#Colson Baker imagine

[hangovercurse]

Until You Fall Asleep

After moving in with the crew to help cure your quarantine boredom, you find a new way to deal with your insomnia.

Request: “Could you please do a Colson fanfic where you're a friend of the gang and you move into their house for quarantine so you're not alone. Colson finds out you have terrible insomnia and starts staying up to keep you company and you gradually start sleeping in his bed because it's the only place you seem to actually sleep. You start to get really close through these late night chats, watching films, sharing stuff and opening up to each other... Friendship starts to develop into something else. I need some fluff to see me through these sleepless nights! 🙏😘 Thanks!”

Colson X Reader

Warnings: cursing

Word Count: 3487

Living with your best friends during a nationwide quarantine seemed like a good idea when you agreed to it, but after the 5th night of wandering the huge house late at night because you couldn’t sleep, you were starting to think you should’ve stayed where you were. At least at your own place, you didn’t have to worry about sneaking around so as not to wake anyone up.

Luckily, no one seemed to notice that you woke up earlier than everyone else in the house or went to sleep later. Or if they did, no one said anything.

Day five

Tonight hadn’t been going so well. You had tried showering, you hadn’t eaten for at least a few hours before trying to sleep, you turned your lavender diffuser on, you’d even tried yoga. Nothing helped, and you were left staring at your ceiling.

Frustrated and uncomfortable, you rolled out of your bed, sock clad feet pattering across your room and slowly pulling your door open. You made your way through the house and out to the pool, letting the cool night air wash over you. A deep breath fell from your lips as you began to pace around the deck, hoping to tire yourself out enough to sleep.

After a few minutes, you heard the sliding glass door open, looking up and finding Colson stepping out with a blunt in his hand. He smiled tiredly at you, “you’re up early.”

You raised an eyebrow, “what time is it?” You figured it was 4, maybe 5 am.

“Almost 7,” he looked concerned, “you okay?”

You were trying to figure out how you managed to stay up until 7 am without a wink of sleep, “yeah, just couldn’t sleep. It’s cool though. Why are you up?”

Colson lit the blunt as he spoke, “couldn’t sleep either.”

Day eight

You found yourself curled up on the couch, reading a book at 5:30 in the morning after hours of trying to fall asleep. You swore if you stayed in your room a second longer, you’d break something, so you snuck out to the TV room with the most boring book you could find.

“Do you ever sleep?” Colson’s voice surprised you, making you jump lightly in your seat. The man chuckled at your reaction, taking a seat next to you.

You pouted at his glee, “I could ask you the same thing.”

He shrugged, “sleep is for the weak.”

A sarcastic chuckle fell from your lips, “oh yeah, I feel so strong and cool right now.”

The man laughed with you, but soon turned serious, “serious though, are you good? Both nights this week I haven’t slept you’ve been awake, and I know you don’t take naps.”

You sighed, “it’s just insomnia, I’ve been dealing with it on and off for a couple years now. It’s not a big deal.”

He cocked his head in curiosity and worry, “how much sleep have you been getting?”

You ducked your head in embarrassment, “I slept for an hour at like 3, hopefully I’ll fall asleep again at some point tonight.”

Colson frowned, “can I help at all?”

A small smile fell upon your face, “sometimes talking helps, but honestly not much else. It’s not that big of a problem, though. I’ve been dealing with this for a while, I’m used to it.”

He looked shocked, “dude, you sleep for a few hours every night! That’s a problem. I don’t even know how you’re still alive.”

“Like you’ve never gone a couple days in a row without sleeping,” you said sarcastically.

“No! I go to sleep late as fuck, but I sleep eventually most nights. You’re on a whole different level.” His tone was slightly defensive, if not concerned, “do I need to get you some pills or something? I can do that.”

Your eyes went wide, “Jesus, Kells, no. I have enough to deal with, I don’t need another addiction on my hands too.”

He chuckled, “I’m just saying it might help. I’m assuming weed does nothing?”

You sighed sadly, “it did for a while, but I think my body got used to it. I just have to wait it out until I inevitably pass out.”

“Well, guess I’ll just bother you until you fall asleep.” He relaxed further into the couch, throwing an arm around your shoulders.

“Colson, you really don’t have to-“

“You won’t let me get you drugs, so I’m gonna stay up with you. It’s the least I can do.” He smiled widely, knowing he would get his way.

“You’re ridiculous, you know that, right?”

Day Twelve

“You think that Captain America has the best character arc? Seriously?”

Your nightly chats with Colson had moved into his room after Baze was woken up by Colson’s loud laughter during a conversation about what type of dogs you’d both be. So, you were sat cross legged on his bed, facing each other in deep conversation.

The man tried to defend his stance to you, “okay, I know everyone loves Tony’s whole asshole to hero thing, but Captain America went from this goody two shoes to this badass criminal and he still got the girl in the end.”

You shook your head, “you’re just wrong in every way. I’m not even saying Iron Man had a better story, but literally every other character developed more than Steve. He wasn’t that badass in the end, and the fact that he went back to get the girl just proves he never really changed all that much. He was static.”

“So, you’re telling me, if we watched every single movie with Captain America in it, you wouldn’t be entertained?” He crossed his arms and leaned backwards, eyeing you challengingly.

You scoffed, “the movies are fine, I just think that Marvel has produced better superheroes with better plotlines.”

“New plan, we’re going to watch every marvel movie in order and then you can tell me that I’m right.” He grabbed the remote and turned on the TV across from his bed.

Rolling your eyes, you moved back to lean against the headrest, legs spread out in front of you, “you’re not right, but I’ll watch them just to see the look on your face when you realize you’re wrong.”

Colson flopped down on the bed next to you, throwing an arm over your shoulder and pulling you so that you were leaning into his side. A yawn escaped his mouth, “if you get tired, let me know.”

You giggled, “I’m always tired, I just can’t sleep. I won’t get offended if you fall asleep though.”

He pulled a face, “I’m not falling asleep.”

About an hour into the movie the slow rise and fall of his chest indicated differently. You chuckled to yourself once you realized he had fallen asleep, turning further into his chest, and allowing yourself to get more comfortable.

Somewhere between 4 and 5 am, you found your eyes finally closing of their own accord, unconsciousness washing over you.

Day 17

Since starting your marvel movie binges with Colson, you’d found yourself getting more sleep. You couldn’t tell if it was from the movies or from Colson, but either way something seemed to be working.

Tonight, however, even your new routine wouldn’t lull you to sleep. You tried every breathing exercise in the book, but nothing seemed to work. Colson had fallen asleep a while ago, his arm wrapped around you as per usual, so you couldn’t talk yourself to sleep.

So, you decided to take a stroll around the house, hoping the small form of physical activity would help. But in order to get out of bed, you would have to find a way out of Colson’s embrace without waking him up.

You slowly and gently grabbed his hand and removed it from your side, laying it on the bed next to you. Then, you sat up slowly, only to be pulled back into his chest, “where’re you going?”

His voice was deep and gravelly, sleepiness very evident. You responded with a whispered, “I can’t sleep, was gonna go walk around.”

He pulled you in closer to him, nuzzling his face into the crown of your head, “but you’re so warm.”

You chuckled, cuddling into the man, “fine, I’ll stay.” You tried to close your eyes and find sleep, but again, none came. Sighing, you accepted that you would be stuck in your current position, realizing there were worse things than being wrapped up in a beautiful boy’s arms.

Day 25

“I know aliens probably exist, but do you think they’d ever take one of us to study?”

Colson chuckled at your question, “like a human in general or, like, you and me?”

“Like you or me. Do you think we’re important enough to be studied?”

He squeezed your waist, “I think you are in desperate need of sleep.”

Laughing, you responded, “I’m serious! And I have been sleeping, thank you very much.”

“Okay, fine. I think if aliens ever came to Earth, they’d probably be more interested in, like, genius billionaires or really dumb people, like people from Florida.”

You slapped his arm, “don’t be mean to Florida.”

You could feel the vibrations from his laughter, making you giggle. “Fine, but my point is they wouldn’t be interested in us unless they’re really into music.”

“Darn,” you huffed.

He raised an eyebrow at you, “you want aliens to take you and study you?”

Balancing yourself on his chest, you lifted yourself up to look down at him, “yes! That would be so fucking cool.”

He shook his head with a laugh, “you’re crazy.”

“Think about it, who else would be able to say they got studied by aliens. And then you’d know that you were important to someone, even if it is just alien scientists.”

Rolling his eyes, Colson pulled you back down into him, your hands still resting on his chest, “I don’t need aliens to know I’m important.”

“Well not all of us can be ubertalented rock stars with millions of fans,” you joked, a teasing smile on your face.

You glanced up to find his eyes trained on you, holding a softer look in them than you had expected, “I didn’t mean that.”

It took a few moments for his words to get processed by your brain, but you immediately dismissed the thought that he could be talking about you specifically. More than likely he was referencing his family in general, which you could be included in.

Day 31

To celebrate a full month in quarantine, the guys had decided to throw an in-house only party, which just meant that everyone had an excuse to drink together more than normal. You were staying mostly sober, knowing that otherwise the boys would most likely break something, most likely themselves.

You watched from your place on the kitchen counter as Rook, Baze, Slim, Dre, Irv, Dub, and Colson played a round of King’s cup.

“Y/N, you have to drink,” Rook called from across the room, “it’s a six.”

“If there’s no women playing then you just skip that card, Rookie.” You called but took a sip from your cup anyways.

Colson whined, “this is boring.” You chuckled as he moved away from the table to come stand by you, the rest of the guys continuing without him. He leaned against the counter next to your dangling leg, letting you run your fingers through his blond hair, “parties are boring now, Y/N.”

You could tell that he was gone, the alcohol having almost full control of him. “When we get out of quarantine, we’ll throw the biggest party ever, Kells,” you said, letting your hand fall to rest on his shoulder. The man grasped your hand in his and moved it back up to the top of his head, silently begging for you to continue. He turned into a cat, practically purring as he leaned into you, “hey, Kells, you tired?”

He shook his head, “no, ‘m gonna stay up with you, remember?”

You laughed softly, “it’s okay, Kells. You should get some sleep; I’ll be okay for a night.”

His arms wrapped around your middle, head burying into your stomach, “I’ll go to sleep if you do.”

“You gotta let me off this counter for that.” This was a side of Colson you rarely saw; the drunk, very cuddly version of Colson. Occasionally he’d cling on to you when he got really tired, but that was in the privacy of his room. Here he was hanging onto you in front of all his friends, though granted they were too drunk to notice anything unusual.

You hopped off the counter, taking on some of Colson’s body weight in order to get him up the stairs and to his room. Truthfully, you planned to leave him in his bed once you got him there, but he had other plans. As soon as you moved to walk away from the bed, he grabbed your arm sleepily, “why are you leaving?”

Running a hand along his jaw softly, you softly said, “I’m gonna go to my room.”

He whined, “you never sleep in your room, stay.”

You bit your lip, unsure how to respond to that, “Kells, you’re drunk, you need some sleep.”

“I can’t sleep without you.” His eyes were glazed over, making his pleading look even more appealing than normal.

Sighing, you muttered, “yes, you can. I’ll be right down the hall,” but he wasn’t taking no for an answer, hand still firmly around your wrist.

“No.”

You rolled your eyes, climbing into the bed next to him, “I’m only doing this because you need to go to sleep.” He hummed in response to that, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you tightly into him, leaving no room for you to escape even if you tried.

Day 37

Nights with Colson had slowly turned into every moment with Colson. You woke up together, ate breakfast together, spent time together. You were rarely separated for long, not that either of you minded.

At some point, the line between friends and whatever lied next had gotten blurred, but not fully crossed. You and Colson were touchy and cuddly during the day as well as at night, and everyone in the house was starting to notice it.

Part of you just wanted to kiss him and see what happened, but you knew messing with a situation like this could go very wrong very fast. So, you just left it up to him to figure out where this thing would go, knowing he probably wouldn’t make the first move either.

But as you laid in his arms, listening to his midnight ramblings, you couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if you took matters into your own hands. You watched his lips move as he spoke, wanting nothing more than to lean up and press your own against them. Of course, you would never actually do it, but it was nice to dream.

There was a lull in the conversation which was spent with your eyes dancing across each other’s face, trying to figure out what to say next. Suddenly, he blurted out, “can I get your advice on something?”

You nodded in response, a soft smile on your face. He continued, “this sounds so stupid, but there’s this girl I’ve been talking to recently and I can’t figure out if she ‘s into me or we’re just really good friends.”

You sat up slightly, perking an eyebrow up, “well what signs has she given you that she’s into you?” Your heart burned, hoping he was talking about you. It was a feeling that had been happening a lot recently whenever you were around him, which was almost all the time.

He sighed, “I mean, we talk like, all the time about everything. And I think she flirts with me, but I’m not completely sure if she’s flirting or she’s just being friendly.”

“Well, what signs say that she’s not into you?” You ask, biting your lip to hide the grin forming on your face.

Colson hesitated, “I mean, none, really. I’m just scared of messing up our friendship, you know?”

You nodded, “well, you’ll never know if you never ask her. I’m sure it’ll work out.”

He was quiet for a long time, clearly turning the advice over in his head, “I would but, with quarantine and everything, I just don’t think it’s the right time. We wouldn’t be able to actually, you know.”

Your heart fell, realizing that there was no possible way he was talking about you. It felt like every bone in your body turned to Jell-o at the realization, a lump forming in your throat. “Right, well, maybe you could invite her over to the house. Or do a cute facetime date or something.”

He nodded but stayed quiet. You fully sat up, swinging your legs off the bed. “Where are you going?” he asked softly.

Something inside of you was slowly crumbling, and you needed to get yourself out of his presence as soon as possible, “I just need to take a walk, I don’t think I’m tired enough to get any form of sleep.”

Colson let out a small “oh,” as you stood up and swiftly left the room, tears forming in your eyes.

You felt silly for letting yourself fall so easily and for thinking that he might have felt the same way. But you could’ve sworn there was something forming between you two.

And how had you never heard of this new girl? How long had that been going on?

So many thoughts swirled around in your head as you made your way downstairs and out to the empty pool deck, pacing the familiar space. You tried to convince yourself that your feelings weren’t as strong as they actually were so that this could somehow be easier, but you knew it wouldn’t work.

The sound of the door sliding open caught your attention, your eyes meeting those all too familiar blue ones. “You okay?” he asked, leaning against the wall of the house. You flashed him a fake smile with a nod. “This doesn’t have anything to do with what I just-”

“No, no,” you cut him off, “I’m just restless right now, needed to get some energy out.”

He nodded, watching you cautiously, “I’m actually super tired, so I’m gonna get some sleep. I’ll see you in a few?”

You nodded, knowing full well you had no intention of getting back into his bed, “yeah, goodnight.” You turned your head to the ground, studying the cement below your feet.

