#Pete Davidson smut

[machinegunbun]

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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[triplexdoublex]

What The Cuck?

Parings: Pete x Reader / Colson x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Pete what the hell is —”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And umm.. uhh— what about you?”

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

***********

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

“A what?” Pete questions

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I did.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck, Colson— so good.” You cry out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck, Colson! Just give it to me!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[hollywoodxwhore]

wanted (part seventeen)

Colson x Original Female Character x Pete

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Colson nods.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Do you trust me?” he asks.

“Yes,” I answer easily.

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

“I’m sure.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Holy shit,” I say brokenly. 

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

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

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

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

“Are you sure? We-”

“Please!” I say desperately. 

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

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

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

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

So I do.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Shower time,” he says. 

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

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

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

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

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can you girlies recommend some spicy readings 🤭 preferably Elvis, Tom Hiddleston & Pete Davidson and I am indeed familiar with Pink Scarf

Thank you very much 🤭🩷

[laughingwithpetedavidson]

can you write something where pete walks in on the reader watching 🌽 please

Hell yeah! I'm feeling inspired!

[quite-graveyard78]

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

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

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

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

Something Gained.

Master list will be here

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MASTERLIST

hey babes x

masterlist for my multi fandom blog, and when i say multi fandom i mean literally anything !!

request in bio and i will deliver. i’m talking music, movies, tv shows, books, you name it i’m there

i’ll write anything within reason ( smut, fluff, angst, etc. )

fics with * will have smut

TEEN WOLF:

STILES STILINSKI -

‘FATAL ATTRACTION’ chapter masterlist

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES -

KLAUS MIKAELSON -

‘DON’T NEED SAVING’

EMINEM -

coming soon…

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MASTERLIST

🍋=smut 🍓=fluff 🥝=angst

Colson Baker/MGK

JXDN/Jaden Hossler

Pete Davidson

Vinnie Hacker

[zhenyasthings]

why does ice smell good

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𝖒𝖞 𝖋𝖆𝖛𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖎𝖘 𝖌𝖗𝖊𝖊𝖓

✧˖*°࿐ : 18+ only, no minors.    ✧. ┊ plug!ryusei shidou x f!reader

Genre: smut Notes: iiiiiii want him n need him desperately ♡ i made him icky, manipulative and dress like pete davidson warnings: 18+, (soft?)dom!shidou, sub!reader, dubcon, drug use (weed), blowbacks/shotgunning, reader has pubes!, ryusei has a gold tooth, virgin!reader, corruption kink, dumbification?, fingering, blowjob, head pushing ♡, male masturbation, use of nii-chan (not referring to ryusei), slight dacryphilia, shush!kink, praise, pet names, cum eating ♡, he calls your pussy 'her', slut used once. words: 7.1k

“No way am I coming over. Your big brother would kill me.”

Ryusei can’t stop himself from smirking when he can hear your attempt to conceal a whimper. And he just knows there’s a plump little pout on that pretty little face on the other end of the line.

He’s been dealing to your brother for years, they’re basically best friends if you subtract the client aspect from the equation. They smoke together, they’re always hanging out and Ryusei isn’t a stranger to the apartment you and your brother share.

“How did you even get my number anyway, darlin’? Reaaaal naughty of ya to be calling me like this. Gonna be in big trouble if I tell your nii-chan.” he tells you. And this time you hear the smirk behind his voice. He’s teasing you. He’s toying with you, but you still can’t stop yourself from becoming paralysed with fear.

“He gave me it for emergencies! Please don’t tell ‘im!” you sigh. “He’s on some weekend work trip because he’s tryna get a promotion. I’m just lonely…”

“Awe, and why is that my problem?” he asks, harshly. It takes you aback slightly though your determination doesn’t falter. You take a deep breath and try to formulate a response in your mind.

“You guys are always havin’ fun together… but you never let me join in. I wanna have fun with you too, Ryusei—”

“No.”

“But—”

“I said no.” he stands firm and shows no signs of backing down. He hears the little deflated exhale you release, and he licks his lips as he thinks. He doesn’t want you to be sad, but he knows fucking around with a client’s sister behind his back is a stupid fucking idea. “You’ll be alright on your own. Why don’t you invite one of your friends over.”

“W-Well… I just wanted to see you.” you tell him, honestly. “I— I wanted to try smoking with you.”

He chuckles when he hears that. It hasn’t been a discreet crush you’ve harboured since you saw him for the first time. You may have thought otherwise, but Ryusei has always known. He kisses his teeth and laughs again as he thinks about this tantalising proposition being thrown onto his lap.

“You’re really tryna get into trouble this weekend, huh? Do you always invite drug dealers over?” he wonders, knowing the answer already. He knows you’re a good girl who always does as her nii-chan says. But today you want to let your hair down. Today you can let your hair down because he isn’t here for the whole weekend. You can be a little naughty and reckless and have some fun for a change. “Are you that lonely, baby? Jus’ want some company?”

“… Y-Yes. ‘m lonely…” your lower lip wobbles as you think about being in the same apartment all by yourself for the next two days. You’re fine now, it’s only 12:30pm. But what about when it gets dark out? You’re a stupid girl who lets her mind run wild with the possibilities of ghosts and home invaders. You’ve seen one too many horror movies while your brother and Ryusei are high in the front room for no regard to your taste in genre. You hate horrors but you’ve seen so many thanks to them. And now your mind is racing. What if you got kidnapped or killed for the fun of it? “I don’t wanna be alone, Ryusei… ‘m so scared.”

He grits his teeth, resolve crumbling as he thinks about you all alone in the apartment he’s spent so many nights in. So many pointless nights where he could have been out making more money or fucking a multitude of girls who don’t hide their attraction for him. So, is he really about to sacrifice the same for you?

Lonely, frightened, you?

“Well, we can’t have that, can we? I’ll be there in twenty.”

Now that he’s here you’re not sure what you were thinking. You’ve never smoked before. You’ve not even had a sip of alcohol before! But you know drugs are Ryusei’s whole life right now. Selling, buying and occasionally consuming. He locks the door behind himself as he enters. He’s wearing a wide grin as he comes in and approaches you.

He thinks you’re just the sweetest little thing.

Your feet walk you backwards as he gets closer to you, lunging forward to grab you when you almost trip over your pink Kirby slippers that your brother got you for your most recent birthday.

“Clumsy girl.” he grins, gripping into the fat of your underarms. He leads you over to the couch and more or less throws you down onto it. He dumps his backpack on the coffee table. “What time does your brother come home, sweetheart?” he asks, not even looking your way as he takes out his belongings and spreads them out on the table.

“Uh—” you think, eyes squinting as you look up at the ceiling and try to act natural. “Monday… morning.” you tell him.

“Well, I’m sure he won’t mind if I keep you company ‘til he gets back, right?”

