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Playinwitme* - Pete Davidson

Requested by so many anons: 

could you pls pls pls write more pete smut!!! your writing is to die for💓

Hey, can you please do another smut with Pete? 🥺 thank you, I really love your writing!

Can you please do full smut with pete davidson 😫 pleaseeee 

Summary: There’s plot if you squint, but it just a whole lot of smut

Warnings: Smut, sex, fingering, female reader

A/N: Yes its named after the Kehlani song bc I’m very shit at naming fics  Word Count: 805

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Kisses* - Pete Davidson

Requested by Anon: Yaaay! So like, could you write something with Pete where he eats you out shamelessly? Thanks xx

Warnings: Smut with very limited plot. Female receiving oral, fingering

Word Count: 409

His hands travelled your body, quickly unhooking your bra. He was doing a very good job at making you forget. After having a bad day, Pete was more than happy to please you.

“Got to make my girl feel better?”

Intoxicated by his kiss, all you could do was hum a yes in response.

“Need me to make you feel good?”

Whispers of sweet nothings in your ear put you completely at his mercy. Plump lips running over your neck, marking you as they travelled down to your hips. But you yearned for more, and he could tell from the way you squirmed. 

Your underwear was thrown off in an instant. Spreading your legs apart with ease, his tongue swiped up your slit, making you moan. Applying pressure in all the right ways with your legs hooked around him.

Occasionally Pete’s eyes flickered up and he would watch you for a spell. Enjoying gasps that left your mouth as while his fingers pumped in and out of your folds.

He devoured you. Toying with every inch, fuelling the hunger in your eyes. Sucking on your clit, the hand on your hip pulling you even closer to his gorgeous mouth. His tongue exploring your now throbbing pussy, the sound of your moans making him abandon any sort of pace. The warmth in your stomach grew, you were getting closer.

Amidst the pleasure, your hands found his hair, firmly grasping at his long curls. That was the main reason you liked his hair like that. Begging him not to cut it for times like this. Moments when you could barely think, feeling pure bliss and nothing else.

Your breath hitched in your throat as you finally let go. A mess of words you could barely decipher fell from your mouth. The high was immense. An imagined weight lifting off of your chest. Stresses replaced with euphoria. Vision blurred, you lay there- head against the pillow, mind completely clear.

A few seconds later, everything came back into focus. Once more that beautiful face came into view, juices still dripping from his chin.  Pete’s body hovering perfectly above you.

Staring lovingly into brown eyes, utterly enamoured with your man. Cradling his face in your hands, you planted a forceful kiss on his lips. You could taste yourself on him, smiling as you broke apart.

“You feel good now?”

Pete smirked at you. Nodding, you trailed kisses along his jaw as a thank you.

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Long Days

Pete comes home after a long day at work and just wants to cuddle

Request: “heyy i love your pete writing!!!! could you write some domestic or boyfriend pete pls 🥺 hes always talking about how much he loves his partner when hes in a relationship its so soft”

Pete Davidson x Reader

Word Count: 1671

You yawned, looking down at the time on your laptop and realizing it was well past 3 am, Pete’s usual arrival time. You frowned, checking your phone to see if he had texted you that rehearsals were running late.

And just as your fingers touched the plastic phone case, the door to Pete’s apartment-basement opened, revealing the man himself. He looked exhausted, even for himself. The bags under his eyes sunk deeper than usual and his slouch was worse than ever.

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Bad At Love

Pairing: Pete Davidson x Reader

Warnings/tags: smut, almost getting caught, awkward situations, kink shamming if you squint

A/N: This is my first time writing Pete but I think I nailed his personality and humor, let me know what you think . This is 100% based on a dream I had exactly like this.

With over a dozen failed relationships between the two of you, you and Pete both swore you were gonna take things slow— do things the right way: get to know each other, meet each other’s parents ect., before jumping into bed together. So you have to admit you questioned his motives when he invited you over for dinner with his mom after only a few weeks of dating.

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“So, you really want me to meet your mom this early, or you just wanna fuck?” You question with a laugh, half- joking while in the car on the way to their Staten Island home for the first time.”

“Well.. I mean of course I wanna fuck,” Pete deadpans in his typical humor, “but no, seriously, I really want you to meet my mom, I think she’d really like you a lot,” he smiles, placing a hand on your knee as he drives. “Besides .. like, we can still wait or whatever. I dunno— I just don’t wanna fuck this up this time. I suck at relationships, I’m bad at love like Halsey,” he jokes.

