Pete Davidson Imagine: Puppy Love

A/N: This post is based on this request I received a few months ago. I hope you enjoy it @justah0pelessr0mantic !

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Pete Davidson x shy!reader w/ problematic puppy

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“Hey babe?” I hear from the kitchen as you exit the bathroom, still rubbing the moisturizer into my skin. 

“Yeah?” I respond as I step into the kitchen. As I walk in I stoop down to rub our new puppy’s head before walking around the kitchen island to where Pete is standing, and taking a bite of the toaster waffle he is holding in his hand. He chuckles as I slowly back away while chewing. 

“What did you tell me earlier needed to be done today?”

“Oh, um, I was going to go grocery shopping,” I start as I look for something to snack on for breakfast besides Pete’s waffle, and then shut the fridge door when I realize there is nothing, hence the reason I was going to go shopping today. “Maybe look for a dress to wear to your mom’s house on Christmas Eve. Why?”

“You don’t have to wear a dress. The three of us always wear pajamas. Also, do you mind if I come shopping with you? I was wanting to get out of the house today,” he says, walking over to me and wrapping his arms around me. 

“Yeah you can come with. And if we’re going to wear pajamas, what if you and I got cute matching ones? At Target?” I ask him, looking up at him and pouting.

He leans down and kisses me, before pulling back and saying “You just look so cute when you pout like that, I can’t say no.” He kisses me one more time, before handing me my usual coffee cup and gently turning me back towards our room. Go get dressed you loon,” he says, before placing one more kiss on my lips, and playfully smacking my ass as I walk away. 

I pause after taking a couple of steps. “Do we still have puppy pads to put in the area we have blocked off for when we have to leave Peanut at home?” I ask, turning back to look at Pete. 

“We do for today, but those should go on your list,” he responds, and I nod, turning again and heading for our room.

I walk back into our room, and cross quickly to the closet, shedding the pajamas I was wearing as I walk in. I browse through my side of the closet, deciding on a pair of flare pants and an oversized sweatshirt. After I finish getting dressed, I bend down and grab my platform Uggs off the shelf before heading back into the other room. As soon as I sit down again, Pete comes walking in from outside, with a look of annoyance on his face. 

“The puppy took a shit in the living room again. I just put him out, but we have to really start getting his training started. I’m tired of cleaning up dog shit and I can tell you are too.  What do you want to do?” he asks, crossing the room while talking so he is standing in front of me. I let go of the boot and I was about to slip on my foot and let it drop to the ground, before leaning back and staring up at the ceiling with a groan. 

I hear Pete bend down and pick my boot up, and then I feel him slide the boot onto my foot. When the boot is on, he pulls me to a standing position and wraps his arms around me. “We can train him, and it won’t take long. We just need to actually start trying,” he says, and then places a kiss to the top of my head before pulling away. “I’m going to bring him in and put him in his space and then we can go. While I drive you can look up good training tools,” he tells me, and then heads toward the sliding door that leads to our backyard. 

I sigh one more time, and then grab my purse off the counter, along with Pete’s car keys, and head into our garage to start the car and start looking for training techniques. 

By the time Pete gets out to the car I have already read an article that showcased points that I believe will work for us, and have added the things that I believe we will need to the list. As we drive I explain my plan to Pete, and he agrees to it. Before we even reach the store we have a plan for helping Peanut. 

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When we start our shopping at Target it feels like no one is paying attention to us, which is how I prefer it, and unusual for when you are dating a celebrity. I decide to relish in the idea that no one has noticed him, and I decide to start with the christmas pajamas, heading straight to that section of the store after getting Starbucks from the cafe at the front. Pete no longer drinks coffee from Starbucks, but I can never go on a Target run without getting it. Pete pushes the cart as I walk next to it, telling him where to go while sipping on my Pink drink. When we reach the Christmas section I meticulously look through each of the sets of pajamas, deciding if we want ones with a funny phrase on them or just a patterned one. I decide on a simple plaid pattern, and hold it up to Pete with a smile. 

“I feel like I could order something funnier or cuter on Amazon, but what if we get these and do that? That way we had a pair we could wear to Amy’s on Christmas Eve and then a pair to wear just the two of us on Christmas?” 

“Whatever you want to do Baby,” he says with a small smile on his face. I grin, and toss my arms around his neck planting a big kiss on his lips. When I go to pull away he pulls me even closer and kisses me again, before letting go and pulling away. I grab both of our sizes and toss them in our cart, smiling down at them. When I go to turn around and see if they had a small enough dog-size for our puppy, I notice someone standing at the end of the aisle staring at the two of us, with their camera pointed right at us. I knew in that moment that they had without a doubt caught the moment of us kissing, and I immediately begin to feel a panic attack coming on. 

“Hey Pete,” I say quietly, turning back around and looking at him. I don’t want him to notice the person at the other end of the aisle, so I grab hold of the cart and start pushing it.  “Let’s go get the puppy stuff now that we have this.” He nods, and looks a little confused, but follows after me anyway. I walk quickly and quietly to the pet section, and whip the cart into the aisle with puppy pads in it before stopping suddenly. I ignore the questioning looks from Pete as I grab the puppy pads, some puppy shampoo, and then grab the cart and turn down the next aisle. I grab some small treats that will help with the potty training, and then decide to grab a small dog toy for a reward once he is trained. I take hold of the cart again and head towards the next section on my grocery list, still ignoring Pete’s glances of confusion. 

I rush through our grocery shopping as quick as possible, noticing more people staring at us in every aisle we go down. By the time we get to the checkout and are checking out, I look out the door and see the flashing lights of paparazzi. I can tell the exact moment that Pete notices it as well, because he starts shoving our groceries into bags quicker than he had been before, and before I know it we are completely checked out, and Pete has me sandwiched between him and the cart as we head out of the store and into the crowd of paparazzi. Luckily we had snagged a parking spot close to the front, and Pete opened the door and helped me get in the car, pressing a kiss to my forehead before shutting the door and going to the back of the car to put the groceries in the trunk. 

When he gets in the car, he starts it and quickly leaves the parking lot. He holds my hand as he drives, rubbing soothing circles over it. 

“I’m sorry,” he says about three minutes into the drive. I snap my head up, looking at him with a look of wonder and fury in my eyes. 

“Why in the hell are you sorry?” I ask him, and he sighs, glancing over at me before looking back at the road. 

“I should’ve ended the shopping trip that moment you suddenly got uncomfortable in the Christmas aisle. I just thought it would only be that one person and then we would be fine. Obviously I was wrong.”

“You saw them?” I ask him softly. He nods, and I put my head down. “I didn’t say anything because I didn’t think you had seen them and I thought ignoring it was better than trying to do something about it.”