“R-Right…” you aren’t so sure about that, but you’re hardly going to disagree with him. Though in truth, he knows he’ll be furious. But the time he cared about your pathetic brother’s opinion has been and gone. What kind of man would he be if he left a poor defenceless thing like you all on your lonesome in such a sketchy part of town?

You watch him carefully as he pulls out a grinder, some papers, and a large baggie of weed and puts them all down on the table. Your mind wanders as he describes the effects to you, none of it is computing. And it gets even worse when he starts talking about different strains doing different things. As far as you were aware, weed was just… weed. You’d never heard about strains or effects. All of your knowledge comes from movies. Tripping, munchies, all of the cliché stuff.

He grins when he sees your dumb expression. Of course you’re not understanding anything he says. All you need to know is that you’ll be okay because he’s here to look after you. He’s here to take you through it.

You watch him as he grinds it up in a tall metallic grinder. And seeing him roll is like witchcraft to you. It’s not like it’s the first time, but it’s the first time you’ve seen it up close. Your nii-chan always exiles you to your bedroom when they’re rolling and smoking. You’re only allowed out once they’re high, though it’s never stopped you peaking from the crack of your door.

Your eyes widen in disbelief as he holds eye contact with you while he licks the paper. Suddenly you’re looking anywhere but in his direction. He’s revelling in it, making you so uncomfortable and shy. You really are sweet ‘n innocent, huh?

“Here.” he hands it to you, his voice earning your attention and you look into his pink eyes before they drop to the blunt in his hand. You look back at him, confused, and he finds himself adjusting the baggy shorts he’s wearing in hopes that you haven’t noticed the way his cock jumps when you tilt your head so stupidly. “What? This is what you wanted.” he speaks, his defensive tone surprising you.

“But… I don’t know what I’m doing. I’ve never smoked before…”

“Never? Not even a cigarette?” he asks.

“Nothing… never smoked or had a drink or even been to a party. Nii-chan is too protective.” you pout. He wants to fucking ruin you. You’re so fucking cute and stupid he thinks he might cum in his underwear just from hearing you speak. You’re so obedient and it makes you so fucking stupid. As if you aren’t a grown woman who could get her own apartment and do whatever she wants. “Will you show me?” you speak, cutting through his thoughts.

He nods, effortlessly. He lounges back into the couch, legs spread wide as he lets the blunt balance between his lips. It’s lit instantly, and you can’t believe what a pro he is. He’s got one of those stupid lighters. The ones with the metal bit you have to spin with your thumb rather than one of the plastic ones you just push down. You can never use them. Your brother always lends them to you when you want to light a candle, but he always ends up lighting them for you.

“Get me somethin’ to use as an ashtray.” he tells you, it’s a rude demand rather than a request. But his lack of manners doesn’t stop you from immediately jumping to your feet and rushing over to the kitchen sink. You just washed your brother’s ashtray this morning. You smile happily as you hand it to him, clearly willing to do anything he asks whether he’s polite about it or not.

He takes a few more drags and flicks the ash every so often. And when he’s halfway through, he looks at you, expectantly.

“Your turn.” he tries to hand it to you again. You take it, and you flinch as he also forces the lighter into your palm. “You didn’t invite me over just to watch me smoke, did you? What, are you trying to take advantage of me?” he laughs, running his tongue along his top row of teeth. His golden canine twinkles at you, halting you from speaking for longer than you’d intended.

“It’s not like that! I just— I’m nervous, and I hate these lighters.” you explain. You stiffen as he rolls his eyes and adjusts his body, angling it to face you. His stare is harsh, bordering on agitated. It’s only fair, you think. He hadn’t planned on spending his day babysitting you or showing you how to do something so simple. “’m sorry.” you speak, it’s so quiet he almost doesn’t hear it. Almost.

“Open up.” he commands. You’re confused at first, and before you know it his rough thumb is tugging at the fat flesh of your lower lip. “I said: open up.”

You clear your throat and angle your body in a similar way to him. Although you’re nowhere near as tall or intimidating as him. You’re like a sullen little dormouse, respecting the orders of your master. Your lips part ever so slightly as he places the blunt between them. Your lips close around it, keeping it perched firmly between them. He can see lip gloss residue smearing on the paper; his depraved mind is going into overdrive. His lewd thoughts encompassing him, he needs to break free and focus on you before you start to ask more silly questions.

He tucks your hair behind your ears and away from your face. A brief thought crosses his mind of how embarrassing it would be to get caught by your brother because he singed your fucking hair.

“Don’t just suck it, yeah? Breathe it. You wanna feel it go in your chest, alright?” he asks you, it sounds like a reminder. Like he’d already told you this and he’s making sure you are listening this time. It’s hard not to when all you can focus on is him. How he’s staring at you. How he smells like cheap aftershave and weed. The smell of weed is revolting, truth be told, you aren’t sure how you’re going to be able to inhale it without gagging.

He flicks the lighter a few times and keeps an eye on your expressions and your breathing to make sure you’re doing it right. You look terrified.

And he likes it.

Your eyes get wider and wider the more you inhale, and he’s worried they might pop out of that pretty head of yours. You suck and you breathe in as much of the earthy smoke as you can until it embraced your lungs like an invader claiming its new home. He can’t hide his laughter when you begin to choke, realising you are the good girl you’re claiming to be and absolutely have never smoked anything in your life.

“Everything hurts.” you tell him, still coughing and sputtering out lingering smoke as your eyes water. “It tastes like shit…” you continue, covering your mouth as you can’t stop yourself from choking anymore. He gets up, handing the ashtray to you to balance the blunt in and he flees the scene of the crime without a word. He returns a few moments later with a glass of water, he even added in a few ice cubes for you.

“Think you’re all grown up because you’ve had your first puff?” he wonders, “Never heard you swear before, darlin’.” he finishes as he hands the glass to you.

“I swear… I’m allowed to swear, Ryu.” you answer defiantly.

Cute, he thinks. You really are trying to sound all big and bad for him. But he’s never going to take you seriously after that little display, you’re just a little girl trying to act tough. A cute girl trying to be the cool girl.

But you both know you’re far from cool. A cool girl wouldn’t care so much about pleasing her brother and being a good girl for him. A cool girl would do whatever she wants without fear of the consequences.

At least you’re trying, he thinks.

You glug and you glug until you soothe the suffocating dryness in your chest. He’s transfixed on a droplet of water clinging to the corner of your mouth, unable to tear his gaze as it begins to run down your face. And he can’t think of a cuter sight than you still trying to be the cool girl, wiping it away with the back of your hand before he can notice despite it being much too late for that.

“C-Can I do some more?” you ask him, big wet eyes blinking at him as you hope he’s still willing to guide you.

“Think you can handle it?” he asks. “Get some more water.” he commands, not even letting you answer first. It’s probably the right call, though, you’re hardly going to be accustomed to the feeling of smoke contaminating your insides after one heavy inhale.

You follow his pathing from moments before, getting yourself some water and fresh ice cubes before returning and facing him again. You drink so much; he grabs your wrist and moves the glass away from your lips before you down the whole thing.

