#mgk blurb

[estsmutxx]

ROULETTE

(Short blurb,not actual smut)

Plot:colson doesn't like your attitude

warnings/tags:GUNPLAY,weapons,degrading,name calling,bratty!reader,mean!colson,pain kink,fear kink,etc

"Get in the fucking house." Colson demands,dragging you into the house as he slams the door behind you. "You're such a brat." He mutters,rubbing his temples.

"I am not." You snap back,sitting on the couch,your back against the cushions. "You are. You can't freak out and whine at a restaurant because they messed up your order." He says,kneeling in front of you. "Mm.." You huff, "It's not my fault they got it wrong." You reply,his fingers tracing the straps on your heels as he helps you take them off. He rolls his eyes at you,pulling the heels off your feet.

"Thank you." You whisper sweetly,pretending like nothing ever happened. "Mhm." He says blankly,putting your heels down next to the couch. "Are you mad at me?" You ask,knowing his answer.

He didn't answer,setting your purse down next to you. "Colsonnn" You whined,reaching out for him. He pushes your hand away,his ring hitting the back of your hand. "Don't be mad at me." You mutter as he shakes his head. "Shut up." He tells you,one hand grabbing your neck.

This is exactly how you wanted him,frustrated. His fingers brushed over your chin,pushing your head up to look at him. "Change your fucking attitude." He says,pulling his hand away from you,you almost whine at the loss of the warmth of his fingers. He walks away and you can hear the slamming of the dresser coming from upstairs.

He rushes back downstairs and before you can even ask him what’s happening there’s a gun holding your chin up. “Col-” You try to say but he cuts you off,parting your lips with the tip of the gun. “Relax.” He tells you,his eyes studying all of your reactions.

You look up at him,your eyes pleading,trailing down to the gun. “Suck.” He demands,putting the tip of the gun into your mouth. You do exactly what he says,the cold metal hitting your throat as you suck on the gun,trailing your tongue up the details on the side.

“Good. Just like that. Just a little more.” He praises,one of his hands trailing up your shirt. You whimper,humming around the gun. He points it up,brushing the back of your throat with it. “It’s crazy,the trust you have for me.” He whispers. He pulls the gun out of your mouth,making you involuntarily groan.

“Look at me.” He tells you. He’s not asking you,he’s telling you. You look up at him,the gun still gripped in his hand. “You’re so quiet now. You scared?” He asks,amusement in his voice.

“Yes.” You choke out,your voice shaking as he presses the gun against your forehead. “Good.” He replies,a grin forming on his face. “I wouldn’t hurt you. But I could,and you would fucking let me.”

[machinegunbun]

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.”

[marbledaesthetics]

highlighter | mgk

pairing: colson baker x reader (unspecified gender)

warnings: none, just pure fluff

description: you put highlighter on colson

word count: 276 (smol boi)

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

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

masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[maladaptiv3]

a thing for counters...

Content: request from anon - “Can you please write on about you and Colson doing a interview and they keep asking about your sex life and Colson get turned on (ew I hate myself) from hearing you talk about it and you have sex in the bathroom please and thank you”

Warnings: Smut!! Swearing!!

Word Count: 2,116 

*original content by colsonbakes*

You were standing in the bathroom finishing up with the straightening iron when Colson came and wrapped his arms around your waist, “You know, someone could have done that for you when we got to the studio?” You set the hot iron down on the counter and turned around to face him, “Well, I know. I just like doing it myself, I think it calms my nerves. It gives me a false sense of control.” You stifled a laugh. Colson leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips, “Mmmm, baby, you taste so good.” You smiled and brought your thumb to his lips, wiping them clean, “You’re getting lipstick all over yourself.” He smirked and replied before crashing his lips back onto yours, “I don’t care.” You playfully shoved him off as he lifted you onto the counter, “Come on, I just finished my makeup.” He started to kiss your neck as you wrapped your arms around his long torso, “I’ll be quick, we do have somewhere to be, ya know.” It didn’t take much convincing on his part once his lips found your collarbone, “Just don’t ruin my makeup.” “No promises.”

The two of you finally made your way to the car waiting out front and found Ashleigh already inside. She was looking at her phone, “What took you guys so long?” You both shrugged, “Nothing.” She gave you a suspicious look. You were almost to the studio when Ashleigh broke the silence, “Did you warn her?” You gave her and Colson a confused look, “Warn me about what?” Colson squeezed your thigh, “We are doing a Vice interview.” You were still confused, “I know.” Ashleigh locked her phone and threw it into her purse, “These Vice interviewers tend to get a little personal when they interview couples. If you catch my drift.” You nodded, “Ohhhh, I see.” Great, as if you weren’t already nervous enough. Colson took your hand in his, “You don’t have anything to be nervous about. I’ve pretty much said anything you can an interview, nothing will be a surprise for them.” You shrugged and Ashleigh nodded in agreement, “He’s right.” He motioned to Ashleigh, “See?! Nothing to worry about.” She tossed a small pack of tissues into Colson’s lap. Failing to catch them, he looked at her curiously, “What are these for?” She pointed to her neck, “You might want to clean up before we get there, at least leave a little mystery until the obscene questions are asked.” He smiled over at you, looking pleased with himself. You took a tissue from the pack and started to wipe away the leftover lipstick you missed the first time and slightly turned towards to Ashleigh, “Sorry, I thought I got it all back at the house.” She let out a little laugh, “I’ve gotten pretty used to it.” You and Colson just smirked at each other.

After you did some touchups on your hair and makeup and Colson successfully drank another two cups of coffee, it was time for the two of you to take your places next to the interviewer. You squeezed the top of Colson’s knee. He took your hand in his and whispered, “Is everything okay?” You swallowed hard and tried not to panic, “I’m starting to get nervous.” He pressed a soft kiss to your lips, “You’ll be fine, I’m right here. It’s just an internet broadcast.” You weren’t sure that comforted you. The interviewer sat down on the cushy chair opposite of the two of you, “Well, aren’t you two just adorable. I have been looking forward to this segment all morning! I’m Chelsea!” You stuck your hand out to shake hers, “It is so nice to meet you. I have to admit, I am a bit nervous, I’ve never done a live interview before.” Chelsea shifted in her seat, “Well, you two have garnered quite the attention over the last few years, I figured it was time.” You leaned into Colson, “I guess, but I am just not as used to the spotlight as some of your other guests' partners.”

The director caught Chelsea’s attention to let her know it was time to come back from the break. She immediately perked up and smiled for the camera, “If you’re still tuning into our stream, then I have a treat for you. Let me welcome Machine Gun Kelly and his lovely girlfriend.” Colson beamed, “Thanks, thank you. We are excited to be here.” You smiled at Chelsea, “Yes, I am very excited, but I do have to admit, I am a bit nervous to be here.” She smiled back at you, “Don’t be! This is going to be lots of fun. If it is alright with you two, I was hoping we could do a couple’s Q&A.” You and Colson both smiled and nodded in agreement. Chelsea turned to face the camera, “So let’s get started.” Then she turned back to you guys, “I am just going to ask you guys some couple’s questions, some might get a little personal, but it is all in good fun. You ready?” Colson shifted in his seat and sat forward a little bit, “I think we’re ready.” Chelsea smiled, “Perfect.”

Chelsea looked down at her cue cards, “Let’s start off easy. How long have you guys been together and where did you meet?” Colson answered first, he could sense that you were still nervous, “Uh, let’s see, almost four years.” Chelsea looked directly at you, wanting you to answer, “And where did you meet?” You shifted and squeezed the outside of Colson’s thigh, hoping you could get a proper sentence out, “We met at one of his concerts actually, through a mutual friend. Nothing too glamorous.” Chelsea nodded, “Classic meet-cute. So, then where was your first date?” Colson smiled at you, “You wanna take this one?” You nodded, “Sure. Ya know, we were hanging out casually for a while, but for our first official date, Colson set up such a cute little dinner in his backyard. I am a huge homebody, so it was perfect.” Chelsea tilted her head to the side and stuck out her bottom lip, “Awww, that’s so sweet. Now, how would each of you describe your relationship in one word?” Colson squeezed the inside of your thigh, “Exciting.” You placed his hand on top of his, “Chaotic.” Chelsea looked back down at her cards, shuffling through them, “Oooo, here’s a good one. What are each other’s turn-ons?” Colson took a minute to think, “You want me to say what her turn-ons are?” Chelsea nodded her head, “Yes, it’s just something fun we do.” He nodded, “Oh, then easy. Hands and hair. Specifically my hands and my morning hair.” You smiled to yourself, already knowing what you were going to say, “Feet. He likes feet. No way around it.” He laughed, acting a bit embarrassed, “She’s not wrong.”

After answering that question, you had a feeling that more personal questions were about to make their appearance. Chelsea smirked, “What is your stance on sleeping with someone on the first date?” You blushed, “Oh boy.” Colson took that opportunity to answer, “Oh, we believe in it.” You just smiled and shook your head. Chelsea mused, “Well, on that note, where is the weirdest place you guys have had sex?” You were a bit caught off guard, you didn’t typically share this much information about your sex life on the internet, but you had no problem playing the game. You looked over at Colson, “You go first, I think we might have different answers.” He gladly obliged, “A children’s birthday party.” Chelsea looked shocked and playfully swatted Colson with her cards, “A children’s birthday party? Bold.” He interjected, “Well, we were in the bathroom.” She motioned towards you, “Do you have a different answer?” You nodded, “A stairwell, at a venue.” Chelsea looked impressed, “Okay, rapid fire. Best place you’ve done it and your favorite place to do it?” You both thought for a second then you and Colson looked at each other. At almost the same exact time you both said, “A children’s birthday party.” “And your favorite?” Colson took the words right from your mouth, “Counters. Bathroom, kitchen, you name it.”

Those last few questions had you reminiscing on yours and Colson’s past sexual endeavors. You still found it hard to believe that you couldn’t keep your hands off each other at a children’s birthday party, out of all places. Even in the midst of screaming kids and half-drunk parents, you couldn’t stop thinking about dragging him into the nearest bathroom and running your nails down his back. You glanced over at Colson and you could tell was thinking about the same thing as you. He was relentlessly chewing on his bottom lip and continuously shifting in his seat, he was getting antsy. You started tapping your fingers on the top of your knee, eager to get out of this interview seat. You weren’t sure how long Chelsea had been talking, but you shifted your attention back to her. She was closing up the interview when you finally realized what was going on, “It was such a pleasure to have you both, come back anytime.” You and Colson both smiled and hugged Chelsea, quickly saying your “goodbyes” and “thank yous.”

