#colson baker fics

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Hello if ur still doing requests could you do one where y/n has broken up with there bf and has went to stay at there friends house which kells lives at

Basically something like y/ns can’t sleep and is chilling watching tv and kells starts talking to them and etc it gets a little flirty and they give him a bj or something kinda do what you want with this sernario ❤️

Plot:Y/n stays at Colson's house

Parings:Y/n x Colson

Tags/warnings:fighting,yelling,verbal abuse,mention of cheating,blowjob,y/n and colson aren’t in a relationship,size kink if you squint,praise,bad decisions,colson is under the influence but not enough to not give consent(they both consent)

Suggested song:After hours by the weeknd

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You woke up to your boyfriend coming home, the sound of his footsteps filling up the small house. "Josh?" You called out,the bedroom door slowly opening. "Hi." He responded coldly,untying his shoes and crawling into bed next to you. "What time is it?" You asked,yawning right after. "2 am.Go back to sleep." He told you.

"Where were you?" You asked,reaching over the nightstand to turn on the lamp. "With a friend." He responded. You got a good look at him,hickeys covering his neck. You breathed in,smelling a perfume that wasn't yours. "Josh,did you-"

"Go back to sleep." He cut you off. You sat up,leaning against your pillows. "No,tell me what you were doing."  You demanded. He got up quickly with no warning. "I was at the bar,i slept with someone else. Is that what you wanted to hear?" He said,avoiding eye contact at all costs. You looked up at him with big eyes,getting off the bed. "You cheated on me?" You asked in disbelief.  He didn't even respond,he just gave you empty silence.

You stood to your feet,sadly not surprised by his actions. "You have a problem with it? Leave." He told you.

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It was now 3:00 am and you were on Rook's doorstep. You knew him from highschool and you used to be pretty close. You had called him and explained the whole situation to him,and he offered to let you stay with him and his friend Colson. You had met Colson before,but you weren't close at all. You weren't waiting for Rook to open the door,your hands resting on your knees.

"Hey." Rook whispered,leaving the door open for you. "Hi." You spoke,walking into the house slowly. He guided you into the living room and put your bags down for you. "Thank you." You told him before giving him a hug and laying down on his couch.

Almost two hours went by and you couldn't fall

asleep. You couldn't stop thinking about your boyfriend with another woman. You sighed to yourself,turning on the tv. As you were looking for a channel to watch you started to hear music playing from upstairs. A couple seconds went by and you could hear Colson walking down the stairs. "Hey." You said softly,turning down the tv volume.

"What's up." He responded,grabbing a lighter that was on the dining room table. He came back to the living room,sitting on the couch across from the couch you were laying on. He put a blunt in his mouth,lighting it and taking a puff. "I'm sorry to hear about your boyfriend,he sounds like a dick." He told you. You nodded, "Thank you."

He flashed a smile at you,his eyes a dead giveaway that he was crossfaded.

You focused on his face,soaking up his features. "What are you doing up?" You asked as he inhaled a thick cloud of smoke. "Couldn't sleep. You?" He answered. "Same. It feels like my mind is racing." You responded,trying to laugh it off. He looked at you blankly,his expression softening.  "How long you gonna be here for?" He asked,taking another drag.

"Just until I get back on my feet,is that okay?" You asked. He immediately nodded, "Rather you be here than in the streets." He told you. You gave him a weak smile as he took a seat next to you on the couch. He put his hand on your chin,carefully making your eyes meet his. "What?" You asked,your eyes leaving his to look at the foggy window behind him.

"It's been a while since i've seen you." He said,his cold ring touching your face. Your eyes found their way back to his. "I know." You answered,your voice so low you couldn't even tell if he heard you. "It hasn't been the same since you stop hanging around here." He says,his voice raspy from the smoke in his lungs.His thumb brushed over your cheek,moving down to your thigh.

The tension in the air was so thick,it was almost scary. The last time you were alone with Colson you had to fight off the sexual tension in the air and walk away,but this time you couldn't leave. Well,realistically,you could. All you had to do was get up,or even just push his hand away. But you couldn't bring yourself to do that. That's not what you wanted. Well,that's not what your body wanted at least. You moved closer to him,your bodies touching each others.

He leaned in,his lips meeting yours. Before you knew it you were on his lap,his hands wrapped around your neck. He pulled away from your lips just for a second just to mumble "Do you want this?" against your lips. You nodded,your mouth opening to talk but you couldn't get anything out. "I wanna touch you." You admitted,the words coming out by your surprise.His eyes widened with nothing but lust for you.

"Do it." He responded,saying it as a challenge,like if it wasn't something you could do. Your eyes met each other again,your lips wanting to clash against his again. You tried to contain every emotion you were feeling. This was going so fast it was almost making you dizzy. His hands gripped both of your thighs,pulling you closer to him. He pulled your hair up with his hands,guiding your head down to between his thighs.

“You okay with this?” He asked,and you gave him a nod of reassurance as he guided your hands down to the zipper of his pants. You unzipped them and he bucked up his hips so you could pull them down. You used two hands to get his boxers down to his knees,getting on your knees as you eased him into your mouth. Your lips wrapped around his length,sucking your cheeks in as you sucked.

“Fuck-so good.” He praises,his head resting on a pillow laid on the couch. You moved your head up and down,his dick hitting the back of your throat so hard that he could see the imprint of it in your mouth. His fingers brushed over the print,a low groan escaping his lips. His lips stayed slightly parted,his eyes trying to force themselves shut.

You hummed,sending vibrations to his dick as he bucked his hips up,slamming his dick down your throat. “F-fuck keep going.” He groaned,his fingers tangling themselves in your hair. He moved a piece of hair out of your face,staring down at you as you sucked on him. He breathed out,his hair gripping your hair.There were so many little sounds of pleasure coming out of him,you were surprised Rook didn’t come down.

You sped up your movements,your tounge licking a line down his tip to his shaft,causing him to almost yelp. “Fuck,fuck.” He mumbled,his breath so heavy you could barely tell what he was saying. “I’m gonna cum.” He managed to get out,but he might as well not of even warned you because mid sentence he was already finshing.

You gulped,trying your best to swallow it all. You pulled away as Colson reached for a towel,wiping your mouth with it. The air was thick,and it felt like you were holding your breath. You looked up at him,his eyes connecting to yours. There was a line of sweet on his forehead,his blonde curls draped over his eyes. He ran his fingers through his hair,brushing it into his eyes. “Let me see them.” You said,handing his clothes back to him.

He stood up,slipping his boxers on and jumping back into his jeans. “See what?” He asked,his hands sliding his belt into his belt loops. “Your eyes.” You responded,your eyes following his movements. He paused what he was doing,his fingers pushing his waves out of his eyes. You stared into them,like you were searching for something. “What?” He asked,sitting back down on the couch next to you. “Nothing.” You said,realsing a breath you didn’t even know you were holding. “Goodnight.” He spoke,disappearing back upstairs.

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Machine Gun Kelly

How to Navigate:

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

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Coffee ❤ ⬥

Short ❤

Shower ❤ ⬥

Vacation ❤

Ball / Walk ❤ 

5 + 1: Kiss ❤

Drawing ❤

Graduation ❤

Summer ❤

Ex’s Best Friend ❤

Hold Me ❤

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Sooo nobody was gonna tell me this picture existed! 👀

The way the rosary thigh tat just completes this whole look is just 🤌🏻

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Colson Baker/MGK

JXDN/Jaden Hossler

Pete Davidson

Vinnie Hacker

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And-uh yes please, for the coffee.”

“Black”, he added.

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

“My bad”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“My Spongebob looks good on you”

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

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

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

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

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

“I know”

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

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

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Kelly raised his arm into the air, creating a large motion as Jaden inched by you, his sweaty hand squeezing yours. “JADEN HOSSLER, GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE!” He yells at the top of his lungs, Jaden breezed onto the stage and jumped on top of one of the larger speakers– his calloused hands reaching down to touch the awaiting, grasping hands of the girls below. Kells keeps a firm grip on Jaden’s belt loop, ensuring Jaden keeps his rigid footing on the speaker. 

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  Kelly raised his arm into the air, creating a large motion as Jaden inched by you, his sweaty hand squeezing yours. “JADEN HOSSLER, GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE!” He yells at the top of his lungs, Jaden breezed onto the stage and jumped on top of one of the larger speakers– his calloused hands reaching down to touch the awaiting, grasping hands of the girls below. Kells keeps a firm grip on Jaden’s belt loop, ensuring Jaden keeps his rigid footing on the speaker. 

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Ours | Chapter 15

Colson x Presley (Original Female Character)

Synopsis: Presley and Colson fell in love accidentally, but they were meant to be. Now that all the obstacles have been removed, they're moving in together in LA. Now, they have all the time in the world for Colson to teach Presley all of the things he knows. This fic is the sequel to Mine, which can be found in my masterlist!

Warnings/Content: Mentions of suicide, mentions of pills, sad Colson, swearing, emotional reunions, the downfall of MF, smut (18+), makeup sex, lovemaking

Thank you so much for all the support on the last few chapters. I know the angst is heavy and it's not going away just yet. But I wanted to include some smut to break up all the sadness. Hope y'all enjoy!

Colson

The sleeping pills helped me to fall asleep, but they didn’t help me stay asleep.

I’m not sure what time it is because I haven’t picked up my phone or glanced at the clock on the wall. Instead, I’m lying on my side looking out the window. All I can see are buildings, a corporate wasteland. It’s a dreary day, clouds threatening to rain but not quite letting it go yet. 

