his tip again, I feel Colson’s legs get pushed back a little farther, and then Colson whimpers. He actually whimpers. I open my eyes and that’s when I see it: Pete’s face buried in Colson’s tiny ass. I pull off Colson for a second. An almost hysterical laugh bubbles up because holy shit, Pete is eating Colson’s ass, but I hold it in. 

“Oh my fucking god,” Colson whines, and my head whips around so I can watch him. Both of his hands are gripped tightly in his hair and his eyes are open as he stares down at Pete. I turn to watch Pete too, and fuck, why is this so hot?

I’m still stunned, unable to look away, but then Colson says my name, tone laced in desperation. I look up at him, noticing how red his cheeks are, his mouth wet and wide open as he pants. “P-please, baby…”

“Oh,” I say when I realize, and then I position his cock at my lips and take him in again. 

“Pete - oh, fuck - don’t stop-” Colson practically wails. I’ve never heard Colson go this crazy before, but it’s exactly what I wanted - for us both to please him, to completely take care of him. His noises only encourage me more, and I take him deep again, hollowing out my cheeks to bring him closer. 

It doesn’t take very long to get him there. “Ohmygod, fuckfuckfuck,” Colson babbles, sounding nothing like the composed Colson I know. His hips gyrate forward as he comes, so hard that it almost makes me cough. He rides it out and as I pull off him, I expect Pete to do the same, but he doesn’t. He grips Colson’s thighs and keeps licking, even as Colson twitches in sensitivity. “Pete - please,” he gasps. “Holy shit-”

Finally Pete pulls back, panting, and rests his head against Colson’s thigh. I’m panting, too, looking back and forth between the two boys in a way that must look comical, but they’re both too blissed out to even notice I’m here right now. Not that I mind. That was hot.

Finally, Pete rolls off the bed and into the bathroom where I can hear the sink turn on. I look over at Colson to gauge his reaction, half worried that he’s going to freak out, but instead, he huffs out an incredulous laugh. “Holy shit,” he says. Finally, he rolls his head over to look at me. 

I grin at him. He looks adorable in the afterglow, cheeks pink and hair messy. As he bites his lip, he morphs from adorable to sexy and I’m reminded that he’s the only one of us who’s gotten off. I move closer to him, snuggling into his side. “Have you done that before?” I ask.

“No,” Colson says. “I mean, a finger in the ass is great. But that…never. I never thought I’d like it.”

“Seems like you more than liked it,” I remark and Colson chuckles.

“Yeah. Seems that way,” he says as Pete exits the bathroom. He smirks at Colson and Colson laughs, shaking his head. “Fuck off, man.”

“I just ate your ass,” Pete says proudly.

Colson rolls his eyes. “Yeah, thanks, wasn’t aware,” he says flatly. Pete’s grin widens as he climbs into bed beside me. We’re quiet for a few more minutes and then Colson turns his face toward mine. “So,” he says. “About this lovemaking.”

It’s my turn to look bashful. I’m not sure why it’s so embarrassing to be vulnerable, why we can spread our legs and open up our bodies with ease but baring our souls is so much harder. 

“Come here, baby,” Colson murmurs, shifting so he hovers over me. His thumb grazes my cheek as he looks down at me with such tenderness that my legs feel weak. I lose my breath for a moment as I look up at this man I love. This man who loves me back. How is it even possible? Slowly, he leans down to kiss me, soft and gentle at first. I can’t help the little sigh that leaves me. 

When Colson breaks away to kiss down my chest, Pete takes his place, kissing me with equal softness and love. My hand goes to his face and I hold him close, aware of the way Colson’s lips brush gently over my skin. I arch my back when I feel his fingers working at the clasp of my bra, and I let the garment slide down my arms.

Pete keeps kissing me as Colson slowly strips me, his lips covering everywhere that clothes once did. I let my legs fall open naturally as I feel Colson settle between them, gently lifting my legs over his shoulders one at a time. I hear him moan softly as his hand rests on my stomach, thumb finding my clit. I shift and whimper softly, tugging gently at Pete’s hair. Pete breaks the kiss in favor of kissing my chest instead, gently sucking at the sensitive skin of my breasts. 

When Colson’s warm tongue finds me, I can’t help the breathless moan that leaves me. I spread my legs even more, reaching down to bury my hand in his hair. Colson’s hand finds mine and removes it from his hair in favor of lacing our fingers together. I squeeze his hand hard, my other hand finding Pete’s hair as his lips brush over my nipple. 

I moan again when Colson slides a long finger inside me. My hips shift in reaction to the pleasure, and soon, he adds a second finger. I can feel myself getting impossibly wetter. Pete comes up to kiss me again as Colson’s fingers pick up speed. I squirm and moan until Colson pulls his hand back. I break the kiss with Pete, frowning down at Colson. 

“Do you trust me?” he asks.

“Yes,” I answer easily.

“Can we try something new?” He asks, drawing his finger down beneath my pussy. My eyes widen when I realize what he means and I swallow hard, but I nod. “Are you sure, baby?”

“I’m sure.”

“I want both of us to be able to make love to you at the same time,” he says, eyes locked on mine as his finger circles gently around a place no one has ever touched. I swallow hard and nod quickly, not sure if I want to distract myself with Pete or if I want to watch. But when Pete’s hand takes over where Colson had been moments ago, two fingers curving deep inside of me, the decision is made for me. My eyes lock on the place where their hands almost touch. 

I suck in a breath as Colson eases a finger inside me. The sensations duel, the pleasure of Pete’s fingers and the slight discomfort of Colson’s. I try my best to relax, and very soon, I turn pliant in their hands. It feels good, better than good. My eyes nearly cross from the pleasure once Colson adds another finger. They’re working me up together, taking their time. I hiss softly when Colson adds a third finger. It’s a tight fit at first, and the thought of Colson’s entire nine inches in the same place where just his fingers are a stretch….

“Relax, love,” Colson says, looking up at me. I swallow hard and breathe, relaxing my muscles, which allows Colson’s fingers to move more easily. “Good girl,” he purrs, biting his lip.

Pete hums in pleasure and looks up at me as he keeps working his fingers. “Are you getting close?” He asks. I nod, breathless, legs starting to quake. Pete smirks and slowly removes his fingers. I whimper and frown at him, but he shushes me. “Trust me, it’ll be better this way.”

“How are we doing this, Petey?” Colson asks. 

Pete considers, then lays on his back. “You’re gonna ride me, okay baby?” He asks me and I nod, straddling him. 

I look back at Colson, who nods. “Go ahead.” I turn back towards Pete, who somehow ended up naked. He holds his cock and I slowly sink down, thighs burning in a delicious way. Pete may not be as giant as Colson, but he’s still big, and I wince a little once he’s in all the way, despite how turned on I am. 

“You okay?” Pete murmurs, and I nod. “Come here.” He pulls me down onto his chest as I adjust to him, and he slowly starts to move his hips. I moan, eyes squeezing shut. I had been close before he stopped fingering me, and I remember that fact now. 

I hear the sound of a cap closing and then Colson’s hand finds my waist. “Need you to breathe, baby, okay?” He murmurs, kissing my shoulder. I take a slow breath in response. “Good.” I gasp softly when I feel his cock pressing against me, slick with lube. The head slides in easier than I thought, and I whimper, reaching back to grip his hip, stepping him from going any further. “It’s okay,” he says. “Take your time.”

Pete’s hips continue to move slowly, and the pleasure is distracting enough that my body relaxes a bit more, allowing Colson to inch forward a bit more. He takes his time, slowly and gently entering me, but before I know it, I’m completely full of both of them. It’s hard to breathe.

“Holy shit,” I say brokenly. 

“You’re doing so good for me,” Colson murmurs.

“You’re amazing, baby,” Pete says, and suddenly, without any warning, I burst into tears.

Both boys go rigid and lock eyes with one another, concern etched into their faces. “Baby?” Colson asks softly. When I don’t respond, he bends over and kisses my spine gently. 

I’m not sure why I’m crying. It feels like a total emotional release, something completely out of my control. “Don’t stop,” I choke out. 

“Are you sure? We-”

“Please!” I say desperately. 

With that, I settle onto Pete’s chest and both boys get the idea, Pete lifting his hips into mine and Colson thrusting forward at the same time. We all moan simultaneously, and when their moans taper off, I’m gasping, eyes wide open and then squeezing shut.

“Feel good?” Colson grunts, and I can tell he’s struggling to hold himself back from fucking me hard. 