He lets out a heavy breath as he holds the blunt and sees how your lips immediately part for him this time without being asked. Fast learner. His thumb pulls at the metal wheel twice, each time it sounds make your eyes flicker further open.

“Breeeathe.” he demands, and you obey. You take it waaaay better this time, holding it for longer after he pulls the lighter away and takes the blunt from your lips. “That’s it, atta girl.” he smiles as you slowly exhale, only coughing a little bit. Your little hands are immediately reaching for the glass of water you set down moments before.

“I feel…” you try and think, eyes darting around the room in search of the right words to use. Your eyes close without your permission, humming happily as you embrace the feeling, a cheery smile visible on your face. “Weird…” you giggle, deeming it the only appropriate word that springs to mind.

“Is that right, baby? Feelin’ weird?”

“Mhmm.” you sigh, dreamily, letting the feeling consume you wholly. You want to melt into the couch beneath your thighs; and you involuntarily begin to lean back into the plush leather before Ryusei stops you. “My eyes are hurting, Ryusei…”

“Mm, I’ll bet. They’re all bloodshot, princess. Think you’re high.” he smirks.

“Wan’ some more.” you tell him, reaching to take the blunt from his hold. He moves his hand away. The fat, brown joint just out of your tired reach. And fuck he can’t stop his cock from twitching when you don that pout. That pretty little pout that you can’t stop yourself from displaying any time you’re disheartened. “P—lea, p-please…” your lower lip juts out further.

“C’mere.” he instructs you, his empty hand patting at his adjacent thigh. He sees the hesitation in your eyes. The little protest lodged in your throat as you think what a bad idea this could be. Why does he want you to sit on his lap? Your heart is racing with possibilities. Is he going to try and kiss you? Or is it simply an easier position for him to help you smoke? “Move, baby, now.” his voice is firm, almost scary. Your movements are slow, but you find yourself moving on his order regardless.

You go to him, but he stops you as you try and sit nicely in his lap. It isn’t quite what he had in mind. He doesn’t want to baby you like the princess you want to be for him. You’re like a ragdoll as he positions you, limbs loose beneath his touch until you realise you’re straddling him. His legs are spread wide, relaxed, and you’re hovering above him a little.

“Open your mouth f’me.” you’re like a robot, complying with each and every command he issues without hesitation.

You’re too good, too perfect. And Ryusei Shidou is quite the opposite; he’ll ruin you if you aren’t careful.

But right now, you couldn’t care less.

Your dewy lips part, wider than they had earlier until Ryusei seems satisfied. He’s relieved you’re only hovering over him, or you’d have definitely felt the way his dick twitched at the sight of your pudgy lips widening for him.

He relaxes, fully, his own eyes becoming more bloodshot as the minutes go by. Weed doesn’t affect him like it used to, not in the way it’s affecting you. But he’s calm. All of his thoughts are collected, and he feels at peace. It’s probably the reason he’s being so brazen and not giving a second thought to the consequences of being with you anymore.

While you’re waiting for his vision to be realised, while you’re waiting for the reason as to why he wants you in this position with your lips spread, he lights up the blunt once again. You watch him through a heavy-lidded stare as he takes a hefty inhale.

You sense him planning something, the cogs whirring sinfully in his mind as he looks between your eyes and your lips as he inhales the smoke deeper and deeper into his lungs. He rests his arm over the rest of the couch, harbouring zero consideration for the potential ash staining the cream carpet below.

He tries to close the distance between your bodies, and you instinctively jolt away from him, your lips clamping shut just as quickly. As much as he wants to smile, to laugh, his lips remain neutral and sealed. His empty hand holds the small of your back. His fingers drift, trailing up the column of your spine. He flattens his palm between your shoulder blades, pushing your face and body closer to his. His right hand remains between your shoulder blades, the other coming around to tug your viscid lower lip until your mouth is ajar. He leans in, closer. The closest he’s ever been to you in the entire time you’ve known him.

He's going to kiss you.

Your heart is thumping, the intense beating, hammering your heart through blood, muscle tissue and flesh. Your eyes close instinctively, and at that, he does smirk.

His eyes alternate between yours, and your gloss covered lips. And then his are ghosting yours, not close enough to touch but not far enough for you to not feel their presence. His gaze becomes heavy, lustful as he observes you. He’s fixated on how you react as he blows the smoke from his lungs into yours.

Your eyes widen as you realise he isn’t kissing you, but your mind is hazy as you realise what he is doing. His lungs shrink as he empties them, but he doesn’t move. He smiles, though, and you fucking feel it. He’s waiting patiently to see just how desperate you are for him to kiss you.

Your breathing is intense. He can hear each breath you take through your nose as you try and compose yourself. You try and calm down and hide your burning shame from him. He knew what you’d assume and chose not to correct you. Just to see you squirm.

But you want to kiss him.

You want him to kiss you.

He chuckles lightly when he sees a nervous little gulp plummet down your throat, he’s sure if he blinked he would have missed it. He wonders if your eyes always vibrate so intensely when you’re nervous.

“Did you like that?” he whispers, his lips still inching away from yours. You feel each and every breath it takes for him to speak that sentence.

“Yeah…”

“Yeah?”

“Mm… mhmm…” you nod, eagerly and yet somehow still awkwardly. “D— Can you do it again?” you whisper. It’s so meek and downright precious he can feel pre fucking ooze out of his tip.

He adjusts his position, nodding, his lips almost catching yours but not quite before he pulls away to smoke some more. Your lips part beautifully and he’s smiling sinisterly yet again. His hand travels from your back to hold the crown of your head, you can’t back away this time, not that you’d want to. He’s keeping you in place as he slowly begins to puff smoke past your desperate lips.

You moan, involuntarily, as you feel your mind cloud and your body grow wearier. But still, you can’t get enough. You can’t fully satiate your desires of intoxication. Not with drugs. Not with attention. Not with touch. You need him. More of him.

“Baby?” you hear him mumble, his lips clumsily toying with yours as he refuses to fully close the gap between them. “I think ya wanna kiss me.”

You squeak, almost, a high pitch whine sounding through your nose as the uncomfortable statement surges through you. Were you so pitifully obvious the whole time? You lean in closer, attempting to close the separation between you. But he pulls away, ever the tease, and he can’t help but relish the whimper that claws its way up your throat.

“You ever even kissed anyone?” he asks, closing the gap once again. “Y’know, since you’re such a good girl.”

You feel the tips of your ears and face begin to sear with heat, embarrassment flooding through your blood. You nod, defiantly, doing all you can to assure him you’re not the big loser he seems to think you are.

“I have… ‘ve had boyfriends before… Ryu…” you tell him, though it’s still a little humiliating.