Colson took his hand in yours and was practically dragging you behind him. You nearly stumbled as your short legs tried to keep time with his lanky ones, “Where are we going?” He pushed a door handle down and pulled you into a room, eagerly searching for your lips. He slowly pushed you back by your waist and you felt your back hit something. He lifted you up and you felt the cold marble counter on the back of your thighs. You were in a bathroom, typical. You gently pushed Colson’s shoulders back, disconnecting your lips, so that you could meet his gaze, “Isn’t this a little cliché?” He tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, “Who cares?” You pressed a long kiss to his lips, “I guess I don’t.” Colson reconnected your lips as his fingers grazed the waistband of your jeans. You started to kiss down his neck and undo his belt. You tugged on the top of his jeans, struggling to undo his button. You huffed in frustration, “Colson, take your fucking pants off.” He teased as he drug yours down your legs, “Someone’s pushy.” You concentrated on his hands as he pulled his zipper down, letting his jeans pool at his ankles, “Hey, this was your idea.”

You reached out for his hand, pulling him back between your legs. You wrapped your arms around his neck and his head dipped to meet yours. Colson moved one of his hands from its place on your waist, his fingers slowly stroking the soft skin on the inside of your thigh, never once breaking the kiss. He slowly pushed two of his long fingers into you and you moaned into his lips, “Fuck.” As he began to work his fingers, you fisted his shirt and pulled him closer to you. Your breathing became jagged and you could feel the heat building. You pressed your lips to his earlobe, “Just fuck me already.” All movements ceased and Colson growled in your ear, “If that’s what you want.” Colson quickly pushed into you and gave you no time to adjust as he began to move his lips against yours. You wrapped your legs around him as tight as you could, digging your heels into him, pushing him further into you, if that were even possible. His thrusts were uneven and it wasn’t long before he was squeezing his eyes shut, groaning into your neck. That was enough to send you over the edge. You sat there, breathing heavy, arms still wrapped around each other, basking in the euphoria that hung in the air. He kissed your forehead, “We gotta stop having sex in bathrooms.” You let out a slight laugh, “I don’t think so.”

You hopped off the counter and pulled your jeans back up. You studied yourself in the mirror, attempting to fix your smeared makeup. Colson wrapped his arms around you, “You look fine.” You wiped the corner of your mouth with a tissue, “No, I look like I just had sex in a bathroom.” He smirked, “You did.” You shook your head and turned to open the door, fully expecting to unlock it. You turned the handle with ease, “Colson!” He faked confusion, “What?” “You forgot to lock the door.” He lightly squeezed your waist as you tried to discreetly walk out of the bathroom, “I didn’t forget to do anything.”  

[reddesertcolbs]

gentle // colson baker

this is smut so 18+ as per usual. (basically soft dad colson and i live for it 🥺)

requested: yes

summary: you and colson have sex for the first time since you gave birth to your four month old son, ending with the colson, you and your son having a bath together.

word count: 4.1k words.

warnings: swear words, slight mention of insecurities, fingering, sexual intercourse.

my writing

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“and he’s down.” colson smiles wide, a look of triumph evident on his features as your husband stalks closer to the bed where you are currently laying, getting ready to cuddle up and fall asleep together.

“that didn’t take long,” you smile fondly, opening your arms wide for him. instantly, the blonde moves closer to you, arms wrapping loosely around your waist and his head rests onto your chest, peppering small kisses to your exposed skin from your vest top. your hands move to his hair, fingers threading through his blonde locks soothingly, emitting a content sigh from him through his nostrils. “you’re doing so great, cols. i’m so proud of you.” 

“thank you baby girl.” he raises his head from your chest with huge smile. he lifts himself onto his hands and scoots his body up the bed slightly so your noses are touching, before leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “i’m more proud of you. you’re a great mum to him. he’s lucky to have you, i’m lucky to have you.” 

“thank you, cols.” blushing at his words slightly, before pressing your lips to his again for a quick peck. “it means a lot to hear you say them words.” 

“no need to thank me, you’re doing a great job. you’re such a good mum to him.” he smiles wide, eyes glimmering with devotion as he stares down at you. 

“do you think he will be down for a couple of hours?” you ask, raising your brow with a seductive smirk. one hand moves from his waist, up to his hair and your fingers push the hair back that has fallen into his face, before press your lips against his for a brief moment. 

colson releases a throaty groan at your words, wanting nothing more than to bury his dick deep inside of you but there’s always a constant fear of hurting you, which is the reason why colson has refused to fuck you. even though you have had the green light from your doctor after a checkup, the most he has done since you’ve been given the okay was make you feel good with his mouth and fingers, and that’s fine, but you really miss his cock.

“i don’t want to hurt you, baby.” he sighs, pressing another kiss to your lips before disconnecting them, flicking his eyes from your lips to your eyes, thinking over the idea in his head as your fingers work through his locks. 

“you won’t, cols. the doctor said it’s all fine, i’m all healed.” you try to reassure him, moving your hand that is holding onto his waist and dragging your fingertips over his tattooed back. “i promise.”

“okay,” he says softly, lifting one of his hands up to caress your soft cheek before connecting his lips with yours with a hum, pulling away after a few seconds. ���if it hurts or feels uncomfortable, please let me know, okay?”

“i will baby, don’t worry.” you nod whilst smiling wide at him, excitement taking over your body and mind at the thought of having your man’s cock inside you again. he holds himself with his hands so he doesn’t fall onto you, and shakes his head teasingly at your eagerness. 

he exhales a shaky breath through his nostrils before smiling, leaning down and slotting his lips with yours gently. your lips move in sync, soft and slow, as one of his hands trials down your body, giving your hip a gentle squeeze. 

his lips move past your lips to your jaw, peppering kisses into the skin before lowering his lips to the right side of your neck. immediately his lips find the spot that makes your eyes flutter shut and soft whines leave your lips, and he smiles against your neck once you emit a quiet moan. nibbling onto the side of your neck, leaving his mark onto the side of your neck as his left hand moves lower, stopping at the waistband of your cotton shorts. he lifts his head up to look at you, before placing a quick kiss to your plump lips.

“can i take these off you, princess?” he asks, eyes searching your face for any hesitation, but a warm smile and soft eyes appear onto his face when you smile up at him with a sparkle of love in your eyes. 

“yes, take them off please.” you nod your head up and down, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth in anticipation as he slowly peels your shorts off your legs, taking your knickers off with them at the same time and throwing them behind him, not caring where they land. glancing down to your core, your lower half is completely bare and on sight for him, he tugs his lip between his teeth and groans at the sight of your core already glistening in your slickness. 

“so beautiful, baby.” he mummers, moving his left hand so it’s resting by your head, just like his right hand and connecting his lips back onto your hungrily. 

your hands knit into his locks, as you wrap your legs around his hips to tug him closer to you. the feeling of his bulge rubbing against your bare core makes you whimper quietly against his mouth, causing the blonde to smirk. you swipe your tongue along his bottom lip, begging for access and within a second his lips part, tongues colliding and rubbing together. 

his left hand trails along your body, fingertips tickling your skin, stopping at the hem of your shirt. steadily, he raises your shirt up but his movements come to a halt once he feels you tense up. 

“what’s wrong, baby? you okay? want me to stop?” he questions, eyes flicking across your face quickly with knitted eyebrows in concern. 

“no it’s okay,” you offer him a small smile, lip tucked between your teeth as you gather your thoughts before sighing loudly, causing colson to frown. “ it’s just, my body doesn’t look as nice as it did before i gave birth to him, you know. i’m just feeling a little self conscious about it because my body hasn’t bounced back to how it was before.” 

“love,” colson sighs, pressing his lips to your forehead before diverting his gaze to your eyes, looking deeply into them. “i love you. god you birthed our baby, y/n. you were absolutely gorgeous before and you’re even more gorgeous now. i know you don’t feel the greatest about yourself and that’s fine to feel like that, but i’m telling you that you’re so so beautiful and i’ll continue to tell you that every fucking day.” 

“thank you, baby. i love you so much you have no idea.” you whisper, leaning up to connect your lips with his for a loving kiss. your hands move to hold his back, tugging his body closer to yours. 

“i love you so much more, y/n. now let me show you, can i do that?” he mumbles against your lips, peppering them one last time as you nod and hum to answer his question. he smiles before breaking his kiss, and moves his lips to your neck again. 

“please.” you whimper, the feeling of his lips moving against your sweet spot making your eyes flutter shut and soft whines emitting from your lips. 

smiling against your lips in satisfaction, he raises onto his hands, before he scoots himself down, spreading your legs open slightly as his hands move to the hem of your shirt again, and he flicks his gaze up to you with dilated pupils as you look at him through your lashes. 

“i’m going to remove this now? is that okay baby?” he says, fingertips running underneath your shirt tickling your skin with every move of his hands. 

“yeah, that’s okay.” you mumble, eyes watching his hands that hook onto your shirt and raise it up ever so slightly so your stomach is on show. he leans forward and connects his lips to your stomach, leaving soft and gentle kisses across the various stretch marks that are littered across your belly. 

proudness bubbles in the pit of colson’s chest as he gazes up at you, your eyes boaring into his as he moves up your body, hands pushing up your shirt even more so your breasts are on show. your breasts aren’t as perky anymore and there are stretch marks from them swelling throughout the past nine months, but colson didn’t care as he thinks they are just as gorgeous as before. 

“you’re so fucking beautiful, baby.” he whispers, eyes locking with yours as he fully removes your shirt and throws it behind him to join your shorts and knickers on the floor. his eyes flicker across your chest, to your stomach and back up to your eyes, a smile of fondness covering his face, before he lowers his head.

with a wide smile on your face, your hands reach forward to thread through his hair, tugging gently onto his roots as his lips wrap around your perky nipple from the coolness in the room. 

“cols, please baby. need you to do something.” you whimper loud, as his lips and tongue move from your left nipple to the right nipple, sucking deep red marks into the skin of them in his trail. 

one of his hands travels from your hip down to your thighs, fingertips dancing along the softness of your skin as he parts your legs with his hand, stopping once his fingers brush against your core. his middle finger dips between your folds, gathering your wetness as he brings his fingertip to your clit, rubbing soft circles into it. 

“fuck, feels good already.” you whimper softly, hands tightening slightly into his hair, as he brings his head back up to yours, slotting your lips together into a lustful kiss. 

he quickens his pace with his middle finger ever so slightly, not too fast and not too slow. one of your hands move out of his hair to hold his shoulder, fingers clinging onto his tattooed shoulder as soft whines emit past your lips as he dips his finger into your core, his finger stretching you a little bit causing you to groan against his lips. 

“so wet for me, darling.” he mutters against your lips, a throaty groan releasing from his chest as you whimper and clench around his digit. “doing so well for me.” 

“faster cols, please.” you whisper, pulling away from his lips to tip your head back against the soft pillows in pleasure when his finger moves a bit quicker, causing your eyes to close shut and mouth open ajar as soft moans leave your lips. “so good baby, don’t stop. need more.” 

