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The house you eventually park in front of is much like yours, just a bit bigger, since Colson didn't live alone. The sound of sirens outside is carried almost melodically in the freezing wind. You soak it all in, wondering about who else in this city felt so far from home and yet right in the thick of it.

"She's a beaut, huh?" Colson quips, motioning to the steps, "but at least we got it to ourselves tonight," his grin could stretch a city mile.

Once inside, Colson immediately turns on a nearby heater and clears the couch, grabbing his RAW tray off the busted up coffee table, almost muscle memory, it seems, for both of you. You lay a fat sack down on the rolling tray as he sweeps the papers out of the way.

"Damn, do you really got glaucoma?" He snorts, untwisting the top. "No wonder I can smell it thru your backpack." He is all smiles while he breaks it down. "Have a seat, make yourself at home," he offers, pointing to the couch cushion free next to him.

You sit down on the very edge, causing Colson to stop in his tracks.

"Aw, come on, don't do me like that," he pouts, pulling a folded blanket from the chair to his left. "I got blankies," he teased, knowing how drafty all these houses are the heater won't cut it. "I said, make yourself at home," he playfully insists, and unexpectedly, he grabs your thigh to pull you so close, you can feel the heat emitting from his jeans.

He continues as if nothing had even happened, luxurious tongue peeking out to seal the blunt. So you wrap the blanket across your laps, and act nonchalant, too, trying to force the lump in your throat all the way down.

"A backwoods, that's classic," you offer as a change of subject, watching mesmerized as the ambient lighting and warm tones of the fake flames of the heater danced across his chiseled face. Godddd, why couldn't you control yourself?

Colson smirked before running a lighter across it. "Only the best for my guest."

The two of you sit cozy under the blanket for a short period of time, passively hitting the blunt and savoring before passing, while Colson rigged up a speaker. As the hip hop played softly, you felt your muscles relax a bit, most they had in 6 years.

Colson began probing you with his eyes again, like he was about to start 20 questions back up.

"So, you're not really from around here, are you?" He digs, pressing a thigh against yours to turn to face you better.

"Ah, no," you say, nodding

"From....?" He prompts, rolling his hand before passing the blunt.

"Down South," you're ashamed the more you divulge.

Colson pulls a face. "You don't have an accent, though," he contests.

"Got rid of it," you shrug. "People think you're stupid," you smile back.

Colson takes a hand and begins rubbing your thigh softly, as if to comfort you, although he can feel the tension increasing doing just the opposite. "I wouldn't think you're stupid, at all," he husks quietly, serious.

You don't want to make a sound for fear it will come out as a squeak.

"Look, I would ask what brings you all the way out here, but..." He trails off before hitting the blunt hard. "I'm a blunt motherfucker, so I'll just say it. I know about the..." He is swallowing the wrong words, struggling despite his frankness. "Well, the whole crew knows about the... The statutory situation," he whispers, like someone is listening. "You don't really talk to nobody, so.. They got curious. There's... There's lots of articles."

You almost disassociate, so he takes it as a sign to continue.

"I couldn't imagine. So, if I'm making you uncomfortable..." He begins to look worried, the desire to backpedal immediately written across his face.

You physically snap back, and force him to stop leaning away from you.

"You're blunt, huh?" You ask, now trying to comfort him.

"Yeah. I'm sorry," he relaxes into your touch, though.

"You don't have any chains or ropes here, so I'm not here by force," you smile, darkly, almost transported back to 15 again.

Colson winces, sympathetically, before shaking his head (to no doubt clear images) the articles he had read that paint an all too vivid picture out of his mind like an etch a sketch.

"Look, I ... I really wanted to get to know you, and... Everybody told me it was a bad idea, you know? Like I would fuck up your life. But I just really can't resist, you seem so cool, so sweet," Colson trails off, realizing in your vulnerable state he had began being too vulnerable as well.

"Thanks. I know that sounds stupid, but, most people... Well, most guys, avoid me like the plague."