The door opened and shut, but when you looked back up, Colson was still standing outside, watching you. “I don’t know why I said that. There isn’t a girl in quarantine. Well, I mean, there is, but we wouldn’t not be able to see each other.”

Your head was spinning, trying to make sense of whatever he was saying. He kept talking, “I got nervous and chickened out and then you left and I felt like an idiot.” You looked up to him, confusion evident on your face as he continued on the borderline of rambling, “so I’m just gonna throw this out there and whatever happens, happens.”

You stared at him blankly, not fully processing his words or what was happening.

“Would you wanna go on a date with me? Or, like, whatever kind of date we can pull off here?”

Your eyes went wide in shock, the rollercoaster you had just been on emotionally twisting your mind. You didn’t speak for a few moments, making Colson nervous, but you finally got out a stuttered, “yes.”

He sighed in relief, “god I feel like such a teenager right now.”

You came back to your senses, narrowing your eyes at him, “do you realize the emotional turmoil you just put me through? I feel like I’m crazy!”

He chuckled, moving towards you, and wrapping his arms around your waist, “I know, I’m an asshole. But it was worth it, right?”

“I was literally rethinking my entire life out here,” you pouted, leaning into his touch.

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth, “I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

You rolled your eyes, “look who’s all Mr. confident now.”

The vibrations of his laugh shook your own body, “well, you said yes. This would be a completely different story if you had said no. Then I would be the one rethinking my entire life.”

You smirked teasingly, “I could always change my mind.”

He shook his head with a chuckle, “shut up.” His lips met yours, one hand reaching up to softly hold your jaw. You melted into the kiss, your arms moving to wrap around his neck loosely.

You pulled away slowly, a smile spread on your face, “this almost makes not being able to sleep worth it.”

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“I’m Here, Go Back to Sleep”

MGK x Female Reader

Warnings - None. Just pure fluff!

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Waking up to an empty bed these days wasn’t unusual these days, with the album deadline slowly creeping up day by day, Colson spent almost all of his hours in the studio, working himself to the bone to produce an album everyone can enjoy.

With your own workplace continuously overworking you, sleep or time didn’t come easily to you either. You couldn’t remember the last time both you and Colson had actually spent more than a few minutes at a time together in the same room and it was starting to become very lonely.

Leaving the cold and empty bed, after another night of hopeless tossing and turning, you sigh and drag yourself downstairs to the kitchen. Preparing for another day to survive on coffee you make one for both yourself and your boyfriend who didn’t even leave the studio last night. It was most likely he fell asleep there in the very early hours of the morning.

While the lack of sleep wasn’t new for Colson, it certainly was for you and you could feel it slowly starting to affect your mind and body.

You grab him a change of clothes, a blanket for yourself and his favourite aftershave before crossing over from the house into the converted studio space.

With the band already in session, you slipped in almost undetected, but as always, your eyes caught Colson’s immediately. You give him a small smile and walk over to give him what you had brought over.

“Babe, what are you doing up so early? You look exhausted” he whispers as he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead.

You let out a small laugh and set yourself down on the closest chair.

“Gee, thanks Col”

After a quick clothes change and the others leaving in search for food, Colson calls you over to the desk he’s working at.

“Come, let me hold you” he mumbles, stretching his long arms out in your direction.

Wrapping the blanket tightly around you, you walk over to your lover and wrap yourself around him so you were straddling him. He holds you tightly and sways gently.

“You need to get some proper rest, baby, you are going to make yourself ill” he tells you softly.

You giggle to yourself at his concern for you, knowing full well he wouldn’t take his own advice even if you begged him.

“I’ll rest when you do” is your answer and you can practically feel him rolling his eyes at you, despite not actually being able to see him as you rest your head in the crook of his neck.

The two of you sit there quietly, as colson continues to sway you and hum a track from the new album into your ear.

Despite not being able to sleep properly, something about being in colson’s arms after so long, settles you and you cannot fight the call of sleep that beckons you. Your eyes close slowly and without protest as you rest against the frame of your man, the feeling of safely enveloping you.

Colson smiles down at you, tenderly, the look of frustration and stress leaving your features as you snore lightly.

He would be lying to himself if he said he hadn’t missed these small intimate moments with you and did feel quite guilty for not making more time for you while in the process of doing this next album. You never once complained and took everything in your stride which is on of the many things he loved about you.

He couldn’t wait to look after you and treat you to something special as a way of thanks for all your support when the album was complete.

His train of thought was interrupted as he heard everyone coming back to continue the session. He panicked slightly as they all barged through the door and glared at them in an effort to silence the rowdiness they were currently displaying.

“Shhh! She hasn’t slept properly in weeks and I swear if any one of you wake her up! …” Colson hisses at his friends, before looking down at you to ensure you were still peacefully sleeping.

Slim is the first to put his hands up in mock surrender, a smirk plastered on his face as he leads the group back out the door, but he was secretly glad that this would mean Colson would be forced to take a break, even if it was just an hour or so. He knew he definitely needed one.

Once alone again, Colson lifts you up with ease and carries you over to the sofa, laying you down and climbing in beside you. He wraps his arms back around you settles in. The movement causes you to stir slightly, your eyes still closed you mumble for your boyfriend not to leave you.

“Shh baby, I’m here, go back to sleep”

[storiesforallfandoms]

you don’t own me ~ machine gun kelly

word count: 1610

request?: yes!

“Hey lovely! Can i please request an argument with MGK that leads to angry sex? Idm what about you always come up with awesome ideas. Thank you :))”

description: after he gets jealous and possessive over her, they have a fight that ends better than expected

pairing: machine gun kelly x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut (absolutely ruthless, rough anger fucking)

masterlist (one, two)

I rolled my eyes as Colson slammed our front door behind him. I kicked off my heels and made my way to our shared bedroom, already starting to take down my hair and unzip my dress.

We were having a perfectly fine evening at the club with our friends. We were all drinking, dancing, generally having a good time. It was the perfect night out.

Until I stumbled away to the bar and a guy started to talk to me.

It was nothing serious. He tried to hit on me while I got a glass of water, I politely turned him down, and he equally politely apologized. The two of us began to talk for a while as I sipped my water. It was enjoying the conversation until Colson stepped between us, glaring daggers at the guy.

“She’s spoken for, dude,” he said. “Kindly back off.”

“Colson,” I said, “we were just talking.”

“Yeah, no worries, man. She already told me she was here with someone,” my conversation partner said.

“Yeah, well, now that someone is taking her away. I’d suggest you fuck off and stay gone.”

It was sage to say that effectively ruined the night.

I was so pissed off over the encounter that I didn’t feel like I could enjoy the rest of the night. I told Colson I was leaving - taking a cab home since we hadn’t drove there and I wouldn’t be waiting up for him. He insisted on coming with me despite how much I wished he wouldn’t.

And that’s how we ended up in the tense atmosphere of our shared bedroom. My dress pooled at my feet and I stepped out of it. I could hear footsteps approaching the door and spun around to glare at Colson.

“Get out,” I hissed.

“What is your problem?” he questioned. “Why are you so pissed off with me?”

I put my hands on his chest to try and shove him out of the room, but he was much taller and stronger than me. He barely budged and instead put his hands on my shoulders to stop me.

“I don’t want to fucking talk to you,” I said. “Either get the fuck out or I will go to the guest bedroom.”

“Neither of us are going anywhere until you tell me what’s going on.”

I managed to shove him away from me. I pointed in his face and sneered, “You don’t get to dictate who I talk to. Unless someone is clearly flirting with me, there’s no reason for you to step in and act like a prick. I’m not your fucking property. You don’t fucking own me!”

He scoffed. “That’s your problem? Sorry that I don’t like other guys talking to you, but - ”

“There’s no buts! Colson that’s not fucking okay!”

“I said I was fucking sorry, okay? Can we drop it now?”

I rolled my eyes and shoved past Colson. It was evident that I wasn’t getting anywhere with him and I didn’t want to stand there all night trying to explain to him why his possessiveness pissed me off.

I went to the spare room and tried to close and lock the door before Colson followed me in, but I was too slow. He charged into the room, anger written on his face. I was feeling incredibly annoyed with him now.

“Don’t walk away from me,” he hissed.

“Bite me, fuck face,” I snapped in response. “I’ll do whatever the fuck I want, and I won’t have your possessive ass trying to control me!”

His hands were on me, shoving me against the nearby wall. His face was inches from mine. He was so angry I could feel the warmth radiating off of his face. Or maybe that was my own anger.

I was shocked to feel Colson’s lips against mine. It was a rough kiss; his lips harsh against mine, his teeth nipping at my lips, his tongue fighting for dominance in my mouth. His hands grabbed roughly at my still half naked body, trying to unclasp my bra. I shoved him away and discarded my bra in a quick motion.

Our lips collided again as I grabbed at his shirt. We parted just long enough for me to pull it off and throw it away onto the floor.

It was my turn to be rough and dominant as I shoved Colson down onto the bed and straddled his lap. I could already feel his hard member poking through the layers between you. I rocked my hips against his, gaining friction between us and causing a moan to escape from Colson’s lips. I leaned down to start kissing over his bare chest and up his neck and jawline.

“You wanna be fucking possessive?” I said into his ear. “Then show me who I fucking belong to.”

And with that, it was like a fire was ignited in Colson. He grabbed me and flipped us over so he was on top. He ripped my panties off - literally - and tossed them to the floor before making quick work of discarding his own pants and underwear.

He put a hand around my throat and pinned me down to the bed. With his other hand, he lifted my lower half so that my legs were wrapped around his waist and he lined himself up with my entrance. With one quick thrust, he was filling me deeply, his hand tightening around my throat to create a lightheaded sensation.

Usually, Colson would give me time to adjust to him, but this time was different. He started railing me immediately, his thrusts so rough that he was shaking the bed and you could hear the sound of his skin slapping against mine with each thrust inwards.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said. “Beautiful face, beautiful body, beautiful pussy. And you’re all mine, aren’t you?”

I nodded, then squeaked as Colson squeezed my neck again.

“I said you’re all mine, aren’t you?” he repeated.

“Yes!” I cried. “Yes baby, I’m all yours! Fuck, I’m all yours!”

His dick was basically abusing my g-spot. I could feel his tip repeatedly hitting the spot with every thrust and it was causing a mixture of both pain and pleasure. I genuinely felt like he was about to split me in two. Between the pleasure and his hand around my throat, I felt like I was beginning to see stars.

I dug my nails into his back and Colson hissed as I dragged them along his skin. I looked up into his blue eyes, full of lust and a touch of anger still from our fight, and felt my walls tighten around him.

“I-I’m g-gonna cum,” I stuttered out.

“Cum on this dick, princess,” he coaxed. “Let me feel you squeezing the fuck out of me, baby. I won’t be far behind, I promise.”

I threw my head back and let out a scream of pleasure as my orgasm ripped through me. My walls contracted around Colson and I could feel his dick twitch inside of me in response. It wasn’t long until his thrusts became sloppy and stuttered until he pressed himself against me as much as he could as he shot his load deep inside of me.

Colson rolled off of me after a few moments and went to the bathroom to get the two of us wet cloths. My legs felt like jelly, which made me regret my decisions considering I was still upset and didn’t want to be near him.

When he got into bed, I rolled onto my side with my back to him.

“Hey,” he said, sounding genuinely hurt. “What about post-sex cuddles?”

“I’m still upset, Colson,” I said, my voice small. “You don’t get to dictate who I talk to just because of their gender. Don’t you trust me?”

“Of course I do, babe. I know you’d never flirt with anyone else. I know it’s cliché to say, but it’s other guys I don’t trust because I know what it was like to be like that. I used to flirt with any girl who gave me attention, no matter if she had a boyfriend or not. I was an absolute idiot for it, but I was young and stupid. I know you’d never flirt with another guy or cheat on me or anything. I just don’t want another guy to hurt you.”

I rolled onto my back to look at him. He no longer looked angry but rather upset. With the two of us sobering up, and with the post-sex emotions running wild, I guess we were finally having a real conversation and not just yelling and fucking.

“I know how other guys are, too,” I told him. “But you still have to trust me. If you don’t like a guy I’m talking to, that’s fine. I don’t mind if you’re jealous. You’re kind of cute when you are. But unless you see I’m in distress in any way, you  don’t have to come barging over and claiming your territory. I know I’m yours, and I have no problem letting other guys know that myself.”

Colson opened his arms to me and I finally allowed myself to cuddle up against him. He ran a hand through my hair and kissed my forehead.

“I love you,” he said. “I’m sorry I made you so upset. I promise I’ll try to control my temper in the future.”

“I love you, too. I know you’re sorry, and I accept your apology.” I paused before adding, “The angry sex was pretty hot, though.”

Colson laughed and kissed my forehead again before we finally managed to settle down and drift off to sleep.

*not as smutty as i originally planned but i’ll be honest i lost my writing mojo like halfway through 😅*

[ticketstomydaydreams]

Birthday Girl (18+)

REQUEST

Colson x Female Reader

Summary: It's your birthday and your boyfriend Colson can't keep his hands off you

Word count: 2,922

Feels: Total smut with a tiny bit of fluff

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, oral sex, butt stuff

A/N: This is for the anon who requested dirty talk, with praise, and plenty of Colson going down. Hope you love it. I got a bit carried away because I reeeally enjoyed writing this one! 😈

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Standing at the bar, you sip on the cocktail the bartender just passed you, the warmth of the alcohol sliding down your throat, adding to the tipsy buzz you already felt. You shift from foot to foot, your feet starting to ache now you’d stopped dancing. Maybe wearing 6 inch heels when you’d planned a night out dancing wasn’t the wisest idea, but it was all part of the fun. As you go to take another sip of your drink, you feel hands on your hips as your boyfriend, Colson, comes up behind you “Hey birthday girl”, he murmurs into your ear before nibbling your earlobe, sending shivers down your spine.

You lean back into him “Hey you”

“It’s killing me, watching you dance in that damn outfit. I want those sexy legs back over my shoulders right now..” he growls against your neck as he presses himself into you

“Oh yeah? You tired of waiting?” you reply, glancing over at the bartender making sure you don’t have an audience as you wiggle your ass back against Colson’s crotch, feeling him start to get hard.

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Earlier that night

“Damn Y/N!” Colson says, as he walks out of the bathroom and sees you sitting on the edge of the bed fastening your heels, his eyes widening as he took in your outfit. The sequin mini dress hugged all of your curves and the height of your silver heels gave you legs for days. Your dress was so short it had ridden up when you sat down leaving your black lace underwear peeking out as you leant down, fastening the straps on your heels

Staring at you with lust filled eyes “You look like a goddess” he says, as he moves quickly towards you and pushes you back onto the bed, pressing his lips hard against yours and sliding his hand up the outside of your thigh, pushing your dress up further

You break away, giggling “Colson! I just finished getting ready!”