“Y-y-yeah,” I manage, shocked at just how stuttered my words are. I’m not sure I’ve ever shaken so hard in my life. 

“I know it’s a lot,” Pete murmurs, stroking my cheek. “It’s okay. Just let go.”

So I do.

For the first time in my life, I feel completely safe and totally loved. I trust both of these men with my life, and right now, my pleasure. I give into it completely, not worrying about how I look or sound or move. I just let myself sink into the pleasure, which is all-encompassing. I let the tears fall. 

As soon as I let myself go, the pleasure intensifies even more. I don’t stop the moans spilling from my lips, nor do I stop the way my mouth drops open, face contorting at the sensations, the way tears continue to stream down my cheeks.. I might look ugly, but I truly couldn’t care less. The only thing I can focus on is the fact that I’m about to come already, and hard.

“Col- Pete- ah, fuck,” I gasp, burying my face in Pete’s neck as my lower half ignites in electricity. The strength of my orgasm is so strong that my legs tingle and my vision whites out for a second. The wetness between me and Pete increases tenfold, and I hear Colson’s husky, pleased laugh when he realizes they’ve made me squirt. 

“Ohhhh,” I moan helplessly, clinging hard to Pete, our bodies sticky with sweat. I’m sensitive, but I’m not done. Not until they are. 

Colson braces a hand on my hips and moves a little faster now that my body has softened for them. “Baby, you’re so - ah, fucking- ” He can barely manage to speak through his own pleasure. I can tell he’s close and I reach back to grab his ass, holding him inside me. I want to feel them, both of them, filling me, all of me. 

I look down at Pete whose eyes are closed, pillowy lips open in pleasure. I feel myself clench around him and then his hips jerk as he comes. Seconds later, Colson curses loudly and ruts his hips against my ass as he comes, too. Once they’re both finished, we all pant, hot and sweaty and wet. I grimace slightly at the sensation of all that wet warmth. 

Pete eases me off his cock to lie on top of him instead and Colson gently strokes my hip. “Breathe, baby,” he tells me as he gently pulls his hips backward. I whine as he falls out of me, and my legs tremble. I’m not sure I can walk to the bathroom to clean up.

Colson goes into the bathroom and I hear the shower turn on. Pete and I lie there together, his hand moving lazily up and down my back. “I love you,” he whispers. 

I look up at him, exhausted but happy, “I love you, too.” His eyes light up and he kisses me softly. When we pull away, he lightly brushes tears from my cheeks. “You okay?” he whispers, and I nod. 

“Emotional release,” I say and he nods. That’s when we spot Colson leaning on the doorframe of the bathroom, a soft smile on his face.

“Shower time,” he says. 

The three of us are all over each other in the shower, albeit not sexually. Both boys take turns washing me, and then each other. I watch Colson’s mouth fall open as Pete massages shampoo into his blonde locks. Colson returns the favor and Pete hums in pleasure. We hold each other under the warm water for a long time. 

Exhausted, we all pile out of the shower together, drying off haphazardly. Pete makes it to the bedroom first where he peels back the blankets so our naked bodies can slide between the sheets, me in the middle. For some reason, I feel like Colson needs to be little spoon, so I wrap around him and Pete snuggles up behind me. My eyes droop immediately. I’ve never felt safer than when I’m pressed between the two of them. 

“Hey.” Colson’s voice is soft, sleepy. “I love you both. So much.”

“Love you, too,” Pete and I say in unison, and he presses a kiss to my back. I smile and kiss Colson’s back next, as if passing it on. Within seconds, I’m deeply asleep, as are the two boys next to me.

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[quite-graveyard78]

Starting a Pete Davidson Story because not enough ppl write about him anyways heres a little description of the book.

Two celebrities fall in love, but it ends in heartbreak, Main issue is their six year old son. Petes love for his wife is endless except she wants nothing to do with him no matter how much she loves him, but Pete refuses to give up on her and his family and will do whatever he needs to get them back.

TW: There will be talk of drug use, Self harm,suicide, Etc

Let me know if you guys would be interested in this, probably gonna name the book

Something Gained.

Master list will be here

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[talaok]

At the Met

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x actress! reader

summary: You and Pedro, Hollywood's hottest couple, attend the Met Gala together, but when you find out your ex was invited too, things start going sideways.

warning: angst, jealousy, age-gap

a/n: this was a request by the lovely @vawnila but since I am delusional, I decided to merge it with yesterday's event bc this man...

Pt. 2

[ "And here they come! y/n y/l/n and Pedro Pascal, Hollywood's hottest couple!"

"wow, they look amazing" ]

You'd been to the Met before, and so had Pedro, but going as a couple was something much different, especially with all the talk you two had caused in the last six months. There wasn't a magazine or a blog that wasn't talking about your age gap or the way you'd both robbed millions of women and men of the chance to be with Hollywood's most desired bachelor and bachelorette.

The past few months had been a mess, and still, you didn't think you'd ever had that much fun.

Pedro was everything you had ever wished for in a man. he was kind and sweet and funny, and not any less handsome, he was perfect.

So when he took your hands in his as you walked up the carpet, you couldn't help but smile up at him, just for him to meet your glance with the same adoration.

The carpet was the easy part though, what actually scared you, was the dinner.

Being seated next to a bunch of celebrities you didn't know... that was your personal version of hell, but at least this year Pedro was gonna be next to you.

The first part of the dinner went well, the first moments were awkward as you had expected, but then the woman sitting opposite you broke the ice and everyone seemed to relax.

Pedro sensed your tension at times and tried to soothe you by placing his hand on your thigh, or murmuring something to your ear that most times resembled something like "We're almost done, sweetheart".

It was a good table, don't get me wrong, but there was something about knowing you were being watched and filmed and photographed by the world's most popular celebrities that always prevented you from fully calming down.

You were always on edge, only waiting for something bad to happen, until finally, your fear came to life.

You had excused yourself to go to the bathroom and were finding your way through the maze made of chairs and tables arranged in the room, when you felt a tap on your shoulder.

"Hey baby"

wait a minute,

you knew that voice.

You turned around, "Hi Nathan"

Of course you'd meet your ex here.

"Funny meeting you here" he grinned

"I had no idea you were coming"

"Neither did I about you, darling," he said, his eyes traveling up and down your body, not even pretending to not be checking you out "You're beautiful as ever" he complimented, his fingers tracing the side of your dress, and you just smiled, rolling your eyes playfully "really" he spoke, his voice lower "You're breathtaking, baby"

"thank you" You felt your cheeks get some involuntary color "You're not so bad yourself, you know?"

"why thank you" he joked "I wanted to find someone to have some fun with, but I think I might just have"

"Nathan..."

"What princess?"

You sighed "You can use my name y'know?"

"oh I know" he reassured "I just know how much you like when I call you names" he murmured, getting closer as he moved some hair away from your face "especially on some occasions"

"Nathan what are you d-"

"c'mon y/n you know what you mean to me," he said, his voice already resembling a beg "I'm not asking for anything, I'm just saying you know we could have fun... like the old times"

"Nathan I-"

"y/n I love you" he confessed, not for the first time since the breakup "You know I love you. I love you so much I can't live without you. This past year has been hell, and I know it's been the same for you. I need you y/n, and you need me, baby, we need each other." he spoke seemingly without taking a single breath, and you were frantically looking around you, praying no one was paying you two any mind "and I know you love me back, just admit it, we could start all over again, just forget all about the past" he implored.

"Nathan I have a boyfriend" you spat out

"who, that grandpa?" he mocked "I know you don't love him, he's just a-a phase, you know you should be with me. Deep down you know" 

You hadn't noticed how his hand had made its way to your arm.

"Let's go now, we can take my car and run away baby"

Your mouth gaped open but before you could speak, a barking voice intervened.

"go where?"

Your eyes traveled to your left, and just as you suspected, they met Pedro's.

Nathan, like the coward that he was, swallowed nervously as he looked back at you.

"nowhere," you said "Don't worry babe" you tried being casual, as you took a step toward your boyfriend, feeling grateful for a way out of that situation "Well it was nice seeing you Nathan, but I better go now," you forced a polite smile at him, as you intertwined your arm with your boyfriend's.

"goodbye buddy," Pedro said, in a more than slightly threatening tone.

"c'mon," you urged him, starting to walk away.

"think about what I said" Nathan spoke again, his tone deprived of all bravery all of a sudden.

You didn't even look back, just started to quicken your pace towards the table (Your need to use the bathroom had been long forgotten) when you felt Pedro tightening his arm's grip as he moved you into the trajectory of a private part of the gallery.