“So,” he starts, his hand holds your hip as he adjusts himself slightly. Thumb stroking your side calmly, despite his cock driving ever so gently into your core as he moves. Not hard enough to set off alarm bells, but just enough to leave a lasting impression. He bites lip and releases it just as fast as his eyes rake over you, and you feel so small under his stare, despite him being the one looking up at you. His fingers weave and comb through your hair until he gets a tight enough grip. Your noses are touching before he tilts his head, your lips barely lingering on one another’s as you each fight against fully committing. “If I kiss you right now, it’s gonna be worth my time?” he whispers.

In truth, it’s been a while since you kissed anyone. You haven’t had a boyfriend since high school and that seems like a lifetime ago now. But you don’t want to go another second without feeling his lips fully pressed against yours. So, you nod. It’s weak and unconvincing, but you nod anyway.

It’s enough for him. In truth, he wouldn’t have cared if you’d never been kissed before. He’d be more than happy to teach you, though he’s sure he’ll teach you plenty anyway. He’s going to turn you into a masterpiece; one that has been created only for him to enjoy.

His lips slot against yours and it’s like an explosion. You’ve been fucking starved for him, and you can barely remember to breathe as it intensifies. Suctioning sounds repeat as you kiss without stopping. Neither of you remember to come up for air until you’re gasping.

Your lips part divinely as his tongue pushes past them and it’s so rapturous as your little wet muscle meets his. He groans, loudly, as he licks and swipes all while you’re moaning pathetically into his mouth. He bets your soaked, he’s rock hard and leaking like a virgin getting his first hand job after all.

“Stick out your tongue.” he tells you, and like always, you do as you’re told. He licks at it, swirls his own tongue around it. He sucks it until he’s heady with lust.

His body collapses against the back of the couch, and like the perfect pet you follow him. You can’t stop making out with him now. You can’t possibly get enough. You doubt it would even be enough to crawl inside his skin and live out the rest of your days there.

You’re addicted to him.

He pushes your body down so that your crotch is fully pressed into his. The feeling of his throbbing cock almost entirely against your panty-clad mound is a surprise to say the least, you hadn’t expected it and your surprised expression gives you away instantly. But he doesn’t comment right away, instead, he grinds his crotch against yours as you carry on kissing. Your breath fans across his face, you’re delirious from the sensation of him being against you like this, you’ve never known anything quite like it.

“Feel what you’re doin’ to me?” he chuckles, parting away from you enough to look up at you again and lick his lips. But you chase him, you think you might stop breathing if you deny yourself of him. Your tongue pushes past the seam of his lips, and of course he doesn’t object. He feels your little wet muscle searching for something, and he can’t contain the amused scoff when he realises you were tracking down his gold tooth, the tip of your tongue licking it from behind all of the way to the front until you reach his gums. “Fuck… you’re filthy.” he informs you before kissing you again.

You giggle before he yanks at your hair. Flirtatious laughter being forced into a tantalising gasp, your head angled so that you’re looking up at the ceiling above. The column of your neck is almost enough to make him cum. It’s so fucking bare. So pure and untainted. He wants nothing more than to sink his teeth into you. To cover you in hickeys and bite marks so that everyone knows what he fucking did to you.

But he knows, deep down, it isn’t worth it. It isn’t worth the questions and the bullshit and the drama. Not this time, anyway. Instead, he leaves gentle kisses and soft suckles against your skin. His tongue leaves fat, wet stripes over your throat and pulse point, hot breath fanning over them between kisses. You’re keening for him as his lips begin to ascend. You’re shuddering against him as he breathes heavily, deliciously, into your ear. His hand drifts to squeeze your tit over your crop top as he continues to breathe thickly into your ear canal. The intensity forcing your skin to break out in goosebumps.

You mewl, and it’s a fucking siren song as he sucks on your earlobe. He drives his covered cock up into you as he takes the cartilage between his teeth, alternating between that and sucking like he’s trying to get milk from nipple.

“Does anyone else know what a naughty little thing you are?” he talks directly into your ear, thumb rubbing over the thin material of your top, your hardened nipples unfortunately hidden behind your push up bra. “Or do you only get like this f’me?”

“Jus’ you…” you sigh, your arm wraps around his neck so that you can hold his head the same way he had yours. Tiny little fingers toy with blonde and pink tufts, he groans slightly at the comforting feeling.

“Darlin’… you know you have to pay, don’tcha?” he asks. It’s so out of the blue, you push away from him. He grins as he watches the confusion and horror take over your facial expression. You were so blissfully at peace, lost in the feeling of his lips and his touch all over your body. “Drugs aren’t free, y’know.”

“B-But…” you think, panicking, “I— nii-chan only left me enough for emergencies…” you tell him, hoping he’ll take pity on you. He offers a fake little pout, tutting at your excuse. It’s so feeble and pathetic and he loves how easy it is to mess with you.

“Awe, baby.” he offers faux sympathy, his thumb stroking over your cheek yet again. “You better do what I say then, yeah? Gonna have to keep bein’ a good girl f’me, ‘n then we can forget the whoooole thing.”

“What do you want me to—”

He thrusts his hips up, and you lose balance, falling perfectly into his arms. He tugs at your crop top, urging you to take it off. You start pulling it upwards, though it’s too slow for his liking. He yanks it over your head, getting a quick eyeful of your tits and aqua blue bra before he sucks hard into the fat flesh of your breasts.

You’re too busy moaning, rolling your hips against him to notice he has unclasped your bra with one hand. He pulls carefully at the straps, ridding you of the material covering part of your modesty. He bites his lip and breathes heavily as he ogles them. You feel the way his cock pulses against your cunt.

“S’fuckin’ pretty—” he muses. You feel different, now. You’re fully on display for him and you are completely at his mercy. Your rational mind is telling you to give him the emergency money your brother left and send him on his way. But sadly for you, your poor neglected pussy wants him to stay and have his way with you. “You’ve gotta suck my cock, baby. Now.” he demands.

Your heartrate sky-rockets. Things are moving so fast you can barely process it at all. You look down between your thighs and see the ever-growing bulge in his shorts. Can you argue with him? Reason with him? It doesn’t matter either way, you’re already sliding carefully onto the ground and getting down on your knees between his spread legs. You aren’t sure where to start. Everything you think about doing dies a sudden death with each new idea that comes to the forefront of your mind.

“Pull it out, hurry up.”

Little hands shake as nimble fingers grip onto the waistband of his shorts. You pull and you pull and he lifts his body to help in your efforts. He almost grunts as his cock springs free, pearlescent pre leaking a ton from his twitching slit.

“Mmmm…” he moans as he grips his cock at the base, shaking it a few times so that the tip hits your nose softly, soupy liquid sticking to you as he does. “Be a good girl, show me how bad you can be.”

There’s not a single universe where you’re successfully concealing your apprehension from him, though he thinks nothing of it. He thinks you’re nervous because you’ve had a crush on him for quite some time now and you don’t want to disappoint him. Your hands carry on shaking as you grab onto his length. He’s huge, both of your little hands are holding him in your grasp and there’s still more of his thickness unable to be held.

You think to start off you should clean the tip; you lick and lave over his throbbing head and your face scrunches as you register the warm tanginess permeating your tastebuds.