I’m so fucking thankful for Cash. I’m so glad he stopped me from going through with it. I will forever be grateful for the fact that I wasn’t able to kill myself. I can’t believe I was even thinking of it. But at the same time, everything feels so fucking destitute. The world still believes I’m an abuser. I pushed the person I love the most away. I’m in the hospital because my mental health hit a scary low. I’m glad I’m alive, but I’m not sure how I’m supposed to pull myself out of this.

“Mr. Baker?” The voice is soft and I roll over to see who it is. It’s Dr. Schultz, standing in my doorway. She smiles softly. “May I come in?”

“Sure,” I croak, slowly moving to a sitting position.

“Did you get some sleep?” she asks, coming over and having a seat beside my bed. 

I shrug weakly. “A little,” I admit.

“You’re going through a lot,” she remarks. “It’s understandable to struggle.”

I nod, averting my eyes. God, I don’t want to cry again. I never fucking cry, but I’ve cried so much the past few days. Hell, the past month. 

“It’s 7:00,” Dr. Schultz says. “Your brother in law is here. We are ready to discharge you if you’re ready.” 

I blink and glance at her. “Just him?” I ask.

“As far as I know, yes,” Dr. Schultz says with a nod. “Are you comfortable going home? We have options. There are treatment facilities–”

“I’m ready,” I say. What I’m not ready for is a treatment facility. I need to be home with my wife. But I’m not sure she’s even coming home. 

I’m discharged fairly quickly and Dr. Schultz walks me out the side door. She gives me her direct receptionist’s number and tells me to call her if I ever need anything. I thank the doctor and she gives me a hug. I’m surprised by the gesture but it makes me feel better. 

Cash is standing against his car and he straightens when he sees me. As the doctor goes back inside, I approach Cash who throws his arms around me. “You okay, brother?” he asks.

“I’m alright,” I sigh. “Cash…”

“Let’s get you home,” Cash says. “We can talk in the car.” I nod and climb into the passenger’s seat. Cash drives away from the hospital and we’re both quiet for a few minutes.

“Cash,” I say again. “You should know that I’m not…I’m not a risk.”

“Okay,” Cash says quietly, keeping his eyes on the road.

“I can’t believe I ever had those thoughts in my head,” I confess. “It’s not what I want. Okay? I want to be alive. Things just got…”

“Heavy?”

“Yeah.” I nod. “Heavy.”

“That’s okay,” Cash says quietly. “You’re not alone, man. Everything’s going to be okay.”

I’m not sure how he could possibly know that. Nothing has changed. Megan is still a lying bitch and the world still hates me. We’re quiet the rest of the drive.

I have my eyes closed as we pull up to the house and I trudge behind Cash up to my door. I type in the passcode and the door swings open. I take one step inside before I realize we’re not alone. I look up to see everyone waiting for me. Everyone. Liv, Ash, Slim, Baze, Rook. 

And Presley. 

My knees almost buckle but I keep it together. Presley is here. And she’s so fucking beautiful, even without makeup, her eyes swollen from crying. Her face is a map of emotion when I look at her: sadness, guilt, love. I want so badly to scoop her into my arms but I don’t know what to do quite yet. “Hi,” I croak.

The others greet me, and the longer I study them, realization creeps in. Why do they all look so…serene? Almost…proud? “What’s going on?” I ask.

“It’s over,” Ashleigh says. “That’s what’s going on.”

I scratch the back of my neck, cocking my head in confusion. “What’s over?”

“Megan’s career. Her reputation,” Rook says, eyes flashing with a combination of indignation and pride. 

“Presley got proof,” Ashleigh says, and my eyes flick over to my wife. She looks small somehow, standing there with her arms crossed protectively over her chest.

“Proof?” I ask, brow furrowing. Presley nods, but she stays quiet. 

“Your girl went into the fuckin’ lion’s den,” Slim says, wrapping an arm around Presley’s shoulders. “She went to Megan’s, got her to confess, and recorded her confession.”

“Your girl is a fucking badass,” Baze says with a grin. 

“We all posted the confession on Instagram,” Slim continues. “Within twenty minutes, Megan’s reputation was fucking ruined.”

I blink, shaking my head. “I don’t understand…”

“Your name is cleared, baby,” Presley says. The use of the pet name startles me, fills my chest with hope.

I stare at them all, bewildered. “Really?” I ask, scared to hope but doing it anyway. Could it really be over?

“Our posts have been shared hundreds of thousands of times,” Slim says. “Everyone fucking hates Megan now.”

“She even confessed to hitting you,” Rook says. “Now you guys have a great case for defamation.”

My hands tremble and I look at each of them, trying to comprehend what’s going on. “It’s…over?” I ask. “You swear?”

Presley takes a tentative step forward. She looks timid and it breaks my heart. She nods. “It’s over, Cols.”

There’s a moment of silence, stillness. And then, at once, it’s like we all come to life. At the same time, Presley and I lunge for each other and her limbs wrap around me so tightly it’s almost hard to breathe. I cling to her and breathe in her scent, shaky with emotion. Relief is the strongest one. The others hug too, laughing and celebrating. 

I can’t believe I almost missed this. I almost gave up, and then Megan really would’ve won. But she lost. She fucking lost. There’s no coming back from this. I laugh against Presley’s neck even as tears fill my eyes. I never, ever want to put her down. My girl, my hero. 

“I can’t fucking believe you went to her house,” I say.

She pulls back from the hug but stays in my arms. Her green eyes are watery and she gives me a wobbly smile. “Anything for you.” I secure one arm under her butt and cup her cheek, pulling her in for a hard kiss. Our tears mingle on our faces but I don’t care. It’s the most perfect kiss I’ve ever felt. 

We kiss for a few minutes, both of us crying and laughing at the same time. “I’m so sorry I left,” Presley whimpers into my mouth. It’s then that I realize it’s gone quiet around us. I turn around in time to see Cash closing the door, leaving us alone in our foyer. As much as I’m thankful for everyone, all I want is to be alone with Presley right now. 

We don’t even make it to the couch. I sink onto the floor right where we are, Presley still wrapped around me. She cups my face, then lets her fingers wander across my cheekbones, my forehead, through my hair. Her eyes map out my face, almost rememorizing it. I can’t believe I almost left her behind. God. 

I cup her face and kiss her hard. She makes a soft sound in response, her hands pressing to my cheeks as she kisses me back. I’m desperate for a shower and some food, and I need to get some sleep, but I don’t care about any of that right now. All I care about is my girl in my lap, kissing me because I’m still alive. We’re both here, together, and we’re going to be okay. All the bullshit is over. We’re so much stronger than Megan’s vindication could ever be. 

I break the kiss and Presley looks confused, her perfect brows knitting together, but then I lift her – my – hoodie over her head. My eyes widen slightly as I toss the garment aside. My wife isn’t wearing a damn thing under that hoodie. I swallow hard and bring my eyes back up to hers. Her eyes are a little darker, but she still looks…shy. Scared. 

But then, she peels off my shirt and lets her hands slide down over my chest. Neither of us says a word. We’re communicating solely through touch. The way we’ve always been able to. I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her in so she’s flush against me, her nipples pressing into my chest. We moan softly together and then I knit my fingers into her hair and kiss her.

The kiss is so overwhelming it almost makes me want to cry again. I always feel Presley’s love through her kisses but this is different. She devours me, trying to get as close as possible, and I cling to her like a port in a storm. My girl. Back with me. Kissing me, half-naked on my lap. 

I grip her hips and shove them backwards, which silently communicates what I’m asking for. She stands up and drops her sweats and panties in one go. As I watch her, I slip out of my own sweats and boxers, shoving them aside. Pres settles in my lap again and I grip her hips, pulling her close. We both gasp huskily when my tip bumps against her. It’s been so fucking long since we’ve done this and I know neither of us is going to last very long.

“Pres,” I say, finally finding my voice. “Baby. Is this okay?”

“Shhh, Col,” Presley says, her lips pressed against mine. I moan at the feeling of her plump lips and kiss her again, sucking on her bottom lip. With that, her hand finds my cock and positions it at her entrance. I hold my breath as she sinks down slowly, watching as she winces. I know I’m big and she needs time to adjust on a normal day, let alone when we haven’t had sex in right around a month. 

She starts to lift her hips but I grip them sternly and meet her eyes. Her eyes flicker with a question. “Relax,” I say gruffly. “Don’t hurt yourself. Got time.”

Presley whimpers and her eyes fill with tears. I get it. I’m equally as desperate, but I want this to be good for her, and if she pushes herself too fast, she’ll just end up sore and uncomfortable. “C’mere,” I whisper, pulling her face to mine. We press our foreheads together and I wait for her breathing to slow, to become less shaky. 

Jade eyes flick to mine and my breath catches in my throat. “Now?” she whimpers, and she sounds so wrecked that I just want to make all her fears and sadness disappear. 

I swallow hard and nod. “Yeah, baby.” With my permission, Presley’s head tips back and she lifts up before sliding back down. The sensation of her tight, wet pussy wrapped around my dick makes me lightheaded. God, I can’t believe we went so long without this. I feel guilty, but I can’t focus on anything other than feeling fucking euphoric when Presley speeds up her movements. 

“Colson,” she sobs, and my hands find her ass, soft and thick beneath my fingers. I grip her tightly and start to meet her thrusts, bucking my hips up. Presley cries out in ecstasy, and we’ve barely gotten started but she’s already pulsing around me. 

“Pres,” I grit out. “Let go, my love. Let go.”

And she does.