You frowned, once he stopped, looking around at the empty room.

"what is it?"

"What is it?" he repeated, clearly incredulous

"What?"

"What did he tell you?"

"Who"

"y/n..."

"Nathan?" you asked "Babe who cares, you know how he is, he's dumb, there's nothing I can do about it"

"tell me what he told you" you could see perfectly through this calm act.

You sighed "he told me he loves me and that I should run away with him"

"that's it?"

"Yes Pedro, that's it"

"What did you say?"

You gasped, offended and slightly annoyed "What do you think I told him, that I loved him back and to wait for me outside?!"

"What did you tell him?"

"Are you fuckin- I told him that I have a boyfriend"

He nodded perhaps satisfied "He was touching you"

"my arm" you reminded him.

"and your cheek" he reminded you too "this is the last time he does this" he decided "I'm gonna go talk to him"

"No, Pedro-" you grabbed his arm "I can deal with this on my own, plus, you're too mad, you can't go now"

"You've already dealt with this on your own, and it doesn't seem like you've made much progress"

You gasped, now actually mad "This is my problem, Pedro, you don't have anything to do with it"

"It's my problem too when it involves you"

"no, it's not."

"y/n I'm trying to help you"

"well I don't want your help, not with this"

"Why? 'cause it sure looks like you need it"

You scowled at him "fuck you"

"It's the truth y/n this guy's been bothering you since before we got together, that's not fucking normal"

"I know it isn't but I'm dealing with it in my own way"

"and I can't try my way?"

"well, I'm sorry if I don't want you to go out there and punch him, Pedro!" 

He paused, clearly as a part of him wanted to reply that he wouldn't have, another part informed him that there was a high probability he would have, in fact, punched the guy.

"y/n-"

"no you know what, I'm tired of this- this thing you do. I don't need to be saved, I can take care of myself"

"I don't doubt that, but I just wanted to help"

"you know you were not gonna help Pedro" You shot him a look "And I'm tired of this- jealousy" you sighed "I love you, Pedro, you know that, but if you don't trust me I don't understand how we could possibly have a relationship"

"I do trust you"

"then I could go out there and talk to Nathan right now?" you challenged "or you fear he might convince me, and I might run away with him?"

His jaw twitched.

"see" you breathed "just as I predicted"

" y/n-"he tried putting his hands on your waist but you stopped him.

"no, Pedro" you took a step back "Just-" you sighed "I need to be alone"

[ "Someone's coming out, it looks like... Pedro Pascal has just left the Gala"

"Where's the missus?"

"I don't see her"

"well you heard it here first folks, It looks like Pedro Pascal has just left the Met Gala with y/n y/l/n nowhere in sight" ]

Pt. 2

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[storiesforallfandoms]

favoritism ~ pete davidson

word count: 2171

request?: yes!

@absstark​ “Hi! Ik your requests are closed atm but if u are able to, would you please be able to write me a Pete Davidson x female reader where they are dating and she’s a writer at SNL? Thank you 😊”

description: in which he’s dating one of the writers of his show, so the cast often jokes about her favoritism for him

pairing: pete davidson x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two, three)

It was actually quite ironic how everything started.

Pete was out at a bar with a couple of his SNL friends when he noticed a pretty girl sat by herself. He didn’t want to seem like a weird guy by just staring at her, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away. She was breathtakingly beautiful.

He felt someone nudge him and he looked up to see they were all looking at him. “Sorry, what were you guys saying?”

Colin smirked at him. “Go talk to her/”

“What? No, I can’t.”

“Why can’t you?” Michael asked. “She’s alone over there.”

“For one, we don’t know if she’s actually here alone. She might have a date who’s in the bathroom, or she’s waiting for him to show up. She might even have a boyfriend who’s not here. And two, girls don’t like being approached by strange men in bars. She’ll probably think I’m a fucking creep.”

They were all giving him a similar look before Devon grabbed his shoulders, turned him towards the bar, and gave him a shove. He stumbled slightly, almost bumping into another person along the way. He regained his footing and glanced over at the woman to make sure she hadn’t seen. With the encouragement of his friends, he took a deep breath and made his way across the bar.

“Hey,” he started, very lamely. She looked up and gave him a polite smile. “I’m sorry if I’m bothering you, but my buddies kind of peer pressured me to come talk to you and I’m mainly doing this to get them off my back. If you just want to reject me, I’ll happily back off.”

She chuckled and glanced over Pete’s shoulder. “Are they the group very obviously staring at us right now?”

Pete followed her gaze to see his friends watching them like a pack of hawks. They didn’t even have the decency to look away when they were caught. Colin even smiled and waved his fingers at them.

“Yeah, those are my asshole friends,” Pete confirmed.

She smiled and waved at the group before turning back to Pete. “Here, sit with me. Give them something to talk about.”

Pete pulled up a stool next to her. He extended a hand towards her. “I’m Pete.”

“(Y/N). Nice to meet you.”

They talked at the bar for hours. They hardly noticed the other patrons starting to clear out or the blaring music starting to die down as the bar did its last call. Pete didn’t even notice his friends had left until the bartender had come to give them the last warning before closing. Before they parted ways, (Y/N) gave Pete  her number and told him to text her the next day.

“Just so I know you’re actually interested,” she had said before walking away.

And he had. The moment he woke up, he texted her, “Hope texting you this soon doesn’t seem to desperate, but I’m very interested - Pete.”

Near seconds later, he got a response. “I’d be a hypocrite if I called you desperate. I’ve been waiting for you to text me since I woke up.”

They texted back and forth all day. Pete was almost late to work because he was too busy texting to realize the time. When he arrived on set he was radiating with happiness. He hadn’t felt hits way in a long time. He had a really good feeling about this one. A strong feeling he hadn’t had before in any of his relationships. There was no doubts this time around.

His castmates noticed his good mood and asked what was up, but he just responded with a shrug and played it off. The guys who had been out the night before knew exactly where his good mood was coming from, but Pete decided to keep it to himself. He didn’t want to get too ahead of himself and tell everyone about (Y/N) just yet.

“Hey, Pete!” Lorne called as he spotted Pete making his way to set.

“Hey Lorne,” Pete said. “What’s up?”

“I wanted to introduce you to our new writer. She’s starting today, so try not to scare her away just yet.”

Pete chuckled, but it died off when Lorne stepped aside and gestured to the newbie. “(Y/N)?”

Her eyes widened, too. “Pete?”

“You two know each other?” Lorne asked.

“We met last night,” (Y/N) responded.

Lorne looked between the two of them. “You...met last night?”

“Not like that,” Pete assured him. “We met at a bar and just talked all night. We exchanged numbers, that’s it.”

Lorne had a skeptical look on his face that made Pete’s heart drop to his stomach. He knew how this was about to go: he would have to delete (Y/N)’s number and their messages, and he’d have to forget their would be romance before it even started. It was a HR issue, one that they would definitely not be allowed to explore.

This was the quickest broken heart he had ever gotten.

“You know, technically I should be sending you to HR to discuss this,” Lorne started. Both (Y/N) and Pete winced at the idea. “But that’s a lot of time and paperwork, and all that bullshit. So, I’m going to take both of your vocal promises that whatever this is will not interfere with either of your jobs.”

The two of them happily agreed. Lorne nodded and muttered something about leaving before he witnessed something he shouldn’t. That left (Y/N) and Pete alone, a slightly awkward tension in the air.

“You didn’t mention that you’re working for SNL,” Pete said. He meant it to come out lighthearted, but he winced when he realized how accusatory it actually sounded.

“I...actually didn’t know you were on the show,” she admitted. “You never mentioned it. You just said you were an actor.”

Pete chuckled. “Okay, we were both a little untruthful. Maybe we start over on the introductions.” He held his hand out to her. “Hi, I’m Pete. I’m a main actor on  Saturday Night Live.”

(Y/N) giggled and shook his hand. “Nice to meet you, Pete. I’m (Y/N), and I just got hired to write for Saturday Night Live.”

“Well, congratulations. And good luck on it. I heard the cast are all assholes, except for that Pete guy. So make sure you give all the funniest jokes to him.”

(Y/N) giggled again, looking down at the ground between them shyly.

It was the start to an amazing relationship. Pete could honestly say he hadn’t felt this happy in a very long time. They kept their personal lives separate from their work lives, which seemed to be the big key to making things work. Nothing was ever discussed about the show unless they were on set, and the minute they walked on the lost their relationship was put on the back burner until they left.