His body almost dissolves into the couch as you start to take more and more of him. He shoos your hands away and holds himself so that you can balance your hands on his thighs. His free hand holds your head, forcefully attempting to shove you further and further down on his length until you’re choking on him. You’re spitting and sputtering just like you had when you smoked.

“S’cute.” he moans. The light praise encourages you to keep trying for him. So, you do, try. You try to give him mind blowing head. You try to remember to use your tongue to keep him nice and stimulated as you bob up and down on his cock. You even remember one of your friends telling you that squeezing your thumbs stops you from gagging as much.

But it’s all in vain.

Ryusei hisses, flinching from an amalgamation of too much teeth and not enough spit. He snatches you away by your hair, seeing red veins stabbing through the whites of your eyes as they begin to gloss over. A watery sheen telling him of your deepest shame and embarrassment.

“Are you a fucking virgin, baby?” he wonders. His cock spills more pre as he sees tears fall from your eyes and cascade down your cheeks. The little sniffles you can’t stop are a symphony to him and he can see the way your throat is choking back audible cries. He can hear the little croaks trapped there, though, poor thing. “Never sucked a cock before, have you?”

“’m s-so sorry.” you stop fighting your losing battle as you start to cry, utterly humiliated that your secret has come to light because you did such a terrible job giving head. “I’ll— g-get my purse ‘n then you can just g-o. I’m sor—”

He leans forward, hand snaking between your thighs to cup your cunt. “Never had a cock in her, huh? What about fingers? Anybody ever ate your pussy, sweetheart?”

“N-Nothing!” you speak, almost defiantly though that wasn’t your intention. You’re feeling vulnerable and defensive. You’re embarrassed, and he has his hand somewhere nobody has ever touched you before. “Only kissed before…”

“Mmm… no wonder you’re so wet.” he speaks, though he isn’t seeking a reply. He’s simply musing to himself. He should have known, really. When would you get a chance to fuck and learn how to suck cock when your brother practically holds you hostage in this shit hole apartment? “I won’t fuck you, today. You’re not gonna suck my cock either. Come here.” he continues, he grabs both of your wrists and drags you back to your previous position with little effort. You’re above him, again, your thighs straddling his. “Stand up, actually.” he orders, you obey.

Your tits are still exposed and you’re standing in nothing but your pleated mini skirt and silk panties beneath. He twirls his finger, encouraging you to do a spin for him. You complete it, quickly, your skirt raising ever so slightly and exposing a peak of pink silk before you find a neutral position once more.

“Slower.” he tells you, so you spin again. Slower, just for him. “Stop.” he tells you when your back is facing him.

“Is something wrong, ah—!” you yelp as he ruthlessly kicks the inside of your ankles until your legs are spread apart from each other.

“Bend over, put your hands on the table.” he instructs you. You’re slow in doing so, not wanting to rush this time; though you still feel your heartbeat in your throat. Your skirt rides up, the pink silk completely covering your most precious secret. Though he grunts at the sight, unable to control himself. His jaw clenches and bubbles at the sight of brunette curls peaking from the sides of your panties. “Holy shit, fuck.” he sibilates, thick long fingers hooking into the pink silk. He wastes no time tearing them from your body, shoving them into the pocket of his hoody.

He grabs the globes of your ass, kneading the flesh under your little skirt and parting your pussy lips in the process. He’s enamoured by the sight, the way your arousal has soaked your pubic hair. It’s shimmering, he can’t help but to touch and toy with your pubes when they’re taunting him like this. He can’t remember the last time he fucked a girl with a cute bush of hair like yours. It’s always fucking waxed and landing strips and of course he won’t complain, but seeing your intimate form in all of it’s glory like this… you’re perfect. You’re fucking holy.

He pushes a single finger hastily into your wet hole. You almost fall forward; you cry out from the feeling of being stretched for the very first time.

“Never shave this fucking pussy, yeah? Leave it like this f’me.”

You don’t reply, mind spiralling from the feeling of pain and pleasure as he burrows his finger in deeper and begins to curl it when he feels that perfect little spongy spot buried deep. Your cheeks are stained with glittering tears, the overbearing living room light not offering you any courtesy in that regard. Your tear-stricken face will be exposed to him, eventually.

Will he care?

Will he show concern?

Will he be sympathetic since he is the cause?

It appears not. He holds no consideration as he pummels a second finger inside of your gummy interior. He scissors them again and again and again until you’re practically screaming. It feels worse when he pushes against the spot. That spot that blinds your fucking vision.

“A-Ah. Aaah—!” you sob, scream, anything your body can physically project in your current state. It almost feels like an out of body experience. “Ouch! Ow, R-Ryusei. Hurts! Hurtin’ me—!” you explain. He wraps an arm around your midsection, fingers still cosy deep inside. He pulls you back, your spine flush against his chest. His hand moves from your stomach to your mouth, silencing your cries and whimpers as his fingers carry on battering your g-spot.

“Shhh, it’ll feel good in a minute.” he informs you. “Rub your clit, baby, show me how you touch this virgin cunt.” your entire body becomes scalding in an instant, the lewd language and very notion that you masturbate filling you with unease. But without question, your fingers find the swelling nub between your pussy and begin to rub and rub.

He rests his forehead against your shoulder, smiling down as he hears painful cries turn to libertine moans. His smothering hand frees your airways, allowing you to send your mewling into the airspace freely. He squeezes his cock, hard, and begins to masturbate himself. A sticky, clacking sound filling the room. It’s mixing in with the sound of your squelching cunt.

Your eyes cross as he finds a perfect rhythm with you. You’re sure you look like a bona fide whore, but you can’t bring yourself to care. You’re balancing on the balls of your feet with your legs spread open wide, putting your cunt on full display. Your left hand digs into the leather arm rest beside you, the only form of balance you have.

You’re so fucking loud. He’s never heard anyone scream or moan as loudly in his life, though he’s one to talk. He’s on the verge of cumming after so much torment and he couldn’t be more vocal if he tried.

“D-Do you want all the neighbours to hear what a little slut you are? Want ‘em to tell your brother you got fucked stupid while he was gone?” he asks, it’s rhetorical, of course. He doesn’t care that you’re being loud. He just wants to torment you, tease you and build that unadulterated shame that you’ve had embedded in you your whole life. You are the product of repressed sexual urges. Would you have let a drug dealer strip you and play with your cunt if you weren’t so desperate and needing to be toyed with?

“’m gonna c-cum. Fuck, Ryusei! Cumming f-for you—!” you cry, your walls squeezing his fingers until they feel close to breaking. “Oh my god…” you sob. Your poor little virgin slot throbbing and pulsating around his thick heavy fingers and you continue to cum for what feels like a lifetime. His curling fingers dragging out the feeling for as long as humanly possible.