“I thought the same thing” he says, and then we sit there in silence for a moment before we both crack up with laughter. We laugh for at least two minutes as he drives down the road, and when we pul into our garage the first thing I do is unbuckle and then reach across the car and pull his lips into mine. 

“I’m sorry I’m so shy and get so nervous in situations like that,” I whisper when I pull back. 

“I don’t blame you,” he says, kissing me one more time before pulling back again. “I also get nervous in those situations, but not really because of me anymore. Because of you,” he says, and I feel a tear slip out of my eye. “I’ve never cared or worried about anyone like I do you,” he says, and then pulls me in for another kiss.

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

wanted - part 12

Woohoo I finally wrote! And I'm leaving y'all on a cliffhanger to make you hate me even more! Sorry... I am currently writing the next chapter though, so hopefully that'll be up shortly. Thanks for sticking around during my little hiatus. I hope you enjoy!

Colson x Original Female Character x Pete

Warnings: some smut (18+), swearing, alcohol usage

It’s my birthday. 

Normally, I wake up sad on my birthday. I’m not really sure why. Maybe because a birthday makes you think of who really cares, and you’re expecting messages from people, and when they don’t come, you feel like you don’t matter. Maybe it’s because I’m getting older and that freaks me out. Whatever it is, I’m glad that I don’t wake up on this birthday feeling sad.

Maybe it has to do with the fact that Colson is in bed beside me. He’s on his side, hand tucked under his head, and he sleeps soundly. I love the way that the sunlight catches his face, giving him a warm glow. He’s become so special to me so quickly. I’ve never been so happy, and I know you’re not supposed to find happiness solely in a relationship. I think Colson is just enhancing my life. A friend turned partner. It’s perfect.

It hasn’t even been a month since we made it official but I can’t help what I’m feeling. I’m at the edge of the cliff, so close to falling in love with Colson it’s scary. I won’t admit it any time soon, not until he does, but I feel it. How can I not? Colson is kind, funny, caring, and sexy. We get along great and I’m so much happier when I’m with him. 

I’m daydreaming about our relationship so deeply that I don’t notice his eyes are open until he says my name. I jump a little and meet his eyes, smiling sheepishly. “Hey,” I whisper.

“Hey,” Colson says with a sleepy grin. “C’mere.” I scoot closer, letting him wrap me in his arms. Warm lips press to my forehead and he gives me a squeeze. “Happy birthday, baby.”

I smile and nuzzle in closer. “Thank you,” I say. 

Colson told me last night, two glasses of wine in, that his birthday present was something amazing. I couldn’t get anything else out of him, no matter how hard I tried, and now that I’m remembering it again, I’m eager to find out what it is. 

“Hey,” I say, looking up at him. “When do I get my present?”

Colson laughs. “Later tonight. Probably after dinner.” He’s taking me out to dinner and then we’ll spend the night here. 

“I guess I’d better get up and start getting ready,” I say. 

Colson gives me a kiss, squeezing my ass. “Yeah. You do that.” 

Later that night, I drive over to Colson’s place in my birthday outfit, a silky red dress that hugs my curves. Sophie and Alicia helped me pick it out and I feel beautiful in it. I can’t wait to show Colson.

I park in my usual spot in the driveway and let myself into the house. Pete is on the couch and he smiles, hopping to his feet. “Hey! Happy birthday!” he says, wrapping me in a hug. He smells good and his hug is warm. I’ve stopped trying to convince myself that I don’t still feel something for Pete. It’s pointless to keep lying to myself. 

Pete pulls back from the hug and turns his head. “Kells! Alex is here!” he calls, then turns back to me. “You look beautiful,” he says, and I’m surprised to see a glimpse of what looks like pain in his deep brown eyes. It makes my heart squeeze in my chest. But there’s something else there, too…mischief?

“Hey,” I say, narrowing my eyes. 

Pete stuffs his hands into his pockets and looks at me innocently. “What’s up?”

“Do you know what my birthday present is going to be?” 

Pete opens his mouth to say something, but then I catch sight of Colson over Pete’s shoulder and my face lights up with a smile. Colson smiles right back as he saunters over. Pete steps out of the way and Colson cups my face, tipping it up so he can kiss me. “Hi,” he murmurs. 

“Hi,” I say through a smile, wrapping my arms around his waist. 

“Ready to go?” he asks, and I nod. Colson pulls away and turns to Pete. “See you later, brother.”

“See ya. Have fun,” Pete says from where he’s returned to the couch. I shoot what I hope is a menacing look at him over my shoulder as Colson takes my hand and we walk outside. Pete just winks and waves, and fuck if I don’t feel that wink right between my legs. 

Colson takes me to my favorite restaurant - Texas Roadhouse, duh - and we order drinks to start, sharing a basket of rolls. He looks so handsome, slightly dressed up. He just got a haircut - long on top and short on the sides, and it really suits him. The sides are his natural, darker color and the top of bleach blonde. “I love your hair, by the way,” I tell him.

Colson chuckles. “So you’ve said. A couple hundred times,” he teases.

I lightly kick his shin beneath the table and giggle. “Leave me alone. I just really like it, okay?” 

“I like yours, too,” Colson agrees. “And that dress. Goddamn.” His voice lowers as his eyes dip to my cleavage, and he takes his lip between his teeth as his eyes glaze over.

I blush and look around. “Save it for later, ya perv,” I joke, reaching for his hand. Colson takes my hand in his and leans in to kiss my knuckles, holding eye contact with me. My heart flutters in my chest, and suddenly, I realize I can’t deny another lie I’ve been telling myself. I’m 100% in love with Colson. 

“What are you thinking about?” he asks, blue eyes burning into mine. 

I shrug. “Nothing important,” I lie. 

We eat a delicious dinner and talk the entire time. On the drive back to his house, Colson pushes the hem of my dress up and rests his hand on my thigh, thumb stroking gently. Heat shoots between my legs and I bite my lip. I literally can’t get enough of him. 

He’s initiated every time, mainly because I’m terrified of rejection, and even though he’s my boyfriend now, I’m still scared it’ll happen. I glance over at him as he drives and he smiles at me. I turn my body and lean over, kissing his neck. Colson tenses up, breath hitching. “What are you doing?” he purrs.

“Nothing,” I murmur into his warm skin, leaving open-mouthed kisses all over the side of his neck. Reaching over, I untuck his shirt from his dress pants and slip my hand beneath his shirt to feel his stomach. Colson curses quietly under his breath and then his hand covers mine and pulls it back. 

“What’s wrong?” I ask, tracing my tongue over the double x tattoo behind his ear, a surefire way to make his dick hard. And it does. I watch as his pants begin to tent. 