Colson melts back into the couch, into your warmth surrounding you, before beginning to pull a cigarette out for each of you. He passes it to you, so intuitive to how on edge you're feeling. He knows you too well already.

"You don't have to be scared, you know," you remind him, "you can keep playing 20 questions." You're joking but serious. "I've possibly purposefully not made any friends here yet. I salute you breaking the ice AND addressing the elephant in the room," you admit. "I like cutting thru the bullshit."

Colson takes a thoughtful drag from his cigarette while formulating his next question.

" okay," he sounds more at ease, "do you have a boyfriend?" He risks, wincing at how insensitive it sounds, but he correctly got the impression it was forgiven and you wanted to move forward exactly as he intended originally.

"Oooh, no, actually," you giggle at the spicy question. "Other than, the, ya know... Situation, shall I say, never been with a man before." You're shocked at how honest you're being.

Colson can't help his jaw dropping. "How... How old are--you're still a virgin??" He is stumbling over his words.

"21, and, yeah," you choke out, sudden shyness taking over.

It was so refreshing he considered you a virgin still that you could die on the spot.

"Whoa. Just.... Damn," Colson stuttered, as the etch a sketch cleaned his slate once again. Hopefully be was clearing thoughts of how tight you must be still, not how damaged you are.

"Do, um," he clears his throat while putting out his cigarette, "what kind of tattoos and piercings do you have?"

"None, of either, actually," you admit, eyes hungrily scanning Colson's inked up neck.

It seems he can't believe his ears.

"Are you.. Holy shit, no way? Prove it," he challenges.

You shrug the blanket and flannel off to expose your belly, shoulders, and lift your crop top to show nothing on collar bones. Colson looks like he would spit if he had water he was drinking. He wasn't expecting you to show him anything for real.

He lifts a tentative hand to your cheek to brush your hair behind the ear, "wow, no ear piercings, either. You're magical," he says heavily. "You're younger than me, by, like, a lot, but anyone... like you, I never would have guessed..."

You realize now that his knuckles still lay resting on your cheek, stroking it softly, and he'll be able to feel them burning red hot with embarrassment and desire The shame, because you've never done this before, never been so close and intimate with someone, and the desire as well for the same reason.

"You're better than I ever even imagined," he admits before falling silent, soaking up your reaction fully,

Colson breaks the silence first. "I want to kiss you," he states, voice dripping with lust, and cracking slightly.

As you place a hand over his much larger on your cheek, he takes this as a sign to keep going. Leaning forward, foreheads almost touching, Colson licks his lips and scans your face hungrily.

"Can I?" He prompts, impatient, pupils blown, and jaw tight with anticipation.

You feel like you barely nod, hand dropping off of his, before he grabs it tightly to put it around his neck.

"Like this, let me show you," he whispers, lips ghosting yours.

In one Swift motion he slides a hand under your lower back in order to lay you down gently on the couch, hovering above you, on the edge of deranged with desire, like a wolf standing over a downed deer. You figure Colson has never had to exhibit this much self control before.

"I wanna defile you, take your innocence," he rasps, thumb finding its way to your bottom lip, stroking gently, opening your mouth ever so slightly. "I want it to be mine, I've wanted this for so long," he smiles, his rock hard cock pressing with a ungodly heat against your pubic bone. He's not even hiding anything anymore, using your exposed tummy and clothed pussy to hump and grind softly in order take the edge off.

"Can I touch you?" He asks desperately, biting his lip so hard you thought it might bleed. "I want to help you relax a little," Colson whispers, though you imagine it's just as much for him as it is you.

"Anything you want, Cols." You're almost choking.

He lets out a dark laugh at this, and in an instant his hands feel like they're all over you, exploring, finally coming to rest at your jugular, feeling the intense pounding underneath his fingertips.

"You're scared?" It's a question as much as it is a statement. "Or turned on?" Colson raises a brow, other hand massaging your thigh, slowly curling it around his waist, positioning and posing you like a ragdoll, your body defeated and limp to his touches. You are in a state of bliss and fear. "Maybe both," he concludes, smirking.