Ignoring you, he kisses you hungrily again, sliding his tongue into your mouth and you can’t help but melt into the kiss as you feel your core start throbbing with lust at the sensation

You pull back, determined to not give in and protest again “I don’t have time to redo my hair and make up, we have to leave soon!”

“Okay, okay” he says, taking your hand as he stands up, pulling you back up to a seated position “I won’t mess up your hair...But I am gonna make you cum before we go out”

He shoots you a dirty smile, as he kneels down in front of you, reaching behind you to grab you by the ass, pulling you to the edge of the bed.

You lean back on both hands, as he slides his hands up underneath your dress, pulling your thong down and over your feet, tossing it behind him. 

You hook your legs over his lean shoulders, the silk of his shirt smooth against your calves as he kisses the inside of your thigh 

"I guess we do have a bit of time…" you purr, the last word of your sentence trailing off into a soft moan as he moves closer to your core and  gently traces his tongue over your clit. 

He locks eyes with you as he teases his tongue against you, moving painfully slow as you gaze back at him, your breathing heavy. 

"Quit teasing Col, we don't have time for this" you whine softly, grinding you hips against his face

"You don't need to tell me twice" he says, as he pushes up behind your thighs, so you fall back onto your elbows and delves his tongue into your now soaking wet entrance. 

"Fuck…" you moan, your eyes squeezing closed as he thrusts his tongue in and out of you. 

He slides his tongue back up to your clit, licking hard strokes from side to side as you reach one hand down and run it through his messy blonde hair, your hips grinding up against his face covering his chin with your wetness. 

Tongue still working against your clit, he slides his middle finger inside you and curls it, beckoning against your g spot causing your moans to get even louder. He slips another finger in with his middle and you feel the cold metal of his ring press against you as you groan at the feeling of him stretching you further. 

He keeps going, and it's barely been a couple of minutes before you gasp out between ragged breaths "Oh fuck, Colson, I'm gonna cum…" 

With his free hand wrapped around your thigh and  pressed against your stomach, holding you down as you grind up against him, he picks up his pace.

You grasp a fistful of his hair as you feel your orgasm coming and you groan out his name

"Colson, God, shit…" 

You feel you the knot inside you snap as the pleasure sears through your body, your walls clenching hard around him as you feel your orgasm start flooding over his fingers. He pulls his face back and watches you as you ride out your orgasm, your head thrown back in pleasure as you grind yourself against his hand. 

“God, you look fucking beautiful when you cum” He says as he curls his fingers one more time before slipping them out of you, causing you to look down at him. He stands up on his knees and cups his other hand around your neck pulling you towards him so he can press a long lingering kiss to your lips, now swollen from biting them as you came.

"You've got that freshly fucked glow" he says, scanning over your face with a needy look in his eyes as he squeezes your thigh, his hand still dripping wet. It runs through your head, ah whatever, who cares if I'm late to my own birthday night out… but just as you're about to say that, you hear Slim shouting from downstairs "The Uber will be here in 5 minutes guys, hurry up…" 

"We definitely don't have time to fuck then huh?" 

You bite your lip and shake your head, smiling

"Seems not babe, as much as I'd love to continue this… looks like you're gonna have to wait for yours" you say, sticking your tongue out and throwing him a teasing wink 

You stand up off the bed, your legs a little wobbly and you reach out to grab your discarded thong that Colson is now twirling around his finger

"Hey! Don't snatch" he says, as he stands up "Don't want to have to spank you like a bad girl on your birthday"

You roll your eyes as you pull your underwear on, readjusting your dress and grabbing your handbag from the dresser, quickly checking your hair in the mirror. Walking past him towards the door, you turn and reply with a sultry look "It's not like a spanking would be a punishment would it?" 

He follows behind you quickly, grabbing your ass hard "Stop it now, or we'll never go out" 

Walking down the stairs, Colson holds your hand, giggling at your clumsy gait, your legs still wobbly post orgasm. 

"Come on guys. Slim is out there holding the ride for us.." Rook says from the bottom of the stairs 

"Sorry, we were just, um…" you start 

"I was just wishing Y/N happy birthday" Colson chimes in

"Yeah, we all heard. Happy birthday indeed! " Rook replies, causing you to blush slightly as Colson starts laughing 

"Okay gang, LET'S GOOOOOOO" He shouts. You squeal his name as he bends down and quickly picks you up, throwing you over his shoulder in a fireman's lift as he runs towards the door

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"You wanna get outta here?" Colson says, turning you around to face him so your back is against the bar "I need you now Y/N" he murmurs against your lips, his hands gripping your hips tightly. 

"And ditch my own birthday party? Hmm, I don't know…" you tease, raising an eyebrow "You gonna make it worth my while?" 

Colson leans down and whispers into your ear

"I'm gonna make you cum so hard, again and again until you're begging for me to stop"

That was all you needed to hear and you could feel your body aching for him, your core throbbing in anticipation. You quickly scan around the club, looking over his shoulder and see that your friends are all occupied. "Quick, let's go now before anyone sees us leave" 

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The whole cab ride home, Colson keeps his hand between your legs, rubbing his fingers against your clothed clit and smirking as he watches you try not to react, your eyes trained on the back of the driver's head, willing him not to notice. The 10 minute journey felt like it took an hour, the now soaked lace of your underwear, feeling restrictive against your swollen clit

As you pulled up to the house, Colson thanked the driver and you mumbled a quick thanks, too flustered to speak properly. Colson jumped out of his side of the cab and headed round to your side, holding the door open for you and offering his hand to help you out. Leading you towards the front door, Colson drops your hand and starts fumbling in his various pockets for his keys. Impatient and way too horny, you put your arms around his waist as you stand behind him and slip your hand in the waistband of his low slung jeans and into his boxes, pumping it up and down the hard shaft of his cock. He groans at the sensation. 'Heh, that isn't helping you know' he says, finally finding his keys and unlocking the door but staying rooted to the spot a few moments longer, relishing the feeling of your hand wrapped around him. "Your little stunt in the cab wasn’t exactly playing fair either” you reply, squeezing your hand a little harder

"Right, get inside" he says, a demanding tone in his voice as he lifts your hand out of his pants and all but drags you over the threshold. As soon as you pull the door closed behind you, Colson pushes you back against it, his hands roaming over your chest and down your waist as he connects his lips with yours roughly in a lust charged kiss, groaning into your mouth as you suck his bottom lip between your teeth. “I need to taste you again, turn around” he says, flipping you round, bending you over slightly and pressing your hands against the door with his, as he buries his face into your neck, biting the spot that always drives you wild. With one hand still interlaced with yours against the door, he reaches his other hand under your dress and pushes your thighs apart, forcefully tugging your thong to the side and sliding two of his fingers inside of you in one fluid motion causing your legs to buckle slightly. Feeling how wet you are, he chuckles softly into your ear “You really did enjoy that cab ride huh babygirl”

You moan in response, as he lets go of you with his other hand to  push your dress up further over your curves. He kneels down behind you “God, I love your ass” he murmurs as he bites one of your cheeks before lightly spanking it, his fingers still working inside of you.

He pulls away from you and you whine at the lack of contact, “Don’t stop Col” you say breathlessly. “Oh, I’m not stopping, don’t you worry” he responds as he drags your thong down, lifting your leg to slide it over your ankle. He nudges your legs even wider and you tilt your ass out further in anticipation, yearning for him to continue. With both hands, he spreads your ass cheeks apart before burying his face between them, his long tongue thrusting against your g spot repeatedly, your hands sliding down the now steamy glass door as you try to steady yourself. He pulls his tongue back and probes it against your ass eagerly, his hands pushing your ass cheeks up higher as he traces his tongue down to your clit, flicking it harshly across your throbbing bud. “ Shit Colson” you shout in pleasure “You’re gonna have me cumming so fucking fast” He carries on his quick pace, back and forth over your clit until you’re screaming out, your legs shaking uncontrollably as you cum into his mouth.

You’re gasping for air, the high of your orgasm flooding through you as he stands up behind you, leaning into your ear as he unbuckles his belt and pulls out his thick, hard cock that’s been straining against his jeans  “You ready for more?” he murmurs into your ear as he pumps his shaft and then slaps it against your ass cheek.

Unable to get your words out as you catch your breath, you nod your head needily in response. Seeing your eagerness, he reaches under your left thigh lifting it up, his other hand guiding himself as he rubs the swollen tip of his cock against your clit before teasing it against your slick entrance. You push back against him and he thrusts into you hard, to the hilt, quickly moving his right hand to your hip to steady you. He growls out a husky “Fuck”, pulling back slowly and slamming back into you.  "I love being inside you, your beautiful tight pussy gripped around my cock". He repeats this action a few times, teasing you, revelling in seeing you thrust back against him, desperate for more.

“You’re needy tonight huh?” he smirks, continuing to tease you with slow strokes, in and out

“Quit it Col, I need you” you moan, as you push your ass back, taking all of his length

“Fuck, you’re so hot” he mumbles, pushing your hair off your back and running his hand from your neck, all the way down your spine to your ass as he slowly glides through you again

“Don’t make me beg on my birthday…” you pout, giving him a sultry look over your shoulder

“Pound me”

“Damn, you know that sexy pout will get you anything you want beautiful” he says, leaning forward and pressing a long, lingering kiss to your lips. He drops your left leg back to the floor and dips his hand into the front of your dress, stroking over your breast before pinching your nipple, hard. “You asked for it babygirl”

Gripping your hips with both hands, he pulls back and slams into you, thrusting furiously making you cry out in ecstacy. Pounding into you, he brings a hand to his mouth, running his middle finger over his tongue, coating it and slips it between your cheeks, rubbing it against your ass. Your moaning increases at the sensation and he slips his finger into your tight hole, stretching it out. He works his finger in time with his thrusts and you try to keep yourself together. The feeling of having both of your holes filled, sending you soaring towards the edge. “Oh god, Col, that feels so fucking good. I’m gonna cum soon”

Hearing this he wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you back against his chest as he slides his hand down, delving between your folds and rubbing fast strokes against your soaking clit. It’s too good and you feel your legs buckle as the pleasure builds tenfold. He presses his arm tightly against you, holding you up, one hand on your clit, his finger fucking your ass as he buries his swollen length inside you.

Your screams of pleasure, echo around the hall, your stomach tightening and vision blurring as your orgasm starts searing through you “Fuck, yes, I’m cumming, I’m cumming”

“Ah yeah, cum for me baby… I’m right behind you"

"Jesus, Colson, yes…" 

"Fuck I love hearing you moan my name while I fuck you” he groans, his breath coming in short ragged bursts, his thrusts getting more urgent

You keep shouting his name between moans “Colson, shit, Colson…”

He lets out a lengthy groan and growls “Fuck” as his thrusts become erratic and his orgasm hits, filling you with his hot cum as your walls clench around him

He wraps both arms around you, hugging you into him, your back tightly pressed against his chest, your clothes now clinging to your bodies with sweat. 

“I fucking love you Y/N” he says, kissing the back of  your neck. As he pulls out of you, you turn around in his arms to face him, “I love you too Col” you say, as he presses his forehead down onto yours. Your sweet moment is interrupted as you hear a car pull up outside the front gate, everyone arriving back from the club. He pulls away from you and quickly picks up your discarded thong, tucking himself back into his boxers as you try to shimmy your dress back down

“I wouldn’t worry too much about your dress, that thing is coming straight off in a minute”

He smiles devilishly as he bends down and scoops you up, your arms wrapping around his neck as he walks towards the stairs

“Your birthday fun isn’t over yet”

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[marbledaesthetics]

highlighter | mgk

pairing: colson baker x reader (unspecified gender)

warnings: none, just pure fluff

description: you put highlighter on colson

word count: 276 (smol boi)

a/n: this has been sitting in my drive for a while because i didn’t know what to do with it, but I need to post some sort of content for y’all. i should have more time to write soon hopefully

photo credits: @evawox on pinterest (also how tf is his skin so gorgeous? like it’s so glowy and i’m jealous)

masterlist

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Colson scrunches his nose slightly, squirming away from the brush ghosting over his cheeks.

“Stop moving, I’m almost done” you scold lightly, pulling his face back to you. The faint glitter settled on his cheekbones, giving him a cute glow that matched his nails.

“It tickles!” he whines, giggling as you dust the tip of his nose. “Why did I ever agree to let you do this?”

“Because you love me.” You nuzzle your nose with his for a second before pecking him. “And now you look gorgeous, so you can’t even complain.” You hop off his lap, pulling him up with you to show him.

 He tugs you to him, pressing another soft kiss to your lips. “Never ’ll look as pretty as you, babe.” 

“Lies, but I’ll let you get away with it ‘cause you’re so damn cute.” You turn him towards the mirror before he can argue, pressing a kiss to his shoulder blade. 

You had decided to put some highlighter on his cheeks when he had smothered you with affection while you were trying to do your makeup, and the soft glow flattered him, pairing well with his nails and long sleeves. He looked soft, cozy as he turned and wrapped himself around you, pecking kisses all over your face. “It looks nice, babe.”

“Of course it does; it’s on you,” you tease, drawing a slow, soft kiss from his lips.

“Well, I think the artist should get some credit, too.” He indulges himself in a few more gentle kisses before pulling away so that you can finish your own makeup. “I’ll be patient and let you finish, so we can go.”

[i-think-i-did-it-again]

The Tour XV

Warning: swearing, violence, smut

Your conversation with Rook had you so tense you could barely see straight. You didn’t get a chance to say much to him after his confession, interrupted by everyone else piling onto the bus to head to the next destination. Colson could sense the weirdness between you but he didn’t say anything, almost like he was letting you come to him.

You couldn’t really accept that Rook meant the horrible things he’s said to you about Colson. You tried to not let it bother you but deep down you knew it was something that you worried about, in the back of your mind. You’d spent the last few weeks with him waiting for the other shoe to drop. 

You’re not really sure where you two are given your conversation the night before so when the bus quiets down and everyone begins their rituals for bed, you scoot into your usual bunk and try to let sleep overcome you. Rook hadn’t really said much to you but he hadn’t been rude either. When you stopped for dinner, he stood outside the roadhouse bathroom for you for safety. He didn’t say anything and you didn’t ask him to, he just did it anyway. You can tell deep down that the two of you will work through your issues but it still hurts that he said what he did.

The sound of your curtain pulls you from your thoughts and arms wrapping around your waist and yanking you from your warm bed makes you squeal with fear. You try to fight whoever it is, not sure if everyone is pulling some tour bus initiation with you or if someone has broken onto the bus. You flail in the strangers arms until you hear a familiar voice.

“Baby, it’s just me,” Colson whispers in your ear and you instantly relax. Your heartbeat slows and your breathing evens out. 

“You scared the shit out of me,” you pout as he sets you down in the aisle. He looks sexy in nothing but workout shorts and no t-shirt and you take a second to drink him in.