Presley falls to pieces in my lap. Her pussy squeezes my dick like a vise and then gushes around me as her long, black nails dig into my shoulders. Her back arches hard, pushing her breasts up, and I watch as her nipples harden and goosebumps cover her skin. The wail that leaves her lips is pained and desperate, but I know it’s because the pleasure is all-encompassing. I watch my wife fall apart in total awe of her beauty. I can’t believe she’s mine and I can’t believe I almost lost her. 

As soon as she starts to fall from her peak, I pull her into me and kiss her hard. I whine low in my throat as my balls tighten and my cock jerks. Presley intentionally tightens around me and I curse, gripping her asscheeks so hard they’re bound to have marks on them when we’re done. As my wife bites down on my bottom lip, I erupt inside of her, and I don’t need to see it to know how much cum I’m filling her with. I come so hard it hurts, my entire body rigid and shaking, and at the same time, Presley and I relax.

She slumps over me, draping her arms loosely around my neck as our hearts pound wildly against each other’s. My ears are ringing so it takes me a second to realize Presley is talking to me, her voice a timid whisper. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Her words make my heart squeeze and I frown, holding her tighter.

“Pres, no,” I soothe. “You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“I left.”

“Shhh.” I rub her back, taking my time to feel her soft skin. “You’re okay. We’re okay, baby.”

Presley starts to cry and it breaks me. Just when I thought I had no tears left, my eyes start to sting. Presley’s cries are broken and so fucking sad and I would do anything to take her pain away. 

“Presley,” I say, voice rough with emotion. “Just be here with me. Please?” My voice is desperate, pleading. I just need us to be okay, just for a few minutes. 

She nods and sniffles, and after a few moments, her cries fade. I pull her so we’re lying down, my cock still buried inside of her. Neither of us wants to separate, and not even for sexual reasons. We’ve been disconnected for so long that if I weren’t physically inside her, we wouldn’t be close enough. We caress everywhere we can reach. My hands wander her back, her arms, over her ass and onto her thigh. Her hands trace over my facial features, down my chest, my back. She’s warm and soft and perfect and mine, and all at once, I’m at peace. After a month of panic and horror and misery, I can finally rest. And without intending to do so right here on the foyer floor, I do.

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Nothing Less Than True Romance

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Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: ABO dynamics (knots, slick, heats, mpreg), alpha serial killer/hitman Dom, omega mob boss Kells, nervous boys, smut heavy chapter, past abuse, teasing, Dom's thicc ass, Dom's pretty uncut alpha cock, desperate boys, d/s undertones, Kells being a dom, Kells being a mouthy top, directions, hand jobs, blow jobs, talks about anal, talks about triggers, choking (with a cock), cunnilingus, masterbation, accidentally saying the wrong thing, crying, hormones, Dom being a caring alpha, Kells being a sneaky omega, accidental sex(?), body worship, enemies to lovers 💣 Rating: explicit

All ideas helped by @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🖤

The closer the Alpha was to Colson's cock the faster his heart sped. They had fucked in the midst of a rough heat and rubbed off on each other like horny teens but this? This was on purpose, no question about it. The moment his Alpha touched him there he had to admit what he was. A needy omega who liked men. Well… one man. And fuck he was a pretty one.

“You cringing at the fhought of me? Ain't touched ya yet.” Dom teased as he settled on his stomach between his lover's legs. He could feel the apprehension, the man was obviously nervous but he understood. Col had been through hell too and they could be careful. They could take it slow.

“No. Shut the fuck up. I was cringing at the thought of your damn shoes on my bed. Plus, you've never done this. You might think you're supposed to use teeth or some shit.”

“You ain't?” Dom teased back, his crimson eyes wide with faux innocence. The color and scent of his desire in the room slightly ruined that picture.

“Dumbass.” Kells huffed but his partner surprised a laugh out of him when he turned to look over his shoulder.

“Don't look dumb.” The Alpha hummed, wiggling his hips till the ass in question bounced.

“Dummy thicc maybe.” The omega sighed under his breath and wondered for a moment what that ass would feel like wrapped around his dick. How against Alpha's was his, he wondered. Would Dom allow something like that? “You ever play with yourself?” He asked before he could help it. He knew the boy was mostly virginal but there was a chance… Besides, it gave him a moment to panic to himself. There was nothing wrong with being with a man but he had left over self hatred from his dad.

Dominic paused and tilted his head, he wasn't sure what his mate was asking. “Like…” He trailed off, moving one hand in a vulgar motion.

The hand signal was so close to Colson's cock he swore he could feel the fist around him and he had to swallow hard as he shook his head. “N-no. Your ass.”

“Oh. Um-” Without thinking Dom curled his palm around Col’s cock, as if he did it all the time. As if it wasn't some huge step between them. As if Kells wasn't battling internal homophobia. Or was it a form of misogyny? The omega jumped and bit his lip. He knew the bastard did that on purpose, he could feel his lover’s pride whether at his own sneakiness or Col’s reaction he wasn't sure. “I ‘ave a few times yeah. Jus' to see. Why?” His palm squeezed softly and he practiced a stroke. He was trying to act nonchalant but saliva was pooling on his tongue and he knew he was leaking a puddle of precum on the bed. His mate was going to be so upset.

Col could be honest or he could play a game. They had already crossed the starting line and he couldn't look away. It seemed obscene but he knew it was only the first step. “Was picturing my dick in your ass.” He didn't mean to be so blunt but he never had been good at faking demure. He'd acted as an Alpha so long it was part of him now.

“Oh. Yeah?” Dom's voice was breathy. He didn't know that was something either of them might want.

“Yeah.”

“‘Is dick?” The boy teased as he inched closer, flicking his tongue over the crown.

Colson's hands scrambled to find purchase in the sheets and he squeezed them to keep from bucking up. “Yeah. Would you want it?”

“Long as it's you and ‘is dick.” It was weirdly intimate and romantic and Col would have smiled if the freak didn't strike. Those plush lips sealed around his tip and his sharp tongue teased all it could reach. It was messy as soon as he started, spit dripping down his shaft. Dom was eager though and thorough as fuck. Beginner's luck he was sure.

“Mmm fuck- yeah. Just like that- look at you.” Kells had forgotten to warn his boy of one very specific thing- he was a mouthy bitch. The only reason he hadn't gone off when they had sex was that he'd been so gone from his heat but there was something about having someone blow him. About watching someone choke on his cock. “Good boy. Little more? Deeper? You can take it.” He rasped and was surprised when Dom didn't just obey but fucking moaned for him.

Dom was so fucked. He never had the chance to find out what he liked in bed so everything was a new experience between them. He knew deep down it was probably childhood trauma but hearing someone praise him was a rapture. He twirled his tongue around the edge of his mate's crown and sucked as much as he could. His knot was already pulsing where his cock rest against the bed and his hips were rolling in small sharp thrusts.

“You look so p-pretty like this. Good mmm- good boy. More. Just like that. Can I- fuck-” Kells couldn't finish his sentence so he tested the waters with a gentle push. When his Alpha choked and whined through his nose he couldn't help but groan.

Dom didn't know how to say yes, he couldn't seem to make himself pull off. Instead he rolled his gaze up to meet the other's and tried one small nod. When Colson just watched him he huffed softly and patted his hair before letting his mouth go slack. He might have been mostly virginal but he wasn't daft- normally- and he was desperate to let his omega to fuck his face.

Kells cursed under his breath and thanked whatever part of the universe blessed him with such a weird ass Alpha. As his fingers tangled in the boy's messy hair he caught his psycho bitch wink. “Ya know I was almost scared I'd miss pussy with you. But look at that fucking mouth. Already a slut. Taste good don't it?” He asked as he wrapped his long legs around Dom's chest.

The first thrust was careful and the Alpha rolled his eyes, but something warm and safe was happening in his mind. He could trust the man underneath him and he wanted his mate to feel comfortable with him too. Somewhere deep inside his mind he wanted to be used. It felt akin to when he finally let go and let his urges win. He was surrendering to Col's needs completely and it felt like the other side of the coin to his darker edge. He could be used for destruction and that's all he was used to but he could also play fuck doll to his mate and help the man through his fears.

Dom was too up in his head but with every tug of his hair he was sinking deeper and losing his train of thought. What the fuck was happening? What magic did Kells have over him? Slick smeared against his chest and the scent was intoxicating, he felt baptized anew in his mate's need. Colson's mouth never stopped and it almost made it Alpha blush. He'd never felt so complimented and debased. “Perfect fucking mouth. Shit- gonna- yeah, just like that. Hold your breath?” He barely warned before Dominic was choking on his dick. He didn't ask and he didn't retreat when the boy turned pink.

Col was in heaven, his nerves were washed away on a rush of wanttakeneed. Dom's throat was spasming, his body fighting for air, but the fucker trusted Kells so completely he knew he could let him pass out and he'd be thanked for the deed. It felt like too much power for one man, the thought of a leashed Yungblud, but the omega's favorite thing was control of a deadly weapon and power to do whatever the fuck he wished. For just a moment he wondered how he got so damn lucky but that too drifted away as he watched plush lips nearly kiss his inked skin. “Almost. Al- fucking hell- such a good bitch.”

Dom preened internally as his head went dizzy but he kept his lips tightly sealed. He hadn't meant to let the other man finish so soon but he knew the telltale signs. The taste of precum coated his tongue and the weight in his mouth was twitching. His own cock was throbbing so hard that he thought he might pass out but for the moment everything felt secondary. His fight or flight said he could die but the Alpha in him purred happily. His head tingled where his hair was pulled but pride welled in his chest when his lips met skin. “Fuck- oh god look at you- fucking-” Something must have worried his omega because Colson's voice went thready and he started to try and pull out. Dom tried to growl and press closer and his throat swallowed hard. “Fuck!”