“Hah- haah- ah, fuck!” he finishes, white, gluey fluid shooting up your back. He fucks his fist until he drains every last drop from his swollen balls. He admires his work, smearing the remaining residue on your ass cheek and your skirt. He wonders if you’ll remember to wash it, God forbid your stupid brother find a cum stain on it.

He scrapes his cum onto his fingers and orders you to face him. He brings his sperm to your lips, expecting you to know what to do.

“Eat.” he says. You hesitate. He wants you to what? It’s a liquid, you can’t eat it. Does he want you to lick his fingers? Put them in your mouth? He’s sick of waiting, however, forcing them by your lips until the bitter taste coats your tongue. “Eat it.” he looks at you with venom in his stare.

You hold his hand sweetly with both of yours. He watches you as you suck his fingers, internally thinking how much better you are doing this than you are at sucking cock. He bears his teeth, the golden one glimmering in your eye once again as you continue to clean the cum from his digits.

“Thaaaat’s it, good girl. It’ll get the taste of weed out of your mouth.” he tells you. You finish sucking, releasing his fingers with a gentle pop before placing his hand back on your thigh.

He allows his fingers to lightly caress your skin. The pads carefully glide over you as you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him for the final time during this encounter. But he wanted to fuck you, didn’t he? He wanted you to suck him off properly, too. He’ll let it go for today, but this certainly won’t be the one and only time you’ll bare it all for him.

You still owe him for the weed, after all.

He thinks he might set up a depraved little payment plan for you.

© 2023 rinitxshi

[6rookie-writer0110]

Master List - 98

The night garden - Male Reader x Kara Danvers and Lena Luthor (Smut)

Lust - Male Reader x Chris Hemsworth x Zayn Malik, and Rudy Pankow (Smut )

Carve your words - Caitlin Snow x Male Reader (Smut)

Love and Thoughts - Peter Parker x Male Reader

Cold Weather - Barbara Gordon x Male Reader (Smut)

Strange Lovers - Cheryl Blossom X Male Reader.

Motion afterlife - Male Reader x Cheryl Blossom (Smut)

Lucky Dice - Pete Davidson x Male Reader

I know a place that isn't far from us. - Cass Hamada x Male Reader (Smut)

Sunlight - Cass Hamada x Male Reader (Smut)

Always finding another way - Penny Hofstadter x Male Reader (Smut)

Smut Alphabet - Cassandra Cain X Male reader

[triplexdoublex]

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

[hollywoodxwhore]

wanted - part 15

Colson x Original Female Character x Pete

Warnings/Content: Smut (18+), swearing, depression

Short chapter today but wanted to give y'all something since it's been a hot minute. This series will be wrapping up very soon!

I should’ve known that, soon enough, the other shoe would drop.

Things are too perfect. I’m too happy. And when that happens, the universe always seems to come along and remind me that things will never stay golden for too long.

It starts with Colson not returning my texts or calls. We’ve been together pretty much every day since we started hooking up, and since we’ve been officially together, there hasn’t been a single night spent at our own places without the other. More often than not, Pete’s there, too. The three of us are inseparable. Or at least we were.

Colson only responds to maybe every third text I send with short answers. Any time I try to call, he has an excuse for not answering. I’m not naive. I have a sick feeling in my stomach about it. He wants to end things. He’s sick of me. I’m not what he wanted. Not that he has confirmed any of this. He just…won’t talk to me. 

I wanted to give him his space. No one needs an overbearing partner poking at them when they’re going through something. Plus, I thought if I gave him space, he’d miss me and come back when he was ready. But after a week, I can’t wait any longer. It isn’t fair for him to do this to me. 

Once I’m out of class, I drive over to his house, palms slick with nervous sweat. I park in my usual spot and knock on the door since nobody's expecting me. Pete opens it and smiles down at me. “Hey, Alex!” he says, stepping aside so I can come in.

“Hey,” I say. “Is Colson home?”

Pete studies my face, brow knitting together. “Are you okay?”

“Is he home?” I ask insistently. 

“Uh, I think so,” Pete says, rubbing the back of his neck. “You can go check…”

I kick off my shoes and hurry down the hall to Colson’s room. The door is cracked and I push it open. A gasp catches in my throat. His room is an absolute disaster.

A water bottle graveyard sits on his bedside table, along with an ashtray filled with a dozen finished joints. Liquor bottles are scattered near the side of his bed, along with empty beer cans. It smells terrible and my nose wrinkles. “What the fuck?” I mutter. 

I flick on the light and a groan from the bed startles me. I hadn’t realized Colson was here. “Turn that shit off,” he protests and I do, quickly.

“Colson, what is going on?” I ask worriedly, crossing the room to his bed. He says nothing. “Colson?” I repeat, reaching out to touch the lump that is his body under his blankets. 

“Get off me,” he snaps, jerking his shoulder away from me.

Stung and speechless, I take a step back. What the fuck is going on? I find my voice after a few moments. “What is going on?” I ask more quietly. “Did…did I do something wrong?”

“No, but if you don’t get out of my room, something’s gonna be wrong,” he mutters. 

Tears sting my eyes but I blink them back. I’m not going to let him make me cry. “Okay,” I say finally. “Call me if you need me.” With that, I step out of the room and close the door. 

I rush down the hall in search of my shoes so I can leave, but I crash right into Pete’s chest at the end of the hallway. “Shit, sorry,” he says, gripping my upper arms. “I was just coming to check on you.”

It’s then that I burst into tears. Pete’s eyes widen and he pulls me into a fierce hug, rocking me and whispering comforting words. I’m surprised and embarrassed at how hard I’m crying, but I’m scared and anxious and worried and mad and sad all at once. 

“What is going on?” Pete asks quietly.

I pull away and carefully push past him into the living room. “I-I don’t know,” I stammer. “His room is disgusting and he was a total dick to me. Told me to get out.” I turn around and look at him worriedly. 

Pete winces and rubs the back of his neck. “I think he’s going through a depressive episode,” he says quietly. “He hasn’t had one in a while.”

“How can we help him come out of it?” I ask.

Pete shakes his head and makes a sad expression. “We can’t,” he says. “Nothing I’ve ever done has worked. He just needs time.”

“How much time?” I demand, crossing my arms to hide my trembling hands. 

Pete chews his lip. “I don’t know,” he says quietly. 

We stand there silent for a long few moments. “Do you want to come over?” I finally ask. 

Pete considers, glancing back at the hallway, and then he nods. 

Back at my place, Pete and I sit on the couch like zombies, neither of us talking for a long time. Eventually, we gravitate toward each other and end up with my head on his chest while he rocks me. 

“I’m so sorry this is happening,” he says.

“Yeah, me too,” I croak. “There has to be something we can do to help him.”

“I’ll take any ideas,” Pete replies. “Bringing him food doesn’t work. Cleaning his room for him doesn’t work. Offering to get him laid doesn’t work.” 

“And he won’t talk about what’s bothering him?” I ask.

“No,” Pete sighs. “He usually gets really mean and nasty. He’s said some horrible shit to me when he’s like this.”