Colson lets out a shaky breath. “I have cake for us at home. Pete’s waiting to have some with us,” he says. “Can we just hold off until after? I don’t really want to walk into my house with a boner.”

“Mm,” I hum against his skin. “Just this once.” I pull back after tucking his shirt back in. He shifts in his seat and adjusts his cock in his pants, letting out a breath. Even in the late evening light, I can see the pink splotches on his cheeks and it makes me smile. 

When we pull up to the house, Colson comes to get my door. The inside is completely dark and I frown. “You sure Pete didn’t bail on us?” I ask. “Looks dark in there.”

Colson frowns, too. “He better not have,” he says irritably. “Maybe he fell asleep.” He takes my hand and leads me to the door. He unlocks it and we step into the pitch black. Out of nowhere, the lights flick on, and I jolt, shocked to find that the living room is filled with people. 

“Surprise!” they yell in unison, and that’s when I notice the party hats, the balloons, and the sign hanging from the doorway between the kitchen and living room reading ‘Happy Birthday Alex!’. 

I laugh and swat Colson’s stomach. “What the hell! You planned this?” I yell over the commotion.

Colson grins down at me and bends to kiss me softly. “Happy birthday, baby.”

I’m immediately bombarded by hugs, and I just can’t believe Colson pulled off a surprise party. A room full of people I love, with the one who planned it all being the one I love most. I smile at him from where Alicia has me in an embrace, and I narrow my eyes. So that’s why he didn’t want to fool around in the car. I’ll get him back later. 

I’m handed a drink and then we gather around the table to play waterfall, my favorite drinking game. It’s easy to get fucked up, but it’s so fun that I don’t even mind. Sure enough, after a few rounds, we’re all drunk and rowdy. I’m in Colson’s lap laughing loudly at something Slim said, and I’m so, so happy. 

The only problem is my wandering eye. 

I can’t help but notice Pete. He sits on the couch, legs in the perfect man-spread position, big, tattooed hand curled around a beer. His cheeks are rosy and his smile is warm and his voice jolts something within me whenever he talks. Plus, he keeps glancing over at me and smirking like an asshole.

But then I feel Colson’s warm hand on my hip, his lips against my shoulder, and I smile, remembering that this is my boyfriend. Sexy, smart, funny, and kind, Colson is mine. So why am I still hung up on Pete?

“Can we play truth or dare but with only dares?” I slur, and the group laughs. 

“We pretty much already know everything about each other,” Rook says with a shrug. 

“Sure, birthday girl,” Slim says. “You wanna go first?”

“I can never think of good dares,” I pout. “You go first, babe.”

“Alright,” Colson says, looking around the circle. “Rook, I dare you to do a backflip.”

“Wait,” Alicia says. “Can you actually do one?”

Rook laughs. “Yeah, I can. Not sure how well when I’m this drunk, though.” The ceiling is high and Rook backs up away from the group. We all watch in awe as he throws a perfect backflip, landing solidly. Everyone cheers and Rook bows. 

The game continues on. We’re all coupled up, but everything always ends up sexual in nature. I return to Colson’s lap after Sophie fulfilled a dare given to her by Logan. She was dared to make out with me and she pulled me right into her lap for the dare. My heart is racing a little and it only quickens when I feel Colson’s erection against my ass. 

“That was hot, baby,” he murmurs against my ear. 

I hum in response, pleasantly drunk and turned on. I’m about to drag his ass from the room when Sophie speaks. 

“Kells, your turn,” she says. 

“Alright,” Colson says, scanning the room. His eyes land on Pete. something mischievous flickers in Colson’s eyes. “Pete,” he says. “I dare you to make Alex moan.”

The room falls awkwardly silent. Pete clears his throat, cheeks reddening. “Wh-what?” he asks.

“You heard me,” he says, eyes burning into Pete’s. “Dare’s a dare. She’s the birthday girl, after all.”

“Are you serious?” I ask, looking at Colson, who only nods. His eyes hold no jealousy, just smoldering desire, and he’s gotten even harder against me, if possible. I swallow hard and glance at Pete. 

“Shit,” Pete says, then laughs, patting his thighs. “Come here, Alex.”

It’s a good thing we’re all drunk. Colson pushes me off him and I stumble over to Pete, taking his hand as he pulls me into his lap. I glance around, and everyone’s eyes are on me. The guys are smirking and the girls just look intrigued. No one looks worried or scared. 

I glance at Colson and he nods, picking up his drink. “Go on, baby,” he tells me. 

I swallow hard and look at Pete, who’s staring up at me with dark eyes. Fuck, he looks hot. He bites his lip. “You okay with this?” he asks. I can’t speak right now, so a small nod is my only response. “Good,” he murmurs, and then he’s leaning in, wrapping soft lips around the side of my neck. I swallow hard and close my eyes, hands tightening on his shoulders. 

The heavy bass of a loud song pulsates in my body. I could moan now and end this, or I could milk it. I’m too drunk to feel guilty and I choose the latter. I let Pete’s lips explore my neck and chest, moving slowly down my cleavage. My chest heaves slightly and Pete huffs against my heated skin. I’m keeping it together relatively well until he decides to end me.

Suddenly, Pete’s big hands grip my ass hard and he drags his tongue up my cleavage and neck, and a moan slips out, uninhibited. It’s then that I remember our friends are surrounding us, and they celebrate Pete completing his dare. Pete gives my ass a little pat that shouldn’t be as sexy as it is, and I get off his lap, returning to Colson. 

My boyfriend smirks and wraps his arm around me, resting his big hand on my thigh. He leans down into my ear. “Did you like that?” he murmurs. 

I look up at him, unsure of what to say. Shouldn’t Colson be jealous? He was the one to dare Pete in the first place. I’m confused. “I’ll be right back,” I say. I need to clear my head, get some fresh air. I push off the couch and walk out onto the back porch, feeling sober as soon as the cool air hits my skin. I draw in a deep breath and steady myself on the railing. What the fuck is going on?

Colson asked me to be his girlfriend. I suppose he never said anything specific about being exclusive, but I just figured that’s what we were doing. But now he’s daring his best friend to make me moan. Who does that? I’m not sure how to feel about it, but it’s hard to figure it out because my pussy aches between my thighs. I squeeze them together and let out a little helpless noise, closing my eyes. My throat tightens and the backs of my eyes begin to sting. I don’t know what to do with these feelings.

I don’t turn around when I hear the door whoosh open and shut behind me, but I do notice there are two sets of footsteps. I tense up slightly as Colson steps up beside me, leaning against the railing, but I do look over when Pete takes my other side. I blink in confusion, pinching the bridge of my nose. “What the hell is going on?” I ask helplessly.