Kells tried to be nice, he felt frantic as pleasure zinged up his spine but crimson eyes met his and he felt a chill at what he saw. It was Dom but… not. Somehow it didn't frighten him and instead just pushed him closer to that edge. When the bastard refused to move he couldn't help what happened next.

When white heat choked the Alpha his mate finally pulled him off. The last few drops landed on his tongue and he savored his lover's flavor as he panted for breath and grinned like the Cheshire cat down at his fucked out lover. As he waited for Col to regain his ability to speak he couldn't help but be drawn to the soft wet place between those long spread legs. The scent was so intense it felt like it was all he could breath or taste. It was thick on his tongue like he'd already licked and he wondered if now his mate might allow…

Colson jumped at the feeling of hot breath over his slippery wet folds and he felt himself clench tight around nothing. He didn't slam his legs closed but it was a near thing, if letting Dom blow him was a big step this was a jump over the damn grand canyon. “Fuck are you-” He stopped himself from being mean, this was exactly what the boy was supposed to do. He wasn't even doing anything yet, just breathing Col in. Fucking weirdo. He could almost see himself falling in love with him. Shit.

“You smell like sex.” Dom growled, his voice rough and scratchy and dripping desire. It made the omega's breath catch in his chest. He did that damage to the killer.

“Duh.” He huffed simply, his mind barely online. The bastard had just blown his mind, wasn't he supposed to find his own release? Was Dom ever selfish? He couldn't be the only demanding one, it might make him spoiled. Or worse... Make him think he needed to be nice.

“I'd like to taste you.” The Alpha tried to purr. It was a simple request that felt monumental.

“You just did.” Kells knew he was being a dick, his lover was being patient and calm and it bothered something in the older man. Maybe if he just fucking took but no, he was forcing Col to give consent at every turn. “What do you want?”

The question reminded Dom of their first time. He'd held the man down and demanded he give him explicit permission. If his mate wanted to play that game… “To taste ya cunt while I play wiv me’self. Wanna put me tongue inside you as deep as I can and preferably make you squirt on me face.”

The Alpha held such strong eye contact through his whole spiel that by the time he was done and licking his pillow lips of any remnant of cum and his own blood, all Kells could say was- “Oh.” He couldn't answer aloud, his heart was racing and the bastard was choking him right back with his own speeding pulse stuck in his throat. What he could do was grip the pillow next to him and hold it against his chest but Dom took that too and tossed it aside.

“Fuck tha’. I wanna ‘ear you scream.”

“Cocky fuck.”

Dom just smirked and swiped his fingers through the mess of slick on his chest before he flicked his tongue obscenely around them to prove his point. Maybe he had a reason to be cocky. “Is there anything on you not weirdly perfectly sized for porn?”

Dom snorted a laugh and choked on his own digits but the human moment soothed a little of the raging nerves in Colson's chest. “Look in a mirror luv.”

Kells shrugged but he couldn't snark back as his Alpha started to move in again. Their eyes locked as his breath hit wet skin and when the omega didn't move to stop him again he let himself relax. With the first taste he knew nothing could ever compare. He had no idea what he was doing but he let himself take it slow and explore. The tip of his tongue traced blushed quivering wet skin from the omega's ass to his balls. Occasionally he let himself slip between and circle his hole but mostly he was just learning the shape of his mate and what made him whimper. It wasn't long before the man's legs were trembling and threatening to close around his head.

Where Col had been a mouthy bitch about his cock this felt different. He didn't know what he liked and he couldn't direct the boy anywhere. His inner walls spasmed every time Dom teased, his tongue nearly dipping inside over and over. The omega had never even played with himself besides the night he met the younger man and he didn't think that counted. Of course he liked his g-spot touched, that felt like a given, but Dom just wouldn't go inside. He shook when the boy sealed his lips against his hole and sucked before the fucker pulled back and spit pink tinged slick into his palm. Kells watched with round eyes as Dom wiggled his hand under himself and when that tell tale sticky wet sound hit his ears he knew he turned pink.

The Alpha groaned and pulled back enough to speak. Everything felt overwhelming and he knew he wouldn't last long but he needed to check in. The difference in his mate was too stark. “Wha’ you need?”

“I don't know.” Col whispered honestly. “It feels-” He flushed hotter but he couldn't finish the compliment. “Deeper?”

Dominic nodded and fought his deep aching need to shove his cock where it belonged. He wouldn't be like that, they had to learn each other first, but fuck it was hard to battle instincts. “Can I go inside?”

“With what?” The fear was immediate but he trusted Dom. It was a knee jerk reaction he knew they could overcome.

“Me tongue. Tha's all. Or you could touch ya’self?” Somehow his pride wasn't wounded that he might not make his lover scream. He knew they had time to find out what drove each other wild. This was about so much more than that. This was about making his mate feel loved- something Dom had never tried to do before. He'd never built trust in that way or cared to connect. So much was so new to them both.

The butterflies in Colson's stomach threatened to make him sick but the need rushing through him was stronger. He could see his own desire dripping down the Alpha's face. He wasn't ready to touch himself again, that felt too close to admitting what he was which admitted what grew between them- literally- but he could admit something he wanted. “Show me your dick. Sit back.”

Dom's brow arched but of course he obeyed. He settled back on his ankles and inched closer as Kells spread his legs. They both froze for a moment when the shiny pink tip of Dom's cock brushed his folds. It was an accident but they both felt wetter at the touch. “Fuck m’sorry.” The boy muttered but Col could tell it was just as torturous for the younger man as it was for him to keep their puzzle pieces from slotting together. Shit, why were they being careful?

“Why aren't we fucking again? It's not like I can get more-” He stopped himself short and grit his teeth but he knew the fucker read between the lines by the smile on his face. “Would you just shut the fuck up and put something inside me before I make you?” He felt the mistake as he said it and his heart dropped but his lover just shook his head as if to say it was okay. He caught the slight fall of a smile though and it made his heart ache. Here Dom was trying so hard to be careful of his limits and he just bulldozed over his. Fuck.

Dominic wondered if everyone had to be so careful, if all sex was a journey of learning each other. He didn't think so, he was pretty sure they were just a special matching set of mental issues but he wouldn't let it mess anything up between them. When he caught the shine of tears in his omega's eyes he let go of his cock and moved to crawl over him. For just a moment he didn't even notice how close they were again. He was too concerned about Col’s emotional state. Could he start blaming hormones yet or was it all on him? He supposed either way it was his fault. “‘Ey, you okay. Did I do summat wrong?” His voice was soft and rasped but Colson just scoffed.

“Did you? Fuck you. You have to tell me when I push it. We literally just talked about this shit. I'm sorry.” Kells sniffled but the pretty bastard just grinned. It was like he wasn't used to anyone caring. Maybe he wasn't. Fuck.

“We good. You can make me do whatever you want. Use me. I trust you.” At Dom's soft words Colson gasped, those three little words were almost worse than the others. Didn't he just prove he couldn't be trusted to censor himself? “‘Ey, stop tha’. Can feel ya brain. Be nice.” He huffed, pressing a still bloody and slick wet kiss to Col’s lips. Another. His cum covered tongue swiped across the seam of his lips and the next noises between them were soft whimpers.

Kells pulled the younger man flush against him and when he felt his lover's cock ghost his folds again his hips bucked up to chase him. They were both so wet they slipped against each other but Dom was still trying to hold himself back. Col threw his leg around the boy’s waist and tried grinding his core against the ridge of his Alpha's knot. As their tongues met and their breathing sped he kept inching closer to what they both so obviously needed.

“I were trying to wait.” Dom panted and Colson answered by biting his lower lip and sucking it between his own. “I- we shouldn't. Not yet.” His voice was as broken as he felt. The feel of Col’s hot wet cunt was too much. The omega made it to the tip of his dick, his hole catching and waiting there. It was torture. It was too much. It wasn't like the sociopath was good at self control.

“Are you waiting for me or for you?” Colson's voice was trembling as much as his body and his desire burned in his belly like fire. The look of need Dom gave him was a beautiful sight but he felt the man struggling against himself.

Dominic took a loud breath, something more akin to a groan. “Boff. You.” He admitted, he was having trouble remembering why though.

“And if I need more?”

“Fucking ‘ell-” The words were choked out as the Alpha released the last of his self control and their bodies moved fast in tandem. Dom bucked up and Colson thrust down and their shared breath sounded almost like a shout.

Kells didn't berate his shaking mate for his size or anything else. For once he couldn't find anything to complain about. The stretch was intense and overwhelming but somehow still felt exactly where they belonged. Dom’s arms wrapped tight around him as their sweat wet bodies slid against each other in a sticky loud mess. There wasn't an inch between them and Dom barely pulled out before rocking back in.

It felt slow and desperate, their holds tight and bodies weak for each other. It wasn't a push-pull but they met in the middle and their gazes never left the other except to blink away sweat. They couldn't kiss anymore, they could barely breathe. They just held on and swayed together as their pleasure built closer to release.

Every catch of Dom's crown against his spot had Colson nearly breaking, there was a knot of heat in his belly pulling tight and putting pressure where he wasn't used to it yet. The Alpha was going to get what he wanted but it wouldn't be on his face. “I'm-” He tried to speak but he couldn't and thankfully his mate seemed to understand.

“Please?” Dom was so close it ached but he wanted to watch his lover's pleasure and it was as if Kells had been waiting for just that word. His golden eyes went wide and his lips parted on a gasp. His body trembled in the Alpha's hold as he came for the man just as he asked. He could feel his own need rushing through his veins but he tried to keep his forming knot from slipping inside as Col gushed for him and made the slide so fucking smooth.