“Hey, my eyes are up here,” he teases you, half covering his body with his hands. “Why are you sleeping in the bunk and not in my bed?”

“Oh I…” 

You don’t really have a reason. You would be more than happy to sleep in his bed but you weren’t sure if he’d want that given you’ve only done it once on the bus and that was before everyone knew about the two of you.

Will everyone just assume we’re fucking all night?

Sharing a bed to only sleep feels…couple like. You’re trying to push down that desperate need almost every woman has to ‘label it’ but it seems almost unavoidable at this point. You realise by the confused look on Colson’s face that you didn’t actually answer his question so you fumble for reason.

“I was waiting for you to invite me,” you lie quickly, covering your discomfort with a small smile.

“Just take her and fuck her already,” Rook groans from his bunk and your cheeks immediately heat.

“What the fuck is your problem?!” Colson rips his curtain open and glowers at his friend. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Rook answers calmly but his eyes dart to your face and Colson catches the movement.

“Oh my fucking god Rook,” Colson growls. “Are you in love with her?” he spits the words like they’re venom in his mouth.

The very heated conversation has garnered the attention of everyone on the bus now and Sophie and Sam now stand at the door that separates the bunks from the front of the bus, watching the drama unfold uncomfortably. You want to say something, anything but words don’t seem enough at this point and you’re pretty sure Rook wouldn’t listen to anything you have to say right now anyway.

“Answer the fucking question asshole,” Colson screams in his face.

He practically drags Rook from his bunk and flings him to the floor. Sophie grabs your arm and pulls you away from the commotion as Rook jumps to his feet. You want to stop whatever is about to happen but Sophie won’t let you go.

“Let them work it out,” she whispers in your ear and you can feel the horrified expression on your face at her sense of calm.

“They’ll kill each other!” you screech at Colson takes his first swing at Rook, his fist connecting with Rook’s jaw. Rook recovers quickly and swings back.

“It’s the way they do things,” Sophie shrugs but doesn’t let your arm go.

“YOU HAD YOUR FUCKING CHANCE AND YOU BLEW IT!” Colson screams in Rook’s face as he pins him to the wall.

“THAT DOESN’T MEAN YOU GET HER!”

You almost think they’ve forgotten you’re standing right there and the feminist in you is pissed but you can see Sophie’s logic. Rook’s words earlier weren’t about you, they were about Colson. About his concern for Colson's intentions. He just doesn’t want you getting hurt because he doesn’t want to lose either of his friends. Maybe part of it is still a possessive jealousy he feels that it didn’t work out with the two of you but that was years ago and he’s dated since. It’s not like he hasn’t moved on but the thought of you with Colson brings the feelings rushing back.

Would that have changed my decision after Colson kissed me for the first time?

The guilt that overtakes you at the answer to your internal question is crushing. Nothing could change how you feel about Colson, not even the possibility of hurting your best friend. You wish you could blame it on having been single for so long that you missed the feeling of being wanted but you know that’s not the truth. It’s because it’s Colson that wants you and nothing else. The man you’ve craved since the moment you met him, so much so that even Rook noticed it.

“Because you never looked at me the way you look at him.”

Colson and Rook are bloodied and bruises forming on both their faces. Their fight doesn’t look to be ending but you can’t stand watching them destroy each other for one more second. You pull away from Sophie and push your body between the two of them. Instantly, their fists stop and you can feel their ragged breathing as you press your palms into their chests. 

“Stop, please,” you beg them. You feel a drop of blood from Colson’s nose drop onto your arm but you don’t pull away. “I don’t want you to kill each other over me, that’s stupid and pointless. Besides, neither of you are actually mad at the other.”

“Like fucking hell I’m not,” Colson growls, trying to move you out of his way but you stand firm.

“No, you’re not. You’re pissed because you’re worried he’s going to do something to get between us but trust me, that is not what’s happening here and you,” turn to scrutinise Rook’s battered face. “You’re mad at yourself for not speaking up and because I didn’t ask for your input about Colson and me but here’s a fucking newsflash, you will not now nor will you ever have a say in my relationships. We went on one date a lifetime ago and you’ve been with plenty of women since so don’t you dare play the victim with us. This is a good thing that is happening to two of your closest friends, why would you want to stand in the way of that?”

Rook doesn’t answer you. He pushes away and stalks off to the kitchenette, pushing past Sam and Sophie. They each give you both a small smile before following after him. You know you probably should too but you also know you’re the last person Rook wants to see or talk to right now. He hates it when you’re picking a movie or what to have for dinner and he especially hates it right now. You’re always right. He can’t fight logic, he can’t fight rationality and he hates that about you. You’re always logical and rational about even the most minor decisions in life.

“Let’s clean your face up,” you grab Colson’s hand to lead him to the small bathroom. 

It’s slightly suffocating with the two of you in there but you don’t mind the feeling of his body pressed against yours. You grab a washcloth from the small pile under the sink and dampen it. You gently brush the blood away from under Colson’s nose, rinse it and repeat. Once the blood is gone, you wipe the cloth on his bloodied lip and the blood staining his chest and stomach. When you’re sure he is sufficiently clean, you turn back to the sink and wring the washcloth out, placing it in the small hamper in the bathroom. You rinse your arm under the water, washing away Colson’s dry blood, and your hands with soap. In the tight space, your ass brushes against Colson’s crotch every time you move. You feel his dick respond so you deliberately push back a little firmer until he growls. Wrapping his hand around your throat, he pulls you against him.

“If you keep doing that, I’m going to have to bend you over and fuck you right here, rough and fast,” he nips at your ear and your panties pool with need.

“Do it,” you encourage him with a grin, staring at him with ‘fuck me’ eyes in the mirror.

Colson wastes no time bending you over the sink and ripping your panties down. He pulls his thick, hard cock from his shorts and rubs himself along your pussy lips a few times. He reaches around and places his hand in front of your mouth.

“Spit,” he instructs and you oblige.

Colson uses his now wet hand to lubricate his length with your saliva, stroking himself while he stares at you. Without warning, he lines himself up and plunges inside of you. You cry out and he immediately puts his hand over your mouth, muffling the curse words spewing from your lips. He spanks each one of your ass cheeks and you squeal with pleasure and pain. You can feel the handprints indenting on your skin but you don’t care.

“Dirty, dirty girl you are for daddy,” he praises you between thrusts and you’re practically a puddle under his sure movements. “I want you to come for me, can you do that for daddy?” you nod and he reaches his other hand around to rub your clit.

You drop your head, pleasure overcoming you, but Colson grabs your hair to pull you back up, burning you with his intense stare. You moan softly and grind back against him, practically fucking yourself against his dick. When he’s had enough of you taking control, Colson puts a hand on your hip and thrusts hard into you, impaling your pussy on his cock. You bite your bottom lip to keep from screaming out and his finger on your clit quickens. Before you can blink, the strongest orgasm you’ve ever had explodes through you. Your legs quiver, your pussy clenches and you’re all but falling to the bathroom floor. The only thing keeping you upright is Colson’s hands on your hips. It’s not long before he’s following your climax, thrusting roughly into you one more time before he fills you with thick ropes of cum.

Colson collapses against your back, his sweat smearing across your skin. He pants trying to drag in as much oxygen to his lungs as possible. You love the feeling of his face on your skin. the roughness of his stumble in contrast to your smooth skin. His lips brush up your spine and you shiver with his dick still inside you, softening. He kisses your shoulder blade, the top of your spine, your neck. You lean up, Colson slowly falling out of you, and you lean against him. You lift your arms over your head to wrap around his neck and you watch him in the mirror. Watch the movement of his lips, feel his hand reach under your shirt to cup your bare breasts. Embarrassment colours your cheeks as you realise he’s leaking out of you, the reminisce of your intimacy coating the bathroom floor. 

You pull away from him and grab the used washcloth from the hamper to clean the floor. You pull your sleep shorts back up to hold in anything that still remains inside you. Colson almost looks proud at that detail. He spins you, gripping your face in his hands, and kisses you for the first time since you got in here. You feel the cut on his lip as he moves against your own and he winces slightly when you run your tongue along it but he doesn’t pull back. Almost like he thinks your lips can heal him.

“We should go to bed,” you mumble against his lips. He pulls back and rests his forehead against yours.

“Only if you tell me the truth,” he murmurs and you frown at him.

“About what?” he didn’t ask you a question since he started banging you against the bathroom sink.

“Why were you trying to sleep in your bunk and not with me?” he pulls away to look you in the eye when you answer. You bite your bottom lip, unsure how to word your reasoning without sounding needy or desperate.

“I guess…we never really finished that ground rules discussion and I don’t want to assume things because it’s not like we’re together or anything, not that I care but I just, I’ve never done this before and-” you’re rambling and you know you are but you can’t stop yourself. 

Realisation appears in Colson’s eyes and he smiles at you before kissing you again. This time though, it’s passionate, full of fire and hot burning need. It’s sweet and intoxicating and overpowering. You need to pull away but you don’t want to pull away. You can’t bring yourself to end such an emotional kiss but Colson makes the decision for you.

“Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?” Colson asks you, a grin splitting his face knowing it’s the most 7th grade question in the world but you’re still practically melting that he asked it anyway.

“Ok,” you grin back and he seals it with a kiss.

This is pure joy and I’m going to enjoy every fucking minute of it.

Or so you thought.

******

Tag list: @mgklove99xx @anonymousme86

[sinofwriting]

Sweatshirt - Colson Baker

Words: 262

Summary: “Isn’t that mine?”

A groan leaves her as she looks under the same pillow for the fifth time. “Where is it?” She mumbles, moving to check the closet again. She’s getting ready to check the bathroom again, despite there not being a single item of clothing in it for once, when Colson stops her.

“Wow. What is going on?”

“I can’t find my stupid sweatshirt. It’s been missing for like a week and I want to wear it tomorrow.” She presses her forehead against his chest, with a sigh. Her sight blurring when she does and eyes slightly watering as they try to adjust. When they do, she frowns seeing the color of the top he’s wearing. “Colson,” She draws out his name, as she pulls away from him.

He gives her a smile, shuffling slightly. “Yes?”

“Isn’t that mine?” She tugs at the bottom of the top he’s wearing at the word that.

“No?” He sighs, “Yes. It is. I knew you couldn’t be in the studio this week, so this was my solution. You can have it back though.” He tells her, already taking it off to hand over.

“You’re too cute.” She tells him, drawing him down to press a kiss to his cheek. Ignoring how his ears turn red at the compliment. “I’ve been wearing the sweatshirt folded on the bench for the past week, you can have that one.

“Thank you.”

She lets out a hum, accepting the kiss he presses to her lips, before he follows it with one to her forehead, another thank you, but this one silent.

Masterlist • Ask • Ko-fi

[runnindownsunset]

heaven out of hell.

The sun is shyly trying to make an appearance at your curtains, too scared that it might be left out again after so many days of darkness. Some rays already are entering the room through a small gap in the fabric, making their way to reveal the dark scenario it's inside. You are all curled up on the bathroom floor, knees tied up to your chest and you are slowly rocking back and forth trying to calm your sickness down. You sigh, feeling that sharp pain at the pit of your stomach which is telling you are far from being okay. Your hands are gripping your legs so hard that you can feel your nails digging into it and leaving bloody marks on your pale skin. He would have said that you are too pale to even look alive and you would have given back that he should be the last to speak of that. You gulp at the idea of him talking to you, which has not been happening for the past 8 months, and which is now leading you to a spiral downward knowing that he got better, healthier and is somehow engaged to some sort of goddess, fact that won't let a chat between the two of you happen ever again. You lean against the wall behind you, the cold tiles reliving some of the pain in your back, supporting you as you feel that you might just lose it again. Your pulse is slower, you can feel your senses slow drift but your mind is well awake and it keeps showing you the moments before his last dance through your apartment door.

Are you serious?”

“Do you think I'm not? Is there any evidence in my eyes that tells you I am not serious?” you are crying your heart out as you just spelled the words.

“It's just I cannot believe you're doing me this.”

“What? What am I doing to you? Can't we just stop and take a moment to see what you're doing to me?”

“Who's the one bringing our relationship to an end?”

“Me because of you! Can't you see how broken you are?” 

“You should be and stay here to help me, not letting me down!”

“The only way I can help you is leaving you! Because if I don't you won't ever see how much help you actually need. It's not about got, it's about you.”

“Fine, then I'll go. But I won't be  you anymore once I'll get better.” 

“You're not getting the point of this, Colson. You think I just want to let you down or go which is the very last thing I'd do right now but I love you so much and I have to think about your health first.”

“Apparently I am too high on something to get that, it must have been hard for you to bear with it for all these years.”

“You want the truth? Yes, it has been, because you'll never know what it feels like to love someone so much and watch them slowly destroy themselves this way.”

At this point you're hurting so much that you think you might get a heart attack just by looking at his face. He's sweating from nervousness peaking up on him, hands shaking as he frantically picks up the few clothes being at your flat.

“I thought you were here to help me also get through this.”

“I am but it has become too much and I am slowly drifting in your same direction and it's not taking us anywhere good. Can't you really see it?”

“And what if I get better and I won't want you anymore?” words are stuck in your throat as you try to speak. His rage starts to build up and his stare, softer before, is becoming like a knife pointing at your stomach.

“Well, I guess I'll have to bear with it..”

"Yes, you'll have to because I am telling you that I won't ever need you anymore.” he pronounced those words right into your face, at just 1 inch from your mouth, his cologne filling your lungs as his wild eyes pierced right through yours with anger and disappointment.

It's funny how we are so good at keeping the most painful memories with us: you still remember your last I love you whispered at the sight of him forever walking out of your life, never heard and never taken but you cannot remember the last time he hugged or kissed you. You don't think you've ever deserved it, after all, and the memory of that it's now too unbearable to be even reminisced. He's always been way too much to even be real, and not necessarily in all the positive ways. You wanted him so bad, you really loved him of a one-of-a-kind love and because of that you had to let him go to make him focus on himself, his health and his path to an addiction-free life. You are happy he made it after all - even though without you. Even though you're now throwing up for the fourth time in a single day wishing that you could just go back in time and hold him one last time telling one more I love you before it was too late.

You jump on the floor at the loud knock on your door. Your cheek is placed on the bathroom floor, still wet from the tears of your previous panic attack. The knocks get louder and even more frequent but you cannot, in any way, find any strength to stand up and walk to the door even though you're trying your best to recollect a bit of decency and at least try to properly breathe. As you do that you can hear it getting slammed on the wall, a vase of flowers breaking into pieces as frantic footsteps wander in your apartment. You keep your eyes shut as voices start to mix up, your head is spinning becauseit's not making any sense and when you’re about to faint again you hear someone, many someones in fact, screaming your name and just one really hits you hard. He keeps calling you and you have no strength left to answer, to tell him that you are there, that he just needs to go a step forward. His footsteps are going everywhere in your apartment but there where you're laying, tears now almost choking you as you keep hearing him looking for you. Your gasps seem to be loud enough for him to be heard and there he is. 