I flinch, thinking back to how cold and abrasive he was, how he talked to me like I was his worst enemy and not his partner. 

“How long does it usually take?” I ask. “He hasn’t really talked to me in a week.”

Pete sighs again, squeezing me gently. “I don’t know,” he mutters. “One time it went on for over a month.”

“Over a month?” I cry, pulling away so I can stare at him in alarm. “How does he work? Make money?”

Pete shrugs.

I rub my face. “Fuck. This is bad,” I say. 

Pete nods. “I know.” 

“I don’t know what to do.”

“Me neither.”

And then we’re both quiet, just looking at each other, sharing our pain. I’m not sure who leans forward first, but soon, we’re kissing. It’s slow at first, tentative, and then I’m in Pete’s lap, my hands splayed on his cheeks while he grips my shirt, holding me close. Desire grips me so tightly that it hurts. 

The lines are so blurred. Colson is my boyfriend and Pete joins us sometimes, but there’s been no talk of a relationship. Pete and I haven’t done anything without Colson there, and I don’t think the boys have done anything without me there, other than taking a shower together. Is this cheating?

Pete’s teeth find my bottom lip as he tugs away, drawing a moan from within me, and then his mouth is back on mine, and god, it feels so good, and Colson and I haven’t had sex in over a week, and I want this so, so badly. I can tell Pete wants it, too. He breaks the kiss long enough to tug my shirt over my head, and then I remove his. We meet eyes for just a second, and then we’re kissing again. 

Pete flips me so I’m on my back and then he grinds into me, a soft moan rumbling in his chest. My hands wander his back as he reaches down to undo the button on my jeans. I lift my hips so he can remove them, and then I push him off me to pull his sweats off. He shoves his boxers to the ground and gets on top of me, pushing my panties to the side. 

My back arches and I suck in a breath as he rubs me, slow but firm, and my entire body tenses. I’m already so wet, and I’m so desperate to feel close to someone - anyone. So I grip his cock and move my hand on him slowly. Pete’s eyelashes flutter and he moans, finally ripping off my panties. 

He lowers his body to mine and slides inside me, our breath mingling between us. Pete kisses me hard as his hips press forward, joining us completely. He fucks me hard and fast, neither of us bothering to hold back our noises. It’s raw and animalistic and needy, and we both come quickly. Afterwards, we lay there panting, silent. 

I know I need to get up and clean myself up, but if I move, this becomes real. My stomach clenches. Colson and I can do things without Pete present because Colson is my boyfriend. But Pete is not. In the clarity after sex, I know without a doubt that I just cheated on my boyfriend.

[ace7librarian]

What if in some universe, another identity, miss Holloway was a librarian?

As a librarian, I know a lot about people in my town - what people read tells you a lot about them. I know who's unhappy with their partner, I know who's children struggle with their mental health, I know all of the gossip of the old ladies.

Miss Holloway could spy on the citizens pretty easily- she would organise the library in a way that books about the paranormal would be just in her line of sight. If someone would come to the library for information, she would be there to help.

Jane used to come a lot, taking one or two books for herself ans some books for tim. Tom was pretty lost the first time he took Tim to the library, but after a while he started to look at some books himself.

The nerds, of course, are always there. Pete took Steph to see the library once. She took a comics and almost forgot to bring it back. Grace is... Grace. No smut in the library.

Linda is there with her blonde boys, despising every second of it. River is just trying to read and his brothers won't let him.

Becky used to come all the time, reading every romance book, but for a long time, she arrived once a year, apologising for returning the books so late and not staying fir more than two minutes. After her husband "left her", she came back to reading regularly.

Charlotte is one of the sweet religious woman that reads the most erotic shit you've seen. I see so much of them.

Bill is reading emotional and inspirational books, and lately he took some books about parenting. Sometimes he runs into Sylvia, who's reading sweet romance books.

Mr Davidson took every erotic book he could find.

Zoey tried reading les mis, got bored and never returned it.

Young ted took books about flirting.

Alice and deb go on dates in the library. I saw a straight couple do it once, it's adorable. Alice and Deb are both fandom trash, convince me otherwise.

Frank is not taking tons of books, but he trusts miss Holloway's recommendations and is almost never disappointed. He's never late. He can't afford that.

Sometimes, when the library is closed, wiley is there, switching the order of the books and turning them so you can't see the binding like a fucking monster.

Maybe she met duke while he looked for psychology books.

Hannah comes to the library every day, she's reading fantasy books in the corner and stays until closing time. Lex was worried about this, she didn't know you didn't have to pay for the library. Miss Holloway notices every lonely kid reading alone. She talks to Hannah. Maybe when Hannah is older she gets a job at the library too.

Credits to the Israeli starkid group for some of the ideas, and to my boss for casually admitting she's a witch.

[creativitysparks4everxoxo]

Noah/Mirage: An appreciation post

...because I kid you not, Noah/Mirage has officially taken over my brain. Ask me how many fics I've read of these 2 since Sunday. I have actually lost count. 🤭

I like that there's something in the Noah/Mirage tag for everyone. There are multiple categories like:

Angst

Hurt/comfort

Friendship

Fluff

Smut

Comedy

And so on

I also like that with each passing day more and more fics get uploaded to AO3 and here and they just keep getting better and better! More chapters for stories that I initially thought would be oneshots. Yes please! And don't even get me started on the fanart! 😍 Absolutely gorgeous work! I am always terrified to draw characters from Transformers because I fear that I will get too caught up in trying to draw all the details, even though I don't have to do that. I just need to freaking draw! 🤪 It's an internal struggle and it's why I haven't really contributed to this tag yet. (shame on me) But just seeing all the wonderful artwork of these 2 makes me so happy because it means other people get it. There are other people out there like me that like Noah/Mirage and they understand just exactly who these characters are and what their story is.

I still cannot get over the little factoids for ROTB, like how that line...you know which one 😉 was actually improvised by Pete Davidson! Like he channeled his inner Mirage and said it because he just knew Mirage would say that. I love that! Or how the folks from the official Transformers socials have seen content for these two and they just rolled with it [pun totally intended]. They are encouraging Noah/Mirage fans because they know what's up and they know we know what's up. It's glorious!

I like that many fanfic writers have devoted so much of their time and energy to write juicy fanfics for this tag. They stay up late to write these fics and I stay up late to finish reading them. It's a total win-win! 🙌🏾 And even though there's only a handful of fanfics for Noah/Mirage at the moment, I just know that we will hit 100+ fics in good time on AO3. I can't wait!

Okay, I think I'll shut up now and just squeal in anticipation for tonight as I get ready to watch ROTB for the third time. It's going to be great and I can't wait! 😀

[harlowtales]

Reader x Jack have a fight that has reader thinking they are making a mistake getting married ⚠️drama/smut/sweet❤️

You and Jack were doing better than ever. Ayesha hadn’t been a problem for a long time. You were busy making preparations for the wedding to happen in a few months. You got busy tending to every detail down to the fonts for the invitations. The guest list was small considering who Jack was. A lot of family and High School friends topped the list. Your family was small, and the celebrity roster was pretty amazing. Drake, Bryson, Tyler Herro, Pete Davidson, Druski, and others had already confirmed they were coming.