At this you close your eyes, expecting any second to wake up from this all too familiar dream, as you've pined for your coworker possibly even longer than he has.

Suddenly, Colson is at your ear, breath hot and desperate. "Don't be scared babydoll, you're in good hands," he reassures, nipping at your earlobe in such a way it sends a shiver all throughout your body. "I... Will go... Slowww," he teases out painstakingly, "slow as you need me to," he adds gently.

It was then you were startled into the reality of the situation by the sound of his belt coming undone, soft noises as it is expertly slipped out of his belt loops in one, fluid motion. Colson feels you panic underneath him, and he is quick to respond to this.

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Havent had a chance to read it yet but i wanted yall to have fhis lmfaoo. A gift from bigblakdix to me to you

[machinegunbun]

Bringing back a classic, ladies

kissing lessons ~ machine gun kelly

word count: 1763

request?: yes!

“I had a wet dream with mgk. That dream is mgk teach me how to kiss. When I think about that, it’s so hot. (I don’t have any boyfriends so i don’t know😅) Could you imagine this? You know how”

description: when your best friend finds out you’ve never been kissed, he decides to teach you how to do so

pairing: teenage!machine gun kelly x female!reader

warnings: swearing

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I was making myself a sandwich when the kitchen door suddenly flew open and my best friend, Colson, entered. He threw his book bag on the floor next to the door and immediately sat up on the kitchen counter next to me.

I raised an eyebrow at him, an amused smile on my face. “Make yourself at home.”

“I always do,” he replied.

“Want a sandwich?”

“I won’t turn one down if you happen to make another one.”

I playfully rolled my eyes and made a second sandwich for him. He grabbed his bag and followed me towards my room.

“Colson’s here,” I told my parents as we passed the living room.

“Hello Colson,” my dad said.

“Her Mr. and Mrs. (Y/L/N).”

“Are you staying for dinner, Colson?” my mom asked him.

“I haven’t thought about it, but you know I can’t say no to your cooking, Mrs. (Y/L/N).”

My parents smiled at him as we continued up to my room. My parents basically had a sort of love-hate relationship with my friendship with Colson. On one hand, they didn’t like his consistent potty mouth and his tattoos, but on the other hand Colson was respectful towards them and he was my best friend, so they couldn’t be too mad at him for the other stuff.

When we got to my room, Colson threw himself down onto my bean bag chair and began eating his sandwich. I sat on my bed and did the same.

“Why weren’t you in school today?” he asked through a mouthful of sandwich.

“Awe, was someone worried about me?” I teased.

“No, I was worried for myself. I had no one to bother all day, I was so bored.”

I stuck my tongue out at him, which he did back to me. “I had a doctor’s appointment, that’s all.”

Concern actually crossed on Colson’s face. “Are you okay?”

I chuckled. “Watch yourself, C, someone might think you actually care.”

“Of course I don’t, my cold, dead heart won’t let me care. But I need to make sure I’m not about to lose my best friend, it’s hard to find a new one.”

“Oh god no! It’s not that serious. It was just an appointment to get me on birth control. We could only get an appointment around noon, so mom and dad just let me stay home from school all day.”

Colson wiggled his eyebrows at me suggestively. “Birth control, huh? You’re getting it that often now, are you?”

I rolled my eyes and hoped I wouldn’t start blushing. The truth was, no guys were interested in me that way. I had never even been kissed. As far as any guy was concerned, I was just one of them. Most of my friends were guys and I hung out with them every day. While I loved my friends, it definitely sucked that the only thing holding me back from having a boyfriend was the fact that I hung out with them.

“Actually, it’s to help me with my irregular period. Birth control is for more than just sex, genius.”

“TMI!” Colson exclaimed, covering his ears. “Why couldn’t you just let me believe were getting lots of dick?”