But the moments they had outside of work were some of the best moments of his life. He loved being with (Y/N) and spending most of his free time with her. He was trying not to go too fast with their relationship the way he had in past relationships, but it was hard not to be a bit optimistic with how well things were going.

Of course, dating a co-worker came with some teasing from other co-workers; especially when the other co-workers were fellow comedians. The main joke that the cast liked to tell was that Pete was getting favoritism from (Y/N) when it came to being given the best jokes.

It started during the table read for a skit. They were about halfway through when Punkie cut Pete off mid-joke to proclaim, “No fair, he’s getting the best jokes!”

Everyone stopped to look at her in confusion. They couldn’t tell if the look on her face was serious or not, so Pete asked, “Excuse me?”

“Your jokes here are so much better than mine,” Punkie said. “Must be nice sleeping with one of the writers.”

Punkie laughed, but Pete looked horrified by her “joke”.

“(Y/N) didn’t even write this sketch,” Kenan pointed out.

“That’s a very serious accusation, Punkie,” one of the producers commented.

“Come on, guys, it’s just a joke,” Punkie said. “I’m not mad. Just keep reading.”

Once they finished the table read, Pete decided to approach Punkie himself. “Hey, Punkie, listen. I know what you said was a joke, but...can you maybe be mindful of the way you say it? You could get (Y/N) into a lot of trouble if the wrong people heard what you said.”

“Pete, I didn’t mean it. Everyone knows (Y/N) isn’t actually giving you favoritism in the sketches.”

“I know, I’m just saying to work on your delivery. I really don’t want to have to deal with HR.”

“Okay, I get it. I’ll try to be more funny about it next time.”

And that was truly the wrong thing for Pete to say; for him to agree that if it was clearly said as a joke, that it was fine to say that (Y/N) favorited him. Because once he made the distinction that it was okay to do it in a joking matter, it was like the entire cast had decided they wanted to joke about Pete and (Y/N). It wasn’t anything new for the cast, they joked around with each other all the time. They were all friends, and you had to have a sense of humor if you were gonna be on SNL.

But man, after some time, Pete found it so much more annoying than his castmates meant it to be. He was trying so hard to separate his work life from his personal life, like Lorne had wanted, but now it was like his personal life was open season for all of his friends.

And it was definitely something (Y/N) had noticed. The jokes were never made to her face the same way they were to Pete’s, but she heard the whisperings or the aftermath of certain jokes when approaching Pete. She never said anything at first, which made Pete hope that maybe it didn’t bother her as much as it bothered him.

But one night, as they were leaving set, Pete noticed that (Y/N) seemed distracted. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her close to him as they walked through the doors onto the lot.

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” he asked.

(Y/N) nibbled on the inside of her cheek before she spoke, “Do your castmates really think I favorite you when writing?”

Pete stopped walking suddenly, causing (Y/N) to stumble a little. He turned to face her and she did the same.

“Baby, of course not. They’re only joking when they say that shit. No one actually believes it,” he assured her.

She shrugged. “I guess, but they say it so much. I’m starting to worry that they actually mean it but don’t want to say it, which could get us both in a lot of trouble if it ever comes back to HR.”

Pete put his hands on her shoulders. “Baby, I promise they do not mean it. If it ever got to HR, they would all swear up and down that they’re joking. They just like to poke fun at me because I had to fall in love with a new writer on set, out of all people. But it’s not serious, I can promise you that.”

A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips. “You fell in love with me, huh?”

Pete couldn’t help but smile too as his hands ran down her arms to take hers. “I would think that’s pretty obvious by now.”

“You haven’t said the big L word before,” she said. “So, I don’t know, I thought maybe this was all just for fun.”

He chuckled, knowing that she was joking about the last part. They both knew they were in this relationship for the long run. There was nothing “just for fun” about it.

But she was right in saying that he hadn’t said the big three words to her yet. Although he knew deep in his heart that he did love (Y/N), he hadn’t been ready to say the words to her just yet.

That big L word was out there now, though. So, realisitically, he was part way there.

“I love you,” he said.

He didn’t think the smile on (Y/N)’s face could get any wider, but it did. She lit up like Times Square and leaned closer to him.

“I love you, too.”

They closed the gap between them to kiss. It was meant to be a sweet, romantic moment for the two of them, but it was quickly cut off by someone calling, “Get a room you two!”

They pulled apart, chuckling at the reaction, before deciding to go home and do just that.

#pete davidson #pete davidson imagine #pete davidson x reader #imagine #request #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom #one shot

[triplexdoublex]

What The Cuck?

Parings: Pete x Reader / Colson x Reader

Warnings/tags: Cuckholding, squirting, P In V sex, Anal sex, Anal gaping, cum play, cum farting, make shift cock ring, dirty talk, degradation.

A/N: Hope you guys enjoy this, and that it was worth the wait! I’m opening anons back up.

“That’s it, Pete! I’m done, I’m leaving!” You shouted in the middle of a heated argument.

“Oh yeah, where you gonna go!?” Pete fired back as you made your way to the front door.

“I dunno, maybe I’ll go to back to Colson—he fucks me better than you do anyways!!” You let the door slam behind you.

The second it left your lips you regretted it. You were so caught up in the argument you were just saying things to be hurtful and spiteful at that point— even if there was a hint of truth to it.

It’s not that sex with Pete was bad by any means, but, yeah, Colson was definitely better. You had dated Colson for a few years, prior to you dating Pete, but things had ended amicably— just due to his hectic schedule.

You had gotten close to Pete through his friendship with Colson, and with him being more available, your friendship seemed to naturally progress into something more. Colson didn’t mind, a lot of people in their friends group had dated the same girls before, plus you were still on friendly terms with Colson, so it made group hangouts a lot less awkward.

You hoped your angry outburst wouldn’t affect their friendship, especially after you and Pete had made up and got back together. Neither of you brought it up. You silently hoped he had forgotten about it, much like how you both seemed to forget what had even started the silly argument in the first place. But you couldn’t help but notice the way he began acting when you both were around Colson lately; the way Pete tensed up when ever Colson got close to you, the way Pete would fuck you so hard the second you were alone again, like he had something to prove. At least that’s what you assumed, but the truth is Pete had a very different reason for the way he’d been acting. A reason that all came to light one day after an afternoon at Colson’s, followed by an intense fuck by Pete.

You had barely finished coming down from your high and catching your breath when Pete brought it up.

“So uhh, I’ve been thinking .. a-about what you said when we were fighting — ya know umm , what you said about Colson—”

“Pete, I’m so sorry.. I shouldn’t have said that , I was just mad and—”

“But you meant it? Didn’t you? He fucked you better than me.” Pete said, the last part sounding more like a statement than a question.

“Pete I-I” you stuttered , giving yourself away “I don’t—”

“Don’t lie to me, Y/N. Tell me the truth. Tell me he fucked you better than me!” His breathing increased and his flaccid dick slowly started springing to life again. “I wanna hear you say it!”

“Pete what the hell is —”

“Just say it! —PLEASE!” He cut you off , hand reaching for his hardening cock.

“Fine—! Uhhhh.. Colson fucked me better than you!— Happy?”

And happy he was; his shaft standing at full mast once more as he worked himself at lighting speed, “AGAIN!” He pleaded.

“Colson fucked me better than YOU!” You obliged, confused as hell but turned on nonetheless.

“Ughh Fuck— s-say something else.. about you and Colson , I’m- I’m so close!”

“At least Colson’s made me squirt before!” You teased.

That was exactly what he wanted, exactly what he needed , his cock fountaining over his fist.

“Pete. what the—” you were at a loss for words, but strangely into whatever the fuck was going on.

“I have no idea, all I know is that day we were fighting…and you said Colson fucks you better than me and slammed the door…I’ve…I’ve never been that hard in my life…haven’t been able to stop thinking about Colson fucking you since,” Pete admitted, out of breath. “Do you think Colson would … if .. if I asked?”

“Lemme get this straight — y-you wanna watch Colson fuck me?” You asked, completely flabbergasted.

“Yeah and not just that— like I want you both to tell me what a piece of shit I am in bed.”

“But — but you’re not! Colson’s not even that much b—”

“Just indulge me, ok?” Pete cut you off.

“Man, and I thought Colson had some weird kinks!” You teased. “But to answer your earlier question.. yeah, I think Colson would absolutely do it.”

“And umm.. uhh— what about you?”

“If you're really serious about this then, yeah, I guess I would. I mean , I’ve already had sex with him before so I don’t think it’d be a big deal.”