Then there was the engagement party. That was a whole other thing….

“Tell me why da fuk you’re inviting your ex?” Jack fumed one morning as you both were brushing your teeth.

“Because you invited like 6 of yours” you said spitting out a froth of toothpaste and smiling at him. “Keep at it and I’ll invite 2 more.”

“Don’t get fucking cheeky with me.” Jack said frowning “You know we’re all just friends.” He said following you into the bedroom.

“So am I fucking my ex?” You challenged looking up at him.

“No…but….” Jack stuttered

“But what?” You waited for him to say something

“So let’s make a rule. No exes at the engagement party or the wedding.” Jack decided

“Yeah ok.” You said rolling your eyes and walking into the girl’s room to put away laundry. Jack loved that you were a hands on mom. It was kind of turning him on a bit watching you with your hair tied with sweatpants on bending and putting clothes in the drawers but he was happily choosing violence at the moment. This was the regular part of his life he craved. You gave him that. Making the girl’s lunches, picking them up from preschool. You were the apple of his eye.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me.” Jack said getting in your face now.

“You know what Jackman?” You stopped now and faced him. “I want you to want to not invite a whole fleet of women I don’t get along with. Not uninviting them so I don’t invite my ex. You’re being childish.”

“Childish?” Jack repeated angrily “Childish!” He said again as if trying to make sense of the accusation.

“Childish.” You affirmed carrying an empty basket to the laundry room.

“Fuck this I’m going to the basement.” He said, which was where he tended to go when he was stressed out.

“Yeah start shit and run away.” You said in no mood

“Ok. You know why I invited them?” He asked you

“Cuz you’re such a loyal little boy who can’t say no to your day ones.” You said mockingly “Did any of your day ones push out those big heads like yours?” You asked him looking out at the girls running around in the yard with the nanny. “It’s so disrespectful on so many levels. It almost made me…” You stopped, not wanting to hurt him.

“Say it.” He said glaring at you with his arms folded

“Nothing.” You said sitting down in the laundry room and looking out the window at the girls. Sometimes you weren’t happy and Jack knew that. The long weeks away from home and girls everywhere all over him all the time. Jack really loved his fans and you didn’t want to look jealous when you were the envy of the world.

“Maybe we’re making a mistake.” You said wringing your hands.

Jack was silent. He wasn’t quite expecting you to say that. He knew things weren’t perfect but he thought what he had with you was rock solid. So much so he thought inviting the old crew wouldn’t be such an issue. He would never knowingly disrespect you, but he didn’t ask you how you felt about seeing all the girls that made things so hard in the beginning.

He slammed the door to the laundry room and left you there. For the first time in a long time you felt totally alone. Even dinner was quiet. You said not a word to him and just talked to the kids. He brooded looking at his plate and periodically making nice with everyone but you could tell it was taking an effort from him. He looked depressed, and for the first time you didn’t really care. You weren’t going to compete with those girls anymore.

Washing up after you put the girls to bed he wandered into the kitchen. You pretended he wasn’t there and kept washing. Suddenly you felt his arms around your waist and he engulfed you in a warm embrace, nestling his face into your neck. You reached back and played with his hair while the tap was still running. You were struck by his emotions and didn’t say anything. The two of you just stood there in silence.

He turned off the running water and hoisted you up on the kitchen counter and started kissing you while feeling up your dress. He pushed aside your underwear and began feeling for some evidence that you wanted him. That you needed him, because he needed you desperately. The idea that you thought about throwing it all away sometimes scared him. You straddled him with your legs and held his head close to your chest, to your heart.

Let’s go upstairs” he whispered passionately

PART 2

The minute you got into the room Jack closed the door and motioned for you to be quiet. If the kids woke up make up sex wasn’t happening. He went into the bathroom and started drawing a bath for both of you. He added bubbles and got it nice and hot the way you like it. When it was just right he peeled his tank top off, then underwear, then sweatpants. Each item tossed to the side. He was in all his glory now looking at you to undress. You slipped out of your sundress and panties and started kissing and caressing his chest as he towered over you. Your tongues locked and you sucked his bottom lip. A sign you wanted him badly. He dimmed the lights and lit some candles around the tub.

“Alexa play Jodeci” Jack said and “Forever my lady” came on. You put your hair up getting ready to step into the tub. Jack dipped under the water and came up with his long curls hanging wet. He kissed on your neck as he pulled you into the perfect place leaning on his chest as steam rose up from the huge soaker tub he had custom made for his 6”3 frame. He wrapped his legs around you and started sponging you down. As he squeezed water from the sponge it cascaded down your breasts. You put your head back in submission to his will. He took some passionfruit scented body wash and massaged your breasts and body with the lovely aroma filling the air with the steam.

You felt him rising into you back. He moved you away a little for you to turn around. You went down under the water and took him into your mouth. He put his head back and moaned as quietly as he could, but it was difficult to hold in his pleasure and his desire for you. He never wanted to fight with you to the point where you ignored him like that again. That hurt him more than you screaming and yelling. He knew you had to be deeply hurt to pretend he didn’t exist because he knew he was your whole world.

When you came up soaking wet and looking sexy, he couldn’t hold anything in anymore. He bent you over the side of the tub and entered you ramming from behind then drawing you close to his chest skin to skin clutching your breasts and continuing to thrust as you both became enveloped in heat. You moaned in sweet agony as he covered your mouth and drove harder. Your screams went into the palms of his hands.

“We are one.” He said in your ear in a low raspy growl, grinding into you deeper.

“Uughhh!!” You managed to say muffled by his hand still ensuring only he heard your cries. He sat back into the tub taking you down with him.

You sat onto his hard cock and rode him backwards going up and down on him fast. Steam continued to fill the room as the two of you created a whirlwind in the water. “I’m cumming Jack…..” You said faintly as he wrapped his muscular arms around you while you released all the tension you were feeling. He felt you squeeze around him and knew you had reached heights of ecstasy.

He sat you up and out of the tub on the edge and entered you with his tongue sucking your clit aggressively. You held his head in agony and breathed “Jack. I….I can’t….please”

He put you onto his shoulders with you straddling his face, continuing to eat you with no mercy as he you slid off his shoulders facing him now. He looked into your soul through your eyes as he often did. You couldn’t read the storm you saw in his eyes. He was so intense holding you in his gaze. He put his forehead to yours and your breathing became one breath.

“Promise me we’ll never be like that again” he said in between breaths.

“I promise” you nodded eagerly on the verge of tears

“I can’t do any of this without you. I WONT do any of this without you.” He insisted “Everything I do is for us.”

You settled back onto him gathering yourself after that swirl of desire in the tub. He helped you relax and enjoy the calm of the water, the calm of him.