“P-please?” The omega pleaded right back, his leg tightening behind Dom's back.

“But the b-” He didn't get to finish his worry before his mate was grinding them tight. They shared a breathy moan as their bodies locked together and Dom’s cock jerked hard as he filled his lover's womb somehow fuller.

“Shut the fuck up.” Col teased, trying to kiss his boy into submission. It wasn't like they could separate without damage.

“Pushy bastard.”

“You love it.”

And even though it confused everything inside the sociopath, he knew his mate was correct. He didn't just love it, he loved Colson. He loved his mate. He wisely kept the revelation to himself, they both liked his knot too much to risk the man trying to pull away. “Eh. Maybe.” He teased instead and they shared a strangely gentle kiss for two normally rough men.

Author's Note/Tags: @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @fenoy7 @cole-way-iero28 if anyone wants tagged let me know 🖤

So I'm not sure this is up to my usual standards but I'm pretty sick today so I hope it's okay. I love them being needy and gentle though. I honestly thought they would just play but Kells was insistent they do more 🤭 I hope you enjoyed it! 💣🖤

[hernakedmuse]

Liz and Billy

Synopsis: Minka Farrah is the screen siren of the Art side of Hollywood's. David Lynch's new muse, inspires designers the new Elizabeth Taylor. Despite her appearance, she's always there for her friends. Megan's one of her best, but it turns out Megan isn't the only one who needs a shoulder to cry on, her fiancé Colson Baker, known to the world as the notorious Machine Gun Kelly, needs a shoulder too, and what a lovely sweet smelling, empathetic shoulder it is.

Going to be a Colson x OC fic.

It's going to be an explicit fic.

Warnings for first chapter: Not proofread, mentions of suicide attempts, mental health mentions.

I. Giant

♡♡Minka's POV ♡♡

Megan wasn't doing good.

We've been friends since we met on the set of my film Poison. We bonded over our love for music and she was easy and fun to be around, after that we started spending as much time as we could together and texted everyday, when we weren't filming on location she made herself an unofficial resident at my French revival on Ridgedale drive. Claiming I give the best sleepovers.

The harlot loves stealing my makeup too, Claiming I have so much makeup like a department store I wouldn't notice it missing. I let her, it's not as if I couldn't easily replace it.

I was the only person she told absolutely everything to, perhaps that's why I never corrected her when she would irk me.

Pour example, when she bugs me about why I don't get down there surgery, or after my mother who was my best friend died how I didn't find her warm enough, she has a habit of dealing with tragedy in a way Jack Frost would; Too much silence, almost like she's watching a car crash. And let's not forget that every time I desired to come out to everyone about being a transwoman, she discouraged it because my career is far too successful. Which in my good opinion is precisely why I should, I owe it to my fans to every child or adult who feels trapped inside a body that doesn't belong to them.

I well ignored her well-intentioned advice and came out anyway, while I was a judge on RuPaul's Drag Race. The media lost it people lost it, many angry men who harbored illicit fantasies of me were outraged and women claimed I was far too pretty to be a man. The news beautifully purged me of my ignorant fans, the loyal and open minded remained, and my film career didn't hurt too terribly because I was already in a more artistic genre, people would say I'm the Elizabeth Taylor of Isabella Rosselini, a Bettie Page sort of Isabelle Adjani.

When backlash arrived, Megan lovingly pointed out it was expected because of how people are, I didn't need that. She's not like Anya, who is my warmer friend.

It can't be helped, it's just her nature, she has never dealt with emotions and high stressed situations well, I can accept that.

Despite that, whenever something particularly irks or disturbs her good moods, I'm the first person she calls, and like a dutiful friend I drop it all to run to her beck and call.

She's been starting to see the rapping singer Machine Gun Kelly, the gorgeously painted tower of a man. I never listened to his music and as a fan of Motley Crüe I found The Dirt inaccurate and ridiculous. But he did a very good job as Tommy Lee. I'll admit that.

Megan is mad about Colson, that's his name. She's peanuts and almonds about him, I think it mainly has to do with how apparently skilled he is between the sheets which I can definitely see. But, unfortunately Colson like many artists, suffer from mental health issues, and Meg darling little Nutmeg is not the best with that especially as someone so beautifully intense and tragic as Mr. Baker.

Pete and I have talked about this, my best friend, my absolute beloved, who is actually Colson's beloved best friend as well. So funny that the rapper and I have only met once at Pete's birthday party. He stared at me for a rather long time before offering me a cigarette, I asked if they were French and he laughed before some girl took him away. And that was that, I was called away to Budapest for that Polanski movie.

But Megan has been telling me her forever love has been incredibly paranoid, and blaming her for not being there enough. She was thoroughly upset, and this morning she called me at 5, she couldn't sleep. She told me they fought all through the night and she was glad Casie was at her mother's. I bit back asking about her boys who she spends less and less time with these days. I climbed out of my big, comfy bed away from my canine kinder and American Sable. "Boys, we're going to Auntie Meg's a little early this morning." I Yawned, removing my silk sleeping mask and headscarf. This wasn't the first time I woke up at this time of course, but I savored my days off.

I tie on my vintage circa 1980 Victoria's Secret robe and slip on my satin rabbit shaped slippers before turning on the light on my side table.

I opened the curtains of my French doors that opened up to my bedroom balcony before inhaling the sweet air of the rose hour, and walked through the connecting door to my hardly humble and spacious master bath. No time for luxuriating in my jacuzzi tub, it's a shower today. I rubbed my eyed and messily pinned up what I could of my raven bob, pushing it back by a satin headband and capped it before slipping off my robe and entering my four person shower for one.

The heat was high and delicious and I had to remind myself that this was to be quick, Chanel facial care was my friend and aveeno's oat shower oil and doves macadamia nut body polish were the lovers that kissed my skin.

Once my duties were done I shut off the well pressured shower and dried off with my egyptian cotton towels from the warmer. I rubbed on my toner, serum, essence, moisturizer, spf, eye cream and lip care. I massaged my aveeno baby lotion on and brushed my hair down brushing in the L'Oreal mythic oil, and washed my hands with L'Occitane before moisturizing my hands with their hand cream. I quickly brushed and water flossed my teeth and for makeup it was very basic for my usual, just L'Oreal serum foundation, reddish sweetbriar and rose oil comfort lip oil by Clarins, and Lancome mascara to accentuate my violet-blue eyes a little.

I neglected my underwear today and pulled on my black, v-dipped spandex shorts, and pulled on my white polo halter, backless cropped top that says Los Angeles in black old English text on my right breast. I perfumed my pulse points with eau fraiche by Chanel before rushing to slip on my black 90s slip on sandal wedges.

I washed my chiweenie and skunks faces and leashed them up, before grabbing my Coach black tabby and 90s Prada sunglasses.

I locked up the house and called my driver Kaiden. In record time he pulled up in my black Rolls Royce that I was still too afraid to drive. I'm afraid of driving, yes, and I know it's ridiculous but I can't help the irrational fear. "Morning Kaiden, I hope you had enough sleep."

Kaiden is an ex user. I was at the Beverly Center one day and I saw this hungry young man who happened to be homeless, it upset me so much. I can't stand seeing people on the street and there's so many, so I asked him if he could drive and he said yes, and I asked him how would he like to drive luxury cars for a living. I set him up in a luxury apartment on la brea, got him medical and dental and mental health care all holistic, a signing bonus. The rest is history, Kaiden is like family and he likes to act as my bodyguard as well even though I do have one, Jack. He's protective of me, forever grateful. I look after him, make sure he goes to his therapy sessions and I cook for him and take care of his laundry. I've got a soft spot for the twenty four year old.

"I did, did you?"

"Yes I was a good girl, no parties last night, got my full eight hours father." I teased. "Have you eaten yet?"

"No mother." He teased right back.

I smiled. "I'm going to make breakfast at Meg's, she won't mind you joining, how does that sound?"

"Like I'd ever turn down your food."

"Don't make me blush."

It takes about forty minutes for me to get to Meg's new Encino mans with her rakish knight.

Kaiden parks and takes my skunk, Nikki, as I carry Vince, my chiweenie. I text her that I'm here with Kaiden and she tells me to go around back to not wake Colson.

We do as we're told and Meg is there waiting for us in her pajamas that consist of booty lounge shorts, UGG slippers, a t- shirt that obviously belonged to Colson, and her ebony hair up in a messy bun. "Hi beautiful." I whispered softly before pulling her into a hug and kissed her cheek that was warm from sleep.

"I'm so glad to see you, babe." She said softly as she squeezed me. She waved to Kaiden and slid the backdoor back to let us in.

I set Vince down who followed Kaiden and Nikki, my inked driver knew the routine and headed to the den to give Meg and I privacy.

I slipped off my sandals and followed Meg into the kitchen. I went to the coffee station to start that. I got her and Colson a Nespresso machine and milk frother with many capsules for a housewarming gift.

I put in the rich chocolate capsule that was known for its creamy and chocolate notes, and poured oat milk creamer into the frother. "Okay, I want your guts on the table." I said to her with a smile.

She sighed and slumped her body onto the island. "I can't even like…Mink…" she said my nickname with such exhaustion.

I went over to her and gently rubbed her back aside and pushed a random object off the counter. I love Meg but she's kind of a slob, but a very cute slob. "Deep breaths, like you're using a straw." I encouraged softly.

She did the breathing exercise I taught her and l went to grab three mugs and filled them with coffee, cream, and sugar. I gave her a mug and kissed her head. "Sip some of this and prepare to let It all out, I'll be right back." I left her briefly to give Kaiden his coffee, he and the fur boys were laying on the couch. I then returned to an exhausted Megan sipping her coffee. I took my mug and sat beside her. "Okay, let it out, it's just me."