“Shh!” I hissed. “Don’t let my parents hear you. Besides, you know that’s not true. Guys don’t even realize I have a vagina.”

Colson eyed my outfit. “In outfits like that, I’m pretty sure they all know you have a vagina.”

I was wearing a pair of tight leggings and a crop top, showing off all my “assets”. “Okay, literally yes they do know. I meant it figuratively. Everyone thinks I’m one of the boys, and they don’t want to fuck one of the boys. They don’t even wanna kiss me.”

Colson sat up suddenly and looked at me in shock. “Wait, have you been kissed before (Y/N)?”

I shook my head, looking down to hide my embarrassment. Colson got up and sat next to me on the bed.

“Do you even know how to kiss?”

“Fuck off,” I responded instead, not wanting to admit that I honestly didn’t know how to kiss someone.

“No, I’m being serious. If you want, I can teach you.”

“You’re not funny.”

“I’m not trying to be funny, I’m being serious. If you want I can teach you how to kiss, so you’re first isn’t awkward.”

I raised an eyebrow. “How do you plan on doing that?”

“Well, first, some tips. Number one, watch your teeth. The first time I kissed a girl I managed to beat her lip with my teeth and caused it to bleed. Really killed the mood so don’t do that.”

“Okay, no teeth,” I said, rolling my eyes again. Obviously no teeth, I wasn’t that dumb.

“No tongue right away either. That’s a bit too forward. Wait to see if he wants to slip you the tongue, and only let him if you feel comfortable with it. I know it’s probably just assumed that teenage boys want to slip you the tongue but trust me, it’s not all boys so don’t just try and slip us the tongue either.”

“No teeth, no tongue. Any other tips?”

“Just make sure you feel comfortable. If the guy goes in for the kiss and you don’t feel comfortable with it, don’t feel bad for moving away. You don’t want your first kiss to be uncomfortable or with someone you don’t feel comfortable with.”

I nodded, unsure of what to say. I was shocked by how good this advice actually was. I guess Colson could be pretty deep sometimes, when he wanted to be.

“Okay, all good advice and thank you for that. What’s the second part of my lesson?”

Colson suddenly leaned forward and press his lips on mine, holding my head with one hand. The action took me by surprise and I raised my hands to push him away, but stopped when I realized…I really liked kissing him.

His lips were soft and inviting, getting me to kiss him deeper and more passionately. He tasted like weed, probably from smoking a blunt on the way over to my house, but I wasn’t complaining. I quite liked the taste of weed, actually.

He didn’t try to slip me tongue, which I was grateful for because I was definitely not ready to take it that far. I made sure my teeth didn’t hit his lip, or my own, to ruin the moment, and I was definitely far from uncomfortable with kissing him.

He pulled away after some time, dropping his hand back onto his lap and looking my face over, I guessed for any signs of regret or anger.

“Part two is giving you your first kiss,” he said. “And hoping this doesn’t completely end our friendship.”

“How long have you wanted to do that?” I asked him. You don’t just kiss someone out of the blue without wanting to, whether it’s a prolonged desire or it’s a new one. Colson wanted to kiss me, and I wanted to know how long that desire had been burning.

“A few…years,” he responded, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “Like…like since I started liking girls.”

“Why did you never do it then?” I asked.

He seemed shocked by my question and stuttered a response, “W-Well I-I really…didn’t know if you’d want to. I was afraid of asking you out or taking the chance and just kissing you, like I just did, and you not liking it and ending our friendship. No matter what my feelings are, I value our friendship and I’d never risk that for anything.”

It actually was starting to make more sense. There were times when some of my other guy friends would pretend to flirt with me, or would compliment how I looked, and Colson always seemed jealous by it. The guys would tease us and say they were shocked we weren’t together and Colson always got defensive. I thought, at first, it as because he didn’t want them thinking I was dating him, but really it was because he didn’t want to ruin our friendship.