Colson and Pete chuckle and I frown, glaring at Colson, whose smile fades immediately. “I’m sorry, baby,” he says, putting a hand to my lower back. “I should’ve talked to you about it first to see if you were okay with it.”

“Why are you okay with it?” I blurt, looking up into his intense blue eyes. “I-I’m your girlfriend. Pete’s your best friend.” I jerk my thumb towards the other man. 

Colson chuckles and meets Pete’s eyes over my head before looking back down at me. “Alex,” he says. “I like threesomes. Okay?” My body tenses, and the ache between my legs intensifies. Just then, Pete scoots closer, pushing my hair off my shoulder. I look up at him and he just watches me with his lip between his teeth. 

“I like watching my girl get fucked,” Colson continues, cupping my chin so I’ll look at him. “I want to watch you with Pete. And I want him to watch you with me.”

“I want that, too,” Pete says huskily, and I swallow hard, looking over at him again. He plays gently with my hair. “I’ve never stopped being attracted to you, Alex. Just because I don’t really date doesn’t mean I don’t still fuck.”

I stare dumbly at him for a moment before turning back to Colson. “Am I hallucinating this?” I ask. “Is this a trick to see if I’m faithful?”

Colson chuckles and shakes his head. “No, this is real,” he murmurs, “and definitely not a trick. I’ve been paying attention and I think you want this, too.”

He steps closer and grabs one of my hips, turning my body so my back is pressed to his front. His hands slide over my curves and I breathe shallowly as I feel his erection press against me. Pete steps forward, a question in his eyes as his fingertips trace down my neck. I close my eyes and whimper almost painfully. I do want this, so badly it hurts. Is that wrong?

“Here’s what I think we should do,” Colson murmurs in my ear. “Pete and I take you to my room and we fuck you, make you come until you can barely move.” My eyes are locked on Pete’s as Colson speaks, and Pete’s already dark brown eyes seem to blacken. 

“But we need to hear that you want this, Alex,” Pete says as he steps into my space. His hands find a space on my waist above Colson’s, and his thumbs graze the undersides of my breasts through my silky dress. My breath hitches. 

“Mm, she’s hesitant,” Colson murmurs. “She wants to be a bad girl, but she’s scared.” It should feel degrading, having Colson talk about me right in front of me, but it only makes me ache more. Colson snaps his fingers and I jolt slightly. “Ah,” he says. “Let’s see what her body is saying.”

Pete smirks as Colson’s hand skims up beneath my dress. The red silk moves easily as his fingers move between my legs, skillfully pushing aside the crotch of my panties, which is soaked. Colson lets out a low, raspy groan as his fingers find me dripping wet. “That’s what I thought,” he murmurs. “But I need to hear you say it, Alex.” 

I’m a shaken can of Coke ready to explode and I finally do. “Yes!” I blurt, cheeks reddening. “God, yes, I want it, I want both of you, please.” My words come out in a rush of breath and the boys chuckle together, meeting eyes. 

“Good girl,” Pete says, tipping my chin up as he leans down to kiss me. My legs weaken and Colson has to hold me up as Pete kisses me thoroughly, slowly at first but deeper as time goes on. I whimper helplessly into his mouth, gripping onto his shoulder with one hand and Colson’s wrist with the other. 

“P-please,” I squeak when he pulls back.

“Come on, baby,” Colson murmurs, pulling me towards the door. Pete follows close behind. Everyone’s still partying, pretty drunk now, so the three of us are able to easily sneak past everyone to Colson’s room. Pete locks the door behind us. 

Colson sits me on the bed and kneels down in front of me. Warm hands find my thighs, stroking gently, and there’s love in his eyes when he looks up at me. “Hey,” he murmurs. “Are you drunk?”

I shake my head no. “Tipsy, but not drunk.”

“Okay,” he says, nodding. “Alex. Do you want this?”

I swallow hard, glancing at Pete who leans against the wall. I can see his erection through his gray sweats and I have to stifle a moan as I look back at Colson. “Yes, I want this,” I say firmly. 

Colson grins and pulls me in for a slow kiss. “If it ever goes too far,” he says against my lips, “you tell us and we’ll stop.”

“Don’t even feel bad about it,” Pete says. “We don’t give a fuck. We’ll stop when you want us to.” They’re both so serious and a huge chunk of my anxiety dissolves. I nod and smile at Colson, and then Pete.

“Boys?” I say.

“Yeah, baby?” Colson asks at the same time Pete says, “Yeah?”

I look between them, then get to my feet. Their eyes are locked on me as I reach behind myself and unzip my dress. Then, I let it slowly puddle onto the floor around my feet, leaving me in a lacy matching set, stockings high up on my thighs. 

“Jesus. Fucking. Christ,” Pete says, swallowing hard. 

“Yeah,” Colson croaks, staring me down. 

I put my hands on my hips and smirk. “Can you please stop being so gentle now and fuck me like you promised?”

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

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

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.

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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

𝒸𝓊𝓉𝑒𝓈𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝓅𝑒𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝒻𝒾𝒸

ao3

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.

Jen! You’ve got me over here thirsting for Chris on a peaceful Sunday! (I just caught up on a bunch of your posts over the weekend lol)

While my mind was off being slutty I thought of an interesting, I think at least, ask:

If any of your fics were to be made into a movie, which one would you choose? And the bigger question…who would you cast? Also would you change any parts of the fic you choose?

As always love ya! 😘

Oh! This is such a good question that I have pondered on since you sent it!

I would love to have Desperate Affairs become a limited series. It's almost too long and too much going on for it to be a movie, but a limited series! I would love that!

Who would I cast? Well, funny you should ask 🤭 it is a dream and goal of mine to make that story a non fanfiction. In order to do so, characters names have to be changed, and there will be given different face claims. I would want Chris to remain as Ransom. But Henry Cavill as Andy. Sebastian I would still want as Dr. Barnes. Jake has been a tough one, but honestly I could see Pete Davidson as him. Steve Matthew Gray Gubler.

As far as changing thing, Mr. Freezy doesn't exist in that world. That story was only supposed to be a one shot, and it turned into one of my most proud of works. However, if I had a do over I would have Mr. Freezy in there at all.

