#pete davidson and machine gun kelly

[cockpunchlore]

favourite duo

[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 .

[switchbladeclub]

[bebx]

David Howard Thornton as Art the Clown and Damien Leone with Pete Davidson and Machine Gun Kelly on set on Bupkis

— the show is now available on Peacock TV

[release-the-mccracken]

“Win it all, lose it all, we are Mötley Crüe.”

[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.

[throne-for-queens]

Megan saying col couldn’t get any girl if he wasn’t a famous musician shows how much she’s put him down and broken him. Before her he was so confident and didn’t care and got girl easily even Pete said in that Vanity Fair interview that col is good at getting girl. Poor guy honesty I feel bad that he keeps being with her

Okay so I went back to the video and pete doesn't mention anything about colson being incapable of getting women but he does mention that he's better at flirting than colson

Took me two videos to find this but I don't mind, this friendship is absolutely adorable 💕

[mel0dy-am]

guys they’re besties 🫰

[perezhilton]

The real story is Machine Gun Kelly! I did not recognize him here!

[urdadisdumb]

MASTERLIST

🍋=smut 🍓=fluff 🥝=angst

Colson Baker/MGK

JXDN/Jaden Hossler

Pete Davidson

Vinnie Hacker

[petey-davidson]

"Maybe one day y’all will get to see these sketches 🤣🤣🤣" (📸 Jordan Rock on IG)

And maybe that day will be October 14th??? This was apparently filmed right before the strike, so it was possibly for when Pete was originally going to host last May? So we could potentially see this sketch next weekend???

[cockpunchlore]

𝒸𝓊𝓉𝑒𝓈𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝓅𝑒𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝒻𝒾𝒸

ao3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And-uh yes please, for the coffee.”

“Black”, he added.

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

“My bad”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“My Spongebob looks good on you”

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

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

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

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

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

“I know”

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

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

[triplexdoublex]

Idk about sharing the both of them lmao one has a 9 inch with the stamina of a porn star and the other is rumored to have a 12 inch. That would be a all night type of deal bc that’s a lot 😭😭

Yes, and? 🤣 I believe Ari said 10 or 11 but still yeah they’re both huge but I’m mean I’m down I wouldn’t say no to that lol Might be sore AF for a few day but deff worth it imo 🥵🤣

[switchbladeclub]

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

Kells is rumored to be on a SNL skit with Pete 🖤

[wikiangela]

if mgk's next album doesn't have a Pete Davidson interlude, I don't want it (jk, I'd chop my arm off to get a new album asap lol - I'd be very disappointed tho 😂)