With a newfound confidence building inside of me, I threw sat on Colson’s lap and took his head in my hands, pulling his lips back to mine to kiss him again. He wrapped his arms around me and held me to him, like this was the most natural thing to ever happen. I leaned into him and ended up pushing him back onto the bed until he was lying down and I was hovering over him. His hands started to slip up my shirt as I felt him starting to press against me in his jeans. I took this moment to pull away to try and regain my breath.

“Whoa there,” I told him, a teasing smile on my face. “I only just lost my kissing virginity, I don’t think I’m ready to take it all the way just yet.”

“Just yet, huh? And will I have the pleasure of taking that as well, or would you rather stop here before taking things any further?”

I sat up, still on his lap, while Colson propped himself up on his elbows. “I’d like to take things further, but not just like hooking up. I’d like to go out on dates and to be that disgustingly cute couple that’s always all over each other in the hallways at school. I want to be something real, not to fuck buddies.”

“That’s all I want, too,” he told me. “I want you to be my girl.”

“I want to be your girl.”

Colson’s smile was so wide I was sure he was hurting his face. He sat up suddenly, wrapping an arm around my waist as he flipped us over so he was on top. I let out a squeal and started to laugh as he kissed all over my face and neck, before finally placing one last kiss on my lips.

“My parents are going out of town next weekend,” I said, breaking the kiss. “If you want to be my…other first time, I’ll have the place to myself that whole weekend.”

“Are you sure? losing your virginity is something completely different than having your first kiss.”

“I’m sure. There’s no one I trust more to take my virginity than my best friend. At least I know you’ll always be in my life, even if our relationship doesn’t work out.”

Colson smiled and kissed me again, before saying, “In that case, I’d love to come over next weekend.”

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are you the only pete davidson writer ??

For this account yes, for tumblr no.

If you’re looking for other pete accounts might I recommend

@moonlit-void-to-the-far-unknown

@storiesforallfandoms just click the magnifying glass and search pete davidson

@nevilles-insinuations

@opheliacult

These pals write for colson aswell, some even write for YUNGBLUD/Dom if you’re into that.

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have u done anything about pete/bpd reader?? or do you maybe know anyone who has ?? i know it’s probably difficult bc there aren’t many writers for pete as is let alone one’s with bpd/friends with bpd🤠 but as a borderline ive been looking for one because i know he has bpd too idk it would be turbulent but it’s be so nice to be w someone who gets it 🥸 anyways tysm for ur time big fan

I havent personally bc i dont feel completely comfortable writing about something i dont habe much experience, but my good friend @moonlit-void-to-the-far-unknown does things like that!

[machinegunbun]

Alright i’ve said this once, imma say it again.

If you like me or my blog you will LOVE @moonlit-void-to-the-far-unknown ok she is precious she is love she is light she does her requests on time. Follow her tank you.

[machinegunbun]

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH. The humor was so fucking on point too? If you guys havent already check this blog out they are so fucking good at everything they made me fall in love with lewis capaldi

Do it do it now if you dont

Not me having vivid images of a headcanon or small drabble of being a pole dancer and doing a routine to ‘positions’ *look that song is a fucking banger* and Pete doing an interview or stand up but just

“So my girlfriend does pole dancing, like as a form of dance, trust me I was as confused as you were that they had a new term for stripper, but I assure you she got real mad when I tried to stick a five in her shorts when she was practicing. I figured it was cause it was only a five like ‘sorry it’s all I got SNL is slow because the world is ending” and just

“So she’s doing her thing, and it’s hot, cause my girlfriend is hot, and she tells me, ‘hey you may not wanna watch me do this next routine.’ And I was like, ‘well that just makes me wanna watch it more’ turns out it was to, a banger of a song, uh positions by miss Ariana grande. And my girlfriend god love her gave me many outs, just ‘you can leave, it’s only like a 3 minute thing, for real you can come back after’ and I was like nah, no I can watch my current girlfriend, dance sexy on a pole to a song about sex by my ex fiancé it’s fine”

