#colson x reader

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

The Tour XV

Warning: swearing, violence, smut

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh I…” 

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

Will everyone just assume we’re fucking all night?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“THAT DOESN’T MEAN YOU GET HER!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Spit,” he instructs and you oblige.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Or so you thought.

******

Tag list: @mgklove99xx @anonymousme86

[hollywoodxwhore]

KINKTOBER DAY 12: Period Sex

Colson x Female Reader

Double posting because it's October 30th and I'm on day 12 of Kinktober. Oops. Also, I totally messed up writing this in terms of tenses and points of view. I edited it a million times but there's a good chance I still missed some stuff. 18+, enjoy!

Also - this is meant to be part 2 to the fingering Kinktober fic where reader and Kells are best friends who start hooking up.

After Colson proved to you that fingering was way better than you could’ve ever thought possible, you continued to hook up. You were having fun, so much fun that he invited you on tour with him. You were riding on the bus, curled up in your bunk with a stomach-ache, trying to distract yourself with your phone. A text from Colson popped up on your screen: Come to my bunk?

Okay you replied, carefully getting out of bed. You were sure he wanted to fuck, but god, your stomach hurt. Once you stood up, you quickly realized why. Groaning, you fished in your suitcase for a tampon, clean underwear, and a pair of loose sweats. 

Once you were changed, you flopped into Colson’s bunk and curled around yourself. He rolled towards you, frowning. “You okay?” he asked. 

“No,” you grumbled. “My uterus wants me to die.”

Colson winced. “Oh. I’m sorry,” he said. “What do you need?”

“Cuddles.” You pouted. Colson shifted, pulling you onto his chest. You closed your eyes and tried to breathe through the cramps. You’d always had painful periods so this was nothing new, but it sucked each and every time it happened.

“Hey,” Colson said.

“What’s up?” you replied, pressing your palm to your lower stomach. 

“Don’t kill me for what I’m about to say,” he said, and you pulled your head back to look in his eyes. He smiled sheepishly. “I’ve heard an orgasm helps cramps.”

You rolled your eyes. “If you think I’m having sex with you right now, you’re on crack,” you said, and he chuckled.

“We don’t have to have sex,” he said. “You don’t even need to take your clothes off for me to make you come.”

You studied his face for a long moment, considering. “Fine,” you said finally. “But can you use my vibrator?”

Colson chuckled and nodded. “Whatever you want, princess,” he said teasingly. You rolled your eyes. 

“It’s in my suitcase.” Colson saluted you and climbed out of his bunk.

Minutes later, Colson climbed back into his bunk and lay down beside you, fishing in his pocket to remove the little pink bullet. He smirked, making you blush.

“How often do you use this?” he asked

You covered your face with one hand. “More before you and I started sleeping together,” you admitted.

“How often?” he asked again, tugging your hand away from your face.

“Col,” you complained.

“What?” Colson asked in mock-offense. “Excuse me if the thought of you using this on yourself gets me hard as a fucking rock.” He reached down to grip himself over his shorts for emphasis. 

You bit your lip, distracted by his hand for a moment. You forced yourself to meet his eyes. “Daily,” you answered finally.

Colson smirked. “Don’t be embarrassed,” he said with a smirk.

“You like the thought of me using that, huh?” you asked, scooting closer to him.

Colson grinned. “Hell yeah, I do,” he murmured, leaning in to kiss you softly. “I like the idea of me using it on you even more, though.”

You shifted onto your back and looked at him. “Nothing inside, okay?” you said.

Colson nodded. “Trust me, I know,” he said. With that, he sat up and got between your legs, lifting them to settle on top of his thighs. Gently, he tugged your hips closer, spreading your legs further. You watched his face with your lip between your teeth.

A soft buzzing sound filled the bunk area when Colson turned on the vibrator and your breath hitched when he pressed it gently to your thigh, tracing it up closer and closer to where you wanted it. You watched the bullet’s ascent of your body, eyes flicking to Colson’s. He watched you intently and your cheeks flushed, but then your lips parted when he placed the vibrator right where you needed it.  

Colson smirked, lips slightly parted, and flicked his eyes down before gripping the waistband of your sweats and yanking them down below your ass. Satisfied, he finally pressed the vibrator to your clit, through your panties. You groaned softly, closing your eyes as your hips shifted. Colson held the bullet still for a moment before moving it slowly side to side. 

You looked up at him, staring into his dark eyes. “How’s that feel?” he asked huskily. Your response was a soft whimper as he circled the bullet around your clit just right, making your back arch. 

You lifted your hips, grinding up against the vibrator, following the pleasure. You were speechless but sounds were fighting to leave you as the vibrations rippled through you. Colson could obviously tell and he smirked down at you. 

“God, you look so beautiful,” he murmured, “and so sexy when you can’t scream like you want to.” 

A small whimper left you and then Colson leaned over you to kiss you. The kiss was a relief and you moaned into his mouth, clenching your fingers in his hair as his tongue teased yours. You were starting to get close, and you were panting when he broke the kiss.

“You close, baby?” he asked, eyes scanning your face. All you could do was nod and gasp, trying hard not to moan. “Fuck, you look so sexy.”

You were shaking hard, legs trembling against his hips and back arching upwards. Your legs clamped around his hand as the pleasure became all-encompassing. Your heart thudded hard in your chest and you gasped, thrusting upwards as you started to come. Just as you started to moan, Colson’s mouth was on yours again. You whimpered into his mouth, hips jerking as you came hard. 

Just as it became too much, Colson switched off the vibrator but he continued to rub it lightly against your clit, causing your hips to jerk up at the aftershocks. Colson chuckled softly into your mouth as you whined and squirmed, overstimulated. Finally, he sat up and pulled the vibrator back. You stared up at him, chest heaving. 

Colson chuckled again and traced a gentle hand down your side. “You okay?” he asked. 

You swallowed hard and nodded, throwing your arm over your face as you came down. You didn’t trust your own voice not to be shaky and ragged, so you stayed quiet. Instantly, your cramps faded and you blew out a relieved breath. 

Colson smiled and set the vibrator on the bed before curling up beside you. “Better?” he asked.

“Much,” you whispered once you’d finally calmed down a little. “Fuck.”

Colson grinned, nuzzling into your shoulder. His large hand covered your lower stomach and you covered his hand with your own. He hummed happily and kissed your neck softly. You rolled your head over and kissed his forehead. “Hey,” you said.

“Hm?”

“Are you hard?” you asked.

Colson chuckled. “As a fucking rock,” he admitted. 

You sat up then and he looked at you in confusion. “I’m going to go clean up,” you said, “and when I get back, you’re going to be naked.”

Colson’s eyes widened almost imperceptibly but he just nodded. You didn’t think he was used to someone telling him what to do. You smirked and climbed out of the bunk. When you returned a few minutes later, Colson had followed your instructions and he lay on his back, arm behind his head, his other hand wrapped around his dick. 

You climbed in and slid the door shut, eyes raking all over his naked body. You straddled his hips immediately and swatted his hand away so you could curl both of your hands around him, and even with both of your hands wrapped around his cock, it didn’t even all fit in your hands. “Has anyone ever told you you have a huge dick?” you asked. 

Colson laughed breathlessly and smirked. “A few,” he said. “Do you like it?”

You bit your lip. “Never thought I cared,” you admitted, “but something about it with you…it drives me fucking crazy.”

Colson bit his lip and watched you. “Good,” he rasped. 