“you sure, angel? don’t want to hurt you.” he asks, moving his lips back to your neck and sucking deep red marks into the base of your neck and leaving open mouthed kisses all of it, whilst keeping the same rhythm with his middle finger.

“yeah i’m sure, you’re fine i promise.” you whine loudly, fingers curling around his shoulder even tighter as his ring finger joins his middle finger deep inside your core. “shit that’s it, god so good.” 

he pumps his fingers deep in and out of you, each thrust of his hand causing loud moans escape your lips. his digits curl upwards, fingertips prodding against the spongy wall that makes you see stars every time he rubs his tips against it, resulting to your eyes rolling in the back of your head and fingernails digging into colson’s tattooed skin, leaving crescent moon shapes into them as your mark. 

“holy. shit, i’m so close, colson. fuck don’t stop.” you moan freely, moans become louder as the coil in your stomach turns and is threatening to snap at any moment. 

“wanna make you cum with my cock, baby girl.” he mummers seductively against your neck, pulling his hand away from your core as you whine at the loss of contact. 

“fuck, yes please. need your cock, colson.” you beg, eyeing up colson as he sits up onto his knees and his hands reach for the waistband of his boxer shorts. 

flicking his gaze up to your eyes, he smirks to see you looking at him with blown out pupils and your lip tucked between your teeth to stop your mouth from watering at the sight of colson’s rock hard cock oozing with precum from his red swollen tip. 

you watch as he leans over to the bedside table, opening the drawer wide and reaching inside. once finding what he was looking for, he returns between your legs and places the condom wrapper between his teeth, opening it up and pulling the condom out of the silver packet. your mouth waters, as you watch him roll the condom swiftly down his length, eyes flicking up to yours for a moment before leaning forward on one of his hands so his face is near yours again. 

“got to wrap up, can’t have another baby yet.” he chuckles, pressing his lips with yours for a soft and loving kiss as you giggle against them. “ready, angel?” 

“yeah, please, need your cock so bad.” you whine in desperation, your core pulsating in eagerness to feel his cock glide through your walls again. 

“let me know if you feel any pain or feel uncomfortable, okay? i’m going to go slow.” he mumbles, lips millimetres away from yours causing his hot breath to fan across your face. 

“i will, i promise.” you smile up to him, one of your hands rests on the nape of his neck, as the other travels to his back, clinging onto tightly as he runs the tip of his cock through your folds, gathering your wetness. 

“ready?” 

“more than ready, baby.” you whisper, pulling his face down to yours so you can place a kiss to his soft lips for reassurance, but a whine is released when he you feel the tip of his cock push through your entrance slowly. “fuck.” 

“you okay? need me to stop?” his hips stop for a brief moment, but you hand pushing onto his hips makes his hips move forward again. 

“no, i’m okay. promise.” 

with a quick nod and a peck to your forehead, colson releases a shaky sigh through his nostrils as his cock travels through your warm velvet walls for the first time in months. colson and you had sex when you were pregnant, but he became more careful as you neared the seven month mark of your pregnancy and decided just to use his mouth and not his cock to make you feel good.

“feel so good wrapped around my cock, angel.” he groans quietly against your forehead once his cock is fully inserted, his hips coming to a stop once his pelvis is resting against your clit, so you could get used to your entrance being stretched again.

“you can move, baby. i’m okay, i promise.” your fingertips glide through his hair, pushing back the hair that has fallen in his face, before leaning up and pressing a gentle kiss to the tip of his nose, causing the blondes lips to curl into a smile. 

slowly, colson retracts his hips, pulling them backwards before thrusting forward again, emitting a loud whimper from you and a throaty groan from him. his hips move slowly, building up the rhythm that makes both of your eyes shut in pleasure. he lifts his thumb up to his mouth, wetting the tip with his spit before bringing it down to where your bodies are colliding, circling your clit with the pad of his thumb. 

“fuck, yes that’s it baby.” you groan, head tipping back against the dark grey pillows with your mouth hanging wide open and loud moans escaping your plump lips. “shit, faster cols.” 

he obeys, picking up the speed with his hips to the point his own head tips back in bliss, strangling whimpers falling from his lips as he feels your walls clench slightly around his length. 

“you doing okay baby? i’m not hurting you no?” he inquires, lifting his head back up to look at you, smiling to see your face screwed up in pleasure.

“yes, doing great. fucking hell colson, you feel so good.” you tug on the nape of his neck, pulling him close to you so you can slot your lips with his.

“holy shit, i’ve missed your pussy baby girl. i love you so much.” he grunts, hips smacking against yours as his thumb rubs circles into your clit faster, causing the coil in your stomach from earlier to return. “god you feel amazing wrapped around my cock. gonna make you cum so hard, fuck.”

“yes baby, make me cum. fuck getting so close.” you cry out, the knot in your stomach tightening, as well as colson’s, as he fucks into you nice and deep. 

colson knows you’re about to cum, as your core clenches around his cock tightly. your legs lock around his hips, thighs begging to shut and your back arches off the bed as colson continues to fuck your pussy deeply.

“cum for me baby, i know you want to. can feel you angel.” he spits out, leaning his head down and brushing his lips with yours. pushing his tongue through your mouth, both of your tongues swirl together, as you both groan into each other’s mouths as the pleasure increases rapidly. pulling away from his lips for air, loud whines from you releasing into the air as the coil begs to snap. 

“gonna cum, don’t stop.” you pant, mouth wide open with high pitched moans falling freely out of it as your pussy begins to pulsate harshly around colson’s cock. he pushes his hips deeper into yours, his cock gliding through your walls deliciously with every thrust of his hips and he’s so deep, you’re swear you can feel him in your stomach.

“yes that’s it, princess. cum around my cock.” he growls, his own high building up quickly as he snaps his hips against yours fast, causing the sound of slapping skin to flood the room. 

his words were all you needed for the knot in your stomach to snap, high pitched moans and groans leaving your lips as you screw your eyes shut. clenching around colson’s cock, you release your slickness all over his condom covered shaft. your whole body shakes in pleasure uncontrollably, as your hands cling onto colson’s sweaty skin for dear life.

“that’s my girl, good girl. i’m right behind you, shit.” he releases small whimpers against your neck, as your pussy clenches and unclenches around his length, causing colson’s hips to stutter as he thrusts. “holy fuck, i’m cumming.” 

releasing loud strangled groans, colson’s hips come to a stop as his cock twitches inside of you, white ribbons of his cum filling up the condom. short pants fall past both of your lips, as colson rests his weight on top of your body, head buried into your warm neck as he tries to gain his normal breathing pattern as you run your fingertips through his now sweaty locks.

“you okay, love?” he asks, voice slightly shaky as his chest heaves out of exhaustion. 

“yeah, i’m okay, baby.” you smile, even though he can’t see your face yet. “fuck that was so good, missed your cock.” 

“i missed your pussy, angel face.” he chuckles, lifting himself up onto his hands again and raising one hand to rest onto your chin. gripping your chin gently with his thumb and pointer finger, he leans forward and presses a soft and slow kiss to your lips, which are now slightly swollen from kissing and chewing your bottom lip to help muffle your moans. “gonna pull out okay?”

you nod against the pillows to answer his question, huge smiles of satisfaction from finally making love to each other again, falling on both of your faces. 

slowly, colson pulls his hips backwards, lifting his gaze from his cock to your face as your breath hitches at the feeling of his shaft moving between your walls again.

“you good?” 

“mhm, keep going.” you smile in reassurance, one hand reaches down to hold his hand that is resting on your hip.

with a nod, he pulls his hips backwards until his cock is fully out of your core, watching with a teasing smirk as your entrance pulsates a couple of times around nothing. he rolls the condom of his cock, tying a knot into the top of it before climbing off the bed. 

before walking to the bathroom to discard the now used condom into the bin, he presses a few kisses to your sweat covered forehead and then to your lips. 

“you’re so fucking beautiful. i love you so much, how does a bath sound?” he whispers against your lips, a smile pulling at the corners of his lips when you nod and hum. 

“sounds amazing. i love you more.” pressing one last kiss to his soft pink lips before pulling the duvet over your body. 

you study colson as he walks towards the bathroom, pushing the door open and stepping inside. he flicks the lights switch, bright white led lights flooding the bathroom. the sound of the silver metal bin opening and closing makes you smile, mind wondering back to the moments that happened a few moments before. within a second of the bin opening, the sound of water hitting the white bathtub floods the bathroom and bedroom, before the sound of your son’s piercing cries fill your ears.

“i’ve got him,” colson shouts over the streaming water, before stepping out with a grin before winking in your direction. “you watch the bath water and look pretty. it’s not hard.” 

“shut up.” you giggle, hand reaching for the back of his neck as his head hovers over yours, tugging him close to you so you can pepper a quick kiss to his lips before he waltzes out of the room to retrieve your son.

standing up out of the bed, you cover your naked body with your dressing gown that is hanging on the door, tying it tightly around your body. stepping into the bathroom, you observe the water before changing the scolding water to cool. 

the sound of colson’s bare feet padding across the bedroom floor, along with the sound of your son babbling to his father makes you step out of the bathroom. a smile is plastered onto your face when colson places your wide awake son onto the huge bed, and he lays above him pulling funny faces, causing the blonde haired baby to smile wide  up at his father. your chuckle makes your son, who is the double of colson and you’re not mad about it one bit, glance over to you.

“is that your beautiful mummy? yes it is, she’s so pretty isn’t she dude?” he babbles to the baby, fingertips tickling his tummy. you note how your son is no longer dressed in his onesie, and you turn to look at your husband with raised brows.

“where’s his onesie?” you ask, moving towards your husband and place one of your hands onto his hot skin from your previous activities. the contact makes him turn his head from your son, to you, and he places a gentle kiss to your hand before looking up at you. 

“he said he wants to join his mummy and daddy in the bath.” he shrugs with a smirk, causing you to teasingly shake your head at him, as you play with the hair that is sitting on the nape of his neck. 

“he did?” you raise your brows, smirking at him playfully. “wow that’s a lot of words for a four month old baby, baby.” 

“i know he’s very clever, takes after his dad clearly.” he winks, pressing a final kiss to the top of your hand before leaning down and removing your son’s nappy and then lifting your son up with ease. “come on, my babies. let’s go in the bath.” 

smiling wide, you follow the tall man towards the bathroom and stop to take hold of your son as colson turns off the bath water, checking to see if the temperature was okay for your son first, which is was, before climbing in. 

making grabby hands to your son, who is peering down at his father with huge loving eyes, you carefully place him into colson’s arms. colson holds one hand out for you to grab, once you have removed your dressing gown, and helps you into the tub the best he can whilst holding a baby. 

the three of you spend some time in the huge bath, and colson can feel his heart swell at the sight of his beautiful wife and son.