“Let me tell you it was more then fine, because ladies and gentlemen, I learned my girlfriend has thighs strong enough to hold her weight, and do a back bend on the pole, then switch real fast to just holding herself up like a fucking criss angel levitating. It was both sexual and terrifying because I know she could crush my head between her thighs no issue and I had the weirdest boner figuring that out”

LIKE COME ON IT HE WOULD JUST BE AMAZED AT HOW STRONG YOUR THIGHS ARE

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Oh my fucking god if yall wanna be fed read this. Holy shit

Enigma

colson baker x reader

summary: you’d like to think that your connection to colson is an enigma after the breakup. really, all it is, is a hurtful reminder of what will never be.

warnings: smut, angst, daddy kink, slight dirty talk, no happy ending

an: i just had to write about my baby daddy. and not to be horny on the tl, but my pussy throbs at the thought of him.

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[machinegunbun]

Oh. My FUCKING. GOD. User bigblakdix has some untapped talent. If you don't make a sideblog for colson and start posting this shit girl!!! this is AMAZING. Okay, shoot me a dm and tell me if you'd rather me staggers these chapters to 1 per day or just post em all at once.

I'm gonna add a "submissions" section to my masterlist, but if you ever do decide to post this on your own I'd be happy to relink it from the submission to your actual post or delete it completely, whatever you prefer. Just, please pursue this. You're an amazing writer. My dms are always open, i could definitely learn a thing or 2 from you.

this is based on a true story and i feel stupid typing out this novel

I slept with someone miles from home whenever I was 21 who looked suspiciously like Colson some details have been edited in order to protect identities/obscure timelines

Also shitty and boring it’s a rough draft forgive my URL also thought I could changw it when I made it omg

I’m gonna send this in pieces bc it just disappeared (I can’t take the hint omg)

~££~

The sound of pans clanging against a cold, concrete floor snap you back to your senses and also prompt you to press a Bluetooth earbud further into your brain, to drown it all out and get back to the flow. As the beat pounds on and on into your canal, aggressive lyrics soothing your movements into a ballet-esque orchestra repeating the task in front of you, you begin wrapping prepped food like a machine once again. Although burns, cuts, and bruises sting across your body (some of your trade, some for fun, and some from flat out vices) you pay no mind, as it is keeping you heavily grounded; Just as well, the crisp, wet, refreshing air (just faintly tinged with cigarette smoke,) of the emergency exit door wide open billow against your back, providing necessary healing and much needed relief from the aching muscles underneath your ratty shirt.

In the middle of your last piece of the steam table puzzle, you realize someone must be smoking this cigarette you smell? And it had been quite some time since your last, so it made you suddenly grit your teeth at the craving. Quickly checking the clock, you realize it is midnight, and you’re likely the last 2 in the store, so you need to hurry it up and finish cash drop. After all, it would be a long walk home in Cleveland, Ohio sleet.

You are jarred from your thoughts with a frigid, slender finger hooking your headphones around them and out of your ears. As you realize what Chipotle veteran is still left standing alongside you, you quickly pause the music and wipe your hands on a nearby towel before turning to face him.

“My bad I’m not done yet, if I���m holding you up Colson. I only have to stick this in the walk in, and count registers.”

A chuckle escaped the blonde don. He threw his hands up, so that you had to look up to see the tall, mysterious creature, as if to surrender. “I’m not a boss man, take your time. I just wanted to see if you needed a square. It’s been since lunch rush you had a break.” He stops to look at you sternly, although in fascination. “And you were here before me.”

“That’s okay,” you reassure, stacking bowls in your arms neatly, “I have to go by the gas station after this to get some.”

Colson begins snatching things from you to pace alongside you towards the cooler. “Let me help you. Take a break, I’ll GIVE you a cig, dude.”

You cringe at dude, because that is how everyone saw you no matter how many days you came in with make up and a clean apron. Nevertheless, you were grateful, and you told him as much.