You smirked down at him and shifted so you were hovering over him, eyes on his as you swiped your tongue flat over the tip. Colson shivered and pushed a hand into your hair. You sat up just a little. “Colson,” you said. “I want you to be rough with me.”

“Fuck,” Colson muttered, and swallowed hard. “Are you sure?”

You nodded. He wetted his lips and nodded, too, and when you sank down on his dick, he guided your head. Once you’d taken him as deep as you could, your throat protested, but he held your head down. Your eyes watered, but it was exactly what you wanted. Your vision started to ebb and he finally released your head. You gasped for air, panting, and Colson looked momentarily worried, but then you took him into your mouth again and bobbed your head, meeting his eyes. 

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered, jaw clenching. He looked stunned, and if possible, his dick got even harder in your mouth. You hummed around him and pulled out every trick you knew, working him up. He moaned quietly, brow furrowing. 

You pulled off of him. “Col,” you said.

“Yeah?” he breathed.

“Can you do me a favor?”

“Anything,” he said. 

“I want you to fuck my mouth,” you said. 

Colson actually whimpered at that. “Holy fuck,” he said. “Of course.” You’d never seen him so flustered and you loved it. You smirked and took him in your mouth again. His hand sank into your hair and he started to lift his hips, slow at first, and when you moaned around him, faster. His moans grew louder but either he didn’t care about others hearing him or he couldn't control it. 

Your throat felt raw as he fucked up into your mouth fast and hard until he finally gasped and held your head still as he came. You swallowed him down, nails digging into the meat of his thighs. Colson shuddered hard and settled his hips back down. You pulled off of him and wiped your mouth. Colson stared at you in awe, jaw dropped, and you giggled. 

“Y/N,” he croaked. 

You wiped your eyes and looked down at him, waiting for a response.

“I need you to take that shit out and let me fuck you,” he said.

Your stomach dipped and your lips parted. “Colson-”

“I don’t give a fuck that you’re on your period,” he said. “I need you.”

“O-okay,” you stammered, fumbling to get out of bed and go to the bathroom. You returned with a towel which Colson hastily laid down before tossing you onto my back and nearly ripping your clothes off. He hitched your legs on his hips and got close to you before finally pausing. 

His eyes studied your face. “Sorry. That was fast,” he breathed. “Do you want to?”

You nodded. “Yes,” you said honestly, sliding your arms around his neck. “If you don’t mind.”

“I couldn’t care less,” he said, and kissed you. You whined softly as he pressed inside you, and you clenched around him immediately, still sensitive from the intensity of your orgasm earlier. Colson groaned into your mouth and cursed, and then he started fucking you, hard. 

You couldn’t control the moan that left you, but Colson swallowed it in his kiss, hips moving against yours effortlessly. You couldn’t help but notice that it felt like your bodies were made for one another, the way you fit so perfectly. Colson hoisted your hips higher, angling your body so he could get even deeper, and it felt so good that your eyes rolled back. You gasped when Colson’s soft lips met your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses on the sensitive skin. 

“Y/N,” he murmured, sinking his teeth lightly into your collarbone. You hissed in pleasure and pain, hips jerking against his, and he moaned. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

“You too,” you told him, digging your nails lightly into his back. “Fuck, let me get on top.”

Colson flipped you over effortlessly and you pressed your hands to his chest as you started to bounce on him, lips parting in pleasure. You’d never ridden someone with such a huge cock, but it didn’t hurt. It reached everything perfectly, filling you so completely that every movement was pure pleasure. Colson’s fingers dug into the flesh of your ass as you moved together.

After a moment, he sat up, pulling you flush to him, helping to wrap your legs around his waist. He kissed you for a long few moments, and then you leaned back for leverage so you could roll your hips forward. Colson looked between your bodies, watching his cock disappear inside you over and over, and he moaned. 

“Jesus Christ,” he gasped, lifting his eyes to meet yours. You panted as you moved, staring back at him. “God, you’re the best I’ve ever had,” he said, and you swore you could’ve come right there. You never really realized how much you liked being talked to during sex, especially when Colson’s low voice was praising you constantly. 

Colson growled and shoved you backwards so he was on top again, and then he pounded between your legs so hard that you cried out. He covered your mouth with his, biting at your lip as he fucked you so hard that your body moved up the bed slightly. Colson was nearly animalistic in the way he fucked you, one hand clenched so tightly around your hip that you would definitely have finger-shaped bruises tomorrow. But he would have gashes in his back from the way your nails were digging into the soft skin. 

It was like he had completely lost control, forgetting that you were on a bus with his bandmates, but it wasn’t your fault that moans slipped out. It was too good and too hard for you to be quiet, but Colson smirked every time you made a sound, so it was clear he liked it. When someone pounded on the wall and whooped, Colson laughed devilishly. You were a little nervous at the fact that you’d basically been caught, but you barely had time to think about it because your orgasm was coming so fast that your head was spinning.

“Keep those pretty eyes open when you come on my cock,” Colson demanded, curling his hand around your neck. As your orgasm hit, your eyes begged to close, but you forced them open, staring into his blue eyes, hips jerking as you came around his dick, and then Colson stuttered out a gasp, pulling his hips back so he could jerk off onto your stomach. He groaned, brow furrowing as he painted your skin white. 

You were panting hard as you watched him, and he collapsed beside you with a grunt. Neither of you could breathe evenly for a few minutes. Finally, Colson grabbed the towel from beneath you and wiped off your stomach. Your legs were shaking so hard that you didn’t want to move, but you knew you needed to. You were still on your period, after all. 

Colson glanced down at his dick and smirked. You noticed, too, and your cheeks turned red. “Oh god. Sorry,” you said, covering your face when you noticed the blood.

“Is it weird that I don’t mind it?” Colson asked. 

“I mean, you’re weird in general,” you teased tiredly. 

Colson flipped you off, then cleaned himself up. “Here,” he said, handing you his t-shirt. You slid it on, glad it went down to your thighs, and hauled yourself out of the bunk to clean up again. You returned on shaky legs, completely exhausted. Colson was beneath the blankets already, and he lifted up the blanket for you to slide in beside him. You bit back a smile, and after sliding your panties on, you crawled in beside him.  He pressed a kiss to your forehead and held me to his chest. Neither of you said anything as you drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms.

[ticketstomydaydreams]

Bad Things

(All We Have: Part Four)

Part One: Home

Part Two: 5:3666

Part Three: Lately

Colson x Female Reader

Summary: Colson's daughter Casie has come to stay with you, your growing feelings get ever more confusing...

Word count: 1,600+

Feels: confusion, emerging feelings

Warnings: Pure cheese

Companion playlist:

Machine Gun Kelly - Bad Things

Years and Years - Eyes Shut

Sam Smith - Not In That Way

Selena Gomez - Bad Liar

A/N: It's been a long time since I've written anything because life is insanely busy and my mental health hasn't had me feeling creative. But I'm sick again and stuck at home, so I've been going through some fic notes. I've broken this section into two bits, so the other one will come soon. Need to dig out my old phone with all my notes. Hope this isn't too sloppy as I've just banged it out based on my old notes. Hopefully I'll manage to make myself time to write more. Thanks for all the continued love comments for my writing, it's so appreciated 😘 Thanks to @i-think-i-did-it-again @hollywoodxwhore @triplexdoublex for inspiring me to get back into it with you amazing fics!