You can’t help but crack a laugh at his pun. “You don’t suck at relationships,” you smack his arm playfully. “Everything happens for a reason, you just haven’t met the right one yet.”

“Yes I do— like, a lot! I very much suck at relationships” he stifles a self deprecating laugh. “but .. uh … yeah— I’m hoping maybe this time I have,” he smiles at you.

“I hope so too,” you smile back, lacing your fingers with his where they still rest on your knee.

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“Hey, Ma?!” Pete calls out when he enters the house with you. “Oh she left a note: ‘Ran to the store, forgot an ingredient, be back in time to make dinner. Love mom’.”

“Aww that’s sweet, you’re a mamas boy huh?”

“Yeah pretty much,” he blushes. “Guess I really didn’t have much of a choice after my dad died,” he states mater- of -factly.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, yeah.. I didn’t mean— yeah I heard about that” You apologize awkwardly, your momma's boy comment seeming insensitive now.

“Relax, I’m messing with you ” he nudges you with his elbow. “It’s fine, - I’m fine— a dead dad makes for good jokes.”

You can’t understand how he can joke about something so serious, but you know his humour is his way of coping, so you don’t question it, and opt to change the subject instead.

“So where’s your room?”

“Uhhmm.. in the basement.”

“You live in your mom's basement?” You ask, trying not to sound judgmental, but failing miserably.

“Yeah, I'm a loser—“ he pauses, gauging your reaction. “Kidding!” He continues. “I don’t usually tell people this cuz I don’t like I brag .. it’s .. I dunno it’s weird, but I actually bought this house for my mom.”

“Aww that’s sweet. I wasn’t judging anyways.”

“Sure ya weren’t.” He gives you a knowing look and a laugh.

“Ok, maybe a little.” You admit. “but this is different—adorable— even. Gotta respect a man who takes good care of his mom,” you smile. “So, you gonna show me your room or what?”

“Ooh I- uhh I thought we could hang out up here, since we’re —“ he tugs on the hem of his shirt nervously “—since we’re umm waiting or whatever” he scratches the back of his neck as he takes a seat on the couch. “less temptation, I dunno … but I mean , if you want we can go down there.”

“Oh okay, yeah that’s a good idea, makes sense.” Just as you’re about to sit down next to him you notice a hilariously adorable baby picture behind him on the wall and practically climb onto his lap trying to get a better look. “Oh my god is that you!?” You laugh pointing to a picture of a baby in the sink, taking a bath, a pile of bubbles on their head.

“Oh Jesus,” he smacks his hand over his face, embarrassed. “Yeah… yeah that’s me.”

“Aww look at all these!” You shift in his lap as you scan the rest of the pictures behind him. “You were sooo cute!” You practically squeal.

“I was, wasn’t I? I don’t know what happened just kinda got uglier as I got older” he jokes.

“You did not!” You laugh, giving his shoulder a playful shove. “You’re still a cutie.” You smile, placing a chaste kiss on his lips.

“Yeah? he blushes. “Well uhh.. you’re pretty cute yourself.” He kisses you back.

Without thinking your hands cup his face, and your lips part, deepening the kiss; an open invitation for his tongue. Your tastebuds greet it upon entrance, and it glides effortlessly against your own, slippery as silk— like if you're not careful you might just accidentally swallow it down like a piece of bubble gum.

Instinctively, Pete grips your waist and pulls you into him. His hands slide up under the back of your sweater, his fingertips sinking into your flesh like over-ripe fruit.

The second you feel him straining against his jeans, his bulge firmly pressed against your clothed clit, you know your silly waiting game is over: you’ve both lost.

Next thing you know, Pete’s lying on the couch, and you have his knees straddled, cock in hand, ready to take him into your mouth.

“Fuck! You’re huge!” You gasp in surprise.

“Y-yeah, you.. uhhh, didn’t know? I-I got the BDE and all that” Pete wisecracks through hitched breaths, making you smile as you lower your head.

With the tip of your tongue you eagerly follow along the prominent vein on the underside of his shaft like it’s a map leading to treasure, pausing only to tease around the circumference of the head before talking him into your mouth as far as you can.