“She's here! Oh my God!” his voice cracks up as soon as he speaks and he immediately runs to you.

"Colson..” it's just a whisper but he hears it very well. He leans over you, moving your hair behind your ear to let you hear him good enough say “I'm here��.

The light is warm and so it's the blanket covering both of you, your head resting on the pillow as you slowly try to recollect enough strength to stay awake and talk to him. He's just two inches away from your body, paying attention not to touch you but not even letting one inch more widening the gap, resting his hands on his lap, his elbow shyly approaching yours. His breath is steady and slow and you try to use it as a pacer for your own which is still frantic from before. You are still thinking it might be a dream and that he could disappear anytime soon and you would very much use this time to wrap yourself around him and tell him anything you need to say, before a break into your rem phase occurs and ruins it all. 

“I was scared. Like not just scared but fucking scared. Why the hell did you not answer all the day long? To your mother, brother, sister, friends. I was.. I mean.. I thought.. ugh.” 

You did not expect so many words coming from him so you just need a moment to recollect the memories of the past 36 hours. 

“Uhm.. I don't know, I wasn't feeling very well.” he sighs and sits straight on the bed, his back facing you as he takes his head in his hands, not really knowing how to handle the rage building inside.

“Then why the fuck didn't you tell anybody? Do you know how hell worried I was? You always think that nobody cares and it's not such a big deal but it fucking is.” 

“We haven't been talking for months now so I didn't think it could be of such interest for you to know I wasn't okay. And I think it's pretty clear that I'm not.”

“If I'm not talking to you it doesn't mean I don't care.”

“How the hell could I know that, Colson? Sorry but I do not get your point.” 

“Then you think you could just disappear and I would be fine with that?” he's spitting these words out as if they were the worst joke ever heard. You also sit up to look into his eyes and you mentally curse yourself because now you're lost. They are so bright and yet now so dark, hurt and disappointed. You remember that look on his face the same day he had enough of you and you just can't take it.

“Yes” you whisper it as you try to stop the tears from falling. You still feel the salty traces on your cheeks from the previous panic attacks and in this very moment you realize how much of a mess you must be now. 

“You're crazy.”

“Then why are you even here? Why were you looking for me? Why did you have to find me passed out on the bathroom floor just to tell me I'm crazy?!” 

“I didn't mean to be here for this. - he gulps as he says that and immediately stares at his hands, fingers playing wildly as he tries to find the right words, suddenly too nervous to look at you but too excited to stay calm - I was.. I mean.. I wanted to ask you if we could talk. I texted you but I got no reply. I thought it was fair and okay at first so I tried to call you but, again, no answer. Once, twice, thee, ten, twenty times so something should have surely happened. I called your family, best friend, colleagues, no one could fucking reach you so I did one last thing. - his voice cracks at this point - I would have done any-fucking-thing to find you. Even if for one last time.” and there it goes, the total breakdown, the ace to the longest tennis match, the real knockout: him bursting out crying right in front of you. He's never been one into tears, you could count the times on the fingers of one hand and all of them were joyful and enriched with largely positive emotions. But these ones are different and you don't really know how to handle them. 

“Why?” you whisper, once again, as if the room was full of people overhearing the most precious conversation. He just wipes his face with the back of his hand covered with one of those sweatshirts you stole so many times. It hurts seeing it, thinking he might have just taken it back from his new girlfriend’s closet, now filled with his cologne. He sighs and looks at you with the most dangerously warm, dense stare. 

“You were right. Getting on this path was very much needed: I regained health, focus, passion, reason but most of all myself. I can now sense my feelings, almost touch them and I've got to give a name to many of them. But there's one which has been missing to finally finish the puzzle and it was because I didn't have the matching part with me.”  

“Which?” he stares at you, eyes firing up as his iris find their way to open yours and run down the stairs which directly lead to the centre of your hidden universe. Your heart is pounding so loud that you fear he might hear it and run away knowing that you still love him so much and that did not learn the lesson. He left you once and he might just do it one more time, not bearing the thought of you being so into something that you should have long forgotten. But his hand is now burning against your cheek while the other easily finds its way to your waist, bringing you impossibly close to him as if you were the one about to run away. Your chest is now against his, sculpted and yet so soft and warm, your arms wrapped around his neck and fingers interlocked to his hair. 

“You.” 

“What?” 

“It's you I was missing.” and with that you're kissing, in an expression of pure poetism you are tasting the bittersweet feeling of love that it takes so much from you only to reconvert it into something more powerful that is given back with such force to which you can only surrender. His lips are so eager to be on yours, him tasting better than ever as you pull him closer, not knowing if this will last and wanting any inch of him being impressed on you as the cage that's now covering the paintings on his body. His heart is wild but so is loving him, the craziest rollercoaster you've ever been on, the most difficult hike ever invented yet so easy to climb on because he's just there.

“Then.. I mean I heard you had a new one.” 

“New what?” 

“Girlfriend, stupid.” he looks at you, hands still wandering on your back. Ugh.

“Yeah.. I might have” you try to push him away “if you agree to be with me.” you sigh so loud. 

“Oh my gosh I hate you!” his laugh fills the hair as he starts tickling you so hard that you're completely out of breath. Now for a good reason, at least.

[prettytoxicrevolver]

Machine Gun Kelly

How to Navigate:

❤ Heart = Fluff  ★ Star = Taylor Swift Song Fic  ⬥ Diamond = My Favorite

Quit ❤

Coffee ❤ ⬥

Short ❤

Shower ❤ ⬥

Vacation ❤

Ball / Walk ❤ 

5 + 1: Kiss ❤

Drawing ❤

Graduation ❤

Summer ❤

Ex’s Best Friend ❤

Hold Me ❤

[lnkinpark]

blink-182 headcannons !

...

title: being besties with blink in the 2000's includes...

req: nah

warnings: like one cuss word

>> i didn't use any specific pronouns :) <<

blink masterlist

...

• u started out as their assistant

• they all got attached

• you help dye their hair

• "let's go see if y/n is down to go with us"

• travis goes to you when he gets tired of mark and tom

• you carry all of their belongings in your backpack.

• drum sticks, phones, wallets, keys, guitar picks,

• most of the time, you dont even know you have their things. they just put things in your bag whenever they please

• you get to paint their nails

• u're a walking ad for "famous stars and straps", "atticus", and "macbeth"

• travis attempting to teach u how to play drums

• touring with them (duh, you're their assistant)

• they all show up at your hotel room when they're bored

• racing down hotel hallways

• playing dingdong ditch too

• them calling you in times of need

"wait, so how did you three manage to get locked up, mark? we're in a whole different country." you asked, very confused

"travis and some guy got in a fight, and tom and i tried to break it up. we're not really locked up, they're just holding us for the night" mark explained

"is travis alright?" you asked with worry in your voice

"yeah, he's fine. he has a black eye, though" mark replied

"you guys only get one phone call, right? why'd you call me?"

"the only number we have memorized is yours .. and we need you to pick us up tomorrow at 6 a.m." mark said

"tell y/n i said 'hi'." you heard tom's voice yell in the background

"tom says hi." mark said which earned travis to yell 'hi' in the background too.

"so does travis" mark added

you started to chuckle but masked it with a sigh

"you guys stress me out" you started

"i guess i'll see y'all tomorrow morning"

"fuck yeah! you're the best, y/n. we love you" mark said with excitement in his voice

• playing video games with them

• ufo hunting with tom

• they make you sit down and will perform their entire setlist in front of you.

• ^ one of their ways of practicing

• tom constantly flirting with you

• he swears its platonic tho

• uh das it bye

[mgkxximagines]

You threw back your second sex on the beach, throat burning with pleasure as you chugged it in one go. The glass clattered on the bar, a soft growl escaping your throat. Rage coursed through you, but you knew better than to drink anymore. If you did, you’d likely end up doing something you might regret. Like slash your ex’s tires. Or maybe murder his brother. Who the fuck knew? You were a vengeful drunk. Especially when your boyfriend of four years cheats on you in your own bed.

You checked the time on your phone. It was only 11:00. You snarled and locked your phone a little more aggressively than you probably needed to, but you were pissed.

And righteously so! He had the fucking balls to cheat on you with that whore coworker of yours! Ugh, you knew the one— who always wore tiny skirts, open blouses, and was sleeping her way to the top of the company.

It didn’t matter that she didn’t do shit. Nah, it wasn’t your work she piggybacked off of— oh, wait! It was! Fucking bitch.

You didn’t realize you’d started muttering to yourself until the bartender gingerly slid you a basket of fries. Yeah, you should probably eat something. The alcohol was getting to your brain way too fucking quickly for your liking.

Your attention caught on a tall, muscular shape throwing darts at the wall. He seemed familiar but you couldn’t tell where you knew him from. Whatever. You were in Los Angeles, famous people were a dime of dozen here.

You turned back to your French fries, seething with silent rage.

It wasn’t until you’d finished about half the fries when you noticed the man watching you from the corner of your eye. You swiveled to observe him properly, your eyes threatening to water. Your gaze caught on a very, very attractive man— possibly in his mid—twenties, maybe thirties at the absolute least. Your gaze traveled over his face slowly, as though you were memorizing his features. His eyes were light and intelligent, and his mouth was quirked up slightly in a half-smile. A 5’o’clock shadow dusted his chin, but it did nothing to dampen the stunning beauty and elegance of his face. He wore a red flannel with a leather jacket over it, and you could catch the slight scent of shoe polish mixed with something sweet—- honeysuckle?

You were pulled form your open observation of him when he cleared his throat to speak.

“You okay, there, honey?

You blinked. Did MGK just call you honey?

He waited expectantly for you to answer, leaning closer as he did.

“Umm—not really, but I don’t think that’s any of your business, Colson.” You crunched a fry without breaking eye contact. “What is a big shot like you doing in a dive like this?”

He looked slightly taken aback, but he recovered quickly.

“Hmm—I guess I like to get away from it all sometimes. Life is pretty exhausting nowadays.” He sighed, seeming to forget who he was talking to for a second. “I kinda wish I could disappear for a while, but too many people know who I am.”

You rolled your eyes despite yourself.

“Oh, please. Do you know how many people would kill to be you for a day?” You snickered and added to yourself, “or to do you for a day...”

His interest in you was once again piqued. Colson eyed you curiously, with a knowing smirk.

“Can I count you among all of those thirsty fan girls, honey?”

Your posture shot upright as you frantically glared at him.

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about you, me, and lovers peak.” He purred. Colson was somehow much closer than you remembered him being mere moments before, his knee brushing your thigh softly from where he perched his barstool.

Okay. Your heart rate was going way too fast for you to be comfortable in that moment. You tried to laugh it off, though it came out as a nervous warble more than anything else.

“What, is this some kind of joke? You’re Colson Baker, the sex icon of my entire generation. And I’m a nobody.”

You tried to keep the hurt out of your voice, but it pierced through beneath your words like a shiv.

Colson’s face fell. He wasn’t smirking anymore. He felt the pain in your words as your eyes threatened to spill over with sadness. Wordlessly, he pulled you into his chest as you began silently sobbing. It hurt more than you wanted to admit. Your ex was a lying sack of shit and you didn’t know how to cope with that information. You’d lived with the guy for three years, dated him for four— he had, arguably, been your first requited love. Apparently, though, that statement didn’t ring true anymore.

It was with this revelation that you utterly broke down, letting yourself be held for the first time in who knew how long. Colson hushed you softly, humming in his sweet baritone a song that was only for you.

When your tears began to dry, you recognized just how close you were crushed to his chest. His very toned chest. The chest whose heartbeat was increasing, possibly from the same revelation; your breasts were in fact pressed into his abdomen, your arms wrapped around his waist. You coughed and began to right yourself, pulling back with flushed cheeks.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to unload on you. My boyfriend of four years cheated on me, so I’m not quite myself.”

His spine stiffened and his lips pressed into a thin line. Interesting. Colson glared at a spot on the bar as though it was to blame.

“I’m so sorry.” His hand absently stroked the back of yours, warming it with his own. “For the record, if he was stupid enough to do that, he didn’t deserve you anyway.”

You rolled your eyes. You wanted to laugh.

“Colson, you don’t even know me!” You snickered. “Goddamn, I’ve gotta be in some sort of stupid anime subplot. Don’t you have a concert to play or a girl to woo?”

His face fell only for a second before a thought made his eyes flicker with mischief.

“What if I do?” He raises his eyebrows. “Maybe you’re the girl to woo.”

Your laughter died in your throat and you swallowed hard.

He wasn’t joking.

His eyes were hungry and his hand gently squeezed your own.

He really wasn’t playing around.

“Wh...why?”

He grinned, flashing his pristinely white teeth in the dim light of the bar.

“I dunno. It might further the plot.” He winked at you impishly.

Fuck. Okay, you were hella in trouble.

You ground your thighs together in a sudden desperation, your eyelids fluttering as his hands held your own and began to trace themselves over your wrists in feather-light movements. It really shouldn’t have done anything at all, but the feeling of his calluses fingers on the sensitive skin of your inner forearm was definitely feeling like it should be obscene.

“You gonna take me up on my offer?” Colson purred.

Well.... fuck. How could you say no?

“I mean...” you forced your voice to be even-keeled. “It’s still pretty early. Maybe I will.”

He let out of soft laugh before sweeping you into the bathroom before you could blink. His lips were on your neck, gracing sinful trails of bliss across your nerves and dancing with your flesh. At your quizzical glance, he only chuckled deeply.

“I couldn’t wait that long, honey”

Any protest you might’ve had was drowned out by the moan that escaped your lips when his mouth pressed to your throat. Colson made quick work of your clothes and began worshipping your curves. His hands cupped your breasts reverently, lips ghosting over your skin and sending goosebumps flying over you. He sucked on your nipple and you had to bite your tongue to keep yourself from outright screaming.

He licked your breast once before popping back up to give you an evil smile.

“You don’t have to hold back. I don’t care who hears us. There’s no paparazzi here..” Even as he spoke, he trailed his mouth over your skin. Leaving his breath rushing across the skin beneath your ear, his hands sliding into your hair.

With an irritated mewl, you pushed him away for a second.

“No fair.” He chided.

“Uh-Uh. You. Naked. Now.”

Realization dawned on him as he quickly reassumed his sly expression.

“Mm. Whatever you say, honey.”

His clothing hit the floor and you were on him, your hands roving over the hard, chiseled planes of his body with reckless abandon. He smirked down at your tenacity, your enthusiasm as you kissed his body with a devotion that equaled his.

“Enjoying yourself, huh?”

You snorted and bit his collarbone.

“Please. This has been my fantasy since I was a teenager. Don’t at me.”

With an aggressive little groan, you nibbled at his earlobe, earning a sharp breath from him. He laughed softly at your sudden vigor.

“Mm. Be mean to me, honey.”