If you want to watch the instagram live I used for the inspo for this, you can watch it here

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Colson is in the living room, his phone propped up on the table as he films an instagram live of him and Casie. “Ladies and gentleman, a coco-nut. Comment if you love coco-nuts. Screwdriver coming in hot, lets go” 

They’ve got the coconuts she insisted on trying and are trying to figure out how to open it. They argue in an endearing back and forth over how to do it, Casie insisting she knows best

“No Dad, you’re not supposed to do it that” 

“Okay you try your way first but I guarantee my way will work. Ladies and gentleman the opening of a coconut, please don’t damage your beautiful hands” he fusses over her

“What did I tell you Dad”

“Wait, are you joking? They should have told us this years ago. Let me try my dad strength. Ay yo, Y/N can you get us a hammer?”

You laugh as Casie shouts “Nooo” and puts her head in her hands. You’ve been sent in and out of the room several times now at both their demands, for cups, screwdrivers and now a hammer. You love how excitable they get around each other, it’s infectious to watch.

Casie is bubbling with energy, she drops the coconut onto the table “Can we get some Ramen noodles?” Colson laughs at her fast switch of topics and picks up the coconut himself, stabbing it with the screwdriver “Yeah I know a fire ramen place we can order from”

He looks up at the screen and sees her dancing while still sitting next to him, he puts the coconut down himself and picks up his phone to angle it toward her

“Okay, we’re doing this now…Show me how to do your tiktok dance”

“Hard” he says watching her then looking over at you, seeing you mirror the dance back at Casie “You can do this too? That’s a lot for me, I think you got it though. Show me two two three” You stand up and start dancing with Casie, and Colson sings the tune with you as he moves the camera to show Casie in full length, but halfway through you get your legs muddled up and Casie starts laughing at you “We had this Y/N, you’re doing it wrong now”

“Yeah I think she got it but you don’t” he says, sticking his tongue out at you as you lean over and gently smack him across the head playfully “Too much pressure with an audience”

"Who’s that in the background?” Colson mumbles reading the comments on the live “That’s Y/N, one of my old school homies. Say hi Y/N”  he says, switching to his back camera to show you. “Don’t!”  you say, ducking away as Casie laughs

“Yeah, you don’t see her much, she’s shy. Is she my girl?” he chuckles reading another comment “I’m his girl” Casie says, bringing her face to the camera

“They mean, like, in a different way Case, like my girlfriend” he laughs, bashfully

“Ohhhh, I see, I see. Well, she coooooould beeeee…” Casie jokes, making kissing noises

“That’s my daughter peeps, starting rumours right here. Look what you did now…” he laughs again, as Casie leans in reading all the comments

Oh my god, Y/N and Colson!/You guys would be so cute together/Ahhh stop, really?!/I can’t, too cute!/Colson and his girls!/How did we not know this?!/I KNEW IT!/Always thought you should be with Y/N/

Colson leans back from the camera and says to you “Literally every comment is asking about us now” he turns back to the camera “Guys, no, Casie is winding y’all up hard. Me and Y/N are just friends, it’s not like that” He leans forward again, smiling and quietly chuckling as he says “No seriously guys, it’s not a thing…Dammit Case” laughing as he turns towards her

Casie’s attention drifts back to the coconut and Colson’s quickly follows as he sets his phone down again to carry on recording the two of them on the live. You head back into the kitchen, a little relieved he was distracted and didn’t see your reaction to him making a show of telling everyone you were ‘just friends’. Your heart sank… It was only a brief moment, you caught yourself as soon as it happened, but it did happen. Your mind was running a mile a minute…What is going on, why were you feeling like this all of a sudden… Maybe quarantine was getting to you, there’s a few of you in the house, but the majority of your time was spent with Colson with you both being night owls. Maybe it was messing with your head, this whole being disconnected from real life stuff. It’s Colson, it ISN’T like that, just like he said. Am I out of my head, out of my mind? If he only knew…Why do I feel like bad things will come of this…

Your stream of thoughts was interrupted by Colson shouting ‘ay yo, Y/N come look at this, you ever seen the inside of a coconut, its kinda fire’

You’ve just walked back into room and you're standing next to Colson when Casie shouts “Y/N we need forks!” As you turn to go get them, Colson leans over from the sofa and wraps his long arms around your legs keeping you in place “No, no we don’t, we’re in the wild here, let’s make it work!” he laughs loudly, jokily arguing back with Casie as she demands you listen to her instead.

You’re normally used to being caught in between the chaotic banter or father and daughter, but your head is feeling like mush now these new confusing feelings and you’re not saying much or getting involved, hyper aware of the fact he’s filming. You’re not in shot but everyone can see him leaning over, his arms around you.

Casie leans in to the phone, reading some of the comments from the fans watching the live

“Uh oh, everyone’s talking about you guys again…” She mumbles as she reads out loud “bring Y/N on camera…stop hiding Y/N…we can see you cuddling” 

Colson looks up at you when he feels you pull away from him slightly, he can see you’re not responding for some reason, you’re just looking at Casie reading out loud. He squints slightly and quickly releases your legs, positioning himself back next to Casie. You turn and leave the room, your throat feeling tight. What the fuck…

You fill the kettle up and put it on the stove, turning the gas on before leaning on the counter, your head propped up in your hand as you zone out. Staring into space, you don’t even notice the kettle whistling a few minutes later. You snap back into reality when you hear Colson’s voice behind you “Um, I think it’s boiled..?” he chuckles lightly, one hand tucked in his pocket, the other ruffling his messy blonde hair

“Shit yeah….I was miles away there” you shake your head, taking the kettle off the hob. Colson walks over and turns the gas off, he puts his hand on your back between your shoulders and you almost flinch “Hey….you okay?” he says, leaning forward to get a look at your face. “Oh yeah, of course, I’m fine” you blurt out. 

He studies you as you get some mugs out of the cupboard, “Okay cool” he says, sounding unconvinced “Thought maybe you were wigging out over what people were saying on the live…” Fucks sake, why is he so perceptive “I know you don’t like getting too much attention like that, so I shouldn’t ha-...” 

You cut him off “Honestly, it’s fine, I’m fine” you plaster a smile on your face as you turn to him. In one swift movement he pulls you towards him and wraps his long arms around you in a bear hug, squeezing you into his chest. It’s a confusing response to what you just said and you stiffen slightly in his arms at first, but his hugs have always been soothing and you find yourself relaxing into him, taking in his scent. He doesn’t let go. It feels like this hug has been going on for too long now, it feels weird, you’re enjoying it in a different sort of way, maybe enjoying it too much. You want to pull away, your head is saying MOVE, PULL AWAY, END IT, but instead you press your head into his chest a little harder. He presses a gentle kiss to the top of your forehead and all of a sudden you want to cry. Noo, what is this…

The moment is interrupted as you hear quick footsteps followed by Casie’s voice floating towards you as she moves through from the other room “Hey, where are you guys…”

Colson gently pushes you back from his chest, looking down at you, but you’re looking past him at Casie standing still in the doorway

"Wait, ARE you boyfriend and girlfriend? You just said no" she says, an eyebrow raised.

You both protest, pulling back from your hug and you make a theatrical show of pushing his head away with your hand “urgh, no way, not this dork”

Casie shrugs and you feel the tension break "Okay, okay" she says, sounding just like her dad “I’m just asking, you guys sure do hug a lot. Can we order dinner? I still want noodles” You avoid Colson’s gaze, he’s been watching you this entire time, as you follow Casie back out of the room to get your phone to order food. 