***********

“So you’re a cuck!?” Colson exclaims with a chuckle, after Pete proposes the idea the next time the three of you are alone together at Colson’s house.

“A what?” Pete questions

“A cuck— C’mom Pete, there’s a whole category on pornhub for this shit, what’d you think you were special cuz you wanna be degraded while you watch your girl get fucked?

“Well excuuuse me, for not being an expert in kink terminology like you” Pete jokes nervously. “So will you do it or not?”

“Oh I’ll do it alright,” Colson smirks as he makes his way over to the couch in his bedroom, where you’re sitting next to Pete.

Your abdomen churns with desire with every step he takes towards you. It’s been a long time since you’ve been with him in this way and you almost feel guilty at how much you’re eagerly awaiting his touch, his cock, his everything.

“I’d love to hear about how this came up,” Colson teases as he pulls you off the couch to your feet and roughly spins you around to face Pete. “You gonna tell me the story, pretty girl?” He prompts, from behind you, lips ghosting along the side of your neck and a hand slowly gliding up your inner thigh, causing your clit to swell with excitement.

You gulp with nervous anticipation before speaking as Colson’s fingers begin to disappear under the hem of your pleated skirt, and Pete’s eyes widen. “W—we had an argument, and I …Mmhhhm.. I said some things,” you let out a moan mid sentence, his fingertips having found your already engorged bud.

“You told him I fucked you better, didn’t you?” He roughly cups your pussy with his large hand, a smirk present in his tone. You nod, but it’s not good enough for him, he wants to hear you say it. “C’mon baby, you know I like it when you use your words.”

You let out a meek “yes” in response but he still wants more.

“Full sentences baby, and look at Pete when you say it.” He roughly jerks your jaw up with his free hand, forcing you to make eye contact with Pete. “Tell him who fucks you better!”

You look to Pete with unsure eyes— this is all so strangely alluring but a small part of you is still worried about hurting his feelings. But Pete gives a reassuring nod, letting you know it’s ok.

“Colson— Colson fucks me better than you!” You continue.

Instantly, you swear you can actually see Pete’s pupils darken and expand with lust — he’s truly enjoying this.

“Damn right I do!” Colson licks a bold stripe up your neck. “Did you tell him I can make you squirt?” He questions. “And use your words this time!” He warns, intensifying his grasp between your thighs.

“I did.”

“Yeah, well maybe we should do more than just tell him, maybe we should show him,” he growls in your ear as he slips your skirt off your hips and down your thighs, followed by your panties, helping you step out of them. “Feel how fucking wet your girl is for me.” Colson says tossing your soaked panties at Pete.

“Jesus, babe!” Pete gasps looking at you after catching the saturated fabric in his hand, his voice cracking into a brief laugh of disbelief at just how truly drenched they are.

“Bet you never get her that wet!” Colson mocks, and a wave of guilt mixed with humiliation wages over you, because there’s no denying that Colson’s right.

But Pete doesn’t seem the least bit bothered by the revelation, in fact he stuffs your wet undergarment down his pants and begins rubbing himself with them, all while keeping his eyes intensely locked on you and Colson. He watches wide eyed as Colson shoves you forward. You’re practically straddling Pete’s lap from where you stand now, your stance widening as Colson inserts two long slender fingers inside of you.

“Mmmm Fuck!” You cry out, your hips already bucking against his hand when his fingertips reach your G-Spot; each prod against it an erotic novel being written in Morse code. Your arousal is plentiful and squelches audibly between his fingers as you begin to tighten around his slick digits. Moan after incoherent moan fall from your lips, as he expertly works your spot.

“I can feel your pussy gripping my fingers. You’re already close, Huh?” He teases with a laugh. “I still remember all your tells,” he smirks. “And I still remember how right when you start to cum you let out that little sque—”

And as if on cue your voice cracks, your moans morphing into a shrill squeak as your orgasm warmly pulses to life in your abdomen.

“Ahh there it,” Colson chuckles smuggly, watching as your release gushes onto Petes lap; the soft light denim of his jeans now morphing into dark patches of midnight blue, all while Pete’s hand moves furiously beneath their fabric.

Pete’s speechless, his eyes flicking from you to the mess in his lap and back again in exhilarating disbelief like an unsuspecting passersby of some David Blayne-eques street magic. It was one thing to watch some strange girl in a porn squirt a million miles away behind the screen of his laptop, but it was another experience entirely to watch it live in front of him, as his own girl soaked his lap at the hands of his best friend.

“Annnd that my friends is the look of a man who’s never made a girl squirt in his life!” Colson taunts with a chuckle, while licking his fingers clean. “And don’t even think for a second that I’m done with her yet.”

Without warning Colson grabs you roughly from behind and maneuvers you in the direction of the bed, tossing you face down on his mattress. “ Ass up, you know how I like it.” He instructs before snatching off your remaining clothing.

You’ve barely even had a chance to come down from your first orgasm — in fact you're still dripping- when you hear Colson fumbling with his belt behind you. And the next thing you know he’s inside you, not even giving you a moment to adjust, his huge cock stretches you so deliciously, so perfect, each thrust pummeling your g-spot just like you remember.

“Fuck, Colson— so good.” You cry out.

“Yeah, you like this big dick deep in your guts, huh you little slut? Want me to keep fucking in front of your man like the fucking whore that you are?”

“Yess!” You moan breathily. God, he could dirty talk like no other.

“I know what else you like—” he proceeds to lick his thumb. “You like this pretty pink asshole played with, don’t you? He begins tracing his slick thumb in circles over the tight ring of muscle, slowly coaxing it open enough for him to slip his thumb inside” Your breath hitches in pleasure as it enters you.

“Mmmhmm FUCK! I missed my ass being played with like this.”

“Missed?” Colson’s questions. “Don’t tell me my boy Pete over here is too much of a pussy for some anal play?” He says, giving his friend a dirty look.

“It’s ‘not his thing’.” You mock while making direct eye contact with Pete.

“Can’t even give your girl what she wants— Pathetic !!!” Colsons fires his words in Pete’s direction, while he rotates his thumb inside you. “Now your sorry ass can sit there and watch ME give it to her.”

Pete’s eating this up, every teasing and taunting word spat his way traveling straight to dick. So much so that Pete desperately needs out of the hellish confines of his jeans to work himself more vigorously. His dark, wide pupils stay locked on the scene before him as he quickly lowers his pants down and over his pale ass to their final resting place right above his knees, and pulls out his cock, your soaked panties tumbling out with it.

Colson’s long slender body contours to your curves as he leans forward to seductively whisper in your ear “Should I loosen you up a little more, since it’s been so long? Or you think you can take me?”

“Fuck, Colson! Just give it to me!”

You know it’s gonna hurt, but you're so desperate to feel him back there again that you don’t care — besides in the words of Colson himself ‘a little bit of pain kinda make it feel good sometimes.’

With nothing but remnants of your arousal and his own spit as lube he begins his taboo entrance into what most only consider an exit. You relax your body and breathe through the inevitable discomfort of adjusting to his size, just as he had taught you years ago.

“Good girl, that’s it, breathe.” He praises. “You know it’s gonna feel so good in a minute.” He gently caresses your hips, helping you relax further.

By the time his length is fully inserted the pain has already begun to subside, replaced by the most intoxicating pleasurable fullness; every tiny nerve ending inside you set ablaze. God, you’ve missed the unique sensation. He feels impossibly deep, but yet somehow you crave him deeper.

“Fuck, Colson. Right there” you cry out as you push back against him; your backside now pressed appropriately against his XXX tattoo.

Just when you think it can’t possibly feel anymore pleasureful he begins to move inside you, slow at first, drawing his hips back until he almost slips out, then steadily forward until his hips kiss your backside again, his thick length reaching that pleasurable spot deep within you.

“So good, sooo FUCK-ing good, Oh My God , Colson!” You babble, already inebriated off his cock.

“Mmmmm Yeah, say my name again, remind Pete who fucks you right!”

It’s at this point you realize you’ve been so lost in the pleasure your ex is giving you that you completely forgot your boyfriend exists, nevermind the fact that he’s in the same room .. watching!

A cocktail of arousal and guilt swirl in your abdomen as you look towards Pete. Lucky for you he hasn’t seen to notice, too lost in his own fantasy-come-to-life playing out in front of him.

Suddenly, Pete’s head lolls back, his eyes slip shut and his eyebrows knit together ; a sign you know all too well.

“Gonna— Mmmm Fuck!, Gonna cum first like usual?” You taunt Pete through shattered moans.