“Ahh shit— so good,” Pete moans, threading his hands into your hair as you begin to set a pace, bobbing up and down his length, and hollowing your cheeks as you suck. You relax your throat, preparing to show off your best dick sucking skills, and slowly inch further down his cock until your nose is nestled firmly against the neatly trimmed dark patch of curls on his pelvis. “Oh-hh-fffuck” Pete’s voice trembles and hand tightens its grip in your hair as you purposely swallow around him, your throat pleasurably constricting along his length. “Shiiit, I think I love you!” He blurts out, causing you to stop dead in your tracks and pull him out of your mouth. It’s the first time he’s ever told you that and you're not sure if it’s dick talking or his heart, but the feeling is mutual.

“Did you really just—-“

“I’m sorry!” He huffs out of breath “but Plea-se, please don’t stop,” he begs. “Can we —“ he pauses in an attempt to steady his breathing “—talk about this later? I’m almost there.”

“You’re lucky I love you too,” you state before pressing a kiss to his lips, then dipping your head back down to finish the job when Pete interrupts you.

“Uuhh.. ummm.. is it safe to assume we’re not doing the whole umm ..waiting thing anymore?” He questions.

“ I’d say that’s a fair assumption,” you chuckle. “Why?”

“Ohh good, cuz I’d .. I’d really like to be inside you right now. You should ride me.”

“I think I can arrange that,” you smirk, stripping off your sweater and removing your panties from under your skirt, while Pete shoves his jeans and boxers further down his legs. “So much for not jumping into bed together,” you laugh, positioning yourself above him.

“I mean, technically this is a couch .. So I ..uh think we’re good,” he jokes, sitting up halfway to connect your lips.

He moans into your mouth as you slowly sink down on his length, a knee on either side of his thin frame. Careful not to hurt yourself with his size, you opt to roll your hips in waves and circles, in lieu of the standard up and and down movements, sparing your cervix the beating.

“Mmmm, You feel so good like this,” you whine breathlessly. “You like it like this?”

“Yeah— yeah keep doing the thing with your hips,” he grips them firmly; his hands going along for the ride, as you rotate them wildly in his lap. Your own hands are tucked away under the fabric of his shirt, palming his tattooed chest.

As orgasm nears, you shift your position. Sitting more upright, you arch your back and move your hands to the tops of Pete’s thighs behind you for balance. Pete takes the opportunity to do some of the work, thrusting up into you from below.

“Uhhmhmm, shit I’m so close!” He groans, sitting up and pulls you towards him by the small of your back.

“Fuck! … Me too! You huff against his lips before melting into a passionate kiss. Moans fill each others mouths as you both reach your peak in unison; your bodies colliding in a wet and audible rhythm as you ride it out together, before collapsing back down on the couch.

“FUCK— MOM!” Pete chokes out , out of breath.

“WHAT!?” You question, thinking Pete has some weird mommy kink you were not prepared for.

“My mom!” He points to the front door, the knob slowly turning. “Pretend your asleep! He grabs a large blanket off the back of the couch and covers you both, as you close your eyes.

“Aww, how sweet,” you hear his mothers voice say as she enters the house. She puts her grocery bag down and heads over toward the two of you. “Peter,” she says softly, rocking his shoulder.

“Mom?” He feins a yawn and stretches. “Sorry, we had a busy day, musta fell asleep.” Slowly and carefully Pete inches his boxers and pants back up under the shield of the blanket as he introduces you.

“Nice to meet you, Mrs. Davidson,” you sit up keeping the blanket up around your shoulders.

“Oh sweetheart, are you cold?… Peter you coulda turned up the heat for the poor girl! Excuse me,I’ll be right back.” His mother goes into the hallway to adjust the thermostat giving you just enough time to locate your sweater under covers and throw it on; your panties will have to wait until later, so you shove them in Pete’s pants pocket. “There ya go, should be warmer in no time” Mrs. Davidson states. “Oh what a pretty sweater!” She says, finally seeing you without the blanket. “but ooh it looks like you have a little something near the collar there. “Peter! Have you been drooling in your sleep again?” She scolds. “Let me go get a damp face cloth and clean that up for you.”

You and Pete lock eyes in a panic knowing damn well it’s not drool since you weren’t actually sleeping, and your sweater was under the covers.