Colson remains where he is, leaning back against the counter, his arms crossed against his chest as he stares over at the empty doorway you and Casie just walked through. After a minute he lets out a deep sigh as he brings his hand to his face and rubs it along his jawline. He’s deep in thought, his eyebrows knitted together in a frown when he hears Casie calling him from the other room….

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[mgkxximagines]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You okay, there, honey?

You blinked. Did MGK just call you honey?

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

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

He looked slightly taken aback, but he recovered quickly.

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

You rolled your eyes despite yourself.

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

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

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

Your posture shot upright as you frantically glared at him.

“What are you talking about?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You rolled your eyes. You wanted to laugh.

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

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

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

Your laughter died in your throat and you swallowed hard.

He wasn’t joking.

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

He really wasn’t playing around.

“Wh...why?”

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

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

Fuck. Okay, you were hella in trouble.

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

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

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

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

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

“I couldn’t wait that long, honey”

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

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

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

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

“No fair.” He chided.

“Uh-Uh. You. Naked. Now.”

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

“Mm. Whatever you say, honey.”

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

“Enjoying yourself, huh?”

You snorted and bit his collarbone.

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

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

“Mm. Be mean to me, honey.”

Now it was your turn to snicker.

“Goddamn it, Kells...”

He looked at you innocently.

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

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

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

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

“Ugh, fuck yes.” He breathed

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

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

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

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

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

Goddamn, this boy knew how to move.

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

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

“Fuck.” You muttered.

He let out of breathy laugh.

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

Your face flushed and you met his eyes, curious.

“Wait, really?”

Colson nodded, biting his lip as he did so.

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

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

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

He glared at you, but his smile betrayed him.

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

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

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

“Absofuckinglutely.”

[urdadisdumb]

MASTERLIST

🍋=smut 🍓=fluff 🥝=angst

Colson Baker/MGK

JXDN/Jaden Hossler

Pete Davidson

Vinnie Hacker

[aestheticimaginesandaus]

hey idk if u still take requests but if you do, can you plz do dad!colson? im so obsessed! maybe one where he introduces casie to the baby?

I AM OBSESSED WITH DAD!COLSON SO HERE IT IS!!!

Not proof read. No warnings except maybe some cursing. Just soft dad Colson wanting all of his girls to get along. The baby is a girl but if you want me to change it go ahead. ALSO I normally write Y/N as female but if you want me to change that as well my inbox stays open. This one is a bit short but I wanted to keep like a little memory thing for Colson. As I was writing this, I imagined Colson like laying in bed cause he couldn’t sleep thinking about this moment. Kind of like a comfort thing for him, when all of his girls were getting along and they really became a family. When Casie finally saw Y/N as someone more than just her dad’s girlfriend but as a friend to her.

Colson had been weary of introducing Casie to his new daughter. He wasn’t so much worried she’d be jealous or anything…maybe it was the fact that Casie had been his only daughter for so long, maybe Casie would think that this new baby would be her replacement? ‘Get it together Colson. For Casie.’ He says to himself.

“CASIE COME HERE.” He shouts. Casie runs down the stairs of the house within minutes. “What’s up?” She asks. “I want you to meet the new baby. Y/N is out of the hospital now, and I think it would be good for the both of you. You and the baby, to get to know each other.” He rambles.

Y/N comes home with the baby a few minutes later. “She is so small, and squishy.” Casie states. Colson chuckles and Y/N let’s out that laugh that Colson adores. “Do you want to hold her?” Y/N asks. “Oh, I don’t know..” Casie says reluctantly. “Go and sit down on the couch or something, get very comfortable.” Y/N directs Casie to the couch and lets her get settled. “Hold her like this, support her head. That’s it.” Y/N shows Casie how to hold her, Casie gently takes the baby from her arms and situates her. Casie smiles, her smiles stretches up to her ears and she looks into the baby’s eyes. “She beautiful.” She says in awe. Colson watches as his Casie carefully handles the baby. “What did you name her?” Casie asks. Y/N looks away and Colson chuckles as he rubs the back of his neck. “We haven’t decided yet.” Y/N interjects “We’ve just been calling her baby girl until we come up with something.” She laughs.

Casie chuckles. “Sounds like my dad.” Y/N laughs in agreement. Y/N sits next to Casie and they sit in silence. The baby starts dozing off and Y/N smiles. “I think she likes you.” Casie looks at Y/N and smiles. “I’m gonna hit the bathroom for a minute.” Colson says, interrupting the moment and Y/N shoots him off.

Casie looks at the baby and sighs. “What’s on your mind?” Y/N asks. “I don’t know, it’s stupid.” Casie says.

“Talk to me. That’s what I’m here for.” Y/N reassures.

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy you guys are starting a family of your own, but what if…” Casie trails.

“Colson loves you, Cass. I know what you’re thinking. But you’re his first daughter and his number one. He’d never replace you, he could never replace you. He loves you so much.” Y/N says. Casie looks at Y/N with tears in her eyes. Y/N hugs her from the side and kisses the top of her head. Casie smiles. “Thank you. I needed to hear that.”

Colson listens on the other side of the wall. Tears in his eyes as he watches his favorite girls interact with each other. They don’t know he witnessed the whole thing and he wants to keep it that way.

[uncasualfangirl]

GENTLEMEN PLZ. 🥵🥵🥵🥵

[thebreakup]

Requested by @triplexdoublex "I was thinking like a friends to lovers type thing where Colson and reader are best friends and they’re at like a carnival or arcade and colson wins a candy necklace choker from the candy claw machine and gives it to reader and she puts it on and later they go back to one of their houses and our watching a movie and she’s like snacking on the necklace stretching it from her neck to nibble on it , and innocently Colson’s like hey save some for me and goes to eat some and his lips graze her neck and she accidentally lets out a moan and it ends up leading to smut"

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Colson pulled his car up into the gravel car park of the carnival, in the distance a brightly lit Ferris Wheel was visible illuminating the dark October sky. Quickly he jumped out of the car and opened your door for you. "M'lady." He said with a joking bow of his head as he took your hand. "Goofball." You replied with a mock look of disappointment on your face which was quickly wiped away as your date for the night dragged you to the entrance of the fair like an excited kid. The scent of burnt sugar from whatever sickly treats were being cooked filled the air taking you back to your past couple birthdays. You were an October baby after all, your last couple birthdays spent in similar ways, you could tell today was going to be extra special though. Thanks to your reminiscing you didn't notice Colson had handed in your tickets and was tying an entry band around your wrist with haste as he rambled on. "We gotta try win something tonight, I'm a master at those ring toss games! Oo- remind me to take a candy apple back to Rook too!" You giggled up at him and leaned up on your tippy toes and pecked him on the cheek, enjoying the distinct scent of his cologne and a hint of weed still managing to power through. "I will, can't be having you two fighting again, now let's go before it gets too busy!" You slapped him on the back as you raced towards the Ferris Wheel. "Last one there is paying for the sweets!