“i love you.” he mummers, voice low as the bathroom emits a peaceful atmosphere. the only sounds present are your son’s babbles as colson splashes him gently with water, your giggles along with colson laughs when your son squeals as the water covers his body, and the water splashing around the three of you. 

“i love you more, cols. so much.” you smile, leaning forward to meet him halfway and press your lips against his for a loving kiss, humming in appreciation. “thank you for everything.” 

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[anusha-swritings]

Me...Or Her?

Summary: Colson starts dating Meghan Fox, just as he and Y/N were becoming really close. They’ve been best friends for a while, but Y/N was starting to feel something different spark between them. While confessing her feelings to one of their close friends, Rook, Colson overhears, but will Colson choose her over Meghan?......

Warnings: Angst,light language (just for details), mentions of drugs (just for details), but happy ending

Requested by: @bakerkells

Masterlist

y/n = your name

y/n’s POV

Meghan sat in the passenger seat, while Colson drove us home after an after party at one of his concerts. I sat in the back seat with Rook. Meghan still was 100% convinced Rook and I were dating, but Rook and I knew the truth. Rook, Colson, and I have been best friends for a long time. We’d met at a Panic at The Disco! concert. 

I rested my head on Rook’s shoulder. He’s the only one who knows how long I’ve had my major crush on Colson. Rook and I had a flirty relationship, we joked and we fought, but at the end of the day I knew he’d be there if I needed him, and I'd be there for him too. 

When we got home I went to my room, Rook followed behind me knowing what was wrong. “Hey babe,” he consoled, kneeling down in front of where I was sitting on the bed. “Hey.” I mumbled looking at the ground. Rook looked me in the eye as if to say spill. “Colson just acts like Meghan is the most amazing person in the world. I was trying to talk to him earlier and he ignored me because Meghan wanted to get interviewed by someone with him. And I get it, it's fine it wasn’t that important, but I’d like to be able to talk to him without her in the way ya know?”

“Y/N you know you’re an amazing person. You don’t have to get jealous because he’s giving attention to his girlfriend.” I held my breath when he said the word. “Jealous?” I seethed. “I’m. Not. Jealous.” Rook gave me a look. “You keep looking up articles about them. What was it you said Colson said about her?” “She has the most amazing feet in the world.” I said quoting what Colson had said. Rook laughed, shaking his head at our friend’s and my stupidity. “Y/n you are jealous. You like him! I’d even say you’re in love with him.” 

We heard someone rush away from my door and the door of the room next to mine slam. Shit. I thought. “Colson.” We stated his name in unison.

I knew Colson heard what Rook said, and I managed to avoid Colson the rest of the day, despite living together. Everything was fine until my friend came over, and happened to bring my ex.  

Rook let my friend Jack Johnson in, it was usual for Johnson, as everyone called him, to come over randomly. What wasn’t usual was for my ex to join him today. Jack Gilinsky and I dated for a year, before I ended it, because he cheated on me. Multiple times.  I wrote a few songs about him and he wrote almost an album about me. He even released it on my birthday. 

I walked downstairs after my workout and shower. I was wearing my black sports bra and black Adidas shorts. I knew i looked really good, and when I walked down the stairs I expected a few stares from some of my high friends, who I was planning on joining. What I didn't expect was two strong stares. One from my ex, and the other from Colson. Although Colson wasn’t staring at me, he was mentally throwing daggers at Jack. Rook, the least high of the group came up to me and we left to the kitchen. He explained to me what happened before I came down the stairs. 

It turns out Colson almost beat up Jack for talking too much about me, not appropriately either. The only thing that stopped him though, was Meghan. Who apparently decided she didn't want her boyfriend fighting my battles and decided to play 7 minutes in heaven with him right that minute.

I huffed and left the house opting for another run to clear my head. About 2 minutes later I stopped having sprinted the whole way and in desperate need of a break. Rook caught up to me, and placed his hand on my shoulder slightly surprising me, before I felt the familiarity. “Come on he said let’s take a break.” We sat in the shade for a few minutes, before Colson’s car pulled up. Colson hopped out the front seat and switched with Rook. I stood up preparing to run back home before Rook stopped me. “Oh no you don’t you two need to talk.” He made me sit back down before driving away. 

After a few minutes Colson broke the silence. “So you like me?” He asked like it wasn’t already obvious. “I have for about 2 years.” I sighed. “It only started to get worse just recently.” There was silence again. It was broken by Colson’s laughing. I turned looking at him questioningly. “I win.” He says. ‘I’ve been in love with you for 3.” He states plainly. He reached over placing his arm around me. I immediately scooted away. “No.” I stated, angry with him for playing with my emotions like this. 

“Stop, you have a girlfriend.” I wrapped myself in my own arms turning away from him. “Wait,” he smiled, “you actually believed that?” I looked at him questioningly. “It was all a publicity stunt. My management suggested it. I figured you of all people would be the first to tell it was fake.”

“So, you’re not dating her.” I asked questioningly, and turned back to him. “Babe,” I laughed, “I’m not dating anyone.” We hugged sitting in silence for a bit. 

“Sooooo,” Colson started. “Wanna be my secret girlfriend?” 

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[nevilles-insinuations]

10 11 and 18 from your promp list with mgk💕

10. "Honey, please come to bed"  

11. "Drunk you is hilarious" "Drunk me makes very bad choices" " And they are hilarious"  

18. "You can't kiss me to make this better" " For God's sake- I will buy you more donuts"

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Your eyes remained focused on the cup of coffee, despite the kiss he placed on you shoulder to say good morning.

Great. You were still pissed at him.

"You can't kiss me to make this better"

Angling your body away from him, Colson sighed in exasperation.

"For God's sake- I will buy you more donuts!"

Trying to hide your smile, you ignored the outburst. But he knew he deserved it.

"I'm sorry. Okay?"

Quickly moving around he successfully caught your eyeline, before performing his fifth apology that morning.

"I'm sorry I ate them. Being drunk is a bad excuse but it's all I got"

He pleaded with that look in his eyes but you wanted more.

"Drunk you is hilarious"

He could tell you were contemplating forgiveness. But you also loved making him squirm. His calloused hands slowly made their way around your waist, and you let them. He needed to earn it.

"Drunk me makes very bad choices"

Mumbling the words softly against your neck in between kisses. His tactics were slowly working, eventually they always did.

"And they are hilarious"

Your mind recalling how much he made you laugh when he was drunk but also how cuddly hungover Colson was. The feeling of his lips on your skin was making you reconsider.

"But I don't know"

You teased, pondering it again, but you knew you couldn't hold out forever.

"Honey, please come to bed"

He was almost begging, stretching out the syllables trying to convince you. It was the principle of his horrendous betrayal but also because you really wanted more donuts.

"And I'll show you exactly how sorry I am"

Hearing the growl in his voice, you finally relented, turning to face him.

"How sorry?"

You squealed as he picked you up, taking you upstairs to properly apologize.

[kelslikedevil]

"Doctor Gun" Sick night Headcanons

content by kelslikedevil

warning: fluff!

request: no I just needed to make a lil headcannon to get me started.

Description: Colson takes care of you when your sick.

You and Colson have been dating a couple months. He texts you a couple hours before your date.

Your head hurts too much to properly test. Your response: Imae own fier abhey

Colson sends 'what?' and you get an incoming face time call.

"Hey baby," He said. "What we're you saying?"

"I'm-" you cut your self off to cough, "Fuck- sick, I got the flu."

He asks what you've done all day and if you've been eating. when you say no he says "I'm coming over casie gets sick all the time."

"Colson I don't wanna get you sick-"

"Sh, I'll be there in about an hour," he tells you cutting you off. You groan, you didn't want him to see you looking like shit.

You move over to your couch after spraying your self with deodorant and having a coughing fit. You don't realize it's already been an hour when he uses the spare to open your front door.

"Doctor gun is in the house!" he announces.

you laugh a little.

"don't come to close, you'll get sick," you tell him as he approaches the couch, he has a walmart bag dangling from his hand.

"I've already had it nine time I'm immune," he tells you as he crouches down touching your face. "How you feeling?"

You missed his calloused fingers touching you and seeing him in front of you. "Like shit," You tell him. he smiles sympathetically, cupping your cheek.

He gives you a pedialyte, forcing you to drink the putrid substance. Claiming "Doctor Gun prescribed it"

"If casie can do it so can you, she'll call you a pussy when I tell her you can't drink a fucking pedialyte at twenty eight."

He gets you to drink it.

Colson makes you some canned soup on the stove.

"Baby where's your bowls?" he asks.

embarrassed you tell him you only use the three plates and mug you have.

He puts the soup in the mug. "Why are all your spoons plastic?"

You give the 'I just moved' excuse, but you've been living here for two months.

Colson laughs as he brings it over to you, handing you the mug with a "Careful it's hot."

He covers you in a blanket and give you ibuprofen for your head ache.

he constantly messes with your gross hair.

you constantly scoot away not wanting to get him sick until you're cornered.

"Come on don't be like that you're my girl," He tells you pulling you into his arms.

you give in snuggling into him while you eat your soup.

he bullies you to drink more pedialyte and puts on your favorite show.

"No more Colsonnnn," You whined burying your face in his shirt. His warm body helps your shivering.

He kissed your forehead as you start to doze off. "I'll take you to bed."

you insist you can go your self.

he refuses and ends up carrying you to your room.

more pedialyte.

he's trying to drown you.

now you need to piss.

Colson makes your bed for you by time you're back in the room and is laying on it.

You look at him warily, warning him he'll get sick for the hundredth time.

"if I'm gonna get sick, I've already caught it by now."

you're wrapped up in a blanket and his arms.

you're feeling better and safe.

"Thank you Cols," you whisper kissing his shoulder. "I love you."

"I love you too," he mumbled into your hair.

You both wake up the next morning, you're feeling better.

"Fuckkk, I feel like shit," He groans.

"Time for doctor Y/N!" you said.

its his turn for the pedialyte.

Ty for reading pumpkins <3.

Kels won the vmas! ah so proud!

[sophroniaa]

Unwinding

There's nothing better than getting to unwind after a long exhausting day, although things always take a more interesting turn with Colson around.

Word count: 700+

After a long and hectic day there was no better feeling than finally getting to go home, take a long and warm shower in order to relax your tense muscles and wash off the long day. Finally getting to change out of your jeans and into comfortable loungewear. Longing after the moment you could crawl into bed and snuggle up to your boyfriend, falling asleep to the sounds of his small chuckles as an episode of SpongeBob played in the background to help him unwind. 

Before you could do that though, your makeup needed to come off as your skincare routine awaited. Walking into his bathroom you started to rummage through your toilet bag which sat on top of the counter for the right products. 