You had become comfortable in the job itself the past 18 months, and you knew every employee from sheer silent and thoughtful observation, but you were sure this was the most you had talked to Colson (or the other, less attractive crew either, for that matter) and weren’t quite as content with small talk or favors. You noted sometime last week he must be having a hard time when you had to step on the line for him after an altercation with a customer, which he walked out over. First time in a year and a half, so you knew it must be serious.

Once the task was completed, Colson abruptly grabs you by the arm and forces a menthol into it.

“Let’s do that first and then we’ll blow this joint.” Ever the jokester, as he says this, he winks and pulls a joint from behind his ear.

“You got tricks,” I laugh

We walk out the back and Colson hops up onto a stack of Buffalo Rock crates to light the J. You walk a safe distance from him to light your much appreciated cigarette.

“So you don’t talk much,” Colson hisses, taking a big inhale, before continuing as he keeps the joint from running, “but I know you smoke, cause your backpack always REEKS, dude.” He cracks a smile, eyes low and beautiful eyelashes glistening in the flurries swirling around you.

You nod in acknowledgement, no sense denying that. “It’s for my glaucoma,” you joke dryly.

Colson snorts and chokes before leaning out with the bud to pass it.

“So how you be doing that shit all day? Lifting dishpans bigger than you and shit, doubles 6 days a week?” Colson inquires, and if it weren’t wishful thinking you would say he was checking you out. Hopefully not just to see if you’re a robot.

You smile meekly. “Well, you do it, too,” you remind.

“Yeah but I’m not a girl. I’m… Well, look at me,” he boasts playfully from atop his King of the Hill stack, arms spread out to show off, as the makeshift throne wobbles slightly below. “I’m six-foot-foe,” he smirks, holding fingers up as he annunciates.

You have to laugh at his gloating. “Well, as long as I want to eat, I’ll be here,” you dismiss as gently as you can. try as you might, This brings up the uncomfortable memory of your first month here, when Colson silently pushed a plate of steak towards you on your break after watching you struggling to stay vertical.

Colson knits a brow as brushes your fingertips softly to take the blunt back. “Another question, do you really be walking home, alone, in this shit every night?” He motions to the snow beginning to swirl.

“Yeah, I do what I have to. It was rough at first, now it’s like meditation. Only, like, 15 minutes,” you dismiss. You know you could have a car by now if you could give up the pills, and you feel the shame, all too familiar, welling up like a tight ball in your stomach.

“Well I can tell you you ain’t doing that shit tonight,” he affirms seriously, “cause I got a whip now!” His tone of concern Cascades easily info one of excitement.

You’re blushing now, whyyy? You’d been able to avoid everyone up to this point, sans your dealer. “You really don’t have to do that,” you say, though the wind off your face did sound more and more intoxicating as it whipped around the two of you.

“I INSIST,” he barks, putting the roach out between two fingers.

You make quick work of counting the registers while Colson stared on, expression unreadable. You grow more self conscious with each single you lay down , but try to ignore it.

“Damn, you a pro at this,” he snorts, sticking the same stack of hundreds through the bill counter over and over. “You one with the bands or something. Almost faster than this thing,’ he motions to the machine on the desk.

"And that’s a wrap,” you conclude, stacking drawers inside the safe with a quickness. “I’m just gonna change and we can leave.”

Cautiously and curiously, Colson stands in the doorway, waiting.

“Oh, my bad, you might wanna do that in private,” he smirks, stepping to the side.

Quickly you pull the door closed to the tiny office and pretend you aren’t trying to see if Colson is looking thru the small glass window, while you quickly strip to a crop top, sweatpants and a light jacket. Once finished, you attempt to gather your composure, and exit to find him scrambling to gather his as well.

You head in silence to his car, a used ‘96 Toyota. Once inside, Colson shakes and rubs his hands together, flicking a heater on immediately. “Sh-it, it is freezing,” he remarks, warming his hands by his mouth, eyes grazing across you, “aren’t you dying in that??” He motions to your flannel.