Determined not to prove you right, Pete stills his motions for a moment and tightly grips himself at the base, silently wishing he had a cockring to restrict blood flow and help him last longer.

Pete adjusts his position on the couch while trying to gain some composure before he busts, his free hand coming down on something wet — you’re panties from earlier. The discovery sparks an idea. In an act of pure desperation, Pete fashions a makeshift cockring from the garment, quickly twisting the elastic waistband around the base of his cock, veins bulging almost immediately. Despite his best efforts he knows he isn’t buying himself that much more time, especially when he notices the way your arousal from your unplugged hole is dripping down your inner thighs like thick honey; so sweet he can almost taste it.

Colson's stamina is unmatched, he could drill your asshole for hours on end if you really needed him too, but he knows you're ready to cum by the way your legs are beginning to shake. You can feel it too, the way your lower abdomen squeezes and tightens climbing it way to the peak, and then just like a rollercoaster it comes surging down at a break-neck speed, an endless series of loop de loops as you climax hard. Your body is useless,, unable to even hold itself up on all fours while Colson’s warm cum fills you to the brim.

Quickly Colson pulls out and props you back up, turning your body so your ass faces Pete, and spreads your cheeks open. “Uhgmm, yeahh, fuck!” His voice is dry and raspy “Show Pete that gape, and show Pete how I came inside you, push it all out baby, let him see.”

You do as you’re told, and Pete cums, forcefully fountaining over his fist at the site of his best friends cum bubbling and farting out of your used hole.

The three of you are blissfully silent in the aftermath but it’s quite clear by everyone’s euphoric expression this will definitely be happening again .

#machine gun kelly #mgk #colson baker #colson baker smut #mgk smut #machine gun kelly smut #colson baker fanfic #Pete Davidson #Pete Davidson smut

[samaraannhan20]

Masterlist

JJ Maybank

imagines: 

JJ Maybank Fluff ABC’s 

Austin Butler 

College AU!: 

Hostage Situation (NEW)

Yes to the Dress

Disney Trip 

I just need to be near you. 

Stay at My Place

The Golden Globes 

Study Surprise

imagines: 

Austin Butler Fluff ABC’s

Harry Styles 

College AU!

(Not in timeline order)

The Eras Tour (NEW)

The Final Show

Spring Break (happens before parts of Keep Driving and all of Expensive) 

Expensive 

Keep Driving 

College Visit 

imagines: 

Home for the Holidays

Harry Styles Fluff ABC’s 

Bradley Rooster Bradshaw 

imagines: 

I'm Off to Save the Queen

Drunk Sailors 

Come Back Home

To Be Loved By You

The Accident

Bradley Rooster Bradshaw Fluff ABC’s

Anxiety

The Proposal

Coming Home

Pete Davidson 

imagines: 

Puppy Love

Visit 

The 20th Anniversary

Family Issues 

Nonsense

Pete Davidson Fluff ABC’s

The Kim Situation

Blurb

He Proposes

Lip Gallagher 

imagines: 

Lip Gallagher Fluff ABC’s

Steve Harrington 

imagines: 

Secrets Don't Make Friends

That Time Again 

I Think I Love You

Steve Harrington Fluff ABC’s

Sunburned

Eddie Munson 

imagines: 

Eddie Munson Fluff ABC’s

Jasper Hale 

imagines:

Jasper Hale Fluff ABC’s

Heat Exhaustion

Spencer Reid

imagines: 

You Have An Audience

Skinny Dipping

Spencer Reid Fluff ABC’s

John B Routlege

John B Fluff ABC's

Bucky Barnes

Fate (NEW)

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[urdadisdumb]

MASTERLIST

🍋=smut 🍓=fluff 🥝=angst

Colson Baker/MGK

JXDN/Jaden Hossler

Pete Davidson

Vinnie Hacker

#colson x reader #mgk smut #smut #fluff #angst fanfic #pete davidson #mgk fluff #machine gun kelly #fanfic #colson baker #vinnie smut #fan fiction #fan fic smut

[dead-un-arrival]

ACTORS MASTERLIST

Nick Robinson

Thanks, James 💖

You are an up-and-coming director who recently wrote and directed a major film that is coming out soon starring Robert Downey Jr. and Jennifer Garner. While you are on “The Late Late Show with James Corden” you start talking about your interest in other actors; Nick Robinson in particular.

Pete Davidson

Hangover Confessions 💖

It’s your birthday and you’re in love with your best friend.

Tom Holland

Tea and Hot Cocoa 💖

Tom attempts to take the next step in your relationship.

Sebastian Stan

The Proposal 💖

Sebastian realizes he’s ready to spend the rest of his life with you and you finally get a break from work. This makes it the perfect opportunity for him to propose. Featuring: Chris Evans.

#actors x reader #sebastian stan #tom holland #pete davidson #nick robinson #x reader #smut #fluff #angst #imagine #oneshot #fanfic

[1traitbubbles]

Happiness

The sun gleamed through the gap in the curtains, illuminating the hotel bedroom we were sleeping in. I moved in the bed to get my phone, which caused my partner to wake up.

“‘Morning Pete,” I whispered,

“Good morning, baby, how’d you sleep?”

“Really good, It’s hard to have a bad night’s sleep when you’re next to me, though,”

“You’re too sweet.”

I swung my legs out of the bed and started picking my worn clothes off of the floor. I walked in the bathroom, turned on the tap and splashed my face with the cold water a few times to wake myself up. Before I could leave the room, I heard the door creak open and felt a thin pair of arms snake around my waist.

“I love you, Jack,”

“I love you too.”

I turned around to look into his beautiful and let our lips fall into a soft yet passionate embrace.

I am happy.

Pete Davidson X Jack Black

#wrote this in 5 minutes just to try and coax myself into writing anything #twitter is dying and i shall die with it #i am having severe twitter withdrawls #petedavidson #jackblack #petedavidsonxjackblack #fanfiction #fanfic #writer #writing #fiction #writers on tumblr #writerscorner #writerslife #queer writers #yaoi #yaoi love #yaoi fanfiction #young writer #pete davidson #jack black #mlm #mlm love #mlm story #mlm fanfic #gay couple #gay love #queer #gay #queer love

[fanaticfangirl001]

#fanfic #Chris Evans imagines #tom hiddleston imagine #Harry style’s imagines #pete davidson imagine

[hollywoodxwhore]

long day

Pete Davidson x Female Reader

Warnings/Tags: Smut (18+), shower sex, fluff

Words: 1578

Requested? Yes! "Could I request a Pete Davidson shower smut where him and the reader have both had long stressful days at work and they both try to help each other relax" Hope you enjoy!

I feel like this isn't my best. Hopefully y'all still like it!

The longer you sat on the floor, slumped over your knees, still in your work clothes, the guiltier you felt. 

You had promised Pete that tonight, the two of you would have sex. But you were so tired. Work was killing you and the last thing you wanted to do was make yourself sexy. Sex with your boyfriend was great, of course, but you didn’t know if you could bring yourself to snap out of your exhausted mood to put on a show for him. 

You looked up guiltily when you heard Pete walk in through the garage door, but when your eyes landed on him, you were surprised to find him looking just as exhausted as you were, if not more. He shrugged out of his coat, hanging it over the back of the couch, and joined you on the floor, lying on his back with his limbs splayed. He let out a dramatic, chest-heaving sigh.

“Hey,” you greeted, snuggling into his side. 

He wrapped an arm around you and pressed a kiss to your head. “Hey,” he murmured. 

“You okay?” you asked.

Pete hesitated. “Don’t hate me.” 

“I could never,” you said. You lifted your head to look at him, brow furrowing. 

Pete guiltily met your eyes and winced. “I don’t think I can get off this floor, let alone have sex tonight,” he admitted.

“Oh, thank god,” you said in a rush of breath. Pete raised a brow. You smiled sheepishly. “Sorry. I just meant that I feel the same. I’m exhausted.”

“Long day?” Pete asked.

“The longest,” you said, stifling a yawn. “You?”

“Thought it would never end,” Pete muttered. He rubbed his eyes and groaned. “I need to take a shower.”

“Me too,” you mumbled. 

Pete glanced down at you. “Shower with me?” he asked. 

You smiled softly and leaned in to kiss his lips. “Sure.”

The two of you trudged to the bathroom, lazily shedding your clothes, and as Pete heated up the water, you set out clean towels. He stepped under the water and offered you his hand, helping you into the big shower. Under the stream, Pete wrapped his arms around you and you sighed, closing your eyes as your arms circled his thin waist. 