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Now at a claw machine you were both taking turns attempting to win something, you were spending more money than what the prize was worth for sure but it was the journey not the destination in this instant. "Got it!!" Colson exclaimed with triumph, as if he just won the Olympics. "Take that!!" It was a background noise as you felt your heart swell when you saw a candy choker fall into the collection bay of the contraption. Colson immediately swiping it and pulling you into a hug. "Wouldn't this look just beautiful on Rook?" You laughed as you looked up at him. "Gonna do the honours of putting it on me?" You watched him through your eyelashes as you turned around and moved your hair out the way. You felt him press up against you from behind and clip the sweet treat to your neck being careful to not get it in your hair. "Why thank you." You said teasingly as Colson was red in the face and changed the subject quickly. "Let's g-go grab those candy apples before they run out and get back to my place!- It's getting late, the creepy crawlies might come out." He added confidently at the end once again grabbing your hand and dragging you to another stall.

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Now both of you were cuddled up on Colson's couch watching a plethora of spooky Halloween movies, even though it was 2 weeks until the holiday the mood felt right. Bloody Birthday, Freaky, Coraline and Child's Play were playing one by one on a Dvd Player, Colson exclaiming it was better the old school way. You didn't mind though, perfectly content spooning with him while you suckled on your candy choker he had won for you earlier in the evening. "Save some for me huh?" Colson chuckled as he licked the ball of candy that was half hanging out of your mouth. The action took you so off guard you shuddered and let out a squeak as his warm tongue dragged over your sticky syrup coated lips. "Mm. Cherry.." He mumbled to himself as he looked up at you with a smirk. Obviously a murder attempt on his part, those eyes cutting through you like a hot knife through butter as tension in the room rose. The screams of Chucky's last victim blurred out. Colson suddenly seemed very interested though as he quickly turned his attention back to the screen. You blushed furiously as you let the candy slip from your mouth it's stickiness resting itself on your clavicle. Determined now to get your own back you pushed back into Colson as he was the big spoon quickly managing to nestle your cheeks up against his crotch unsubtly. He still seemed determined to ruffle your feathers though as you took an even more drastic measure as you stood up and threw your striped tube top off revealing your lacy bralette. That certainly got his attention as he let his eyes drag up your body as he sat up in front of you. "Wow, you're really this desperate huh? Well since you started this you better finish this angelface." He chided you as he made quick work of getting his pants and vest off. "What are you waiting for?."

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Notes: I didn't know how to continue the smut so if it comes to me in the future I'll edit it and add it onto the end! Also a reminder I'm British so some of these words might be unfamiliar to American readers, I tried to use the American words for alot of this but some of them just really don't sound right to me so some of them may be different! <3 And I don't really have a taglist and typically tag people I know are part of the fandom and that I read their work so if you want to remove yourself from this you can just message me and be removed!

@triplexdoublex @cosmicbash @hollywoodxwhore @draculakells @blxxdyvalentine19xx @i-think-i-did-it-again @jaxbreaker

[mgksgallery]

I've decided I will try to do something different with this blog. It will be mainly about Colson and the rest of the band/crew and who they are, where they came from and how far the entire band has came. I've noticed ALOT of newer fans don't know anything about est, the band or realize how far they have actually came. It's not their fault for not knowing but I feel like someone needs to show them the kellyvisions and older interviews and the concerts of only a few people (or the one he showed in Kellyvision where literally only 3 people showed up). I just want to show people that he diddnt get this famous over night and it was a very long road of 10+ yrs of extreme hard work and alot of ups and downs but he got there

[zombiekiller29]

Mgk and Rookxx and reader

Kellz when to the club rookxx and reader stay home because rookxx was sick and reader wanted to take care of him

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

The Tour V

Warning: swearing, smut

This day is shit. Actually shit is an understatement for how the day is. You know you look like complete and utter crap the next day but you don’t care. Everyone stays away from you, including Colson, and to be perfectly honest with yourself, it was fucking lonely. You know that everyone is pretty wrapped up in the tour and therefore doesn’t have a whole lot of spare time to deal with your personal existential crisis but you were pretty disappointed that when everyone returned from interviews and publicity appearances, no one ventured into your room to talk. You’re still not even sure how Colson got into your room last night and it’s eating you alive.

You get a text from Ashleigh around 5:30, informing you that everyone is heading out to dinner at 6 and if you feel up to joining. You don’t even get a chance to respond before Rook comes blinding into your room.

“Seriously, how is everyone doing that?!” you screech as you rush for a pair of pants to throw on.

“Doing what?” he asks with a goofy grin and an eye roll at your reaction.

“Getting into my room without me letting them?” you kick him off your bed with a shove which just makes him roll his eyes again but he saunters over to the sofa.

“Ashleigh gets extras of everyone’s room keys in case we lose them and get locked out of our room or if we slept through our alarm.”

Wait, so Ashleigh knows Colson came in last night?

The thought terrifies you because you can’t really think of a reason as to why Colson would need to come into your room at 2am. What did he tell her to get the key without her asking questions? If there’s one thing you know about him, it’s that he’s not one for answering questions he doesn’t want to.

Or for sticking around after sex.

“What the hell is going on in that brain of yours?” Rook looks seriously concerned as he watches you stand in the middle of the room.

“I…”

You’re desperate to say the words out loud. To tell someone so you don’t feel completely alone and lost in your feelings but you’re conflicted. Rook is not only your best friend but Colson’s too. You don’t want to put him in an uncomfortable position but you worry that you may suffocate trying to keep this to yourself.

“Colson and I had sex last night and then he took off when I went to use the bathroom without so much as a thank you.”

Rook’s face drops and his skin pales. He sits there staring at you for what feels like forever. He closes his mouth and opens it so many times he genuinely looks like a fish. You need him to say something, anything!

“I’m gonna fucking kill him!” he growls, jumping to his feet and striding to the door. You quickly jump in front of him, blocking him from the door.

“No, please don’t do anything!” you beg but Rook has that murderous look in his eyes that makes you nervous.

“Get the fuck out of my way Y/N!”

“Rook,” your bottom lip quivers and his face softens slightly.

“Aw honey.”

He wraps his arms around you and pulls you to him, desperately trying to comfort you. Rook hates when you cry because it happens so rarely, he’s always unsure of how to go about it. He pulls you towards your bed and you sit next to him while he rubs circles on your back. You tell him everything. About the couch, the kiss, him coming to your room. Once you start talking it’s like word vomit. You tell him how conflicted you are, how you’re stuck between wanting to wring his neck and runaway to lick your wounds, alone.

“Has he said anything about why he’s been in such a shitty mood lately?” Rook finally says after a few moments of silence.

“That’s your takeaway from everything I just told you?” you’re completely dumbfounded and your tone conveys that clearly.

“I’m sorry it’s just you’re the first person he’s properly spent any time with in months, I thought maybe it would come up.”

“Yeah in between orgasms he told me his biggest, darkest secrets and we bonded while he braided my hair.”

“Ok, point taken! And don’t ever mention your orgasms to me again.”

You roll your eyes because sometimes you think Rook forgets you’re a woman who has sex. To him, it’s like picturing your little sister having sex. A knock on the door interrupts your banter and you stand to answer it. You’re surprised to find Colson on the other side, looking at his feet and you peer over your shoulder to see Rook visibly tense.

“Are you coming to dinner?” Colson asks, still not looking at you. You can feel the glare Rook is shooting at him because it’s boring into your back.

“I…I don’t know, I’m not that hungry.”

“Listen Y/N,” Colson finally looks up and spots Rook over your shoulder. “Oh, hey man. I didn’t know you were in here.”

“I came to get her for dinner,” Rook’s voice is tight, like he’s barely managing to keep himself calm.