She teared up as she nursed the glass mug. "It's so fucking hard sometimes, Mink." She whispered. "I can handle it I can but…I mean I'm fucking human, I can handle shit like remember I told you about the accident with Brian."

Brian was her ex husband, only knew him from playing David Silver on Beverly Hills 90210, and he's the father of her boys. They went through a lot together between his ex, being victims of the Bling Ring, and his car accident that had him partially paralyzed for a while and not to mention her affair with Shia LaBeouf. She's right, she can handle a lot.

"But," She continued. "It's fucking insane when you get called up at work from your fiancée, and he fucking tells you you're not there…" her eyes are watery and her voice starts to break.. "And talking crazy shit like somebody's after him, a-and he has a goddamn gun in his mouth!" She whispered hysterically before crying on my shoulder.

I felt my throat run dry, my tongue heavy, I set my mug down and pulled her into a hug as she wailed. Colson tried to kill himself? When was this? He must be in some awful pain to feel like he needed such an awful way out. I took a deep breath to push my own floodgates back, because it's not about me. "He was using at the time, he stopped since then, but I can't get that out of my head, Minka. I fucking can't. Why the hell would he do that to me? And I have been there for him I'm always there, I'm starting to think he wants me to stop my career and keep me in this fucking house!"

My blood ran cold, no wasn't the time for Megan to make it about herself. She Knew what she signed up for with Colson, he trusted her enough to be vulnerable with her. I took a deep breath. "Meg, I'm going to run you a bath, relax, listen to a true crime podcast and I'll make you breakfast okay? and try to clean this place up." The sink was full of dishes.

She let out a shaky breath of relief before hugging me tight. "Bitch, I swear to God I don't know how I got along without you before."

I wiped her eyes. "Please, I'm just nosy." I took her mostly empty coffee and put it in the sink before we both crept upstairs. The bathroom was chaotic and I ended up doing a quick cleaning and made a mental note to have Petra order them that new kItty litter I saw on TV with the cat goddess. I found some Lush bath bombs and put them in the big, hot jacuzzi tub, poured Laura Mercier in and lit some candles. I had Alexa put on some true crime and had the towels set up in the warmer.

Once Meg was situated, I crept back down to the kitchen. I had music on low and gathered ingredients from the fridge and pantry. From scratch I made Russian, honey poppy seed roll, croque Madame sandwich, and fruit salad. I made orange juice from scratch and added turmeric-ginger shots. I was cleaning the kitchen with the vigorous intention of making it spotless, dancing to 'Giant' by The The, swaying my hips when a familiar voice breaks into the scene. "Am I interrupting something?"

I stopped abruptly holding the broom, and spun around to see none other than all 6'4 of freshly awakened Colson Baker. He looked Michelin level delicious in boxers that hung low on his hips and absolutely nothing else.

His cobalt blue eyes weren't looking at her, they were staring. They traveled down her body making her feel self conscious. Like most people, she's attracted to him, he has that typical Taurus beauty that has you hypnotized. No one would ever guess from her vintage, art house style but, the entire punk rock and tatted I just got on parole for good behavior look is her absolute favorite.

"I just made some breakfast, Meg's in a bath, would you like some coffee?"

He sucked his lip in before giving me another once over. "Yeah, have you seen my lighter? Shit it looks clean in here."

"I have and no, you're not smoking right now." I said as I handed him his coffee.

He smirked and sat down at the island with his mug. "Okay ma." He moaned as he sipped the coffee. "Damn I love this shit, even though it gives me the shits."

I smiled. "Everything gives you the shits because you're taurus, you guys have issues." I teased as I made his plate. Megan is the same, the beautiful actress is quite gassy.

"Meg told me you know a lot about astrology."

I set his plate down, and a glass of the juice I made. "My mother was into it, her great grandmother was a gypsy from Krakow."

"That's bomb, was she psychic?"

I gave him a secretive smile. "I'll be back." I had Kaidens plate and bowls for all the animals in the house. After making sure everyone got their food, except for Megan because she's still in the bath, I grabbed my plate and joined Colson, who was inhaling his plate. "Fuck, this is so what I needed. You can cook, you know that?"

I don't know why I liked hearing his approval, he's just one of those people you always want to impress perhaps. "Glad you like it, I love cooking, I believe a good meal can fix just about anything."

"Well maybe if you hosted Thanksgiving this year, it'll fix how fucked up I am." He finished his sandwich looking like he wanted to say something. "She told you, didn't she?"

I didn't respond, which answered his question. "Did you come here to check up on her? And chew me out?" He had a defensive tone, used to people yelling at him to get his shit together no doubt.

"Truthfully, I wanted to make sure you were okay. Colson…I know we hardly know each other, but I worry about you. And you don't need a lecture you need…" he needs someone to understand him, he needs comfort, he needs everything Megan isn't giving him right now. But I didn't say that. "A few good meals." I finished.

His eyes were on me as his teeth tore into the poppy seed roll. My eyes admired him, he's so beautiful, the way he was put together was perfect. How could someone so beautiful be so broken? I didn't want to give him the you're not alone spiel, but he isn't. He's a true artist, he feels more than the average person and has gone through so much, being proven again and again he's no one's priority. He just wants to feel that he matters that his demons are wrong. He doesn't need to be told how to deal with his mental health.

Anything Anything by Dramarama played on my Spotify, he perked up before bobbing his head to the moody yet bouncy rock music. "Yo, I felt that before. I like these lyrics."

"Yeah me too, I love music like this, that makes you feel so raw."

I sang along but stopped as Colson stared at me wide-eyed. "Sorry, I know I'm not good." I said sheepishly.

"No! No, you actually have a very beautiful voice. Why didn't you ever do anything with it?"

I could feel my skin heat up. "I…acting is more of my calling and I thought my voice sounded too squeaky to be any good."

"Well, you can do both, it's done everyday. "

I smiled as I finished up my meal. "After you're done I'll clean up and get out of your hair, Meg's plate is in the microwave okay?"

"Nah you can stick around, kinda having a calming effect on the house. Like human sage." He smiled.

My heart raced and I couldn't help but return his effortlessly pretty smile.

He spoke again due to me not answering. "If you're not busy, I know you got a lot going on."

I took out my phone to text my manager. "We're good, I pushed it back."

His eyes lit up. "Cool, you play Mario Kart?"

"Never have." I don't play video games but for Colson, I will. "I guess you'll have to teach me."

"You're so…"

I bit my lip. "What?"

"You're like someone went back in time and brought you here, it's cool."

I laughed. "Thank you, I suppose."

"Hey, for real though, where's my lighter? I was a good boy and ate my food."

"More like inhaled it." I teased before going to a drawer and pulling it out and handing it to him, our fingertips brushed and I swore I felt an electric jolt. How strange. Our eyes met and I laughed before gently stroking his nail. "I need to give you a manicure, your paint is chipped." I took his hand and pressed a chaste kiss to it. I was always affectionate to all of my friends, kisses and hugs, they always teased me that despite looking like a child I behave like I'm someone's aunt that hasn't seen them in a while.

Colson must have not liked it because he stared at me like I grew two heads. I got up from the table and took his empty dishes. "I'm sorry, I forget not everyone likes to be touched."

"No, I– it's cool, I…liked it. It's just, unless it's someone I'm with, I'm not used to being touched."

"Maybe you're platonically touch-starved." I suggested as I loaded the dishwasher.

"Maybe you could help me satiate that."

A shiver ran up my spine at him saying satiate and it shouldn't have. He doesn't need more people who lust after him or want him. He needs someone to care just to care and not to gain.

"I was in a mental hospital for six months." I said suddenly as I started the dishwasher.

It was quiet for a moment and my heart was racing because Maybe I said the wrong thing.

"Minka…you don't have to say anything…" His voice was soft and tender.

"I want to, I want you to, to…I'm not just blowing smoke up your ass when I said I understand. I'm not just placating and patronizing you to make myself feel better 'helping' or to say I tried." I took a deep breath and turned around to face him, my back against the counter. His eyes wandered over my image again. "Colson, I was bullied so badly and I didn't know what I was…it was all so confusing, so awful…I didn't react too well…I don't know what I hated more, the hospital or school. My mom couldn't handle me being away that long and took me back home. I'm glad she did. She made it a little easier and less confusing…I don't know what I'd do without her." The last word turned into a frightened whisper. "I lost her almost two years ago and…it hasn't been easy, I feel so empty. I know it was awful for you when you lost your father Colson, even if he wasn't the father he should have been." A cold tear slipped down my cheek and I closed my eyes and turned away. I took a drying towel and dabbed my eyes carefully. I checked my reflection in a dish and turned back around To face him. He stared again, always staring.

"Minka…I'm so…sorry." His pretty powder blue eyes teared up.

I quickly made my way over to him and gently took his hands. "Goodness, you're tall." I put on a good smile. ''Don't you dare feel bad for me, and besides we're not making this about me. I just want you to know you can talk to me, be raw with me. You can be sushi!" I attempted to joke, he cracked a smile.

Unexpectedly, he pulled me into a hug. It was such a warm and comforting one, strangely it made me feel safe. I felt so selfish for thinking that way. I wrapped my arms around his slender waist. I think he needs a hug, but it's easier if he convinces himself it's for me.

We stayed like this for a while. He smelled like warmth and sleep and a little kush.

"Hey, I smell food!" It was Megan's raspy, sensual voice.

I pulled back from Colson fast enough to cause whiplash. Quickly I got her plate from the microwave and her juice from the fridge, handing it to her and pressing a kiss to her cheek. Colson went over to hug her from behind and kiss her neck. She giggled and turned to kiss his mouth.