Pete Davidson Imagine: Visit

Warnings: fem!reader, small town! reader

“Can you stop it?” I laugh as Pete continues to tickle me while we walk through the airport. “Oh, sorry,” I mumble to the person I almost run into because I’m doing my best to dodge Pete’s long fingers as they torture me. “Sorry!” he shouts, waving at the person who we had almost trampled. “Where did your family say they would be?” he asks as he finally stops messing with me and just takes my hand, effectively dragging me behind him since he is a little under a foot taller than me and has longer legs than I do. “In the pickup lane, in my mom’s car. But first we need to grab our luggage from the luggage claim. It’s that way,” I tell him, and point towards where I know the baggage claim is, and he starts to move even faster, pulling me towards it. “Can we maybe slow down Babe?” “Oh. Right, little legs. Sorry,” he says with a chuckle, in reference to Full House, a show I introduced him to. He slows  his pace  so that I can keep up with him while he walks. “When we get to your little town what are we going to do?” “Well, I thought we could maybe go to my grandpa's farm, and visit with him and the horses, and I could give you a little tour of the place I spent a good part of my childhood. And at the end of the nightI thought we could visit the ice cream shop in town. Then, the whole reason we came home is that this coming weekend is the town fair, so you’ll get to see all of the carnival rides come into town,” I tell him, swinging our arms and looking up at him as we come to a stop in front of the baggage claim. He walks over and grabs our bags as they come around the carousel, and practically runs back to me with them. “Okay, lets go. I wanna see Momma L/N!” he says when he gets back to me, and I point him out the doors towards where I know my mom will be, waiting in the car. “Bubs, you just saw her a month ago when she came out for the premier of Bupkis,” I say as we walk out the door, laughing at the fact that he’s so excited to see my mom. “I know, but with everything that was going on that weekend we barely got to talk. I’m excited to actually spend time with her this week,” he says, pulling me into a hug as we stop where the pick up area begins. I look up at him and stretch up on my toes as he leans down to give him a kiss, and just as our lips connect my mom pulls up beside us. “Hey!” she says through the open window. “If you two keep that up you’ll be the front page of all the tabloids. You may be home, Y/N, but Pete is still a celebrity,” she says to you in a teasing tone, with a small laugh and a smile on her face as Pete loads the suitcases in the trunk of the car. “Let Pete sit in the front,” she continues as I open the front door. “He has longer legs than you.” “Whatever mom,” I respond with a laugh, and climb into the back. Pete shuts my door behind me, and sits in the front seat, pulling his door shut. “Hi Momma L/N,” he says, leaning over to give her a hug. “Hi Pete,” she says with a laugh as she hugs him back, and then they separate and she starts driving us towards the house. 〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️ “Is my old car still in the garage?” I ask as we turn off the highway and into my small town. “Yes. I had your brother take it for a drive last week to make sure it would be okay for the two of you to use this week,” she says as we turn down the street my old house is on. I smile as we pull into my driveway, and practically leap out of the car when it comes to a stop. I run around to the back of the car, and open the trunk, pulling Pete and I’s suitcases out. “Come on P!” I shout as I run up to the front door, whipping it open, only to be met by my childhood dog jumping all over me. “Luna!” I squeal as I bend down to catch her, effectively abandoning mine and Pete’s bags behind me. I walk into the house holding her, and hear Pete groan as the door slams in his face as he grabs the bags. My mom laughs and opens the door for him, and takes one of the bags from him as they enter the kitchen, where the door we came in leads. “Y/N, are you going to take the bags up to your room?” my mom asks, standing in the hall that leads to the stairs, which subsequently lead up to my room. “Yeah, we’ll be back down in a bit,” I respond, and she nods, before turning and heading in the direction of her bedroom. I grab the suitcase she had been holding, and start the process of dragging it up to my room. Pete trails slowly behind me, and Luna runs up the steps in front of us, and by the time we make it up the stairs is sitting at the top panting like she’d just run a marathon. We cross through the room that separates the two bedrooms up here, and step into my room. “You can just put the suitcases over there, we can unpack them later,” I say, sliding my suitcase to the place I had pointed at, and then flopping on my bed. He moves both suitcases there and then flops onto the bed next to me. “What time is it?” he asks me when he settles, after pulling me into him. “Um,” I say, bringing my wrist to a point where I could look at my watch, “3:30. I wonder when dinner will be. Do you think we have time for a nap?” I ask him, moving out from under his arm so that I can sit up. “I’ll be right back. I’m going to go talk to my mom,” I tell him, and then stand up and cross to my doorway. I close the door behind me as I exit, knowing that he’s probably going to fall asleep as soon as I leave, and then head towards the stairs to go down and talk to my mom. “Hey honey,” she says when I cross into the living room. “Hey momma,” I respond, and sit down next to her on the couch. “What are we doing for dinner and when? I wanted to know if I could take a nap beforehand.” “Oh, we were thinking that we could go to the Mexican Restaurant for dinner tonight. If you want to take a nap we can go around 6:30 or 7.” “Awesome, thank you momma!” I say, and then turn and give her a kiss on the cheek before standing up and heading back to my bedroom. Sure enough, by the time I enter the room again, Pete is asleep on my bed. I slowly close the door behind me, and make my way over to the bed. I lay down next to Pete, and as I close my eyes, I feel him pull me into him. 〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️ “Y/N!” The sound of my name being shouted up the stairs startles me awake, and Pete as well. “We’re leaving for dinner in twenty minutes. Be ready by then!” my mom shouts from the bottom of the stairs. I shoot up in my bed, and smack Pete in the chest to make sure he starts moving. I stand up from the bed and cross to my vanity, sitting in the chair in order to slip my shoes on. As I do that Pete sits on the edge of the bed and puts his shoes on. He grabs our phones off of my bedside table, and then we both head out the door and go downstairs. “Hey Mom, we’re ready to go,” I say as we get downstairs. “ Are we all driving together or should I drive Pete and I? Also who all is going?” “I think me, Garret, and your brothers are going. And I think your Grandpa said he was going to meet us there.” “So, should we take my old car and the rest of you go in yours?” “Yeah, that sounds good,” she says, and then grabs my old car keys off the counter. “Do you want us to leave now and get us a table?” I ask her as I take my keys out of her hand. “Yeah go ahead. We’ll be there not long after you,” she replies. I nod my head and grab Pete’s hand, and we head out the door to head to the car. We drive through the town on our way to the restaurant, with my hand intertwined with his, resting on the center console,  and I point out places I used to hang out, or places that had been my favorite restaurants. The buildings where I had worked in small town boutiques, that are no longer open and are either empty buildings or they have a new business in them. “And that one is now owned by two people who I graduated with,” I tell him as I point at one of the small businesses. “Funny story, they were not together in high school. In fact, she was dating his best friend and he was dating her best friend. Around my sophomore year of college they got engaged to each other, and I was shocked. As far as I know they no longer talk to the other two.” “Ah, small town gossip, nothing better,” he says, and raises our hands up to his to kiss my hand while I drive. 〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️ When we get to the restaurant I pull into a parking spot, and we head in to get the table for everyone.  It isn’t long after we get there that the rest of my family shows up, and we all order and chat it up as we wait for our food. Pete ordered a quesadilla, I ordered chicken enchiladas, and my family ordered what they usually order. While we sit waiting for our food, my grandpa starts to ask Pete questions, even though he’s met him before. “So, Pete, you’re a comedian?” he asks, even though I have told him that information before. “Uh, yes sir,” he says, and I can tell that he’s starting to get nervous, so I slide my hand over his under the table. “I actually have a show that came out recently, that’s based on my life, with some fictionalizations in it.” “I’m really proud of him,” I say, looking between my grandpa and Pete. “I mean, I know I wouldn’t be able to make a sitcom about my life, and it’s been…” I trail off, not wanting to say what I was thinking. I know that if it was just Pete and I would be able to say it, because we’ve discussed it before, but I don’t want to say it in front of my whole family. “That can’t have been easy,” my grandpa responds, “making a show about your life. From what I’ve heard,  both from news and from my granddaughter, you’ve had a rough go of it.” “Yeah, for a while,” Pete says, ducking his head down, and I think that he’s done, but then he speaks up again. “But then I met Y/N, and it really perked up,” he says, and leans over and kisses me gently, right as the food gets brought out. We spend the rest of the dinner making small talk before we pay and head out. We stand outside talking for a few minutes, before getting in our respective cars and heading home. 〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️ “How full are you?” I ask Pete as we sit down in the car. “Pretty full.” “What about dessert?” I ask him, turning to face him in the car. “Baby, you know me. I’m always up for dessert,” he says, and then pulls me in for a kiss. “Great. Me. Too.” I say, pausing between each word to kiss him. “Okay,” I start when I finally pull myself away from him, “Let me text my mom, and tell her that you and I will be home after we stop at the town ice cream shop.” “Sounds good babe,” he says, and then uses apple play to turn on a playlist for the drive. After I text my mom I pull out of the parking spot and head towards the ice cream shop. When we get to the ice cream shop we head in, and stand in line, with his arm wrapped around my waist. I order what I usually get, lucky that they have it in stock, and then look at Pete. “What are you going to get babe?” “What do you recommend?” he asks me, staring at the options in front of him. “Well, I got Peach, but I also really like their coffee flavor, or any of the other fruit flavors,” I tell him. He nods, and then orders a scoop of the coffee flavor, and a scoop of the chocolate raspberry.  We go and sit in one of the booths with our ice cream. “So what did you think?” I ask him after we finish our ice cream and are just sitting there. “Delicious. Best ice cream I’ve ever had,” he says, and grabs our empty cups to go put them in the trash. When he gets back he holds out his hand, and I take it. “Shall we go home?” he asks, and I nod my head and we head out of the shop. We head back to my house, and head up to my room to go to bed. He goes into my room, while I head into the bathroom to do my skincare. After I finish in the bathroom, he heads in to do his skincare (he washes his face with water) and I go into the bedroom to change into pajamas. By the time I’m changed Pete has come back in the room and is about to lay down. “Are you ready to go to bed?” I ask him as he plugs in his phone. “Yeah. Are you?” “Yeah,” I say and lay down. “Can you hand me the remote so I can turn on a show and the sleep timer?” He nods and reaches behind him to the shelf in the headboard it was resting on, and grabs it before handing it to me. As I turn on the tv and go to choose a show he lays down and wraps an arm around me, and then tugs me to him. I laugh as he starts to tickle me, and smack his hands away. I lay down with my head on his chest, and we fall asleep cuddling like that. 〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️ “Okay, turn left at this next road,” I tell Pete from the passenger seat. We are currently driving to my grandpa’s house, but I let him drive this time, since I know how to get out here, and he likes being the one to drive, even if he doesn’t know exactly where he is going, unlike me.  I continue to give him directions, until we turn into the long driveway. As soon as we stop, I jump out of the car and run up to the door. “Gramps!” I exclaim as I walk in the door, and see my grandpa standing in the kitchen. I run over to him and give him a huge hug, because it’s been a few months since I last saw him.   “Hi Sweetie,” my grandpa says as we hug, and when we separate Pete is already behind me and holds his hand out. “Nice to meet you Sir,” he says as he and my grandpa shake hands. “Nice to meet you too, son,” Gramps replies. “I’ve heard so much about you from Y/N that I feel like you’re already part of the family. Call me Gramps.” “Oh, um, okay… Gramps,” Pete says, a little shocked. “Gramps, I'm going to take Pete out to show him the barn, but we’ll be back inside in a bit,” I tell him, and then turn back towards the door. “Okay, the horses are out back,” he says and I nod in understanding before heading out the door again. “Wanna go meet my horse?” I ask Pete as we step outside. “I would love to,” he responds as he wraps his arm around my waist, and we walk side by side out to the pasture where the horses are. “This is Shadow. He’s my horse, so to say,”  I say to Pete as I pet the horse that is standing in front of us. “He was never trained to ride because when they tried when I was young he bucked my grandma off and broke her finger. And she had to be life-flighted because she hit her head. So when it comes to riding we usually ride the paint, Dancer, or Coye. They’re the oldest two.” “Do you ride often?” “Um, no not really. We used to, or I used to, but Gramps has gotten older and so have the horses, so we don’t really ride anymore,” I tell him, and he nods in understanding. 〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️ “Pete,” I said as we lay in bed the night before we’re supposed to leave. “Yeah baby?” “Thank you.” “For what?” he asks me, confusion lacing his voice. “For loving me. For going against your roots and visiting my small country town with me. For treating my family like your own. For… I guess everything.” “There’s nothing I would rather do,” he says, and pulls me into a deep kiss.