You look between the two of them, feeling the tension building in your chest as they stare at each other. Neither of them makes any attempt to lighten the mood and the atmosphere is physically suffocating you. You have to remind yourself to breathe and you let out a breath you were holding. Rook’s eyes twitch to your face before looking back at Colson, daggers in his eyes.

“Couldn’t keep your fucking mouth shut for at least 24 hours, huh?” Colson shoots his own daggers at you and your stomach drops.

“Don’t fucking talk to her like that!” Rook is across the room and in Colson’s face in seconds.

Even though Rook is a head shorter than Colson, he could definitely hold his own in a fight. You step between the two of them, both their chests rising and falling against your shoulders as you squeeze your way into the small space they allow. Rook relaxes as you stand between them as you knew he would. He would never put you in harm's way and getting in a punch on with you so close would do exactly that.

“I’m not hungry,” you mumble to no one in particular just as Baze and Slim come to your door.

“Jesus, what the fuck is going on in here?” Baze jokes but when no one laughs, he scratches the back of his neck nervously.

“I’m not coming to dinner,” you answer him as Rook moves away. You can tell by the look on his face that he wants to stay with you and be a good friend but he’s torn because you’re sure he’s starving. “You go Rook, order a big steak for me.”

“Pfft, not like you could afford one,” Colson mutters under his breath.

Slim, Baze and Rook’s mouths all drop open. That was below the belt, even for him, especially in front of everyone. Rook looks like he wants to beat the shit out of him and Baze and Slim look like they want to hold Colson down so he can get as many hits in as possible. You square your shoulders and lift your head high as you look directly at Colson.

“Ooo, pointing out my lack of funds, real original asshole. At least if I had money, I wouldn’t waste it on alcohol, drugs and hookers. Unlike some people, I don’t need to pay to have others in my company. I get it all for free.” you punctuate each word so what you’re saying really sinks in for him.

Yeah all these people are my friends because they want to be, not because I pay their salary.

“Fuck you,” he spits at you before turning on his heels and heading back to his room, slamming the door behind him.

After your big blow up with Colson, everyone pretty much scrambled as soon as he left. Rook gave you one last hug before heading with the guys to dinner. You were completely fuming at what he’d said. Why is the money thing such a big deal to him? Is he pissed that you’re making money off him by simply being on the tour as his personal babysitter? Maybe it bothers him that the record label felt the need to hire you to keep him on track. It is kind of insulting considering he’s a grown man.

You decide it’s driving you insane just sitting around your hotel room so you decide to get ready for the concert earlier than planned. The cars aren’t leaving until 8 for a start time of 9:30 but you decide you might head to the restaurant everyone else is at for a drink. You hop in a boiling hot shower, washing your hair and shaving your legs twice to help drain some time. As you look down at your bruised breasts, your mind drifts to Colson and his lips on your skin. You hadn’t noticed until you were undressing for your shower that his fingers had left bruises on your hips from when he held you down as he ate you out. Your nipples harden at the thought and you have to push the images away.

Be mad at him.

When you get out of the shower, you blowdry your hair and run the straightener over it. You go heavier than usual on your makeup but it always makes you feel more confident when you’re all dolled up and you don’t want Colson to see how much he affects you. You wrap the towel around your body as you step out of the bathroom to pick your outfit. You stop dead when you spot a shirtless Colson lying on your bed, arms behind his back, his eyes staring at the ceiling. A cigarette hangs from his pink lips and your insides quiver.

“Why the fuck does everyone keep inviting themselves into my room?” you spit at him.

He doesn’t look at you and you fold your arms over your chest, pushing your tits up a little. His eyes zero in on that movement and you suddenly feel very self-conscious that there’s nothing but a towel between your body and his eyes.

“Only sluts wear red lipstick,” he muses, staring at your chest and your face heats with embarrassment. You square your shoulders and think of a quick retort.

“As I remember, I wasn’t exactly a saint in that bed last night.” His jaw twitches and you see a flicker of lust cross his face as he looks at you again.

Hmm interesting.

“Pretty sure I remember you moaning my name as I came all over your dick, begging me to call you daddy.”

He growls and swings his legs over the bed to face you. You stroll over to him, hips swinging, tits bouncing with every step. His hands are clenched so tight that you can see nothing but white on his knuckles. His eyes are large as he stares at you, lips parted slightly, his chest rising and falling as you stand in front of him, his face directly at chest height. You see him inhale deeply and his eyes flutter. You’re enjoying this game you’re playing with him way too much to stop, even though you know you should.

“Left all those marks on my tits and my hips so I’d remember exactly who I spent the night with. Exactly who ate my pussy so well that I creamed all over his face, like the slutty sinner I am, right daddy?”

A mix between a guttural moan and a snarl erupts from his throat and his lips are on yours, slamming you against the wall. He strips the towel from your body, throwing it behind him. He presses his body to yours, rubbing his hard cock against your bare pussy. You moan into his mouth, the friction heaven on your dripping pussy. As much as you’re enjoying the feeling of being pressed up against the wall, you want to be in control. You put your hand in the centre of his chest and push with force. He stumbles back, falling back on the bed with a thump. Before he can react you’re on him, straddling him. You grind your hips down so you’re rubbing over his growing erection. You flick his jeans open, pulling his briefs down just enough to release his cock. Your mouth salivates at the sight of him. He’s so large in your hand, you’re suddenly intimidated.

How the hell did that fit last night?

You drop to your knees, licking the purple head tasting his precum. He moans your name as you swirl your tongue around. The thick veins in his dick throb as you tease him. You lick underneath from the base to the tip and back down. You take him in your mouth, sucking in your cheeks to create a deep suction. The top half of Colson’s body reels up and he stares down at you between his legs, wrapping your hair around his hand and pushing you down. You gag but push deeper until you can feel him down your throat.

“Jesus fucking Christ baby,” he whines as you bob your head up and down, creating a comfortable pace that has him panting and swearing.

You want to stop. A loud voice in your head is screaming at you to stop. The game you started has taken a completely different turn and you don’t know if you can bring yourself to follow through. The throb in your pussy is begging you to satisfy her but your ego is desperate to teach Colson a lesson. Right as he’s on the edge, the precipice just within reach as you continue to work him with your hand and your mouth, red lipstick smearing his cock, you pull away. You stand, dabbing around your mouth to clean away your saliva and fix your lipstick.

“I should probably get dressed,” you smile down at him sweetly, licking your lips to be cruel.

“What the fuck?” he exclaims and the look in his eyes is pure murder. “You’re just going to leave me throbbing for you like this?” that sentences makes your pussy quiver with desire but you tell her to calm the fuck down.

“Why give you something for free?” you call over your shoulder and disappear into the bathroom, locking the door behind you.

Take that motherfucker.

[hollywoodxwhore]

KINKTOBER DAY 9: Fingering

Colson x Female Reader

As for all of my Kinktober fics, 18+ only. Enjoy!

“I don’t know if there’s a single person in this world who has a vagina and actually enjoys being fingered,” you retorted, not looking up from your phone. You’d come across yet another TikTok of a girl talking about how bad fingering was. How no guy knew how to find the right spot, how it was uncomfortable. 

You were sitting on the couch at your best friend, Colson’s house. You were in town visiting him while he had a break from shows, and you’d already been there for a few days, so the two of you were just relaxing, scrolling through TikTik on your respective phones, chatting here and there. But this comment made Colson lock his phone and sit up. 