I felt rude being here as their kissing became more intense, quietly I left the kitchen and headed into the living room. "Kay, gather pups, let's go." I texted my agent to tell him nevermind.

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-Welcome home-

Plot:Colson worships you

Tags/warnings:body worship,praise,pet names,somewhat soft colson😱,lots of soft kissing,edging

You and Colson have been together for a while and it was no secret that he was completely in love with you. The way he treated you was a thousand times gentler than how he treated anyone else in his life. You were the only one he trusted,the only one he would speak  his full mind to.

Today he was on his way back from a rehearsal with rook,he’s been gone all day.He was supposed to come home half an hour ago but he called you saying he got caught up. You were laid out on the couch,your playlist playing off of the tv. You missed him,so as soon as you heard the door open you ran up to him.

"Hi,love." He said to you,his arms wrapped around your torso. "Hi,I missed you." You told him. He kissed your forehead, "I missed you more,i'm sorry I was late." He apologized,tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. "It's okay,i'm glad you're home now." You said,giving him a smile. He smiled back and kissed your lips.

"God I missed your face. I've been thinking about you all day." He said,his hands going down to either sides of your hips. "Really?" You asked,pushing yourself against his chest. "Of course.Your hair is so perfect." He said,wrapping a piece of your hair gently around his finger.

"I love you." You whispered into his neck. He stroked your hair with the hand that wasn't holding yours. "I love you more." He said. "I just wanna kiss you all over I missed you." He said. The way he was obsessed with you made you feel like you were the prettiest girl in the world,it was clear he believed that.

He picked up your hand,kissing from your hand up to your arm. "How was your day love?" He asked. "It was okay,how was yours?" You replied. He kissed over the tattoo he gave you a few months ago on your arm. "It was decent,would have been better with you." He responded.

His words always brought a smile to your face. Your arms wrapped around his neck and he picked you up,his hands cupping your ass. He kissed down your neck on the way to your bedroom. He slowly let you go and you sat on the bed.

He sat in between your thighs and they instantly wrapped around behind his back. He gently kissed your lips,your body pushing together. "Missed your lips." He mumbled in the skin of your neck. "Can I?" He looked up at you,looking to see if he could take your shirt off. You nodded and he gently pulled it off of your body. You then unclipped and took off your bra for him,letting him having complete access to the top of your body. He kissed your breasts,kissing down to your stomach.

The feeling of his lips on your bare skin made you so excited. You unbuttoned your jeans as Colson spent his time leaving marks from your neck down to your collarbone.The familiar feeling of his fingers tracing hickeys on your neck was satisfying. "God,you really are so beautiful." He got on his knees in front of you,his hands wrapping around your thighs.

"Spread your legs." He told you. You listened,opening your legs as Colson's hands moved away. "I wanna please you." He said,putting his face between your thighs. You allowed his tongue to enter you,your thighs slowly closing around his head. He used his hands to spread them back open again.

He flicked his tongue inside of you,you grabbed his hair for support. "Mm." You moaned,feeling your boyfriend's tongue back in you was a great feeling. His movements sped up,and he started to suck on your clit.

"Mmmm..colson." You moaned out. You knew your moans fueled him. You felt yourself start to clench around him,you let out one more breathy moan before his tongue came out of you. "I was so close." You said. "I know,I know baby. I want to watch as you finish,though." He said.

He got up and he laid on top of you. "I need to watch you cum." He repeated. You knew just seeing you finish could make him finish so quickly. "Mm,Colson please." You said,desperate to feel some form of him again. He trailed his fingers down your neck. He slowly entered you,his full length.

He rested his head on your neck,his thrusts starting off slow. A small gasp left your lips at the sudden movement. “You always feel so good around me.” He praised. He continued his thrusts,increasing the speed. Feeling his dick instead of just his tongue felt amazing.

His hands went to your hair,his fingers tangling themselves in your curls. “Feels so fucking good.” He said again,his breath heavy. He groaned in your ear and you had to practically stop yourself from cumming right then and there. You could feel his thrusts start to slow down,a dead giveaway that he was close,but you knew he couldn’t finish until he watched you finish.

He lifted his head off of your neck,looking you right in your eyes. “Col.” You moaned,the same pit in your stomach from earlier starting to form again. You moved your head,the pleasure making it to hard to focus on him. “You’re close?” He asked,feeling you clench. “Mhm.” You managed to get out.

“Hey,look at me.” He said,followed by a throaty groan. You did as you said,forcing yourself to look him in the eyes as you could barely focus on maintaining the eye contact. “Go ahead,cum.” He said. You nodded,letting yourself release as your head fell onto the pillow. “Fuck.” He moaned. A smile grew on your face,remembering how weak watching you cum makes him. “I’m cumming.” He said,releasing inside of you with multiple groans.

“You looked so beautiful taking me.” He praised,after letting you both come down from your highs. He kissed you as he ran his hand through your slightly sweating hair. “You don’t understand how much I love you.” He spoke into your neck. You held him close to you,your arm wrapped around his back. “I love you,welcome home.” You said.

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Serotonin

Author’s Note: I finally finished something in my drafts after two months. I feel semi accomplished today! Taglist is open, as are requests!!!! Send them… I want them.

Pairing: Colson Baker x Reader

Warning: Smut, public sex, drinking, language

Inspo Song: Why are you here?

 The eyes searing into you from across the club belonged to Meg Styer; you knew of her well, based on Colson’s Instagram, she was the new arm piece. The well-known model had a reputation of making herself known to the exes, even if that meant starting confrontations when they were not needed. She crossed her long russet brown legs; they shimmered in gold, as did her entire outfit. You felt immediately outdone, thinking of the minimal effort you’d put into the outfit or your makeup today. Tonight's outing was not supposed to be about Colson or this new woman; it was about falling out of this fucking slump you'd found yourself in for the past month.

"It’s lively here.” Eric grinned. Straight edge, Eric.

You cringed inside; if your mother could have created someone on an app, Eric would have been him. Without a doubt, he was handsome, with dark hair, delicate features, and not a tattoo or piercing in sight. The club had been his idea, but parts of you believed he’d gotten the idea from your sister, who knew that there was no way in hell you’d sit at a restaurant and eat. You liked the action; your job called for you to sit in silence and awkward conversations; you didn't want your life to be a damper as well.

“It is,” you looked around, taking everything in, including the abrasive eyes that still remained on you, but it didn’t matter once he entered the room. The black shirt revealed his entire tattoo-riddled chest, even the one of your name he’d gotten a few years back. He looked like he might be up to trying you tonight, so you had to disappear and do so quickly. “We should go to the booth you got.”

“Yeah, sounds like a good idea.”

It wasn’t a good idea; you sat uncomfortably across from the pair watching their every move while trying to suppress the need to end the date abruptly and slap the fuck out of him. Irritating you always was the one thing he did exceedingly well. Meg sat in his lap, draping her arms over his body, throwing her ass on him like she had no shame!  Did he know it was you across the room from him? Did he care? You watched as the waiter brought your third glass of tequila to the table and leaned into Eric, noticing the earthy cologne mixed with the whiskey. He smelled nice, or perhaps you were elusive to the bullshit because being near to him dulled the ache of the scene across from you.

The room to be secluded offered no privacy, so even when you felt alone, you were smothered in the thoughts of what if he saw you kiss or touch this guy- what the fuck was his name again? You uncrossed your legs, clumsily kicking the round glass table in front of you and spilling his drink but thank god not yours.

“I need some air; I’m gonna go get some.” You paused and took your glass. “I’ll be back.” The words scrambled out, and you did too, pushing up from the leather couch and not looking back to see Eric’s reaction to the awkward movements.

Too many people surrounded you, and at the moment, all you truly wanted was to hear nothing and feel nothing, even if it meant you had to get shit-faced. The stairwell didn’t have many people in it; only two women consumed in one another and Colson.

Your heart sunk once you realized it was him, from fear, dread – fucking embarrassment, maybe? He shook his head; you took notice of the three earrings in one ear while the other garnished a seat of crosses that dangled. Colson’s hair was slightly disheveled atop his head; the dark roots peeked out of the platinum blonde tapered cut. He looked great as usual. “I thought you were in for the night?” Colson’s voice carried over the music because he refused not to be heard, especially by you. He looked down at you, nursing the glass of chilled tequila. You’d acquired a taste for it over the years of being with him, Colson drinking tequila like water had rubbed off on you. “This doesn’t look like your place.”

“Did you want something?”

“Why are you here with that broke down,” He paused dramatically, raising his hand as he thought of more insults. “Tom and Jerry looking motherfucker?”

“That’s the best you can do?”

Colson drug his teeth over his lip, “Where you meet him?”

“Where’s that instamodel chick? You know the one with the plastic ass and tits? You leave her in the car just so you can go check on your other hoes, or is she in here with them?”

“Man, stop.”

“I saw her looking at me, don’t tell them about me. I’m not your concern, and I am damn sure not theirs.”

“How’d you catch her looking at you if you weren’t looking at me?” Colson’s cocky smirk sent a rush of anger coursing through your body; even when he lost, he found a sure way to find a confident victory in it.

“Bye, Colson.” Your eyes met his, remembering how blue they were. Even when he was dead drunk, they found a way to still hold onto the Colson you knew was in there somewhere. The sweet one that danced in the rain and stayed in bed with you every free night he could give -- you shook it off. Breaking eye contact with him to look anywhere but the blue crystal stare. You cut down to the ground, admiring your pumps before he turned away from you and left.