The Ballad of Lions and Snakes

The Ballad of Lions and Snakes https://ift.tt/Nal7uMZ by definatelynotachildmurderer The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes but its a Dramione AU, this is the whole book. Words: 10064, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Hunger Games Trilogy - Suzanne Collins, Spice Girls, Stranger Things (TV 2016), The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes - Suzanne Collins Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: F/M Characters: Ron Weasley, Steve Harrington, Draco Malfoy, Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, Blaise Zabini, Millicent Bulstrode, Peter Pettigrew, Pansy Parkinson, Wayne Hopkins, Rita Skeeter, Hermione Granger, Henry Cavill, Jennifer Lawrence, crossover - Character, District 12 Citizens (Hunger Games) Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Primrose Everdeen/Gale Hawthorne, Pete Davidson/Ariana Grande Additional Tags: Enemies to Lovers, Lovers To Enemies, Presumed Dead, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, clitoris cuddling, Jokes about cannibalism, HUnger Gmaes AU, Alternate Universe - Hunger Games Setting, Song: The Light Behind Your Eyes (My Chemical Romance), Sad Ending, Angst, Smut, Rough Kissing, biblically inaccurate, Chronic Illness, Child Abuse, Drug Addiction, Poverty, Starvation, Corruption, Slow Burn, references to dog fighting, Blood and Violence, Implied Mpreg, Canon Compliant, Everyone Has Issues, Angel of Death Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Facebook: Dramione Fanfiction Writers, Found Family, Rabies, Cross-Posted on Wattpad, WARNING: RED HEADS, POVO, Verbal Abuse, No Happy Ending Fest, Mention of Jedis via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/bKEe6FG November 14, 2023 at 01:28AM

wanted - part thirteen

Colson x Original Female Character x Pete

The moment you've all been waiting for...the threesome. Enjoy!