Mrs. Davidson returns , a damp washcloth in hand. “Mom.. don’t .. I can ..I can do it, it’s fine,” Pete awkwardly tries to stop her.

“There ya go,” Pete’s mom ignores him, dabbing at the stain. “All set.”

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Dinner goes off without a hitch and you retreat to Pete’s room to let your stomachs settle before dessert.

“Well tonight was interesting.” You state being the first to talk about the elephant in the room. “But I meant what I said earlier ‘you’re lucky I love you.’” You smile, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. “So did you mean it too or was that just your dick talking?”

“I absolutely meant it. It uh … just turns out my romantic timing, is not quite as good as my comedic timing,” he kisses you to hide his blushing cheeks.

“Yeah you could say that,” you laugh.

“Hey, I tried to warn you,” he cracks a humorous smile. “I’m bad at love, remember?”

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

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

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

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Pete on Everybody's In LA

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Omg hii I’ve just seen your positing again wanted to say I loveeee your blog it’s one of my favourites

hiii thank you!! i miss yall lol life has been crazy

yk that meme about fic writers always going through hell and still trying to update the fic (like the girl who got arrested by the IDF)

the craziest shit starts happening, its the hazards of the job

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Pete on Everybody's In LA

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I saw a group of people walking in the park, and Pete Davidson and Macklemore were there, towards the front of the group.

Some guy next to me tried to get their attention and yelled, “Pete Davidson!” and got a wave, then yelled, “Mackle-less!” To this, Macklemore visibly deflated and kept walking.

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I love that John Mulaney was like "actually there is one rumor that really bothers me and I'm gonna set the record straight: Pete Davidson is a little freak but he has been nothing but supportive of my sobriety."

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This account is mostly dead and honestly idk how i feel about writing fic about real people like... morally but i had an excellent fic idea in my drafts so if i choose to write and release it mind. your. business.

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rereading benanigans and just...

You and Pete are friends with benefits. You'd decided that's all you'd be the first time you had sex, when he told you it would probably be best if it didn't go any further because he's mentally ill and he doesn't want to make his problems your problems. He knows he can be a unreliable sometimes, because sometimes to get better you have to be selfish, and being selfish didn't feel like a good trait for a boyfriend to have (kind of like TKOSI).

"That sounds lonely." you told him

The two of you had spent almost every day together since, just friends... and other stuff. You were both perfectly comfortable with the situation as you found yourself being non-committal at times, too. It seemed like the easiest way for no one to get hurt.

And one day you're hanging out, his friends are over, and its all laughs. Everyone is having a good time, but you're distracted. You've just got off a long day of work where all you could think about was Pete. Pete touching you, teasing you, talking in your ear, helping you relax.

But, of course, his friends were over. They always seemed to be. It wasn't necessarily that Pete wasn't paying any attention to you, because he definitely wasn't ignoring you, he just wasn't paying you the attention you wanted.

He sat on the couch, one leg bent up on the cushion next to him and the other flat on the ground as his torso faced down the length of the couch, laughing at a dick joke, his arm laid on the back of the couch, his hand absentmindedly rubbing the soft material. It was all completely inconspicuous, but after the day you had it was driving you all the more crazy.

You try not to stare at the sweatpants adorning his legs, or think about how good it would feel to wrap your arms around his waist and bury your face in his sweatshirt while he fucked you nice and slow, your hips lifting to meet his.

Pete's eyes drift from his friend over to you as he laughed, his hand coming up to block part of his smile. His eyes meet yours and when he realizes you're staring his gaze drops to floor, a soft blush covering his features.

"You want something to drink?" He asks, reaching down to grab his own cup before standing, a slew of uninvited drink orders following. You weren't sure if it was a playful dig at you being 'thirsty' (did people still say that?) but, it didn't matter much anyway, because you knew you would follow him to the kitchen for much more than a drink.

"I would've gotten you something, too." He turns his head as he walks, hearing your soft footsteps close behind.

"I know, I just miss you." you respond, turning into the kitchen, which offered little cover, the island bar and cabinets that hung directly above the only thing separating you from the former.