“Business as usual,” you say. If only he knew how many pharmaceuticals and trauma went into that demeanor.

“Shid, fuck that,” he resists, and begins digging in his backseat. “Here, this is Slim’s, wear it to make me feel better.”

You slip the jacket over your lap and give a nod of appreciation. You hated feeling like a homeless hopeless.

Colson reaches for the auxiliary cord and stops himself from pulling his phone from his pocket. You try hard not to stare at his briefs peeking over his belt.

“Let’s see what you’re bobbing your head to all day,” he smiles, hand out.

You oblige, only to realize who it was paused on.

“Oh, wait, not that playlis–”

“Dawg, is this my shit??” Colson almost screams, although curiously he doesn’t seem creeped out, he’s… Excited?

“Uh…” You bite your lip. “You… Did promote it constantly. Well, still do,” you stammer.

“No, no. Do NOT be embarrassed, this is fuckin sick! Incredible,” he whispers in disbelief, hooking up the cord, as he pulls a devil’s horn with the other hand. “We have a fan!” He triumphs before putting it in reverse and backing away.

“So, I was thinking…” He trails, fingers drumming almost nervously on the steering wheel, “we could hang at my place for a bit? Our names are next to each other on the schedule, so I know you have TWO whole days off, too,” he reminds, almost shutting down any attempt at refusal.

“I have smoke,” you offer, “but no wraps.”

Colson grins big. “Perfect, I got both at the house.”

***

[machinegunbun]

I literally just woke up from a nightmare and was lookkng for fic and this popped up so

wait stop that’s so cute how would pete react if you had a nightmare?

Pete reacting to a nightmare? As someone we can assume gets the regular nightmare, oh babes he has a set method down!

He carefully helps you wake up, doesn’t wanna scare you anymore then the nightmare already did.

He just holds your face and has you breathe in and out with him, just

“Hey hey, it’s me, it’s Petey, it’s me....breathe with me okay. In and out. That’s it baby. I got you”

Then he takes you to the living room and has you drink some water, and talk about the nightmare if you want.

“And then you died and I was screaming and everyone was laughing and I just-“

Pete just holds you to him and strokes your shoulder

“It’s okay. It was a nightmare, I promise no one is killing me, if anyone is taking me out it’s gonna be me. No one else. Maybe mulaney but that’s a big maybe”

He makes you laugh to calm you down. Then when you guys get into bed again, he keeps you tucked right into him.

“Tell me about what you thought when we first met again?”

And he fully goes all in on the story he tells you, his finger rubbing up and down your arm lightly only stopping when he feels you fall asleep. Then he kisses your forehead so you know he’s gonna protect you in your dreams.

[machinegunbun]

Idk about series

I can say that im working on some for Pete though and i do have a few as of now

but i can recommend you some pete writers for when youre done with that

@storiesforallfandoms so you have to search pete davidson on their blog and itll show up as I don’t believe they have a masterlist, if you check these and they dont have a masterlist or they dont have pete on their masterlist id recommend searching their blog for his name xx

@nevilles-insinuations

@multi-fandom-me

:)

uhh moon, i’m running a 101.1 fever & i have body aches, chills & a sore throat..

any long series about my lil pete you would suggest while i try to fight this sh!t..

please & thank you kindly

-🌱

Hmmmm okay. Hmmm I suggest the works of

@machinegunbun amazing masterlist

Hmm I don’t know many with long series about Pete.

@machinegunbun HELP! Who has long series about Pete!

[machinegunbun]

If you dont expand upon this with a fic we might have problems

ma’am. may we please have a cockwarming scenario with our demon daddy? or just colson in general

See here’s the thing I head canon that my demon daddy colson can....make his dick bigger or smaller thicker or slimmer depending on his want and like your comfort so.

Cockwarming....can be real nice or that shits gonna be a punishment with monster cock colson. So.

Which one we vibing for like, monster cock colson punishing you or like normal demon daddy?