“Hold up,” he said. “Where did that even come from, first of all?” You thrusted your phone at him and he watched the video, then shook his head and snorted. “Man, she's been with the wrong dudes, then.”

You shrugged. “I agree with her.”

Colson gawked at you. “You’re telling me you don’t like getting fingered.”

“Nope,” you said casually. “It doesn’t feel good. It hurts and it’s a waste of time. I’d much rather get right to fucking.”

Colson was stunned into silence and he pushed a hand through his hair. He looked so dramatically upset that you couldn’t help but laugh. He looked at you again and shook his head. “No one I’ve been with has ever had any complaints,” he finally said. 

You reached over and patted his knee. “They were probably being nice, Kells,” you said gently. 

Colson swatted your hand away. “Nah,” he said, shaking his head. “Girls be squirting when I finger them. That ain’t something you can fake.”

You blinked. “I’m sorry. You’re lying,” you said.

Colson looked outraged, mouth dropping open. “What? Y/n,” he said frustratedly, standing up and running his hands through his already messy hair. 

You giggled. “Kells, it’s not that deep,” you insisted. 

“Nah, I don’t like that you don’t believe me,” he said, glaring at you. “You know what I get like when someone challenges me.”

Suddenly, the air in the room changed. Colson’s eyes were dark as he stared at you, his stance dominant and a little angry. You swallowed and tugged at the collar of your crewneck, suddenly warm. The line of your friendship had been slightly blurred ever since a random drunken night a year or so ago in a club bathroom. You talked about it afterwards and laughed about it, but neither of you had mentioned anything about sex since. You barely remembered the night. 

You watched as Colson’s throat bobbed as he swallowed. “I bet,” he said lowly, eyes locked on yours, “that I can make you come just by fingering you.”

You shifted, equally uncomfortable and turned on. “Colson,” you said.

He gave an almost imperceptible shake of his head. “C’mon,” he said quietly. “Let me prove you wrong.”

And suddenly, you wanted him to. 

“O-okay, fine,” you said, hating how your voice quavered. Colson smirked and jerked his chin towards the stairs, not even waiting for you before he headed up them, knowing you’d follow close behind. And you did. 

Colson stepped aside and let you enter his room first, eyes wandering your body as you did, and he closed the door behind himself. You turned to face him, folding your hands together to hide their shaking. You watched him, waiting for his next move. He sauntered over to you and curled one big hand around your waist. His other hand tipped your chin up as he tilted his head down slightly. For a second, his cocky, dominant persona fell.

“Do you want to?” he asked, voice hushed. 

You nodded, whispering, “Yes.”

Colson nodded too and smiled in a way that made your stomach flip. Then, his lips found yours. You sighed involuntarily at his touch, your arms sliding around his neck as you went up on your toes to press closer. He splayed his big hands on your back and held you close to him for a moment before sliding his hands to your ass to lift you into his arms. 

You gasped as he pressed your body into the wall and broke his mouth from yours, his lips moving to caress your neck. “It’s all about getting you nice and turned on before I even touch you,” he said, voice low and raspy in your ear. His words made your stomach tense and your thighs tighten around his body. 

He moved you away from the wall in favor of laying you out on his bed, admiring you before crawling on top of you. His arm slid beneath your body and he lifted you easily up the bed so your head fell on his pillows. He looked at you for a moment longer and then kissed you again, deeply. God, you understood now why so many women wanted him.

Colson’s fingers snuck under your shirt, grazing your stomach, and your breath hitched. You arched your back as he lifted your shirt and sweatshirt over your head, tossing them to the floor. His eyes dropped to your body admiringly, and he bent to kiss down the valley of your breasts. “God, you’re fucking beautiful,” he murmured into your skin and you shivered. He untied the strings of your joggers and slid them down your legs slowly, brushing his hands against your legs as he moved back up. He pressed your thighs upward and met your eyes as he leaned in to kiss your inner thigh with an open mouth. 

Your head fell back and you whimpered, back arching up slightly at the feeling. “Colson,” you gasped, forcing yourself to look down at him, not wanting to miss any of it. 

He switched to your other leg, sucking a mark to the flesh of your inner thigh. “Fuck, I wanna taste your pussy,” he nearly growled, “but that’s not why we’re here.” 

You fought back the urge to say, next time, but you weren’t sure if there would be a next time. Instead, you bit down on your fist, trying to conceal your moans. He hadn’t even touched you yet and you were already keening. Jesus. It was almost embarrassing. 

Next, his lips found your stomach, grazing the sensitive skin as he moved his body up yours. His mouth landed on yours again and you couldn’t help but moan into his mouth as he parted your lips with his tongue. “Y/n,” he breathed, nipping at your lip before continuing to kiss you deeply. 

Your hips twitched when you felt his fingertips graze your inner thighs, skipping teasingly over where you desperately needed him. Finally, he drew a fingertip down over your panties and you gasped, digging your nails lightly into his back. “Colson, please!” you nearly whined. 

Colson laughed lowly, kissing your chin and down your neck. “Ready to be proved wrong?” he asked, blue eyes burning into yours. You were speechless and he didn’t wait for your reply. He dragged your panties slowly down your legs, taking his time to admire your pussy as he did. He pressed your thighs apart and hovered over you, kissing you again. 

When his fingers slid up your pussy, you let out a whiny moan, thighs pressing against his waist. You were panting already as his fingertips circled your swollen clit slowly. He ran his fingers through you a few more times and hummed, pleased that he’d managed to get you that wet without even touching you. 

You fought against your heavy breathing to speak. “This isn’t fingering, Colson,” you managed.

Colson huffed a soft laugh and kissed you softly. “I know that, y/n,” he said with a little shake of his head. “Can you fucking let me do this?” He chuckled and you couldn’t help the breathless little laugh that left your mouth as you nodded. “Good girl,” he praised, kissing you again. 

When you were sufficiently wet, Colson’s middle finger slid inside you slowly. Here we go, you thought. You were ready to prove him wrong, to tell him how not-good this felt, but then, his finger curled slowly and the tip of it grazed against a spot inside of you that made your hips jerk. “Fuck,” you said shakily and Colson smirked at you, biting his lip. 

“Uncomfortable?” he murmured. “Waste of time?”

“Sh-shut up,” you spat, digging your nails into his back as he slowly curved and straightened his finger inside your walls. Colson laughed smugly and you wanted to smack him but at the same time, god, nothing had ever felt this good before. 

He drew his wet finger back, stroking it over your clit before inserting it again, this time adding a second finger. The room was getting hot and your vision was ebbing just slightly. Fuck, Colson was right. You held onto him for dear life, your legs beginning to convulse as he used both fingers to work you up, curving them against your walls. 

Your eyes were closed in bliss but they flew open when he withdrew his fingers, sliding an arm beneath you. He lifted you into his lap so you were straddling him. He remained sitting up, face to face with you, and he pressed his lips to yours as his fingers found their place inside you again. 

“Oh my god,” you gasped, gripping onto his shoulders. Your body was jerking and twitching in ways it never had before. It felt incredible, but you weren’t sure you could actually come from it. 

Until Colson’s thumb found your clit. Your head fell back with a wail and he took advantage of it, pressing his mouth to your neck, dragging it over your collarbones as he picked up his pace. “Colson, f-fuck, Col!” You barely recognized your own needy voice, high and breathy as you began to rock your hips against him, unable to help yourself. Now, it wasn’t a question of if you were going to come. It was a question of how much longer you could last before exploding all over his hand. 