Warnings: Smut (18+), swearing, very brief mentions of alcohol

Colson groans softly and nods, adjusting himself in his pants. Then, he walks over to the armchair and settles into it. “I want to watch,” he breathes, and I nod, looking at Pete. 

I can’t believe this is real. Colson wants me and Pete to do this. How did I get this lucky? Maybe Pete can fuck me tonight and it’ll be out of my system.

Pete is across the room in seconds, warm hands curling around my waist as he looks me up and down. “God, you’re so sexy,” he sighs, shaking his head a little. “The things I want to do to you tonight…”

“Better get started,” I murmur teasingly, and Colson chuckles from where he sits. I wink at him and then tug Pete’s t-shirt over his head, letting my hands slide down his warm chest after dropping it to the floor. Pete tucks his lip between his teeth as he looks at me, and then he bends, scooping me effortlessly into his arms. 

He lays me out on the bed and brings a hand slowly up my leg, admiring my stockings. “I want these to stay on,” he says gruffly, snapping the top of one stocking. I bite my lip and nod, watching his face. He hauls my hips to the end of the bed and drops to his knees. “Been wanting to taste this pussy since I met you,” he mutters, lifting my leg over his shoulder. Holy shit. Sweet, goofy Pete has a totally different side to him. I like it.

I catch Colson’s eye across the room and he winks at me, taking this moment to unbutton and unzip his pants. I don’t know what to focus on: Colson about to touch himself or Pete about to eat me out. But Pete demands my attention when his thumb presses to my clit over my panties. I whimper, arching my back slightly into the feeling. He’s teasing me, slowly rubbing up and down, and my thighs flex desperately.

“Pete, please, more,” I gasp. “Pete-”

Pete brings his face even with my pussy and as he draws my panties aside, the flat of his tongue finds me and I gasp, throwing my head back. My hips twitch and roll up against his mouth, seeking more and more and more. I push a hand into his soft, brown locks, tightening my fingers around a chunk of hair to keep him right where he is. 

“O-oh fuck, Pete,” I moan, biting my lip. I meet Colson’s eyes. His lips are slightly parted and he’s palming his clothed cock with one big hand.

“How’s it feel?” he rasps.

“S-so good, ah, Pete p-please!” I answer. I beg and squirm and cry out and arch against Pete’s tongue, unable to fathom how something could feel this good. 

“Good girl,” Colson moans as he watches me writhe. “Want you to come all over his tongue. You can do it, baby, come on,” he urges.

I jerk against Pete’s face, and holy shit, I’m close. So close. I’ve never been this close this quickly before. My heart pounds in my ears and my skin prickles and my pussy throbs against Pete’s incredible mouth. “F-fuck, I’m coming-” I gasp out, hunching over Pete’s head as my orgasm hits me like a fucking train. 

I’m shaking so hard as I come down that I almost feel faint. My skin tingles and I pant shakily, chest heaving. “Holy shit,” I breathe, putting a hand to my chest, feeling my heart racing. 

Pete stands, smirking, and wipes off his mouth. “That’s only the beginning, sweetheart,” he tells me, and fuck. I just came and I’m already ready for more. 

“Col,” I say, looking over at my boyfriend. “Please. Come here?”

Colson grins and gets up, letting his pants fall to the floor. He steps out of them, now only wearing boxers, having shed his shirt a while ago. 

He stops in front of me and turns to face Pete. “It’s only fair I get a taste, too,” he says, and then, my eyes are huge because Colson is kissing Pete. And not just a peck. Tongue, teeth, moans and all. Pete’s hand is in Colson’s hair and Colson presses his body to Pete’s and holy shit, I could almost come just from watching them. 

Colson breaks away and gives Pete’s hair a little tug. “Mm, she tastes so good,” he murmurs.

“Sure does,” Pete says with a smirk, and then they both look at me, finding me wide-eyed and speechless.

Colson chuckles. “What, you thought you were the only one getting to fuck around with Pete?”

“H-have you done this before?” I ask, gesturing to the two of them.

“Several times,” Pete smirks. “It just works.”

“Um, I should fucking say,” I marvel, and they laugh. Then, Colson gets onto the bed and pulls me into his lap so I’m facing Pete. He kisses my neck and I moan, tilting my head to the side. Big hands tug down the cups of my bra, allowing my breasts to spill out, and Pete sheds his sweats before climbing onto the bed. He grips one of my breasts and bends to take my hardened nipple into his mouth. Another moan wrenches from my throat as my head falls back onto Colson’s shoulder. 

“Baby,” I say, reaching back to grip onto Colson’s hair.

“Hm?” he replies, lips still traversing my neck and shoulder.

“C-can I suck you off while Pete fucks me?” I ask, cheeks reddening at the request. I may not be very experienced, but I know what I want.

Colson groans. “Fuck yeah, baby,” he says. Pete backs away and I get to my feet. Colson takes off my panties and then his own boxer briefs. I bite my lip at the sight of his cock. I listen to Pete rustling around behind me and then hear the distinct sound of a condom wrapper. I gasp when Pete pushes me so I fold in half, and I arch my back for him.

Pete chuckles lowly. “God, Alex, you know what you’re doing.” 

I blush and take Colson’s dick slowly into my mouth, teasing at first, and my boyfriend moans breathily, head falling back slightly. “Y-yeah, that’s good, Alex,” he groans. Behind me, I can feel the head of Pete’s cock at my entrance, and I arch my back deeper, eager to take him. When he finally pushes inside, I moan around Colson’s cock. 

“Oh fuck,” Pete moans, curling his hands around my hips as he slowly starts to move. “You’re so goddamn tight.”

“Mm, fuck yeah she is,” Colson moans, blissed out with his cock in my mouth. He guides my head a little and I moan around him, suddenly taking him deep. He lets out a choked moan and pulls my hair lightly. The boys say something to each other, and then their hands are no longer on me at all. I’m confused until I hear their hands slap. I have to pull off Colson and laugh. They’re fucking Eiffel-Towering me. I shake my head. Colson smirks down at me and then guides his cock back into my mouth. 