Now it was your turn to snicker.

“Goddamn it, Kells...”

He looked at you innocently.

“I didn’t do anything. Not one little thing.”

His fingers slipped between your legs, completely invalidating his statement. You keened under his touch, his lips capturing yours and warring for dominance.

You groaned. God, it had been so long since someone had touched you like this.

“Fuck me, Kells.” You pleaded. “For the love of God, fuck me black and blue.”

“Ugh, fuck yes.” He breathed

With a sudden burst of energy he lifted your leg and began running his length across your slit, feeling the wetness af the apex of your thighs.

“Damn, honey, how long has it been since someone’s loved you like this? You’re so fucking wet..”

His rhetorical question didn’t earn the biting sarcasm he’d expected, so Colson made the executive decision to ensure that this would be a night you’d never forget.

He sucked on your breasts one more time before cupping the backs of your legs and lifting you onto him with a grunt. With your breath sufficiently knocked out of your lungs, you managed an approving whimper before he began to move. Colson’s hips rocked back and forth with a practiced ease, his rhythm steady and heart-poundingly delicious.

His hand dropped to where you were joined and he began playing with your clit in sync with his thrusts, a decision that made you bite his shoulder to keep from screaming outright.

Goddamn, this boy knew how to move.

You tightened your thighs around his waist, locking him inside you as you felt your heart beat as one, suspended in the moment, ecstatic in the feeling of one another.

Not one to rest for long, Colson snickered and unlocked your legs with a quick buck of his hips. Fingertips dug into your waist as he gripped you roughly, rutting into you like his life depended on it. Your throat ached as you let out a guttural groan, your first orgasm leaving your legs quaking. Sensing your release, Colson slowed his pace as he worked you through it, his lips soft as his tongue danced with yours.

“Fuck.” You muttered.

He let out of breathy laugh.

“My sentiments exactly.” He pressed feathery kisses to your neck and face, letting his guard down for the first time in months. “I wouldn’t mind if this became a regular thing... we fit together so well.

Your face flushed and you met his eyes, curious.

“Wait, really?”

Colson nodded, biting his lip as he did so.

“I like you a lot—- not just because of the sex, but you’re also just... I don’t know. I’m drawn to you.”

You held back a snort, totally ruining his cute little moment of sincerity.

“Yep, this is straight up some anime shit.”

He glared at you, but his smile betrayed him.

He pulled you close, his chest pressing to yours, as he simply breathed with you in the near-total darkness.

“So you’re coming back to my place, right?”

His smirk made your heart jump with the possibilities that it held.

“Absofuckinglutely.”

[hangovercurse]

Birthday Boy

You surprise Colson the morning of his birthday

Request (kind of):  waking up colson in the middle of the night because youre horny (fic or blurb!!)

Colson X Reader

Warnings: Smut (18+), cursing

A/N: its short but... eh 

When Colson didn’t wake up before 11 am, you weren’t all that surprised. You’d been out all night celebrating his birthday, and as soon as you woke up the partying would continue. He probably needed his sleep.

But waking up beside him to his fluffy blond hair and shirtless tattooed chest, you couldn’t help the thoughts that came to mind.

Everything about him seemed so fuckable, and it was his birthday, after all, so why not wake him up in the best way you know how? You had to stop yourself from letting your hands roam all over his body, not wanting to wake him up before you’d gotten to the best part.

Sneakily, you shifted on the bed so that your mouth could reach what it craved the most, removing the covers from both of you. You slowly moved his boxers down just enough to remove his dick from their confines. He was already semi-hard and only getting harder at your touch.

You could feel him start to wake up as your nimble fingers worked their way around his shaft, pumping slowly. You licked a long stripe up the underside of his length before taking his tip into your mouth.

The man’s eyes fluttered open as he became conscious, a groan escaping his lips. You took him further into your mouth, using your spit as lube. Peeking up at him through your eyelashes, you smiled at the sight of him watching you with a lazy smile on his face.

You bobbed your head up and down on him, picking up your pace as more noises fell from his mouth. You jerked off what you couldn’t fit into your mouth with your hand, feeling the warm skin underneath you.

The taste of his salty precum alerted you that he was close, a sly smirk falling on your lips that were still sucking him off. His moans grew louder as you continued, his hands reaching down to lightly grasp your head, guiding you down onto him deeper. His hips thrusted up to meet your mouth, the entirety of which was taken up by his cock.

His movements stuttered as he drew closer and closer to his release. You stole another glance up at him, meeting his ocean blue eyes. That was all it took for him, his cum spilling into your mouth as he held eye contact with you.

You swallowed and licked him up before removing your lips from him completely, sitting up onto your knees. “Happy birthday, baby.”

He chuckled, hands wrapping around your waist and pulling you down into him, “I fucking love you.”

[daydreamingatnight209]

I’m not sure on how I feel about this one, but I’m posting it anways 😅🤞

Feedback is welcome - Hate is not ✨💕

“My Best Friend, My Girlfriend, My Everything”

Colson Baker x Female Reader

Warnings - Slight angst, fluffy ending 💕

Prompts used: Credit goes to all original owners -

1. "How drunk are you?" "V...Very." "Drunk enough not to remember tonight? "Hmm." "Good. I love you. And I'm tired of being just your best friend."

2. "He will never know that I like him." "Why?" "Because I'm just one of the million stars, and he's the moon.

3. I can’t believe it took me all these years to realise how I truly feel about you.

4. "Wow those bloodstained clothes really bring out your eyes... Of course I'm being sarcastic! Get over here and let me stitch you up!"

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Most would think that traveling with an international superstar who also happened to be your lifelong best friend, would mean hitting the jackpot in life. But realistically after a month stuck surrounded by testosterone in such close quarters with a bunch of men who often act like overgrown toddlers , you can’t help but begin to feel like a glorified babysitter. You suppose it doesn’t help that you also happen to be ridiculously in love with said best friend.

After one particular show, you found yourself back on the tour bus while the others went out to celebrate another successful show.

Just because you were Colson’s friend, didn’t mean that you didn’t have your part to play. You liked to feel useful so you took up a part time role, sharing managerial duties with Ashley. This time you found yourself working with Sam to provide visual content for the fans and ensure that Colson’s schedule was running smoothly.

When the quietness you’d been experiencing over the last couple of hours suddenly ends, You couldn’t help but internally roll your eyes. climbing out of your bunk you go to see what all the commotion was about.

You enter the main sitting space and your mouth swings open in shock. In front of you Colson’s face was caked in blood and his clothes were stained with the same substance Rook was laughing hysterically at him and Slim had a smirk on his face, which he attempts to cover when he sees the look on your face.

“What in the actual hell happened here?!” You exclaim.

“Y/N helloooooo”

Colson rushes over to try and embrace you but you hold him at arms length, not wanting to get covered in his blood.

“Look at this, how cool does this look!” He says giddily, jumping around like an overgrown puppy, trying to show the jagged cut that seems to run down his forehead.

“Oh yeah really cool, those bloodstained clothes really bring out your eyes.”

Colson looks at you with glassy eyes and a slightly confused expression on his face and a pout on this face.

“Are you being sarcastic?”

“Yes, of course I am being sarcastic! Get in there and let me stitch you up!” You shout out in frustration and worry. You leave him alone for one night and this happens!

Grabbing his hand you force yourself and his tall frame into the tiny bathroom cubicle, with the first aid kit under the sink.

Colson collapses down onto the toilet seat as you begin to clean his face.

He winces softly as you clean around the wound and begin to apply the temporary stitches.

“How did this even happen anyways?” You ask him as he fiddles with the loose threads on your jumper.

“Rook said I couldn’t do parkour over a car, so obviously I had to prove him wrong” he mumbles, the amounts of alcohol he had consumed during the night finally catching up with him.

You couldn’t help but sport a small smile on your face, because of course it was something just so stupid.

Once you were satisfied with your work, you pack away the first aid kit and attempt to pull him up but Colson just pulls you down easily onto his lap and wraps his long arms around your frame.

“You are that best person I know Y/N. I’m so lucky to have you as my friend”

How drunk are you?" You whisper as you lean against his chest.

“V...Very."

"Drunk enough not to remember tonight?” You asked curious.

Normally Colson’s memory no matter what he drinks is top tier.

"Hmm yeah, probably” he answers, resting his head on your shoulder.

At that response and the fact that you didn’t want him falling asleep in the tiniest toilet possible you stand up and grab is hand once more. He doesn’t protest when you lead him to the back of the bus to where his bedroom is.

He throws his weight into the bed and watch him crawl under the covers.

“Night Kells” you whisper and go to exit the room to head back to your own bunk.

Before you can make it through the sliding door, your best friend speaks up, his voice raspy and slightly needy.

“Stay with me?”

You hesitate at first, not really knowing If you could handle being that close to him for the entire night. Your heart was already beating twice as fast as it should, but you aren’t really great at denying Colson. You never was. So when a cracked, “please” leaves his mouth, you cave and climb under the covers with him.

It doesn’t take long for sleep to claim him but the same doesn’t happen for you. You’ve lost count of how many times you and Colson have shared a bed over the years but where he sees friendship, recently you’ve been struggling to stop the lines from blurring.

Colson wraps you up in his arms subconsciously, like he’s done so many times before, yet this time you find yourself frozen as you stare softy at his peaceful sleeping face.

“I love you Colson Baker. I love you and I'm tired of being just your best friend."

A tear escapes your eye, letting it fall, you wait for what feels forever for sleep to fall over you.

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The next morning you are up and out of Colson’s room before he awakens and do your best to avoid him and any awkward conversations that the day might entail. You weren’t exactly to ready to find out if he remembered his night.

No one really picks up on your behaviour and you think you made it through the day perfectly, before Ashley corners you backstage at soundcheck.

“You like him don’t you? In fact it’s more than that … you are in love with him”

Knowing that you can’t hide the truth from your friend, you look her in the eye and give her a sad smile.

“He can never know that I like him."

"Why?" Ash questions you.

"Because I'm just one of million stars, and he's the moon, he deserves so much better that me”

You slightly cruse the tears that begin falling once more and do your best to wipe them without ruining your make up.

Ash gives you a soft smile and shakes her head.

“I’ve seen the say that boy looks at you. You may think he’s the moon but he looks at you like you’re the one holding his entire world. Last night should have been enough evidence! It was you he wanted to patch him up, it was you he wanted attention from and it you he wanted to hold. It’s always you. It’s not about what you can give him or what he can give you, it’s simply about the love that you share and the happiness you provide each other. He doesn’t want to be Mr international superstar with you. He just wants to be Colson, your Colson.”

After her little speech, Ashley leaves you alone as you try and process her words. But you weren’t alone for long as a voice behind you startles you.

“She’s right you know.”

You gasp and turn to fave the voice you knew all too well.

“Colson! What the hell?!”

“She’s right” he repeats.

“Right about what exactly?”

“You might think I’m the moon, but you are my whole world. You are more than just a star, so, so much more.”

“Colson…” you close your eyes, unsure on if you want to have this conversation, but realistically you knew there was no escape.

Colson stalks forward, invading your personal space and holds your chin in his fingers so that you are holding direct eye contact with each other.

“I heard you last night… your confession. I wasn’t really asleep and frankly I’m surprised I remembered this morning. In all honesty i was going to pretend until you felt ready to have the conversation but after hearing what you said to Ashley, well I couldn’t pretend anymore. I can’t believe it took me all these years to realise how I truly feel about you. I can’t believe it took stupid dare inflicted injury and a single moment in a tour bus bathroom for everything to fall into place”

With shaky hands, your fingers touched the small wound on his head and caressed it lightly.

Not trusting your voice, you whisper out a quick response, “I’m so happy it did”.

Colson takes that as cue to plant a kiss on you, a moment you felt as if you could live in forever, before he pulls away to look at you.

“I’ll love, protect and cherish you, forever. My best friend, my girlfriend, my everything.”

[storiesforallfandoms]

can’t keep doing this ~ machine gun kelly

word count: 1668

request?: yes!

“Hi! I love your writing and you just seem like such a sweet, genuine person. ☺️ Can I request Colson x reader and they’ve broken up but they keep meeting up and hooking up with some smut and maybe some fluff at the end?”

description: in which they broke up a while ago but kept hooking up afterwards, and now she’s ready to end things for good

pairing: machine gun kelly x female!reader

warnings: swearing, two paragraphs of smut, angst, fluff ending

masterlist (one, two, three)

You and Colson had broken up almost a year ago. It wasn’t a bad breakup. You both had different ideas of what you wanted from your futures and realized it was best if you ended your relationship and perused the futures you wanted.

The thing is, you broke up, but you were still hooking up.

It started as a drunken mistake. You were both out at the same club and ran into each other after a couple of drinks. Next thing you knew, he had you against the wall outside of the club with one hand up your shirt while yours was cupping the front of his pants. The next morning, you were surprised to find yourself waking up in his bed. You both agreed it was the last time it would happen.

And you were both horribly wrong.

It became a regular thing for one of you to text the other looking for a quick fuck, but that’s all it would be. There was no staying the night, no cuddling, nothing romantic. You had to constantly remind one another that you weren’t getting back together before, during, and after.

You had no issue with it at first. You viewed it as just a way to get over the breakup without hooking up with randos you met at clubs. You didn’t expect it to last as long as it did. But once the months came and went, and you realized that this was starting to become less of a hook up thing for you, you realized it had to come to an end. It would be better for the both of you to finally move on.

That was the plan when you texted Colson, asking him if you could come over. You were just going to put an end to everything. Tell him you had to stop and finally go your separate ways.

But then he opened the door, just in a pair of grey sweatpants and looking at you as if he were a dehydrated man and you were the first water he had seen in a long time. And you were such a sucker for both of those things.

That’s how you found yourself face first into Colson’s bedsheets; face down, ass up, with Colson’s dick abusing your g-spot with every rough thrust. Your moans were muffled by the sheets between your teeth. His fingers were digging into your hips, guiding you back to meet his thrusts. You yelped at the sudden sting of the palm of his hand meeting your ass cheek. You could already picture the perfect handprint you’d see there later.

You cried out as Colson’s fingers met your clit, rubbing quick circles in the bundles of nerves. His thrusts were becoming sloppy, telling you he was trying to coax one last orgasm from you before he reached his own. It didn’t take him long to get it. It came rushing from you before you could realize, a scream ripping from your throat as your whole body went warm and your walls contracted around him. His dick twitched inside you before he reached his own high, spilling inside of you.

Your body, sore and used, slowly fell to the bed. Colson slipped from you as you fell, hissing at the over sensitivity. You took a while to regain yourself. As you did, Colson got up from the bed and returned with cloths to clean the two of you up. You rolled onto your back and took the cloth from him. You wiped yourself and sat up. You discarded the cloth onto the floor with Colson’s other dirty laundry and started reaching for your clothes.

“What are you doing?” Colson asked.