The current angelic singing coming from the shower briefly paused soon after. For being a rapper known for spitting some fire bars you could think that's what went down in the shower too, but the reality looked very different. A guilty pleasure of his to sing in the shower seemed to be everything newly released from various female pop artists. 

"Babe, you in here?" 

"Yeah, gonna take off my makeup." You spoke loud enough to be heard over the running water. 

"Can I please borrow some face wash? I'm run out." He popped his head outside of the glass shower door to look at you, hair laying flat on his forehead from being wet. 

Lifting your gaze from your toiletries, you turned around to look over at him, you couldn't help but smile at how adorable he looked. 

Picking up one of your cleansers, you walked over to the shower cabin and handed him the product.

"Need me to buy you a new wash? We got different skintypes and it ain't good if you use mine when your skin is in need for complete different things." You explained, referring to how this was the third night in a row where he claimed to be run out of his own face wash. 

"Can you pick up some more of that cream too?"

You only smiled at him upon hearing this before nodding your head. Loving how he had gotten more into looking after his skin after the countless times he had watched you do your skin routine. As long as he stopped washing his face with his body wash, you were more than happy. 

"I can buy some for you tomorrow." 

You went back to the task of removing your makeup and washing your face. Starting off with your favorite oil based cleanser in order to remove all the excessive oil, dirt and waterproof makeup. 

Rinsing it off and applying another cleanser, but this time a gel. Quickly glazing over at Colson as he stepped out of the shower shortly after and starting to dry off with a towel. 

You sighed calmly to yourself as you had added your vibrating silicone skincare tool, in order to get more of a proper deep clean. But safe to say, you weren't complaining about the soft massage the vibrations added. This was your favorite way of winding down after the kind of day you had today, taking your sweet time to get through your night routine. Finding it relaxing to put some lotion onto your freshly cleaned skin or feeling that minty breath after brushing your teeth. Loving how the smells of your lotions, oils and shower gel mixed together nicely. 

"Why the fuck are you using a vibrator on your face?" 

Looking over at Colson through the slightly fogged up mirror, you couldn't help but burst out laughing at his question. Confusion was spread across his face matched with furrowed eyebrows as he had stilled his movements of drying his hair, mouth slightly open like he couldn't believe his eyes. 

Mesmerized he took the electric device out of your hand as you showed it more properly to him. Curiously eyeing your face vibrator up close. 

"... and why's it so damn wide?" 

"It's not a vibrator, silly." You chuckled as he wouldn't stop referring to it as a vibrator. "Try it." 

He gave you one hesitant look before putting it on his own face, a little surprised sound coming from his lips as it made contact with his skin. Proceeding to sweep it across his skin like you had a couple of seconds ago. "Feels pretty nice though, whatever it is…" 

"It's a skincare tool." You said matter of factly, knowing you would have a lot more to explain if you went more into detail. 

He gave you a knowing look before shaking his head. "Girls have the weirdest products, you try and tell me this couldn't also work as a vibrator."

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[descentintobandom]

Becoming Tommy Lee - MGK Blurb

“I still think it’s weird”, Cassie told him.

“Babe, come on. You promised to be supportive”, he said as they walked to the makeup trailer.

“You’re a rapper. And they’re expecting you to play an 80′s rockstar drummer”.

“That’s why it’s called acting”.

Cassie rolled her eyes as they entered the trailer and Colson started to strip off his clothes. It took two layers of spray body paint to cover his colorful tattoos.

Cassie pouted internally. She loved Colson’s tattoos. Especially his anarchy tattoo. It was her favorite one to kiss while she was jacking him off. “Fuck, this is weird”, Cassie said, once every tattoo was covered up.

Things got even weirder when they put the wig on him.

“I cannot believe you agreed to do this”, Cassie told him.

“I may be a rapper, babe. But I’ve lived the rockstar life”, Colson said. He pecked her on the lips before walking to the set.

[machinegunbun]

Hi, can you finish that blurb? Just curious

ok ok hold your death threats everyone :)

tw:smut, obviously. throwing up and Painal too ig, but also if you saw the first part of this blurb Colson mentions “making sure it hurts.” so we’re going by implied consent in this one. Some shit may be a little morally eh (as pimping your girlfriend out to your best friend goes) but its all in the name of smut so if youre not into it then just pretend it didnt happen? If that makes sense?  okay have fun drink water

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shutting the door behind him, you hear a faint click as he twists the lock. Your eyes go wide as you look up at him from your place on the bed, mouth propped slightly open by the shiny red ball. 

Rooks hand is already massaging his hard cock through his jeans as he admires the sight infront of him, his free hand coming up to brush a piece of hair from your face. 

You just can’t help but look, your eyes trailing down to where his hand is stroking himself through the rough confines of his jeans

Flipping you on all fours. He doesnt bother to take off your skirt, opting to flip it up and out the way. You feel the tip of his dick against your entrance, a small pain as he tries to push himself in your tight hole and the shaft of his cock as it slips. 

After a few attempts he gives in with a sigh, his thumb slipping into your ass, bending it when he reaches the hilt. A moan comes from your throat at the new and slightly intrusive feeling.

It took him putting two fingers in your tight hole, switching from his thumb to pointer and middle finger and pumping in and out for a few minutes each before he managed to fit himself inside you. 

It hurt, but in a good way. You could feel him stretching you as he pumped in and out, but you liked knowing you were making him feel good at your own expense. Plus, the noises coming from him only worked to make you wetter. Laying down a bit so your back was arched, you reach under your body and play with your clit, moaning at the release of tension that had built in the bundle of nerves.

“Fuck, has Colson ever had your ass before?” He asks, a blush coming over your face. You go to respond verbally, quickly reminded of your current handicap. You shake your head, made slightly difficult by the grip Rook had on your hair. Groaning at your response, his thrusts increase in pace, along with your whimpers, your pleas quickly silenced by the shiny red ball in your mouth.

“Tell me how much it hurts.” He demands, removing the gag from your mouth and sliding it down to your neck, using it like a leash to pull you back towards him.

“Fuck,” you gag, getting used to the feeling of your newly empty mouth “It hurts. I can feel you stretching me.” Whimpering as you make eye contact with him, his eyes full of lost as they trail down your body, grip on the gag wrapped around your neck tight as his gaze lands on your fingers playing with your clit.

“Oh, but you like it? Colson’s right, you are a dirty little slut, and you’re getting exactly what you deserve.” He hums, whispering in your ear “You know, I actually felt bad for a minute, punishing your tight little asshole, but the whole time you were getting off on it. You slut” his tone so accusatory as he releases his hold on your gag, letting you fall to the bed.

“Do you think Colson would be mad if he knew I played in your tight little hole before he got the chance? That I fucked you in your tight little asshole and you liked it. That you’re such a horny little slut you’d let me go against his wishes.” Rook moans, placing a harsh smack to your ass while he relentlessly pounds away, his middle and pointer finger hooking into your mouth and pulling back.

“He’d kill us.” He groans, his pace quickening as he chases his orgasm “M’not gonna cum in you.” he hums, choking on his words “M’not gonna cum in your ass, okay? Colson will never know. And you’re not gonna tell him, yeah? Just gonna be our little secret.” He whispers, hot breath fanning over your neck as he moves a piece of hair from your face

“Ride me.” He says, breathless and laying back in bed, his hard member standing straight. You’re ontop of him, facing the door when you feel his hand come across your ass once more.

Reaching back, you wrap your hand around his hard cock, watching as he admires your body, his hand coming up to squeeze your breast. Lining him up with your hole, you sink down slowly, a small whimper falling from your lips. Rook groans at both the feeling and your reaction to taking him in your ass, your hips lightly bouncing against him. His gaze locked on your tight asshole taking him, the way it squeezes around his cock, the way you whine everytime you take all of him.

Rooks hands come up to grip your hips, pushing and pulling you to maintain the pace, forcing you to take him again and again and again. Soon his heels are digging into the bed and he’s thrusting inside you, eager to reach his high.

“Fuck, m’gonna cum. Get off me.” He says, not strong enough to pull out himself. You gladly do as he says, slowly turning around to face him, your asshole empty and burning, completely used. You relished in the feeling, knowing that you’d have to deal with it long after he’d came. 

The thought that he had just used your asshole and didn’t even bother to cum, causing you so much pain only to pull out at the last second. Fuck, was it hot. You were completely his and there was nothing you could do about it. He could do whatever he wanted to you and you weren’t allowed to object. His toy, his fuck thing, whatever he needed to reach his high. You could cry and beg for Colson, but it didn’t matter, he wouldn’t stop until he was done with you.

Rook took a moment to catch his breath, his abs lifting up and down as he attempts to slow his heart rate.

“Get on the floor.” He says simply, breaking the silence. Doing as your told, you feel your knees hit the carpeted floor, glancing up at him for further direction.

“By the wall.” He says. You crawl over slowly, your knees dragging against the floor as you make your way. Standing on your knees, you let your back rest against the wall, staring intently as he makes his way over to you.

He pulls your arms up over your head, ripping the shirt from your body and tangling his fingers in your hair, pulling back so you’re looking up at him, watching as he strokes his cock. Pushing down on at the base, he rubs his tip across your tongue before pushing all the way in. He falls into pace quickly, throat fucking you, gagging as you feel him hit the back of your throat with nowhere to go, trapped between the wall and his hips. 

Your head bumps lightly against the wall as he thrusts into your throat. You try your best not to gag, but his thrusts are relentless. You try to warn him by tapping on his leg, but he’s too lost in his own pleasure to notice. It’s not until you have an especially loud gag that he realizes what’s happening, a smirk coming across his face as he continues his actions.

“Is that too much? Are you having trouble breathing. Huh? can’t hear you through all that gagging. Lemme see, are you touching yourself again, slut?”

It’s not long before you feel something start to come up your throat. You can’t tell if Rooks actions are purposeful or not, so once again you try to warn him

“Are you gonna throw up on my dick? Good.” he hums in response, pulling a trashcan over quickly. You bend over it, throwing up in to the plastic bag within.

“Keep fucking going.” He says, pulling you back into place, sliding back down your throat. You continue to suck his dick, shakily. The burning in your asshole from being stretched and the burning from your throat starting to take a toll on you. 

Just when you think maybe you can’t do it anymore you feel him spurting down your throat, swallowing his load hastily. Rook remains full submerged in your mouth for a moment before pulling out, his head hung back in pleasure.

“Oh shit, are you okay?” He asks, laughing a bit, his hand coming down to support your chin. The action was soft and sweet in complete contrast to the last thirty minutes.

“Yeah, im good.” You squeak

“Awh, let me go get you some water. Poor thing.” He says, throwing on a pair of pants and making his way to the kitchen. Colson must’ve seen him leave, because he made his way into the room, his eyes falling on the bed first, eyebrows furrowing when he saw you weren’t there. His eyes begin to scan the room, eventually landing on you.