After a few moments, Pete pulled back and pumped some shampoo into his hand. He gestured for you to turn around and when you did, he slowly started washing your hair. You sighed and tipped your head back, closing your eyes as his fingers worked up a lather. He took the showerhead off and brought it to your hair, rinsing the suds out. 

“My turn,” you said, turning around once your hair was rinsed. 

Pete chuckled. “Can you even reach?”

“Oh, shut up,” you said with a grin, giving his ass a little smack before pumping some shampoo into your hand. “Tilt your head back, giant.” 

Pete chuckled and did as he was told, sighing when your hands found his hair, nails scratching gently against his scalp. “That’s so good, babe,” he groaned. “Can you do that forever?”

“My arms might get tired,” you said with a giggle, guiding him under the stream of the shower to rinse off. 

Next, Pete’s hands were filled with body wash and he rubbed it into your back and neck, easing the tense muscles there. Pete chuckled as he felt you melt beneath his hands. As his hands made their trek on your skin, you were surprised to find a dull throb making its way between your legs. When soapy hands cupped your breasts from behind, your breath hitched and your back arched almost against your will. Pete chuckled lowly as you stepped under the stream to rinse off.

You  swallowed as you poured body wash into your hands, trying to compose yourself. Pete turned his back to you but not before you noticed he was hard. You bit your lip, surprised to find yourself actually wanting him despite your exhaustion. It wasn’t really that much of a surprise though. It didn’t take much to get you going with a man like Pete as your boyfriend. 

You took your time soaping up his body, maybe taking more time than necessary when your hand found his abs. Pete tensed slightly, chuckling. “You change your mind?” he asked. 

“Maybe,” you said quietly, kissing his back as your hand moved lower, wrapping around his cock. Pete sucked in a breath, letting out a quiet, “fuck” as you moved your hand slowly. “Feels like you changed your mind, too,” you remarked. 

“Oh, this?” Pete teased. “Nah. This is n-nothing.” His little stammer gave him away and you shook your head, grinning at his attempt at a joke. After a few more moments of your hand moving, Pete wrapped a hand around your wrist, pulling your hand away. “Fuck,” he growled, turning around and pulling you into him for a kiss. 

You couldn’t help but moan softly as his lips found yours, one big hand wrapping around your hip as the other landed between your legs. You whimpered as his skilled fingers worked your clit slowly, making your legs quake. “Pete,” you whined, head falling back, and he wasted no time in bringing his lips to your neck, kissing and sucking at the skin gently. 

“You want to, baby?” he murmured against your neck. 

“Y-yes,” you gasped, gripping his shoulders firmly as he continued to rub circles into your clit. The pressure was amazing and you let out a whine, hips twitching forward. 

“Turn around for me,” Pete mumbled in your ear before nipping at your earlobe. You swallowed hard and obliged, planting your hands on the wall and bending over slightly, ass pressing out. Pete groaned and ran a hand down your back, then slowly over the curve of your ass. “God, you’re so hot. Can’t believe you’re mine,” he rasped. 

You gasped quietly as you felt the head of Pete’s cock nudge your entrance, and you spread your legs wider for him. He bent his knees slightly and slowly pushed into you, both of you gasping when he was in to the hilt. “Fuck, so tight for me,” Pete moaned breathlessly.

You closed your eyes as Pete began to move, slowly fucking into you, hands wrapped firmly around your hips. “Oh god,” you moaned, letting your head hang down as the head of his dick grazed your g-spot.

“Right there, baby?” Pete questioned.

“Yes, Pete, god,” you groaned, pressing your ass back against him more firmly. “Harder, baby, please!”

Pete did as he was told, speeding up and fucking you harder. It had been so long and you were already  starting to pulse around him when his thrusts faltered. Confused, you glanced over your shoulder in time to see him removing the showerhead again. You were in the dark for no more than a second before you realized what he was doing. With one swift click on the dial, he changed the setting of the showerhead and brought it between your legs. 

“Fuck!” you cried out as the showerhead delivered pressure to your clit, just as Pete started to fuck you harder. “Pete, y-you’re gonna make me come–”

“Yeah, baby, come for me,” Pete gritted out, and your back arched as your orgasm crashed into you. Your  head spun and you slid down the wall slightly, panting hard when it was over. Pete replaced the showerhead and pulled out of you gently. 

You watched as he sat down on the built-in bench, admiring his body and the way his stiff cock stood up, waiting for you. Pete spun you around so your back was to his chest, and he pulled you into his lap, guiding his cock back inside of you. You unwound again quickly, letting your head fall back onto his shoulder as his big hands massaged your breasts. You were helpless to do anything but take it as Pete thrusted up into you. His fingers tweaked your nipples, circling them lightly, and your back arched. 

“Oh shit,” you panted. 

“Y-you close for me?” Pete moaned, and you nodded. “Turn around, wanna watch you come.”

You hurried to do as you were told, climbing back into his lap with your hands on his shoulders. He pushed you back just slightly as you took him, and slipped his hand between your bodies, wet fingers finding your clit and rubbing slowly. You took your breasts into your own hands, thumbing your nipples as Pete watched helplessly, fucking up into you.

“Oh god, Y/N,” he groaned. “You’re so fucking  perfect.” Deep brown eyes wandered your body helplessly, landing on your chest as he twisted tight circles into your clit. Your legs shook and you cried out, back arching as another orgasm washed over you. As you came down, you realized Pete was moaning louder, hands tightening on your hips, and you rolled your hips down, hard. With one final gasp, Pete’s hips jerked as he came, filling you up. 

You slumped against him, panting, feeling dirtier than before you’d entered the shower. Your eyes began to droop and Pete chuckled. “Ah ah, no sleeping yet,” he insisted, standing up and setting you down. You grumbled in complaint but let him help you rinse off. 

Afterwards, the two of you ended up in bed, wrapped around each other beneath the blankets, both of your eyes barely open. “I love you, you know that?” Pete mumbled sleepily.

You nodded, humming happily. “I love you, too.”

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( book one )

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Damn right I’m still posting this stuff, albeit once a month at best. Gotta keep this train moving somehow

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your gift ~ pete davidson

word count: 1211

request?: yes!

“Could I request an imagine where you and pete are spending christmas together and you come im just wrapped in wrapping paper like you’re his gift and he just bursts out laughing because he’s awkward like that?”

description: for their first christmas together, she decides to give him an extra special gift

pairing: pete davidson x female!reader

warnings: swearing

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It had been many years since I had spent Christmas with a romantic partner. I didn’t expect too much for my first Christmas with Pete. We had only been dating for a few months, so I figured at most we might go see some Christmas lights and drink some hot chocolate. Imagine my surprise when he asked me if I wanted to spend Christmas Eve with him.

“If you didn’t already have plans with your family that is,” he said. “I know Christmas is supposed to be, like, a family thing.”

“I was going to ask you the same thing. You don’t want to spend it with your mom?”

He waved away my comment. “Please, she is basically insisting I spend it with you. Anything to get me out of the house.”

So, we agreed that he would stay to my place on Christmas Eve before we went to spend time with our respective families. From the moment Pete asked, I found that I was very excited for this Christmas.

We did way more of the cutesy couples Christmas stuff than I anticipated. We went to look at the Christmas lights around my neighborhood, got candy cane hot chocolate, got matching Christmas pajamas (well, I got the set, Pete just got the pajama bottoms). He even insisted on us decorating my Christmas tree together.

With every memory we made, the happier my heart became. It was probably the best Christmas I had ever had.

The night of Christmas Eve, Pete and I were curled up on the couch eating pizza we had ordered and watching some classic Christmas movies. I had a warm blanket thrown across my lap and that, plus the heat from Pete’s body, was enough to feel like I was going to be lulled to sleep. I closed my eyes and was close to drifting off until I felt Pete move under me.

“You’re not falling asleep already, are you? It’s not even 9pm,” he said.

I opened my eyes and looked up at him, sheepishly. “Can you blame me? I’m just so comfy, I could fall asleep right here.”

“You can’t fall asleep before presents.”

This sparked me enough for my eyes to open wide and to sit me upright on the couch. “Presents, you say?”

“Yeah. Haven’t you ever opened at least one present on Christmas Eve?”

“Not since I was a kid.”

“Well, if you don’t want to we don’t have to exchange gifts yet.”

“Now, I didn’t say that.”

Pete chuckled and stood from the couch. I watched him go, nearly bouncing with excitement. When he came back, he had both hands behind his back.