Soon, my rhythm syncs with Pete’s, and as he fucks me, I bob my head on Colson. All three of us are moaning, and the room is hot and everything about this is perfect. My eyes roll back in my head as Pete hits a particularly deep spot inside me, and I have to pull off Colson for a second to pant. 

Colson cups my chin and brushes his thumb over my bottom lip. “What’s the matter, baby, feels too good?” he asks, and I nod, feeling drunk with pleasure. He smirks and lifts my shoulders so I’m standing, back to Pete’s chest. We adjust to the height difference, me going onto my toes while Pete spreads his legs more, and Pete holds me up with his hands on my breasts. The new angle makes me arch, my clit throbbing. 

“Colson, please, touch me,” I beg, reaching for his hand. He smirks and obliges, fingertips finding my swollen clit to rub tight circles into the sensitive spot. Goosebumps cover my skin and my lower stomach tightens as another orgasm builds. “Shit,” I gasp.

Pete moans. “Oh god, you close?” he grits, massaging my breasts. “Can feel you fuckin’ squeezing me.” All I can do is nod frantically, knees buckling slightly. A couple more thrusts and Pete hits me at the perfect angle. I gasp sharply and nearly collapse into Colson as I come, thighs shaking as they work together to prolong my orgasm. 

Pete’s thrusts slow to a stop and he pulls out, panting. Colson sits on the bed and I sit on his lap, panting hard. “Fuck,” I say, swallowing to gather my composure. 

Pete grins. “Kells, you guys, uh, you know, yet?” he asks.

Colson chuckles. “Not yet, man,” he says. 

“What?” I ask, confused. 

Colson smirks. “Anal,” he explains.

“O-oh,” I say, swallowing hard. “No. We haven’t.”

“Next time,” Pete says and my stomach squeezes with excitement. This is going to happen again?

“Next time,” Colson repeats. “Alright, you’ve gotten in two. Time for me to make my girl come.” I shiver with anticipation and Colson jerks his chin up. “Pete, sit in the chair. Alex, sit in his lap facing out.” Pete and I hurriedly follow his directions, but Pete pauses before I can sit.

“Been dying to take this off,” he says, reaching up to unhook my bra. I let it fall to the ground, leaving me in nothing but stockings, but I actually feel sexy. I’m not nervous or self-conscious for maybe the first time in my life, and it makes me smile.

“What are you smiling about?” Colson asks, wrapping me in his arms and rocking me a little. 

I bury my face into his chest. “Just happy,” I mumble. 

Colson kisses the top of my head. “Good,” he murmurs. Then, he sits me in Pete’s lap and drops to his knees. “Alex, have you ever squirted before?” he asks.

I shake my head no, biting my lip as I settle into Pete’s lap. “No.”

Colson spreads my thighs and Pete shifts so I can get comfortable. “Well, you’re about to,” he says cockily.

“How can you be so sure?” I challenge.

“He’s got a track record,” Pete says simply. 

I blink. “Damn. Okay.” 

Colson chuckles and slips his hand between my legs. He admires my pussy as he rubs slowly at my clit, watching as I start to squirm. Once my breathing deepens, Colson slides two long fingers inside of me and curves them. I’m sensitive from my previous orgasms and I clench around him, shuddering. “Fuck,” I say quietly.

It’s then that Pete’s fingers begin to trace the curves of my breasts and my nipples. I arch my back into his touch and moan softly, encouragingly. Colson slowly starts to beckon his fingers and I moan again, shameless. My legs spread even further as I completely give into the pleasure of two men completely focused on me. 

Colson’s other hand joins the mix to rub my clit and I squirm, clenching around his fingers again. “Col-” I whimper, squirming in Pete’s lap, which makes Pete moan, too. 

Colson just smirks at me, and goddamn, he’s so fucking sexy. He looks wicked as his fingers speed up, and soon enough, he’s fucking me with his fingers so quickly that I go silent with shock, unsure of how someone’s fingers could move that fast. The pleasure sharpens and my eyes widen. “Colson-” I gasp. Fuck. I’m all of a sudden desperate to pee. I begin to panic. 

“It’s normal,” Colson mutters, flicking his eyes up to mine. A light sheen of sweat glistens on his forehead and god, he looks so sexy. “Relax.”

I whimper helplessly, not knowing how he could possibly know what I’m feeling is normal, but then, I’m gasping, hips jerking as I come, gushing into his hand. “Fuck fuck fuck,” I chant, writhing, but it’s pleasure like I’ve never felt. My head spins when Colson’s hand pulls back. He admires the puddle in his hand and smirks at Pete. 

“Told you he had a track record,” Pete murmurs, kissing my shoulder. Then, he’s lifting my hips and sitting me down on his cock. I whine in sensitivity, but I can’t deny that I still want this. Pete grips my hips and starts to buck up into me quickly. He unwinds fast, moaning as his hips jerk. “Oh fuck, I’m close,” he gasps. I start to bounce on him, pushing him closer and closer until he comes with a cry. 

Colson pulls me from Pete’s lap and immediately into his on the bed, easing his cock inside of me. I whimper and let my head fall back as I tighten around him. “Come on, baby, almost done,” Colson murmurs. “You’re doing so good for us, you’re so sexy.”

I bite my lip and focus on Colson’s pleasure. Both of the boys are so worked up that before long, Colson is making sounds I’ve never heard from him before. He actually whimpers when I hold his shoulders and begin to roll my hips hard, wanting to make him come. “Alex, fuck,” he rasps. “I’m gonna come, baby.” He looks up at me almost desperately and I kiss him hard, close myself.

He gasps into my mouth, holding my body tight to his as his hips jerk up into me as he fills me with his cum. His orgasm triggers mine and I gasp and jerk against him, coming so hard it almost hurts. Big hands grip my ass firmly as Colson rides his out, and then he collapses beneath me, resting his head on my shoulder. “Jesus. Fucking. Christ,” he pants. Carefully, I climb off his lap on wobbly legs. Pete is in the chair, splayed out and panting still from his own orgasm. Pleased, I smirk as I walk into the bathroom to clean up.

When I return, Colson tosses me a t-shirt and a clean pair of boxer briefs which I gratefully put on. Then, he beckons for me to get into bed with him. Pete is already in bed, smiling sleepily at me. I smile, too, and snuggle up to him. Colson climbs in beside me and then two warm, tall men are snuggling me. It’s too good to be true. As I drift off quickly, I realize that this is the best birthday I’ve ever had.

NO i was not reading pete davidson fanfiction what are u TALKING ABOUT

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

masterlist (one, two)

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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