“Oh, hey.” He greets softly, making his way over to you “what are you doing over here? Did you throw up?”

“Rooks a fucking freak.” You reply, wiping your mouth. Colson snorts softly at this, picking you up and carrying you to the bathroom. The bath was already all set up for you, bubbles and all. 

“Clean up real quick and then we can cuddle.” He says, placing a kiss on your cheek as he allows you to stand on your own “Need any help?”

“No, thank you.” You reply, climbing into the bath.

Eventually, you were out and dry, wrapped up in blankets next to Colson while he rubbed your back, Rook sitting at the end of the bed.

“Wait, so what all did ya’ll do.” He asks, straining his neck a bit to look over at you.

“I dunno,” you blush, burying your face in his shoulder “we fucked.” Both of the boys laugh softly

“Yeah we just like- Fucked,” Rook laughs again as he explains “she blew me for a little bit.”

“That’s it? She just, like, blew you?”

“Nah, I mean, we did anal at first.” Rook admits, Colson’s jaw dropping in shock as he looks over at you.

“You didn’t tell me you were into that.” He says softly, pouting. You glance down at Rook, who’s rubbing his eye “I’m not mad, I just didn’t know it was something you’d be into.”

“That’s okay, now that he knows he’ll be sure to use that information to his advantage.” Rook adds, smirking.

“Yeah, exactly.” Colson laughs, booping you on the nose and taking a moment to look at you before placing a kiss there aswell. 

“Alright I’ll leave you guys to that, i’m tired.” Rook says, yawning and stretching as he stands up.

“Really? It’s only 12Am, you never go to bed this early.” You say, glancing over at the digital clock next to you and colson’s shared bed.

“What can I say, you tired me out.” He winks, getting hit in the back of the head with a pillow as he goes to leave.

“Hey, watch it.” Colson jokes, “and give us our pillow back, please.” He continues, mumbling the last part.

~*~taglist~*~

@kidtheekid @cclynn88 @lonerlee @friedwangsss @rumoured-whispers @nichmeddar @sunflowerbebe107

[angrylizardjacket]

Okay so I started this whilst drunk at 2am and fell asleep so have a real short mgk blurb/drunk authors scene I might finish one day IDK

"Dude, we gotta go to bed," you murmured, hands trying to take Colson's hands where he was trying to find purchase on your hips, "please, baby I'm so tired," you murmured, before your breath was stolen, his lips finding your neck as he finally wraps his arms around you.

"Fuck, you're really not good with parties," his lips were so close to your ear, and it took all of your drunken self control to not give in to the feeling of his hands coming up beneath your shirt, his lips hard against your jaw.

"It's four in the morning," you said, taking his face in your hands, though he was still smiling at you, which, irritatingly enough, was equal parts blithe and endearing, "any reasonable man -"

"When have I ever been fucking reasonable?" And he smirks; when he's looking at you like that, stealing the words from your lips, you can't help but smile, just a little bashful like only he could really bring out in you.

[storiesforallfandoms]

open book ~ machine gun kelly

word count: 1807

request?: yes!

“Hi love your work. I was listening to Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls earlier and was in the feels and it got me wondering if maybe you could please do a MGK fluff/possible smut off that song? I would really love it if you did <3″

description: in which he struggles to be open to people, but with her it’s so easy

pairing: machine gun kelly x female!reader

warnings: swearing

based on this song

masterlist (one, two)

Colson sat on the balcony of the hotel room he was staying in. A lit joint hung between his fingers as he blew a puff of smoke into the cool night air. It was yet another sleepless night for him, which were becoming more and more common for him as of late.

He looked over his shoulder into the hotel room where his girlfriend was peacefully sleeping. He smiled to himself at her as he took another puff from his joint.

Colson had a habit of falling quickly for the girls he was dating, he knew that, but there was something different about the way he fell for (Y/N). He fell quick, but he also fell hard. From the moment they first met he had such overwhelming feelings for her in a way that he had never felt for another girl before. He tried not to come on too strong as he had done in the past, but he just couldn’t help himself. He had asked her out after an hour of knowing one another and within an month of their relationship he was asking her to go on tour with him because he didn’t want to be without her for long periods of time.

Even more than that, Colson found himself opening up to (Y/N) in a way he had never done with anyone before, not even his bandmates or the friends he had made since becoming famous. She just brought something out of him that made him feel comfortable enough to talk to her about his past.

While he didn’t regret any of that, part of him started to worry that maybe he had come on too strong, or that he was putting too much pressure on (Y/N). She had never said anything of the sort before, but he still had those concerns in his mind.

He was so lost in thought as he took another puff from his joint that he didn’t hear the door to the balcony open until (Y/N) was slipping the joint from his fingers and taking a puff for herself.

“You’re supposed to be asleep,” he told her.

“So are you,” she responded, a sheepish smile on her face.

“Couldn’t sleep.”

“I thought as much.” She sat herself down on his lap. Colson smiled and wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her arm body close to him. “Penny for your thoughts?”

He buried his head in the crook of her neck, placing gentle kisses on the exposed skin there. “Would it make any sense if I said that’s the exact reason I can’t sleep?”

(Y/N) tilted her head. “Someone paying you to tell them about your thoughts?”

“You know that’s not what I meant.”

She smiled. “I know, just trying to lighten the mood. I’m assuming it just has something with saying what’s on your mind in general.”

Colson sighed and lifted his head. (Y/N) turned her body so she could position herself to look at him.

“More like it has something to do with feeling like I’ve overshared what’s on my mind with you.”

(Y/N) raised an eyebrow at him. “What do you mean?”

Colson shuffled, trying to figure out how to put his thoughts into words. It was so much easier to voice his thoughts and feelings through his songs, but how does one voice the fact that they feel like they overshare things?

“How long have we been together?” he found himself asking.

(Y/N) gave him a playful look. “The fact that you’re asking that worries me.”

“I know how long it’s been,” he said, poking her side. “It’s been six months.”

“The most adventurous six months of my life.”

Colson smiled and kissed her cheek. “I’m glad it has been, but see...I move too quickly in relationships. I always have, even when I was young. I’ve always been the first to say I love you, the first to ask the big questions, the first to insist on being basically attached at the hip.” He let out a humorless chuckle. “I asked Emma to marry me when she found out she was pregnant, and we were only 18 then.”

“That’s adorable, but why are you telling me this?”

“I...I didn’t want things to be like that with you. I wanted to take it slow, to give you time to get used to me and my lifestyle cause I...I really like you. I want things to work out between us. But...”

He trailed off, looking out at the city below them. (Y/N) rested her head on his shoulder, her body fitting perfectly against his. She laced her fingers through his, running her thumb over his knuckles. She waited for him to finish his thought, and when it became obvious that he wasn’t going to, she decided to finish it for him: “But you feel that you haven’t stuck by that.”

He nodded. “I asked you to go on a tour with me after a month together. That’s such a big thing to ask of anyone, let alone someone you barley know.”

“But I said yes, didn’t I?”

“Would you have said no?”

(Y/N) lifted her head to look at him. “Of course I would’ve. We were only together a month, I didn’t feel like I had to say yes. You had told me so many stories from touring, I wanted to actually live through those stories with you. I was over the moon when you asked me.”

Colson sighed. He knew he should believe her. Like she said, there was no reason for her to say yes if she didn’t want to go. It’s not like their relationship was make or break on whether or not she went on tour with him. He would’ve missed her of course, but she would’ve been there when he got home, which would’ve been an even sweeter reunion for them.

But there was still that dark part of his mind that was screaming at him for opening up to her so quickly. He felt like an idiot, like he was going to drive her away because he was being too open with her.

“It’s not just this worry that I’m moving too fast,” he continued. “It’s also...well...I’ve told you things I’ve never told anyone else. Stuff about my past and my family...about my mom. I’ve been more open with you than I have with anyone else in my life, past and present. That’s...”

“Scary,” (Y/N) finished for him. “It’s scary to be that open with someone. To share your deepest, darkest secrets with them. To give your heart to someone and trust that they won’t break it.”

Colson smiled. “That’s poetic.”

“You’re not the only one who is good with words.” They laughed together. (Y/N) moved herself so that she was facing Colson, her legs dangling on either side of him. “Is that all this is about? You’re scared to be open with me?”

“I’m scared that I’m going to push you away,” he admitted. Saying it out loud felt like a weight being lifted off of his chest. He finally felt like he could breathe again. “I’ve had girlfriends leave in the past because they feel I’ve tried to move the relationship a little too fast, that’s nothing new to me. But telling you all that I have and being so open with you...that’s new to me. I have more baggage than I expect anyone to want to handle, and while I want to tell you everything, I’m also worried that...that maybe I’ll scare you away with my baggage.”

His words hung in the air for a long time. (Y/N)’s face was unreadable. She was just looking down at him, letting the things he was saying digest. The longer the silence went on, the more Colson found himself ground anxious about her response. He found himself questioning whether or not he should’ve actually told her, or if his concerns were even valid in the first place.

He shook his head. “You know what, it’s kind of stupid. I shouldn’t have worried - ”

“I love you.”

The three words caught him off guard. He looked up at her, trying to figure out if he had dreamed it or not.

For the first time, Colson was not the first person to say those three magic words.

“What?”

(Y/N) smiled. “That’s not the right response when someone says that.”

“I’m just trying to make sure I didn’t imagine you saying it.”

She cupped his face and made him look right at her. Even in the dimly lit night, Colson found himself getting lost in her beautiful eyes.

“I said I love you Colson Baker,” she repeated. “I love you for all that you are, that includes the baggage. Everyone has baggage, hell I’m not perfect at all. The fact that, in such a short amount of time, you feel like you can trust me enough to tell me things you’ve never told anyone else makes me feel incredibly honored. And don’t think for a second that you’re moving too fast in this relationship because I can’t imagine going at a slower speed. As cliché as it is to say, we may have only met six months ago but I feel like I’ve known you my entire life. You’re the person I’m supposed to be with, I know it.”

She let go of his face and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Tell me you’re the one moving fast now.”

Colson smiled, a big, goofy smile that made (Y/N)’s heart feel like. He leaned forward to kiss her, gently cradling her in his arms. He never wanted to let her go. He wanted to live in this moment for the rest of his life.

“I love you, too,” he finally said when he pulled away.

(Y/N)’s smile mirrored his own. She leaned in to kiss him again, but stopped short when Colson started to yawn.

She giggled. “Tired now?”

“I think so,” he said.

“Then let’s go back to bed.”

She got up and held a hand out to him. Colson took it and followed her back into their hotel room. Immediately he was engulfed by the warmth of the room, which caused his eyes to grow even heavier.