“Leaving?” you responded, confused by his question.

“You don’t have to,” he said.

“That’s usually how this works, Colson.”

“Well, yeah, but that’s not how it always has to be. We can change, you know. You could...hang out for a while or something, I don’t know.”

“We can’t keep doing this,” you cut him off. “This is the last time. That’s why I asked to come see you.”

You could’ve swore you saw a look of hurt in his eyes, but you were sure you had imagined it.

“Why?” he asked. “We have a good thing going on.”

“Had,” you corrected. “We had a good thing, Colson, but then we broke up. We said we were going our separate ways because we wanted different things. That’s how it should’ve ended. These last few months never should’ve happened.”

“Then why are you saying this now? Why didn’t you say anything months ago when we started fucking?”

“Because I’m seeing someone now!”

That rendered Colson speechless. He just looked at you as you continued to put on your clothes. You couldn’t meet his eye now.

“That’s why I came over,” you continued. “One last go, then we’re done. We have to move on, Colson. I told you, I want to settle down, to find someone who wants marriage and kids. You don’t want that. So, that’s it. We move on. We stop playing with each other’s emotions like this.”

You grabbed your purse that had been discarded to the floor the minute you stepped in the room. You started for the door, but paused. You looked back at Colson one last time. He was still looking ahead, face blank.

“Who is it?” he asked.

“Some guy from a dating app,” you responded.

“And that’s what you want? Some guy from a dating app?”

Instead of answering, you said, “Goodbye Colson”, and finally walked out of his life, for good this time.

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That night, you were watching TV at home with delivery pizza and a bottle of wine. For the most part, you had managed to forget everything with Colson. You had blocked his number and all his social media when you got home, which was the last bits to fully remove him from your life. Then you cracked open a bottle of wine, ordered some pizza, and turned on mind numbing reality TV to cleanse your brain.

You were two glasses deep when someone rang your doorbell. You weren’t expecting anyone, and the pizza had already come. A series of knocks shortly after the doorbell rang spurred you to get up and see who was at your door.

To your surprise, you swung the door open and there was Colson.

Before you could ask him what he was doing, he brushed past you to walk into your house.

“I didn’t invite you in,” you pointed out.

“I don’t accept what you said today,” he said, ignoring your comment. “I don’t want to end things between us.”

“Colson,” you tried again.

“I don’t just mean the sex stuff,” he continued. “Listen, I was a goddamn idiot to let you get away. I didn’t think I was ready to settle down. My job, it made settling down seem impossible. I travel all the time, I’m rarely ever home. That’s not the ideal married life, and I know that.”

“Colson - ”

“But I realized that I can’t imagine my life without you. After that first hookup, I did mean it when I said it wouldn’t happen again. I was ready to let it all go, to let you go. But then I was home alone and I realized how empty my house feels without you. And I started thinking about how I can’t see my future without you being in it. I’m an idiot for not bringing it up, but I thought the hooking up was the only thing that would keep you around, and I was willing to do it until you wanted to stop. I know I’m too late and you have someone else, but I can’t - ”

“Jesus Christ, Colson, there isn’t anyone else!”

That was enough to finally shut him up. He stopped pacing, which he had started doing the second he had opened his mouth, and turned to face you. You crossed your arms, waiting for him to say something.

“What?” he finally asked.

You sighed. “I only said that so that you’d let me go. But I haven’t been seeing anyone. I’m not even on any dating apps. I just needed to end everything between us because I was gaining feelings again and I couldn't bare to continue our arrangement of meaningless hookups when I was still so in love with you.”

There was a moment of silence, and then a smile spread across Colson’s face. You couldn’t help but smile back, and then the two of you were laughing. The whole situation was so absurd. If one of you had just communicated what you wanted instead of just continuing to hook up, then you could’ve been back together long ago. But you know what they say about hindsight.

“I really want to kiss you right now,” Colson said.

“Then do it.”

In two long strides, he closed the distance between you two and cupped your face in his hand. He pulled you to him and kissed you as if it was the first time he had ever done so. You leaned into him, holding on to his shirt for dear life. You weren’t sure you’d ever let him go honestly. You just wanted to stay there, holding each other, kissing each other.

“If I had a ring, I’d propose to you right now,” he murmured against your lips.

“If you did, I’d say yes,” you whispered back.

“I’ll take that as a pre-engagement agreement,” he said. “But I promise, I will get you a ring. I’ll do something so special to propose. I’ll give you dozens of babies if that’s what you want.”

“Oh God, that’s the last thing I want,” you laughed. “Give me one baby at least, and then we’ll go from there.”

“Maybe we could start practicing on that now.”

You leaned close to his ear and whispered, “Then take me to the bed.”

You shrieked as Colson lifted you in his arms and gleefully raced towards your bedroom.

[ticketstomydaydreams]

Lockdown Frustration (18+)

Part One: Cold Shower

Part Two

Colson x Female Reader

Summary: When lockdown is making you seriously sexually frustrated, your friend offers to help you through it

Feels: Pure Horn

Word count: 3,664 - I got reeeal into this

Warnings: Total smut, unprotected sex, rough sex

A/N: This was my first time writing smut, so would love to hear what your favourite bit was (send me an ask if you're shy) 😈

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You’d been in lockdown for a few weeks now and to say you were horny was an understatement. You’d moved in with your friends temporarily when the stay at home order came in, instead of being stuck at home by yourself but while you weren’t necessarily bored...you were certainly frustrated. Used to being able to call on a hook up or head out to clubs to flirt, it had now been AT LEAST two months since you’d scratched that itch so to say.

Lying by the pool in the backyard, feeling wound up and restless, you started swiping through tinder. You swiped past the usual reams of so-so suitors, most of which you’d never normally be interested in, but at this point were seeming a bit more enticing. You were casually swiping right on a couple of profiles that you’d potentially consider some ‘sext exchanges’ with, when you heard the screen door open just above you. Your temporary housemate and long term friend, Colson, strolls out and heads towards you.

“What you upto out here Y/N, I’m bored” he huffs, as he flops down on the sun lounger next to yours.

“Just torturing myself, scrolling through tinder. This lockdown’s getting preeeeetty frustrating”

Your eyes not leaving your phone as you respond, thumbs still swiping away

“I didn’t think you got around enough for this to be a long stretch for you” he teases, poking you in the side so you turn and look at him

“Rude! I get mine, thank you very much. I’m just not as obvious about it as you, I certainly don’t go this long that’s for sure” you fire back

“Okay, okay, my bad. So your solo sessions aren’t quite cutting it then?” he winks suggestively at you, sticking his tongue out

“That is none of your damn business” you laugh, turning your attention back to your phone, sighing “But if you must know, not really…”

“Well, if you ever need a hand, I’m just saying, you could make it my business”

You look up at this comment and see him lying back on the lounger, arms above his head, his eyes closed with a cocky smirk on his face. You don’t see him open one eye, catching you subtly taking in his tattooed torso, your eyes focusing on his XXX tattoo.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t think he was super hot, but it was Colson, you know?

“See anything you like?” he says, making you jump slightly

“Shut up Colson, stop bothering me and go and find something to do” you snap back, feeling a little embarrassed at being caught staring at your friend’s crotch

“Maybe that’s what I’m already doing, looking for something to 'do' ”

You laugh his blatant innuendo off, but he’s got you feeling tense now. You stand up to head back into the house “I’m going for a shower”

“You want some company?” He offers with a cheeky grin

“I’m alright thanks, I’ll make it a cold one!”

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Once you’re in the shower, you find yourself feeling even more hot and bothered, despite the cool water cascading over you. Colson’s teasing comments swirling in your head, you slip your hand between your legs trying to relieve some of the tension you're feeling. A few minutes later you turn the shower off, a little more relaxed and ready to find something to occupy your busy mind for the rest of the afternoon. You dry yourself off, wrap yourself in a towel and gather your hair into a messy bun on top of your head.

“Feeling any better after that?”

Not expecting to see Colson sitting on your bed, his voice makes you jump as you come out of your ensuite

“For fucks sake, you scared the life out of me!” You scold him as he laughs at you

Once you compose yourself, you laugh along with him and with eyebrows raised, you ask "and why are you here?"

Leaning back on his hands, he smirks and replies, "Just making sure the cold shower did the trick", as he makes an obvious point of looking you up and down, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth.

You roll your eyes but can't help but give him a quick once over yourself, taking in the sight before you: his topless torso, the slight sheen of sweat glistening across his tattoos, his damp blonde locks disheveled and hanging into his eyes, long legs spread apart as they hang off the side of your bed, the thin material of his shorts. Eeesh. You feel a warm flush spreading through your body, that has nothing to do with the sun or the shower.

Fuck he looks good, you think, it'd be so easy to just... Argh. Sleeping with one of your best friends while you're locked down together is surely a recipe for disaster... Right? Besides, he's always teasing you like this, that's just Colson. You're probably only reacting this way because, well, surely everyone is horny while stuck in lockdown...

You quickly push those thoughts away and sigh dramatically while clutching your towel tighter around your chest, "Get out Colson, I need to get dressed"

Unperturbed, he stares you dead in the eye and states slyly "what you're wearing looks just fine from here"

"Stop it now, creeper" you say, half smiling and waving him away with a shooing motion. He laughs, low and soft, "Okay, okay" and holds his hands up in mock defeat. This kind of back and forth was the norm for you two, but today... Today you found your heart was beating out of your chest and the steady eye contact he was maintaining was making you twinge in such an intense way, you were sure he could tell.

Starting to get a little flustered, you take a step towards your dresser and Colson reaches out grabbing you by the hand and pulling you into him. You stumble ungracefully and find yourself inches from his face, one leg on either side of his left thigh, both hands on his chest. He places both hands on your waist to steady you and you can feel his long fingers pressing into you through your towel.

"Wh-what are you doing?" you giggle suggestively, your voice husky

"Come on Y/N... " he says leaning in, his lips almost grazing yours as he speaks. He pulls back slightly and locks his eyes onto yours "You can't say you don't feel this too"

"Colson..." Just as you begin to speak he slides his hands down to your hips and pulls you even closer to him so your forehead is leaning against his. He shifts, pressing his bare thigh up between your legs, a small gasp escapes your mouth as you feel the pressure against your clit. "Mmm, we shouldn't" you murmur, breath ragged, as you slowly run your hands up his neck and into his hair.

He leans into your neck, dragging his bottom lip up to your ear and whispers, "Tell me you don't want this and I'll stop right now" before pressing a long lingering kiss to your neck and nibbling on your earlobe. You audibly groan and he lets out a soft growl as you gently tug his hair causing him to grip you harder. You instinctively roll your hips, grinding yourself further against his thigh, showing him just how wet you are.

He grazes his soft lips across yours, before bringing his hand up to your face and gently gripping your chin

"I'm gonna need an answer, use your words Y/N, tell me what you want"

As he presses his thigh up against your clit again, you moan "you, I want you"

"That's my girl" he smirks before crashing his lips against yours in a deep lingering kiss, tongue sliding into your mouth as he reaches down behind your thighs and lifts you onto his lap. Your tongues battle for dominance as you grind down onto him, feeling him getting hard through the thin material of his shorts. He slides his hands under your towel and grips your bare ass tightly as he presses himself up against you, electricity fires through your core and you let out a soft moan into his kiss

You bite his bottom lip, gently tugging on it and he groans at the action. “This towel has got to go” he says, locking eyes with you, his pupils black and blown out with lust. You lean back and undo your towel, dropping it behind you. He lets out a breathy ‘wow’ as he takes in the view of you completely naked, straddling his lap

“Fuck, you’re so hot” he says, pulling you into him as he kisses you again hungrily, moving from your mouth to neck. You continue to roll your hips onto his now rock hard cock and he bites your neck hard in response, leaving a purple mark above your collarbone. He moves his mouth to your chest, kissing between your breasts before flicking his tongue across your left nipple then sucking on it harshly. You let out a whine at the sensation, causing a dirty smile to spread across his face “Oh you like it rough do you?” he says as he moves across to your right nipple, taking it between his teeth and biting, pulling slightly

“Shit” you moan, grabbing his face with both your hands and crashing your lips against his. Just the feeling of his tongue twisting with yours has you so turned on, you feel like you could cum already. You reach down between the two of you and slide your hand into his shorts, wrapping it around his thick cock, pumping your hand up and down it’s length and he breaks away from your kiss to exhale deeply

“I wanna fuck you so badly Colson”

“Not yet” he says, as he reaches under your ass, and lifts you, flipping you onto your back on the bed. You reach up to pull him down on top of you, but he grabs your wrist and pins it above your head. Hovering over you, he uses his other hand to bring your other arm above your head, wrapping one hand around both of your wrists. You struggle slightly, but he holds your wrists tighter as you pout and whimper out “Hey, no fair”

Smirking at you squirming, he lets out a soft throaty chuckle “You told me it had been too long, you think I’m gonna let you rush this?” Still holding your wrists above your head with his left hand, he brings his right hand to your cheek and presses a slow lingering kiss to your lips “Just trust me…”

“Okay” you murmur, your heart beating and your breath shaky as he slowly trails his hand down your neck, over your breast and down your stomach, maintaining eye contact the entire time. This slow pace after your passionate kissing and grinding just before, was killing you and you instinctively lift your hips towards him as his hand gets closer to your core, your clit throbbing so hard with need it’s almost painful. He strokes his hand over your hip bone and down your thigh and you whine in disappointment, “Patience babygirl” he says as he kisses you again, moving his tongue slowly with yours, sending electric bolts to your aching core. His hand slides up your thigh, skimming past your soaking area and down your other thigh

You pull back from his lips “Come on Colson, you’re killing me, I need you…”

“Oh yeah? Let me see how much…” He says, nose pressed against yours as he traces his finger through your folds, gathering your wetness and sliding from your entrance up to your clit, circling it slowly “Is this what you need?”

“Fuck... yes” you moan as he pushes his long middle finger into your entrance, curling hard against your g spot, your eyes squeezing closed in pleasure. “You want more?” he says, slowly sliding his finger out and then back in pressing hard on your inside wall again. “Yeah, more..” you choke out. He watches your face intently, your head tilted back, breathy moans escaping you as he slips his ring finger in alongside his middle, the cold metal of his silver ring pressing against you, and starts pumping them in and out of you. He buries his fingers inside of you up to the knuckles and starts beckoning against your g spot, causing your moans to get louder as your stomach tightens, your orgasm building

“Oh my god that feels so good” you manage to whimper out, panting “Don’t s-stop... I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that…”

Hearing this he let’s go of your wrists, and cups the back of your neck with his hand, pulling your face to his and sliding his tongue in your mouth, suffocating you with his kiss. Your body twists towards him, your legs clamping around his forearm as he fucks you with his fingers. You reach your right hand up and grab a fistful of his messy, damp hair as you slide your left hand down his tensed, tattooed stomach and into his shorts. His cock is throbbing from grinding against you and you feel a wet bead of precum as you slide your thumb across his tip and then up and down his swollen shaft

You pull back from his kiss to let out a deep moan “Oh god, I’m gonna cum”

He presses his forehead to yours “Say my name, I wanna hear you say it while you cum”

“Shit...Colson, fuck, oh god, Colson” you almost shout, your head thrown back as you feel your walls clench around him, your wetness pouring over his fingers as he works you through your orgasm while kissing and sucking on your exposed neck. He pulls his dripping fingers away from and releases his tight grip on the back of neck, letting your back fall gently back on the bed. The loss of contact brings you back to reality and you shakily prop yourself up on your elbows to see him sitting up, pulling his strained shorts down. His rock hard cock springs against his stomach and you let out a long ragged exhale as you see it, your eyes wandering up his lean, sweat covered torso to see the dirty smile on his face as he watches you.