The drink was no longer cold, and the tequila didn’t even burn as you chugged down the remnants of the clear liquid. You pinched the bridge of your nose, taking a deep breath, and then leaned against the stairwell.

“Long night?” Eric cleared his throat.

“Already, I’m so sorry. Could we leave here?”

Eric shook his head yes and placed his hand on your shoulder, “Is everything okay?”

“Perfectly, fine. It’s fine.” You swallowed. The hazed state of your mind needed to be cleared, especially before you left with him. “Can I meet you upfront? I’m going to freshen.”

“It’s fine; take your time.”

 You wouldn’t take your time; the quicker you were out of this place, the better. Whenever you were in his element, your mind refused to do the right thing. You moved through the crowded dance floor, carefully avoiding familiar faces. And finally, you were at the restrooms splashing the cool water on your face. You looked yourself over, grateful you hadn’t worn makeup—the trickles of water run down your rich ochre brown skin.  Too many thoughts raced through your mind out there but not in here. It was silence, and your mind was in a stupor. For a second, everything stilled, your heart and breathing were relaxed, and everything was back to normal, that moment as everything else was short-lived.

Colson’s reflection appeared in the mirror before you. “I cannot believe you lied to me?” The door clicked behind him.

“I didn’t lie to you.” The way he casually entered the women’s bathroom to start an argument pissed you off. “And get the fuck outta here.”

“We talked earlier today, and you said you were in for the night.”

“You said you were going out by yourself, and you got a whole entourage. So, same shit, we both just single now.”

“Come here.”

“No, you don’t get to tell me to come here. You don’t get to follow me in the bathroom and talk to me about fucking lying when you-.”

Words ended when his lips met yours, he towered over you, but he didn’t mind the effort it took to get to your lips. He walked you against the wall- steadying your steps to his until he picked you up, and as if your body knew the routine, you wrapped your legs around him. Your lips eagerly kissed him back, tugging on his bottom lip before returning to take more kisses. How were you this hungry for him? You wanted nothing more than him to fuck you, rip this dress and ruin you in this unlocked bathroom. “Y/N.”

“Fuck me.” You pleaded.

He only needed the confirmation to move towards his belt buckle unsheathe his dick. There were two ways you fucked, frantic and as if you would never see one another again and then slow – ironically, they both had the same outcome. Your heartbeat matched his, strumming against your chest, and his matched yours. You loved it. There was no foreplay needed; you wanted to feel every inch of the pain he had to offer. He pushed the black dress up to your thighs, bunching the fabric enough that it revealed your pussy for him. He swiped his tongue over the pads over his fingers and swiped your lips. You were wet for him. You had been the whole night, no matter how much you wanted to deny it. He pushed the long finger into you, curling it to press the soft pad that made you squirm and throw your head back in pleasure.

He moved from the wall to the counters, not giving a fuck if someone walked in or not; he spread your legs wider for him and gripped your curls. Exposed to the world, but all you could see was him. You reveled as he slammed into your hilt deep, muted your sequel with his lips, and paused. “You missed me, didn’t you?” He whispered. “Y/N?”

“Shut up,” Your pussy answered for you, squeezing to pull him deeper as he fucked into you. He wasn’t even deep enough for you; your fingers tug on the black shirt as you thrust to meet him each time. Your skin clapped against his every time, his cock expertly hitting that spot inside of you that made you want to cum right then and there. You held it, panting as it began to build up all over your body. He knew the signals, the way your hands rapt against him, legs quivered, and your pussy throbbed.

“Up.” He said, listening to the door open behind him.

Decency had left when he started fucking you, there was no way in hell you’d stop now, and Colson possessed no fucks when it came to sex. They could watch whoever the fuck it was. He positioned you in front of the mirror, bent over for him. Colson’s heavy hand came down on your ass, and then he pushed into you arching your back before wrapping a hand around your hair and fucking into you wildly.

Your ass bounced back on him, and his moans made you wetter. Your fists clenched as you tried to steady yourself – there was no controlling the orgasm that flowed through you. Your breath quickened, your toes curled, and your eyes snapped closed as his name rolled from your tongue.

“Open them eyes.” He gave an arrogant laugh before leaning over you, pushing himself deeper and flicking his tongue over the lobe of your ear.,

Your eyes opened, and you saw yourself flushed with sweat, mouth open, and him fucking the shit out of you. The scene erotic, beautiful, and shit you wanted it again and again. “Oh shit.” You mumbled.

“You think that fucking clown ass suit gone give you this?” He laughed as he slapped your ass again. “I thought not.” He guided you back on him, taking your hips in his hands, making sure you took every inch. He was greedy himself, watching your breast bounce in the reflection of the mirror, all while hearing you echo throughout the entire bathroom. It was music to his ears. Colson slowed his stroke momentarily, peppering, kissing down your shoulder blade before increased his pace once again, and your body jolted. You ground against him, urging him to cum and the pressure built. He panted against your back for a moment and then kissed your exposed skin. “Don’t go home with him.” He whispered, retrieving your panties from his pocket. Colson lowered himself to his knees and turned you around.

“You can’t tell me that.” You whispered.

“I’m asking.”

“Are you taking her home?”

“I can drop her ass off at her place right now.” He smiled, pointing. “Shit, you can ride shotgun.”

Good memories flooded of his snarky ass sense of humor and late nights. “You’re silly.”

Colson adjusted your dress and then stood in front of you, making sure your hair and lipstick was not smudged everywhere. “Drop Chandler off and come home.”

“Fucking hell mate,” Dom’s voice did not seem shocked. “This other chick is trying to kill me out here. Y/N?”

“Dude, will you get the fuck out of here… like now.”

“Fine. I’m leaving.”

“This was-,” You step away. “Uhm, I don’t know. I’ll call you okay?”

“Tonight?”

“Tomorrow.” You clarified. “Or the next day, just give me a damn minute to breathe?”

“Bet.” He sighed. “Should I go first… so it won’t seem suspect?”

“You’re a 6’4” guy leaving the women’s restroom, you’re busted.” You chuckled.

 A/N: I through Dom (Yungblud) in there because I kinda love him just as much lol might right him too! Hope you enjoyed! Thank you! Please let me know what you think!

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oh my god i just came up with this concept: you’re giving pete head and colson happens to randomly face time pete and instead of telling you to stop he answers the phone and basically shows you off

YES YES ok im a little rusty but hey

Freaky Fuck | Pete Davidson

tw?:smut, a dash of semi-public sex.

word count:690 (nice)

Your eyes flutter open slowly, gaze trailing up to take in the ethereal sight of your boyfriend enjoying the blowjob you’re giving him. His eyes clamped shut, mouth slightly agape, small moans slipping past his plump lips every time your tongue would slide across his tip.

Breathing through your nose, you tried taking him deeper this time. Your lips sliding across his length, suppressing a gag as he hits the back of your throat.

You loved giving Pete blowjobs, there was something so hot about focusing on a mans pleasure when you know he can focus on yours. Blowing him like you’re begging him to give it to you hard, like you have to prove yourself to him. His tattooed hands coming forward to wrap your hair in a rough ponytail. 

You thought of what he might do to you when he was done, if you would get his fingers or his tongue, or maybe just his raw dick. Your spit and juices mixing with his precum as he pounded you relentlessly. How you would feel your tummy tighten as he rubbed at your clit, whimpering out that you’re about to cum, how he would lean down and groan in your ear “good girl.”

Or maybe he would be tired from his first orgasm and you’d have to ride him, begging him to please let you cum.

Well, of course he would always make sure you came, if not edging you a bit first, but you liked to beg for it. It made you feel submissive to him, like your pleasure was in his hands. Like you weren’t worthy of an orgasm on his beautiful cock. 

You were kicked out of your trance by the sound of a phone ringing, your eyes snapping open just soon enough to catch Pete reaching over to grab his phone. Pete took a moment to read the contact before presumably hanging up, your actions hastily continuing. 

“Oh shit.” A laugh came through the phone, a laugh you’d know anywhere. You’d heard it enough whenever Pete and Colson would call to catch up on whatever stupid thing the other had done.

You weren’t sure if Pete had expected you to be embarrassed, or if he just thought it was hot, but either way you continued to pump and suck him like you were going for first prize. You didn’t mind a little audience.

“Fuck,” he moans “look at how she’s working me. Feels so fuckin’ good.”

Looking up through your lashes at the camera, you tried your best to look sexy. Well, as sexy as you could with a dick down your throat. It was clearly doing something for Pete as you could feel his breathing quicken and his cock begin to throb in your mouth. Humming against him, your actions sped up as your confidence grew, eyes locked on the way his face contorted in pleasure.

“Yeah, suck that shit. I think she’s enjoying it.”

“Yeah?”

“I think she likes being watched,” Petes head hung back to rest on the couch, eyes clamped shut “let him cum on your face.” Colson directs. The camera was facing you, so you couldn’t see Colson, but you couldn’t help but wonder if he was stroking himself beyond the screen. 

With the image in mind you pulled Pete’s hard dick from past your lips, wiping the string of spit out of the air while you jerked him above your face. Pete glanced down at his phone screen, readjusting the position so he was sure Colson had full view of the moment. 

Pete came on your face with a groan, hot spurts on cum landing on your face while you relentlessly jerked him, milking him for all he had. When you were satisfied you brought his tip back up to your lips, swirling your tongue around it and cleaning what was left. His hips jerked up a bit as you suckled at his tip, sliding himself against your tongue.

“She wants more.” Colson snickers, the sound of his spoon hitting a bowl following after.

“Is he... eating cereal?” You ask, Pete laughing a bit as he nods “Freaky fuck.”