(Y/N) brought him over to the hotel bed and they laid down in it together. Colson immediately took her into his arms, comfortably placing her head on his chest and his chin against the top of her head. They fit together so perfectly, Colson noted again.

Like we were meant to be.

“Goodnight Colson,” (Y/N) whispered into the darkness. “I love you.”

He couldn’t help but smile as he responded, “Goodnight, (Y/N). I love you, too.”

[maladaptiv3]

Rain in LA

Content: this is just something I needed to write, the pouring rain in Colorado had me in my feels...it is just a short little blurb. writing this had me so soft hahaha I hope you guys don’t mind!!

Warnings: None!! Fluff!!

Word Count: 726

*original content by colsonbakes*

Rain wasn’t common in LA, but it seemed to always happen when Colson was away on tour or filming or having a ridiculous weekend in Vegas with Pete. Tonight was one of those occasions. He was set to return in the morning, but it was now the fifth night of you sleeping alone, and you were starting to get tired of it. Most nights you binge-watched old teen dramas until your eyes stung with exhaustion. Tonight was different, the rain bouncing off the window and pelting the roof gave you a certain kind of solace. You cracked the window so you could hear it better, you loved the music it made when it hit the pavement. The lullaby of rain filled yours and Colson’s room as a chill of air drifted in from the window. The rain provided a peace that you often longed for, especially on lonely nights. The only thing that could make this moment better was if your legs were tangled with Colson’s. His head resting on your chest, your fingers moving the hair off his forehead, dancing on his cheeks. His loose grip on your waist tightening every so often if the thunder startled the two of you. You missed him, so much. You knew he was out with Pete tonight and you didn’t want to bother him, but you couldn’t help but call him.

You wanted to hear his voice, complete the image in your head. It rang a few times before he answered, “Hey, baby.” You were silent for a few seconds, “It’s raining.” The background was quiet, you couldn’t even hear Pete shouting obscenities behind Colson’s voice, “I know, I wish I was there with you.” You sat there in comfortable silence, deciding to move to the seat by the window. You stared at the raindrops rolling down the glass, tracing them with your finger, “I miss you.” This time that Colson was away had been different, you weren’t as easily distracted and your mind kept flickering back to him and how much you wanted to wrap your arms around his impossibly long torso and bury your head in his warm chest. “I miss you too.” You cleared your throat, “Are you still coming back in the morning?” He was quick to answer, “First thing.” You smiled to yourself, pulling the sleeves of his hoodie over your hands, protecting them from the night breeze, “I’ll see you in the morning. I love you.” You heard a door close in the background before he answered, “I love you too, and I’m sorry I missed the rain.”

You sat by the window for a few more minutes, the smell of the wet asphalt filling your nostrils. Occasionally, a raindrop would bounce through the window screen, landing on your bare thigh. It was cold but welcomed. It wasn’t long before you felt yourself fighting sleep in the large, cushy chair and decided it was time to wrap yourself in the warm and inviting duvet. You sunk into the soft pillows, clutching Colson’s to your chest, his scent still lingering on the cotton. It wasn't long before the rain had lulled you into a peaceful, deep sleep. You always slept best on nights when the rain was hitting your window, distant thunder echoing.

You had been asleep a few hours when you felt Colson’s pillow slowly being slipped out of your arms. You didn’t pay much heed, figuring it was one of the guys in search of an extra pillow. You felt the bed shift and you slowly opened your eyes, already knowing who it was by his actions, “Colson?” He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, “Shh, yeah, it’s me.” You nuzzled into his neck, basking in his warmth, “I thought you weren’t coming home until tomorrow.” He placed a finger under your chin and titled it up, connecting your lips. The kiss was soft, feigning innocence. Colson shifted, tangling his legs with yours. You sat up as he wiggled his body further down in bed, you knew what he wanted. He rested his head on your chest, eyes heavy with sleep. He pressed a kiss to your cotton clad torso as you laced your fingers into his meticulously unkempt locks. You toyed with his ear lobe and he hummed in response, “I didn’t want to miss the rain.”

[reddesertcolbs]

pool table // colson baker

this is smut so 18+ as per usual. 

requested: yes

summary: getting wine drunk with colson leads to the two of you fucking on the pool table, but you’re both caught by slim, rook and modsun. 

word count: 3.6k words.

warnings: swearing, alcohol, oral sex, female receiving, sexual intercourse, unprotected sex, slight praise kink.

my writing

//

“are you two sure you don’t want to join us tonight?” rook asks, swiging from the bottle of whiskey that’s perched in his hand, taking a seat next to colson who is sitting beside you with your legs in his lap. 

“yeah we’re sure man, thanks for asking though. we’re still recovering from last night.” colson chuckles. colson never thought in a million years that he would say no to a night out, but that was until he met you and he realised that he’d rather get drunk at home with you, only you, instead of standing in an overcrowded sweaty club. 

“have a nice night guys, stay safe.” you grin, leaning forward to grab your glass of red wine that’s sitting on the coffee table, taking a sip and then placing it back down. after sitting back against the sofa, colson’s arm immediately wraps around your shoulder, making you fall into his side with a smile. 

“right, see you both later.” the two men shout, giving the two of you a wave as they exit the door in a rush, desperate to get to the club as quickly as possible. 

the house is quiet, as you turn towards colson. the only sounds is the movie that colson chose, and the softness of colson’s breath that’s released through his nostrils.

“more wine?” you ask him, leaning forward to grab the bottle of red wine that’s sitting beside your glass, refilling your glass, before sitting up and holding it out for colson to grab. 

“thank you, baby.” he takes the bottle off you with a warm smile, quickly filling his empty glass. wine isn’t colson’s favourite drink, but he would happily have a glass or two with you. passing the bottle back into your outstretched hand, you place it onto the table as he takes a gulp of the red liquid from his glass, as you place the bottle back into its place on the coffee table. 

you pick your glass of red up by the stem of the glass, and lean back into colson’s arm, as he gently runs his fingertips over your arm. 

“how was your day today, cols?” you ask, turning your head to look at him as his eyes are trained on the flatscreen, as he takes several sips of the alcohol in his glass, before he flicks his eyes over to you.

“it was great,” he smiles wide. you hold your wine glass in your right hand, as you bring your left hand up to hold his left hand, that’s resting around your shoulder. linking your fingers together, colson can’t help but press a brief kiss to the side of your head with a grin. “i managed to get a couple of songs recorded and finished today.” 

“that’s great, baby. i can’t wait to hear them.” you can’t help but beam at the blonde because his smile is infectious, and you’re not even sure why he hates his smile, as he looks so so beautiful, and you’re sure to tell him every time.

“i can’t wait for you to hear them either, love.” he says, downing the rest of his wine by tipping his head back and placing the now empty glass onto the floor beside his feet. 

during the movie, the two of you cuddle up in each other’s arms, refilling and drinking your wine. by the end of the first movie, the both of you are definitely starting to feel the effects of the red wine, and you can tell because you can’t miss the red glow that is littered across colson’s cheeks. 

leaning forward, you place your wine glass back onto the table, before sitting back up. you reposition yourself so you’re sitting sideways with legs resting on his lap. his calloused fingertips dance over your shins, drawing shapes and patterns into your soft skin. with a smile, you raise your hand up and place it onto the back of his neck, playing with his blonde locks, smiling as his eyes shut slowly at the feeling. 

“love it when you play with my hair.” he mummers softly, voice low and deep as the sea. with a hum in content, he opens his eyes and turns his head to face you with a wide smile when he sees your soft gaze already on him. “i love you.” 

“i love you more, baby.” smiling, you lean forward with pursed lips, pressing a gentle kiss to his plump pink lips. with a deep inhale through his nose, colson grips your hips, pulling you onto his lap and your knees are situated on either side of his hips. 

your lips move in sync, as you rest one hand on the side of his neck as the other one moves through his hair, pulling harshly when you feel the tip of his tongue run along your bottom lip, begging for entrance. immediately, you part your lips and moan softly when your tongues collide, rubbing hungrily against each other. 

colson’s hands squeeze your hips, when he feels your fingers threading through his hair and tugging on his roots when he begins to move your clothed core against his, earning a soft exhale to fall past your nostrils immediately. 

as one hand grinds your hips against his, the other moves to the side of your neck, as he disconnects your lips from each other with a heavy breath. his lips trail from your lips, to your jaw and then to the side of your neck, as he manoeuvres your head to the side so he can gain more access to your neck. sucking softly into your skin, he litters dark purple marks across your neck, pulling away with a pleased smirk when you emit a throaty groan as he presses kisses to your sweet spot behind your ear. 

“fuck baby.” sighing softly, as he quickens your hips with his hands. within a second of disconnecting his lips from your neck, he moves his head back up, his lips millimetres away from yours before he slots his lips back with yours forcefully. 

after a while of your lips moving together fiercely, you pull away, struggling to catch your breath as you part your lips. colson looks down at you with blown out pupils, yours match his as you chew your bottom lip, looking at the man lustfully. 

“i have an idea,” you breath out, your breath fanning across his face, as his tongue points out and he wets his bottom lip with the tip of his tongue, stilling your movements with rigged breaths. 

“and what’s that, pretty girl?” he asks, voice laced with lust as he brings one hand up to rest on your cheek, thumb moving to outline your swollen lips from the kissing, his eyes never leaving his thumb as his cock hardens immediately as you wrap your lips around the tip of his thumb, sucking gently and pulling away with a pop.

“i think we should fuck on the pool table.” smirking, as he releases a throaty groan at your words, and his bright blue eyes darken even more you didn’t think it was possible. “thinking since we haven’t fucked on the pool table yet.” 

“you don’t have to convince me, princess.” he grins, pressing his lips to yours forcefully before pulling away and standing up, holding you close to him as you wrap your legs and arms around him to hold yourself up. 

within an instant, colson connects his lips back onto yours, as he walks towards the pool table that’s sitting next to the living room. once arriving, he immediately sits you on top, your legs wrapping around his hips even tighter as his hands thread through your hair, tugging you closer to him, as his tongue pushes past your lips and his tongue battles for dominance against yours. 

you hike his top up slightly, your hands claw the bottom of his bare back, leaving crescent moons into it from your nails, above his jeans as he grinds his clothed cock against your legging clothed core, earning a soft exhale to fall past your lips. 

“lay back for me, baby.” he mumbles against your lips, moving his hands from your hair. one rests on your lower back, as the other rests on your shoulder, guiding you to lay back against the green of the pool table. 

colson reaches behind him, unhooking your legs from his waist and reaching for the waistband of your sweatpants and flicking his eyes up to you with a smirk, as you look down at him through your lashes and with your lip tucked between your teeth, chewing in anticipation.

“can i take these off, baby girl?” he asks, fingers dancing along the waistband, causing your breath to hitch. 