You stand behind him as he prepares everyone's drinks, your arms wrapped around and your head peaking out under his arm to watch as he worked. The island barely rose to Pete's naval, and any of the boys would've been able to see your arms clearly if they chose to look back, so you tried your best to slyly run your hand down his torso until your pinky met his waistband. It took a bit of wiggling, but your hand slid in, preparing to wrap around what you'd been waiting for all day when Pete grabbed you by the wrist, pulling your hand away.

Your gaze rose to his, a small pout on your face as he shifted away, hands filled with an array of drinks.

You wandered around the kitchen, looking for a snack to ease your newfound oral fixation, when your eyes fell on Pete in the other room. He was sat in your former chair, with a perfect view of his friends on the couch, and also the kitchen. Turning, you opened the freezer door, bending down to check if you had more of those ice pops you loved so much. Really, Pete didn't care for them, but he knew you did and so they were on the shopping list every time. It was one of the many sweet things about Pete, and you couldn't think of a better way to thank him than teasing him in front of all of his friends.

Tossing the sticky plastic wrapping into the trash, you leaned forward on the island in front of you, trying to get back into the conversation. Your lips wrapped around the cold tip, an innocent look on your face, trying your hardest look like you were paying attention to the story being told from the couch. You could see from the corner of your eye when Pete's attention fell on you, glancing quickly from where his friend was sat and up to you, before going back again.

Knowing you had his attention, you let the icepop slide further into your mouth and slowly back out again, licking your lips and holding it infront of your face, your gaze never meeting his, instead taking a faux interest in the sweet treat. You pretended to notice it begin to drip, letting your tongue out to lick at the base and back up before sucking it into your mouth once again.

Pete was well aware of what you were doing, and was almost embarrassed at how well it was working. Casually as he could, he slid a pillow that was resting on his lower back into his lap, a small insurance.

I have to go cook dinner booooo responsibilities

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back in my pete davidson era so ive been rereading some of my fic and I know the relationships i write arent healthy but i live for the drama if im honest. omg you've been dating for 5 months and your family doesnt even know his name? and he showed up unexpectedly and HAD to meet them?

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if anyone has any good longform billie eilish fics/stories (preferably friends to lovers) lmk

f/f or gender neutral pls

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i need somebody to ramble with 18+

here are my fandoms

ethan torchio, damiano david

dominic fike

jamie campbell bower/joseph quinn

evan peters

austin butler

sebastian sdv (being so vulnerable w this one)

julie and the phantoms/ charlie gillespie or owen joyner

booboo stewart

matthew gray gubler (esp spencer reid)

skyler gisondo

thomas doherty

leo howard

josh hutcherson/peeta mellark

tom blyth

avan jogia ( especially beck victorious)

devon bostick

and any of their characters (where applicable)

head canons, rambling, literally whatever

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pairings. william afton x fem!reader

content warnings. bladder control, mentions of piss but not extreme, slight sadism, squirting, edging, fingering, fluff and aftercare.

notes. so i made a post before saying that i may be into a little bladder control and wanted to try writing a drabble about it. there aren’t any extreme piss kink themes here such as piss drinking or watersports but pls dni if you’re not into this !!

thinking about william deciding when you get to use the bathroom since you’ve been a brat to him all morning. after 5 glasses of water consumed and it’s already afternoon, you needed to go badly.

william would constantly deny, secretly enjoying the sight of you whining and begging to him like a helpless girl. “no. you were being a brat earlier.” “you can hold it longer the more you keep whining.” after being denied toilet privileges, your over-full bladder kept intensifying and throbbing it started to feel good. once william discovered your secret, he’s having you squatting in front of him with your legs spread out, thrusting his fingers inside your cunt you couldn’t stop squirming and your legs were trembling. after crying out that you were gonna be a good girl from now on, he’ll let out his fingers and let you urinate a little, but then tell you to stop. you’re whining and moaning from how frustratingly good your piss pushing into the sensitive g-spot of your cunt felt. “aw. look at my little pissy princess. you like being humiliated like this?” the more he taunted, the more you kept whining and shaking from the urge to release again. and after william had his little fun with torturing you, he’ll slide his fingers back inside and allow you to make a mess of yourself for him. you’re practically gushing onto his fingers and all over the floor from the shattering orgasm and how sensitive your pussy reacted. and once you felt like you were in a daze from the sweet relief, william would take care of you by bringing you to the bedroom and showering you with his kisses, his love, and a sweet tummy massage to subdue the pain your bladder went through.