“I’m not finished with you yet” he says, staring down at you with lust filled eyes as he tugs at his length “You think you can handle it?”

“I could ask you the same thing” you countered, sliding your hand between your open legs, drawing his attention to your glistening core and the wet patch beneath you

“Damn Y/N, have I met my match here?” he laughs as he lightly pushes your shoulders back onto the bed. Climbing on top of you he covers your mouth with his in a hungry kiss, as he roughly thrusts himself against you, his rigid shaft moving easily against your drenched clit. Still swollen and sensitive from your orgasm, you let out a slow needy moan, encouraging him to repeat the action.

Propped up on one elbow, he reaches down with his other hand and grabs his cock

“Shit you’re so wet for me aren’t you?” he says, his lips grazing yours as he guides the tip of his dick from your clit to your entrance and back again

“I don’t know why you sound surprised..” you murmur as you bite his bottom lip “...Daddy”

“Daaamn Y/N, you know what that shit does to me, you’re really asking for it now”

Groaning at your words, he presses the swollen tip of his against your tight entrance and you tremble at the feeling, ready to take him... when he pulls back

“Shit, do you have condoms in here?”

“No, but I’m on the pill…” you break your sentence off to kiss him, hard “...and we both know we’re good…” you kiss him again, not wanting to lose momentum “...and let’s face it, we both know it’s better without..”

“You’re so bad Y/N” he says breathlessly, as you wrap your hand around his throbbing shaft, pumping your up and down as you guide it back to your yearning pussy, the anticipation has you both barely able to breathe

“I need you now” That’s all he needs to hear and he pushes his entire length through your soaking wet entrance. “Fuck” you moan out loudly, as he bottoms out, stretching you out with his thick cock, the pleasure spreading immediately through your entire body. You move your hips up against his, adjusting to his size.

“You okay babygirl?” he scans your face as he pulls back slowly

“Fuck yeah”

Encouraged, he slams himself back into you again “God, you’re so fucking tight” he hisses through gritted teeth as he rolls his hips against you, savouring the sensation and letting you feel very inch as he sinks into you, “Shit, you feel amazing”

His slow thrusts, pulling fully out of you each time, have your entire body quivering. Getting desperate to be ravaged, you grab his face with both hands and bring his mouth to yours, flicking your tongue against his

“Quit teasing and fuck me Colson”

He lets out a soft breathy laugh as he sits up, pulling you roughly towards him by your hips and presses your thighs up towards your chest as he hovers over you, holding his already drenched cock at your entrance “You ready?”

“Never been more re….”

You don’t even get to finish your sentence before he plunges into your aching pussy, knocking the breath out of you. He reaches behind your neck, pulling your forehead to his as he pounds into you, hard and fast. “Is this what you wanted huh? You wanna be fucked hard like a bad girl?”

You can barely respond, choking out a “fuck yes, oh my god, fuck me”

“You want this dick deep?” he says as he pushes his hand harder against your thigh, bringing it closer to the bed, heightening the pleasure as he hits your g spot even harder.

He’s only been fucking you for a couple of minutes at most before you’re screaming out

“I’m gonna cum”

“Cum on my cock for me babygirl” he whispers in your ear as fire crawls all over your body. Your nails dig into his back leaving raw red marks as you thrust your hips up into his, feeling your walls clench tightly around him repeatedly and you feel yourself flooding over his cock as your orgasm sears through you.

He fucks you through your orgasm and then pulls back suddenly. You lie there for a moment shaking, trying to catch your breath “Turn over” he demands, before he flips you over onto your stomach, grabs your hips and pulls your ass up towards him so you’re on your knees

“It’s not over yet” he says as he slaps his hard cock against your ass cheek, then slides it through the wetness that has pooled around your ass, pressing lightly against your tight hole. You whimper at the feeling and push back against him. “Another time…” he says as he moves his cock further down and delves back into your dripping pussy.

Spreading one hand across your lower back he pushes you further down onto the bed, the angle sending him deeper than you’ve ever felt before.

You grip onto the bedsheets, your moans filling the room as he pulls his other hand back and spanks you hard, the sharp sting making you clench around him. “More” you beg, “Oh you like that?” he taunts, hitting you again, even harder this time, leaving a handprint across your ass cheek.

He reaches down and grabs both of your arms, pulling your back up against his chest, as he thrusts furiously into you. With one hand holding your wrists behind you, he wraps his other around your neck and pulls your head back to whisper in your ear “This feel good?”

“So fucking good Colson, don’t stop” you moan “I’m gonna cum again soon…”

He lets go of your wrists and neck and pulls out, making you whine as the feeling of fullness leaves you. You turn to protest but he says “Turn around, I wanna watch you as you cum” then grips your waist, flipping you over and pulling your legs up around him.

You feel your orgasm building straight away as he buries his cock into you again. You start to cum and your eyes close, head tilting back as you feel the strong waves of pleasure coursing through you. He cups his hand around your face pulling it towards his “Look at me” he demands, his blue eyes drilling into yours as you whine

“Oh fuck Colson, I’m cumming, I’m cumming”

“I can feel you” he mumbles “I’m right behind you”

Your vision blurs as he fucks you through, your walls clenching so tightly, the orgasm so intense it feels like it’s not going to end until a deep warmth spreads through your body. His thrusts get more and more urgent, his breath coming in short, sharp blasts until he pulls out of you, pumping his swollen cock as his warm cum spills across your shivering body.

He leans down and presses a soft, lingering kiss to your lips before flopping onto his stomach next to you. You both lie for a moment, catching your breath, then he leans over the side of the bed and grabs the towel you stripped off earlier.

“I think you’re gonna need this” he says, eyeing your glistening torso

You both burst out laughing, “Yeah, I think that’s our friendship successfully ruined” you say as you take the towel from him and start cleaning yourself up

He lays his head on your warm, naked thighs and looks up at you,

“It seems pretty clear to me, that you and I are not supposed to be just friends”

Returning his gaze, you stroke your hand across his forehead, pushing his damp, blonde hair back,

“Looks like lockdown isn’t going to be that boring after all”

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[catswonderland]

Warning 18+ Minors DNI

(ex fiancé’s/cheating, language- (hate-speech) & drinking/smoking)

Did this story on my own, title on my own.Pics come from, Pinterest & Ig

F.Oc- (No, Y/N)

Summary: Relationships equal art; constantly being made & re-made..

Number of words- (Don’t care)

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One-shot:

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*Luv u, miss u & see u at dinner 😊😂

Colson chuckled when receiving the message, a message that was really needed.Today wasn’t such a good day for the man, he already did a workout, only to be unsatisfied with his stress level still the same.

__Two days ago

“.. Wha-what are you talking about right now?”, the stuttering and not-so happy face said it all; Megan’s pissed, Colson’s prayer for calmness meant nothing & the third-party will get brutalized in some form.“There’s someone else”, seen as things seemed to be taking a bad turn the man just ran with being blunt.

“..H-how long?”, the stuttering continues, possibly won’t leave till the conversation ends; Colson looks at his lap for a moment & the third-party stifles wanting to fidget in their seat on the couch.“A month”.

__Present day

Check Ig- Ashleigh

Standing alone in the gym parking lot had now increased said-stress, Colson had a good idea of what his friend was hinting at.

Shit will happen later- Kells

__Two days ago

“..Who-who is she or do I not know her?”, the question anyone in this predicament would dread, Colson though took it on without blinking.“Nah, we’re not gonna get into who she is or what she does”.

“..Least I tried for an answer”, with a sigh Megan reached for her glass of champagne on the mini-table within the living-room, while taking her dark eyes off the couple in front of her it was missed the quick glance.

__Present day

Pulling out a cigarette and lighter from a pants pocket Colson sat on the hood of his car while the cellphone stayed un-used in his lap.Inhale, exhale is all the man did for five-minutes on his cigarette, not doing anything else so as not to disturb his thoughts.

__Two days ago

“..Rose, give my doctor a call and tell him that things have to be re-scheduled”, without looking up from her glass Megan gave the order to her assistant, an assistant who happened to have been sitting down on the couch hearing everything from the shattering couple.“Rose doesn’t have to do anything but relax”, before sparking a joint Colson re-directed the authority as he wasn’t going to take his ex-fiancée trying to find a way to control someone just because she felt control-less.

__Present day

“..48hrs ago I was once an engaged woman of over a yr, 48hrs ago I was told the engagement is over ‘cause a slut’s been chosen instead.Cheating should never be excused when found it’s happened one-time, cheating should definitely never be excused when found it’s been happening for a month. I’ve done nothing but be supportive for friends/ family of @ machinegunkelly in following their dreams, I’ve done nothing but love friends/ family of @ machinegunkelly within good/ bad times; no response of apologies for the horrible pain that’s being undergone.One of my own ppl has even decided to give the silent-treatment during this painful time; yr assistant @ black-rose. Gonna take a break from social an Los Angeles, for how long on either not sure”

Blue eyes ice-cold, smoke from a cigarette’s last drag leaving mouth & hands twitching; yeah, nobody would want to be around Colson right now.Anybody can disrespect the man if they want, now if anybody disrespects the man’s friends & family then it’s game-over; Megan obviously doesn’t remember this lesson.

__Two days ago

Colson was standing by the opening of the living-room watching his ex-fiancée go up an down the stairs twice, each time carrying a bag.Rose couldn’t leave her seat from the couch, it was like she was stitched to it with head held in her hands.

Waist-length black hair in a slight wavy mess, no make-up, long-sleeve black jacket over white crop-top, light-blue colored blue jeans & translucent heels; Megan never looked so offsetting.“..Getting the rest of my stuff will happen when able to find a new place”, with this said Colson just gave a nod of acceptance an took back the second-house key as it wasn’t needed seen as once a text was given with the pick-up date he would open the front-door for the movers.

__Present day

“..Well this is embarrassing, not for me though but for

@ Meganfox..

When I met my ex-fiancée thought things could be cool for a while, didn’t think I’d fall for her but I did, as a result we got engaged.We had good times but later on the bad outweighed, some of the things speculated on her characteristics were actually true:

1. Non-trusting-(why we were ‘always together’ at tours or parties), 2. Temper-mental-(had to leave rooms so as not to get hurt with things thrown at me or had to leave so as not to be the type of guy to a hit a woman, even though attacks would serve as self-defense) etc.

The answer of cheating & if I’m still with my ‘slut’..

Cheating did happen for a month but there’s no regret.I’m actually still with my ‘slutty girl’ an happily so.

On topic of friends/family & assistant..

My inner-circle don’t owe my ex-fiancée ‘sympathy calls/txts’, not when they know some of the shit she’s pulled.Talking of a yr assistant not giving ‘sympathy calls/txts’ is pretty fucking weak, only thing between them was work; @ blackrose tried to make a connection to be friends but it didn’t work, even if it did work it wouldn’t last for long.

Final say..

‘Gonna take a break from social an Los Angeles’, fan-fucking-tastic the world an this city will be free from trouble”

Getting off the hood an taking a releasing-breath felt good, getting into the driver-seat to go home an take a shower before heading out to dinner felt great.

__Three days later

Posts by the split-couple were read an re-read.People were in a frenzy of emotions; shock, sadness, anger & happiness.

Megan didn’t have a single ‘like’; first for her with a selfie.The matter of ‘comment’ more than made up for the ‘non-like’ as people, especially EST had something to say.Despite everything being done nothing was given from the talked-on woman; she’s kept to her word of silence on social & so far nothing’s been known in news of where she’s at either.

Colson wasn’t getting the response like his ex-fiancée;‘like’ in the past few days had reached ‘four thousand’ for just the five pictures alone.The thing with ‘comment’ reached ‘seven thousand’; no other further reason as to why.Next thing to set apart from the trashed-ex had to be that the responses were constantly being noticed; standing in the kitchen waiting on a omelette to be done with a cellphone in hand was Rose.

“You should be ashamed of yourself.Leaving me in bed is a crime”, the smirk could be heard, not in anyway needed to be seen; Rose snorted in amusement.*Immediately shaking in fear for the jail-time given*, inked-arms came from behind to fold over sight-plump waist while a teasing-breath landed on an ear.“Shake in fear.Jail-time, life-sentence”.

*Col, you want an omelette or coffee*, a sigh came from the man in question.“What I want is for you to stop worrying, don’t even try to deny that you are”.The atmosphere became tense, not the free- flowing hilarity it was.

*When people know of us, fully, god things will further change.Megan sure will try to use a spin-technique in order to help herself get back to people’s graces*, the light-sizzling of the omelette cooking was the only thing keeping noise while the couple were silent in their thoughts.“Things will be alright.People that do have half-the-truth are already on my-side, on our-side, even if it’s not known yet.Megan can try to say shit but she’s gonna fail at it though”.

Colson gently nudged at Rose’s waist so she could face him.“Go back to bed, I’ll be up there soon after breakfast is finished”, the smile received was soft, full of love an it made the man’s heart melt.

Once again the kitchen was quite save for the light-sizzling in the pan.Colson’s blue eyes wondered the breakfast-bar; unused ingredients to make another omelette on either side of the sink that had a few dishes from last night.

In his thoughts while flipping the omelette onto a plate an starting to make another, Colson was grinning; thinking back on everything the last few days once again would do this, especially when thinking on the pictures, ego-boost an all.Five pictures were sent an nothing would change the man’s mind about using different ones; Rook, Baze, Slim, Dub, Ashleigh were all in groups looking like enthusiastic-idiots: smiling wide, grinning, smirking around either a living-room or pool & Rose looked drop-dead-gorgeous: honey-blonde hair over one-shoulder looked like a halo that set-off her natural light-golden skin, crimson-cutout dress fitted like a second-skin as it showed off the curvy-body that never went untouched by greedy-lips or hands, golden-set jewelry was the topping as it was a gift finally used within a personal message a few days ago for a show of what awaited at an outing-dinner.

Second omelette down, Colson made his way to the bedroom, grin gone but smile on; breakfast-in-bed was the new order of things, it was concluded.

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• One-shot won’t have add-ons