“yes, cols.” you say breathlessly, desperate for him to do something as you feel your wetness pool in your knickers from his teasing. “please.”

he leans forward quickly, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before tugging your sweatpants over your hips, and down your legs, with your help as you raise your hips up slightly so he can remove them easier, and throwing them onto the floor by his feet. 

dancing his fingertips over your legs and up to your thighs, he parts your legs wide as he lowers himself, head resting above your knicker covered core, as he raises one hand up to lift his shirt, that you’re wearing, exposing your stomach. his hands move from around your waist, to the waistband of your knickers, as he peppers the inside of your thighs, sucking and biting in his trail as he nearers your core, skipping it teasingly and repeating his actions onto your other thigh. as he does this, your hands fly south, fingers gripping onto his locks as his breath fans over your heat, and he presses a soft kiss to your clothed clit, emitting a shaky breath through your nose from you. 

“colson, please baby.” you shiver, as he presses his lips against your clit again, leaving a barely there kiss to it, before his hands are roughly pulling your knickers over the swell of your bottom and down your thighs, tossing them next to your sweatpants with a lick of his lips as he eyes up your core. 

“gonna eat you up so good.” he moans, hands wrapping around your thighs as the tip of his tongue rubs through your slick folds, slurping up your wetness. 

“shit,” you breath hitches, and one of your hands moves from his hair to grip the edge of the pool table, as the other tugs on his roots when the tip of his tongue circles your swollen clit. releasing a loud groan, you can’t stop your eyes from rolling back as he sucks harshly onto your clit, his hands tightly gripping your thighs as he hums against you. “so fucking good, cols.” 

your head tips back against the softness of the pool table, lips ajar when colson releases his right hand from around your thigh and down to your entrance. his middle finger immediately runs through your folds, teasing your slick entrance before pushing his finger through with ease and groaning against your core as you clench around his digit. 

“so wet for me, princess.” he pulls away to catch his breath, his hot breath tickling your clit as he slowly pumps his middle finger in and out of your hole, your slickness filling both of your ears as loud mouths fall past your lips. you can’t stop yourself from clenching around his finger as his words slip out of his mouth, and his tongue connects back onto your clit, licking your swollen bud like a lollipop, pulling away briefly to mutter a quick, “that’s my girl.” 

he moves his ring finger to join his middle, the slight stretch causing you to release a gasp and tug harshly onto his locks. quickly, colson begins to thrust his fingers into you, the tips of his digits rubbing against your spongy wall every time, making you whine. 

“so close, baby. don’t stop, fuck.” you whimper, as your thighs are begging to close as the pleasure increases rapidly. colson knows you’re close to your release because he can feel your warm velvet walls clench harshly around his digits, making the blonde quicken his pace with his fingers and tongue. 

“yes, yes, yes!” you cry, feeling the knot in your stomach tightening with every move of his mouth and fingers. your thighs start to shake, signalling that your high is close, and your stomach heaves. your back arches off the green table, as your eyes screw shut and your body trembles, as colson flicks his gaze up towards you, cock hardening even more it was starting to become painful. “gonna cum, holy shit.” 

“cum for me.” he demands, fingers prodding against your gspot every time making your thighs quiver. the second the words fall past his lips, your walls begin to clench vigorously around his fingers, head tipped back as your orgasm hits you like a wave. your hands grip his hair tightly as you release your wetness onto his fingers with a loud moan and your body shakes uncontrollably, as you struggle to catch your breath when his fingers continue to move inside of you, but in a slower rhythm to help you ride out your orgasm. “that’s my girl, good girl.”

once your high has subsided, colson removes his fingers from your core, licking them clean immediately and dipping his tongue into your entrance, making your hips stutter against his tongue. “cols, need your cock.” 

“don’t need to ask me twice.” looking up at you with a satisfied smirk, he raises to his feet. quickly, he unbuckles his belt, pulling it out of the loops as you sit yourself up, breathing still heavy as you begin to pop the button of his jeans open, unzipping the zipper, and tugging them and his boxers down his thighs in one swift motion. his rock solid cock springs up against his stomach, and your hand wraps around his shaft, pumping it slowly as his head tips back and a throaty moan is released from his chest at the stimulation. 

“i need you so bad, baby girl.” he groans, craning his head down to connect his lips against yours, right hand caressing your cheek as the other holds your waist, repositioning you so your bottom is on the edge of the pool table. groaning against his lips once you can taste yourself, you run your thumb against his slit collecting the beads of precum that is oozing out of it, making the blonde to exhale shaky breaths. 

he grips his length with his right hand, removing your hand off him, and wrapping it around his neck, tugging him closer to him as he dances his red swollen tip through your slickness. 

“stop teasing, cols.” you whimper against his lips, hot breath fanning across his face as you bring your bottom lip between your teeth in anticipation, but you’re quick to release it when he dives his cock through your entrance, your smooth walls wrapping around him deliciously that colson feels he’s about to pass out. 

he doesn’t waste a minute, as he begins to snap his hips quickly against yours, making your cry out loudly as your hand flies up to grip his waist, clawing it with scratch marks as your head tips back. colson’s lips find the base of your neck, sucking gently and emitting deep groans as you clench around him. 

“fucking hell, baby girl. feel so so good wrapped around my cock, don’t you?” he growls, his voice slightly muffled against your neck but you hear him clear as day. you nod against his shoulder, biting gently as he quickens his pace with his hips, making you whimper loud and grip onto him tightly. 

“so fucking gorgeous, aren’t you?” he hisses through gritted teeth, grabbing the back of your neck with his hand gently, forcing you to press your lips with his in a sloppy kiss, teeth clashing together before you drop your head with eyebrows knitted in pleasure with a strangled whine of his name.

“shit. keep going, just like that. don’t stop, fuck don’t stop.” you beg, as colson hooks your legs around his waist, the new position making him go even deeper you didn’t think it was possible. 

the pool table squeaks, as his hips snap back and forth against yours roughly and desperately, determined to make you orgasm hard. you’re pretty sure this pool table is going to break any moment, but all you can think about is colson’s cock moving in and out of you, and his hot puffs of breath falling past his parted lips spluttering across your neck.

his hips are thrusting into you hard and sharp, and the slapping of your hot, clammy skins pounding against each other cloud the whole downstairs of the house, and loud whines fall out of your ajar lips. 

“not gonna last long.” you whimper, hands gripping onto colson’s body for dear life as your second orgasm of the night builds up rapidly, and sparks of pleasure rush through your core when you feel colson’s middle figure begin to rub harsh circles into your clit, making your head fall to rest against his shoulder. “holy shit.” 

“i know. i can feel you, angel.” he mumbles, eyes closing as pleasure rushes through his body, making it tingle and his head tips backwards as loud strangled groans fall from his lips. colson knows he’s not going to last long, and the feeling of your warm walls pulsating around his shaft definitely isn’t helping. “fuck, cum for me.” 

“i’m cumming, i’m cumming. fuck, colson.” the feeling of his middle finger circling your clit and the quick thrusts of his hips makes your head spin. your stomach tenses and your eyes roll back into the back of your head as shocks of pleasure rush through your core, all the way down to your toes, causing them to curl tightly. your second orgasm hits you like a brick, and your thighs quiver around colson’s hips, causing his thrusts to become sloppy. 

“right behind you, love.” he groans. the feeling of your walls clenching around his hard cock makes his hips stutter. the movements of his hips come to a halt, as the coil in his stomach snaps and his head tips back, a loud strangled groan rumbling from his chest and out of his lips as his cock twitches, releasing his hot load deep inside you. your body shakes, overstimulation starting to kick in as you hold onto colson’s sweaty body to keep yourself up, as he buries his hips deep inside you, and wraps his arms tightly around your sweat covered body, holding you close to him. “holy shit.” 

“yeah.” you grin, looking up at him as the two of you pant in unison, desperate to catch your breaths as you cling onto each other. colson presses soft kisses onto the top of your sweaty forehead, as his fingers dance over your back soothingly. pulling out of you slowly, you can’t help but whimper at the lack of contact and colson smirks down at you, slotting your lips together for a gentle loving kiss. 

“so this is why you two didn’t want to join us.” slim’s voice booms through the living room, amusement lingering in his voice. colson’s head whips around, pulling your top down to cover your exposed stomach and core in the process to look at his friends, completely unbothered that his bum is on full show for slim, rook and modsun, who are cackling at the scene unfolding.

“piss off, the three of you.” colson chuckles. hiding your face into his chest in embarrassment, as you can feel his laughter vibrate against your forehead. “you’re just jealous that you haven’t fucked anyone against the pool table.” 

“just make sure to clean up after yourselves. we don’t want your cum all over the pool table next time we play.” rook laughs, before he drags slim and modsun into the kitchen with a chuckle, leaving the two of you alone again. 

“sorry about that baby,” he mummers against your lips, pressing gentle kisses to your soft lips a couple of times, before pulling away. “you know how annoying they are.” 

giggling whilst nodding in agreement, you give his hips a loving squeeze as he reaches down to grab your knickers and sweatpants, placing them beside you on the pool table. quickly, he reaches down and slides his boxers up his hips with a snap, before pulling his white tank top over up and over his head. gently, he cleans you up with his tank, before helping you put your knickers back on, then tugging your sweats up your thighs and over your bottom. 

“are you two done yet?” slim shouts from the kitchen. you can hear glasses clinking together, signalling that they’re still drinking. 

“yes, you dickheads.” colson responds, looking over as the three men walk into the living room without a glance over to the two of you, holding one full bottle of whiskey and two glasses. the three take a seat on the black sofa with a satisfied sigh, leaning against it as they watch the flatscreen ahead of them. 

the feeling of your fingers tugging colson’s hands, that are wrapped around your body, causes the blonde to whip back around to look at you in full adoration, as his eyes dance across your face taking in your appearance. lips swollen, hair messy and eyes full of tiredness from your orgasm. 

“how was that?” he chuckles, bringing his hands up to caress your flushed cheeks. 

“amazing,” you grin, biting your lip softly as you look at him through tired eyes. “we’re definitely fucking on the pool table again.” 

“oh like that was up for discussion, angel face.” he winks, pressing another hard kiss to your lips and pulling away breathlessly. “shall we go and finish our wine?” 

“yeah, let’s go.” you smile brightly up at him, as you hop off the pool table. your hands hold onto colson’s waist for dear life, as his hands wrap around your shoulders as your legs shake visibly. he turns you to face him before you could carry on walking, and your chest hits his with a thud. 

“i love you.” he whispers, cheeks flushing slightly as you beam up at him, your fingers dancing across his bare back. 

“i love you more.” you whisper back, sighing in content as he plants a gentle kiss to your nose and then your lips, before walking the two of you over to the to join the three men, who are already bickering on the sofa. 

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