“I tossed it in a gift bag because my wrapping skills suck, so it won’t be that fun to open,” he said.

“All presents are fun to open. Just gimme,” I said, extending my arms and doing the grabby hands at him.

He laughed and pulled the bag from behind his back. I took it and ripped the paper out to reveal a stuffed bear inside. When I took the bear out and squeezed it, Pete’s voice came out of it saying, “Merry Christmas, baby.”

I looked up at Pete, who was smiling brightly at me.

“It’s from Build-A-Bear,” he said. “They had a Christmas line of bear clothes or whatever, and the workers there said that people usually recorded voice messages for whoever they were gifting to. Do you like it?”

It was a sweet brown teddy bear with a red and green Christmas sweater and little images of candy canes on its feet. I hugged him close, Pete’s voice repeating the earlier phrase.

“I love it,” I said.

“I thought you might. Just in case, though I did get you something else with the bear.”

I held the bear out to see a golden locket around its neck. When I opened the locket, there was a picture inside. It was one of the first pictures Pete and I took when we started dating.

I stood from the couch and wrapped my arms around Pete. “Thank you so much. I love them both, Pete.”

“I’m glad you do, honey.”

Now was the part where I had to make up some reason why I didn’t have Pete’s gift.

I had meant to tell him when he came over. I had gone to my sister’s place to wrap presents and left them there so she could bring him over to our parent’s place. I realized only after getting home that Pete’s gift was left there, too. I was planning to give it to him on the day after Christmas after spending time with family.

And now, after he had given me the best gift I could’ve ever received, I had to tell him I didn’t have one to give back to him.

Unless...

I pulled away from our embrace to look at Pete. “I have to go get your gift. Stay here.”

“Okay.”

I went to my bedroom and dug wrapping paper out from the back of the closet. I unrolled a very long strip and ripped it from the roll. I managed to wrap it around my torso and legs, taping a few pieces down so it stuck to me. I grabbed a red bow as well and stuck it to my forehead for effect.

“Okay, make sure you close your eyes!”

I heard him laugh but got no further response.

“Are they closed?” I asked.

“Yes (Y/N)!”

I quickly shuffled out form the room, trying not to rustle the paper too much. Pete was sat back down on the couch, his eyes closed and the bear he had given me sat on his lap as they both waited. I positioned myself in front of him, making sure the wrapping paper would stay up and the bow stayed on, before saying, “Okay, you can open your eyes.”

The minute he looked at me, Pete burst out into laughter. I started laughing with him, knowing how ridiculous I looked.

“I think I already have this gift,” he said, standing from the couch again. “Did you keep the receipt? I may have to return it.”

“Nope. You’re stuck with it.”

“Oh well, I like it enough.”

I giggled as Pete leaned down to kiss my lips.

“I do have an actual gift for you,” I assured him. “I just left it at my sister’s. I meant to tell you and totally ended up forgetting. I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to be sorry. I don’t mind waiting to get it. And besides, this gift is the best thing you could’ve ever gotten me.”

Oh, how he makes my heart flutter.

He kissed my again, the crinkling of the wrapping paper reminding us that I was still “wrapped up”. Pete looked down at me and started laughing again, shaking his head at me.

“Can I unwrap more than just this paper?” he asked.

“Well, we do have all night.”

Pete made quick work of ripping the paper from around my body and tossing it to the floor, along with the red bow on my head. He picked me up in his arms and carried me back to my bedroom, our pizza, the movie, and my new stuffed friend forgotten on the couch.

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I know I’ve been slacking writing so please enjoy this line I just wrote while at the gym 🥵💦

“Mmmm Fuck!” You cry out, your hips already bucking against his hand when his fingertips reach your G spot; each prod against it an erotic novel being written in Morse code.

*for context this is from the cuck fic. your dating Pete, but Colson is fingering you on Pete’s lap

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𝒸𝓊𝓉𝑒𝓈𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝓅𝑒𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝒻𝒾𝒸

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It was 2 in the morning when Colson showed up at Pete’s door. His eyes were bloodshot, hair in clumps of blonde, soaked from the endless rain outside. Trembling hands balled into tight fists and disappeared inside the pockets of his leather jacket when the door clicked open.

Then there was Pete. He stood in his sweatpants, one hand leaning over the doorframe, his expression shifting into one of concern as he scanned his eyes across his best friend’s face. He was met with sudden guilt at his earlier bout of annoyance at having to leave his bed and put on pants and he hoped Colson didn't notice his nails dig into his palms when he spoke.

“come in.”, He cracked the door open a little wider and stepped to the side to invite the blonde inside.

“I uh- the place is fucked but I got the heat on-” Pete spoke as he led them through the hallway.

“-and you can look through my shit in here for a change of clothes, I doubt you'll find anything in leather and latex but hey at least they aren't wet- I've just got Rick and Morty on the background but we can switch to music if you wanted- and I just got some new blunt wraps that we could try out- oh and did you want coffee?”

The two came to a halt at the kitchen bench and the slightest smile tugged at Colson’s lips, in awe at how quickly this man was able to change his mood with just a few words.

“Thanks”, he cringed at the way his voice croaked under the syllables and attempted to clear his throat.

He let his eyes leave the floor and travel up to meet Pete's gaze, pausing over the exposed waistband of his boxers a little longer than he’d like to admit before settling on the hazel orbs.

“And-uh yes please, for the coffee.”

“Black”, he added.

“Iced, I know”, Pete finished his eyeroll gaining a chuckle from Colson.

“My bad”

It had always been so easy with Pete. not that he expected it to be like that with everyone else, but it was times like these that he was especially grateful for this man’s existence and he doubted that any words he could string together to tell him so would ever suffice. He shook his head as fought his thoughts from lingering over how he felt about the younger man. Muttering something about a shower, Colson disappeared into the darkness of the hallway.

Colson was wearing a pair of Pete’s purple Spongebob sweats when he emerged from the shower, hair leaving a trail of fading droplets into the carpet as he made his way through the hallway.

His footsteps slowed to a stop once his eyes landed on Pete’s frame lit up only by the dim blues of the television which was now playing some true crime show. Dateline, he remembered Pete had told him, and he smiled to himself recalling that conversation.

Pete’s eyes stayed glued to the screen, and Colson, not wanting to break him from his trance, leaned against the wall and admired the younger man. He sat with his head leaned back, one leg pulled up to his chest while the other lay over the coffee table. A hand reached back to pull at the brown curls at the nape of his neck and Colson’s heart rate climbed as he watched.

He could already picture the expression written on Pete’s face, eyebrows knitted together in concentration, chewing on the inside of his cheek, completely lost to this world. His breath hitched as he let his thoughts about the boy drift into less purer ones.

He had already thought it through, sure the repercussions were merely an afterthought, but if there ever came the time to kiss the brunette he wouldn't hesitate. In fact, he'd be lying if he said he hadn't imagined doing a lot more than that.

He couldn't pinpoint exactly when his feelings for him turned from platonic to sexual but now that they had he didn't know how to act around his best friend anymore. That was the honest reason why he had avoided seeing Pete for as long as he had and he hated the fact that a drug-filled bender was what had broken that spell.

Colson snapped back to reality in an instance when the brunette turned his head to meet his gaze.

“You're back”, Pete spoke through a smile.

“Hi”, Colson couldn't help but do the same.

Pete made it a point, patting the spot next to him using both hands before turning his gaze back to the screen in front. Colson clumsily made his way back to him narrowly avoiding the piles of discarded clothes before reaching the couch.

“My Spongebob looks good on you”

“Your wh- oh”, it took him a second to process the way he had phrased his compliment and he could only laugh in response.

“Good enough for me to keep?”, he threw half-heartedly curious as for the boy's reaction.

“mhmm”, He replied with a genuine certainty that it made Colson's heart do that flippy-over thing that Pete's words apparently now did do him.

Colson shuffled the rest of the way over to the space next to Pete’s before sinking onto the soft cushions below. Pete readjusted in his chair before leaning his head into the crook of Colson’s shoulder.

“You know you don't have to say anything if you don't want to”. gentle words lingered their warm breath against the nape of Colson's neck.

“I know”

He ignored the way his chest clenched as his friend passed him an assuring smile when he didn't elaborate. Instead, he let his head drop to cradle into the younger man’s touch and let his eyes land on the screen where the host's demeanor sounded a tad too cheery to be describing a murder scene.

Not removing his eyes from the TV, Colson moved his arm back to wrap around the younger man and bit back a smile as he felt Pete shift closer and sink into his touch.

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