“Come on, baby, yeah,” he encouraged, watching your face as you were pulled closer and closer. “Come all over my fucking fingers, that’s it.”

His voice coupled with the magic of his fingers had you nearly hyperventilating as you clenched around him before finally exploding into euphoria. You writhed and whined, feeling yourself soak his hand. You were squirting for the first time ever. 

Colson pulled his hand back and gently settled you on your back. You were gasping for air, chest heaving as you came down and Colson chuckled as he got up to wash his hands. When he returned, you were somewhat settled down but still panting, and at his smirk, you shook your head and muttered, “Shut up.”

Colson laughed and kissed your cheek. You got out of bed on shaky legs, nearly falling on your way to the bathroom. You flipped him off when he laughed at you. After cleaning up, you returned to where he sat on the bed, still smirking.

“Proud of yourself, huh?” you asked. Colson grinned and tossed you one of his big t-shirts, which you slid over your head. Then, he pulled you close by your hips. 

“Kind of,” he admitted. Then, his face turned serious. “Was that actually good, though? Did it hurt or anything?”

You snorted. “Were you in the same room as I was just now?” you teased.

Colson laughed. “Just gotta make sure,” he said. “It wasn’t worth it if you didn’t enjoy it.”

“You’re a good man, Colson Baker,” you said, patting his cheek. “Yes, I enjoyed it. I’ll probably be asking you to do it again.”

Colson grinned and pulled you into his lap. “That’s fine with me,” he said, and kissed you. 

[mgkobsessed]

I deleted my fanfic, I'm not scrapping maybe just rewrite it a bit because I was falling out of love with parts of the story. I don't know let me know if y'all would be interested or should I just stay in my lane as a reader and leave it deleted... Love u guys💕

-Mgkobsessed💕

[mgkxximagines]

The Dirt

As I walked onto the set of the new biopic about Motley Crue, I couldn’t help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. Not only was I going to be able to see my boyfriend Colson Baker, but I was also going to see him play my uncle Tommy Lee.

Colson and I had been dating for a few months now, and things were going great. He had met Tommy a few times before, and he had always been supportive of our relationship, but seeing Colson bring him to life on the big screen was a whole new experience.

As I walked onto the set, I saw Colson sitting in a chair, deep in conversation with Tommy. They were discussing the nuances of Tommy’s personality and how Colson could capture his essence on camera. I smiled as I watched them, knowing that Colson was taking the role seriously and that Tommy was excited to see his story come to life.

“Hey, you!” Colson called out as he saw me approach. He got up from his chair and wrapped his arms around me, giving me a kiss. “You ready to see me play your uncle?” 

“I can’t wait.” I replied, feeling my excitement build. “I know you’re going to do him justice. 

Colson smiled and led me to a seat where we could watch the filming, As we watched, I saw him transform into Tommy. He had dyed his hair black and wore the same type of clothes that Tommy was known for - tight jeans, leather jackets, and bandanas. But it wasn’t just his appearance that had changed; his mannerisms and the way he spoke were completely different too. 

As I watched Colson on screen, I couldn’t help but feel proud. He was doing an amazing job, and I knew that Tommy would be impressed too. As the day went on, I watched Colson film scene after scene, each one more impressive than the last. 

Finally, when the day was over, Colson came over to me and gave me a hug. “What do you think?” He asked, a little bit of nervousness creeping into his voice.

“I think you were amazing.” I replied, a huge smile on my face. “Tommy would be so proud.”

Colson grinned, relief washing over him. “Thanks.” He said. “I wanted to do him justice.”

“You definitely did.” I replied, giving him another kiss. “I can’t wait to see the finished product. 

As we walked off the set hand in hand. I knew that this was just the beginning for Colson. He had proven himself as an actor, and I couldn’t wait to see where his talent would take him next. But for now, I was just happy to be by his side, watching him bring one of our family’s most iconic figures to life.

[triplexdoublex]

Working on a Colson x Reader Highschool AU fic based on a dream I had the other night about some guy I used to fool around with on the bus IRL back in the day 🙈 and Jesus fucking Christ it’s embarrassing how much of this “fooling around/having sex in school” fic is based on real life … ya girl was WILD. 😳 But unlike the fic I never got caught. 😇

[pixiedust0]

𝐾𝑖𝑠𝑠 𝑚𝑒

❥𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢 - 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚜𝚗,𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝙲𝚘𝚕𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍.

❥𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 - 𝟷.𝟸𝙺

❥𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 - 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑, 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛, 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐

𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

The low labor of her breathing worried him. Her lips that were once a beautiful baby pink were now pale color almost blue looking. Her tan skin was now a sickly white. The way her heart beat picked up on the monitor was to slow for his liking.

Her once beautiful long hair was now replaced by air. Due to all the chemotherapy. Which he didn't mind she looked beautiful anyway. He was so concentrated on her face he didn't hear his fiancé call out to him. "Bubba...Bubba... Cols." Her voice quivered as she studied him. Sharing a nervous glance to Pete and rook.

In short words he looked a mess. His hair was pushed every which way due to him tugging on it. His hand was clasped tightly on the girl next to him. She could tell he wanted her to be okay. He wanted you to be okay. "Colson" she tried once again. This time he released a 'hmm' noise as if he was asking her to continue.

Before she could say anything the doctor walked into the small hospital room. Causing Colson to stand quickly not letting go of your hand."Mr. Baker?" he questioned. "Colson." He replied with a quick nod. "I'm afraid to say that all the stress put on Miss Y/L/N body we aren't confident that she has long." Colson’s heart broke in his chest.

"There's gotta be something you can do right?" He couldn't lose you not after everything you've too been through."I'm sorry Colson but there is nothing left I or anyone else can do.I think you should prepare yourselves.I am deeply sorry." He gave a quick nod and with that left. Before anyone could say anything you slowly began to stir.

His eyes immediately snapped towards you and he was once again at your side. "We'll let you to be alone." Pete's voice cut the silence like a knife. Him and Rook giving you a quick kiss on the forehead and a sad smile before going to the lobby to tell the others. Megan slowly trailing behind.

Your eyes slowly opened and we're in tranced with the bright room. "Hey." His voice was slow and very quiet to not scare you. "I'm dying." It was the first thing you said. Your voice was scratchy and rough. "Don't say that." He quickly shushed you sitting on your hospital bed.

" I feel it. I feel my body shutting down. I'm so tired." The more you talked the more he wanted to cry because he knew that this was it. "Y/N..." he trailed off not knowing exactly what to say. "It's okay I'm okay." Her voice got weaker making his lips tremble. "Don't cry over me."her breathing got thicker.

"How am I not supposed to you started all this when you told me to kiss you now you're just leaving and I'm stuck here." Her eyebrows twisted in confusion as he began to explain all the important memories of the two.

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"Have you ever kissed anyone." The young teen asked the girl. "No." Her short answer made his heart jump. " Have you?" Her voice was quite but that's how you were. "No" he replied making her lips twist up in a smile.

"Why not?" He questioned her. " Just never found someone I wanted to kiss." She simply answered the two stayed silent after awhile. Her feet stopped moving towards the school the were walking towards causing the boy to stop.

"What are you doing." He asked. "Kiss me."she told him causing his breath to get caught in his throat. "I- what." His palms began to sweat from the nerves. "Kiss me Baker if your not scared." with out even thinking he grabbed her face and connected it with his. After awhile of being there together they had to pull away due to lack of oxygen.

"I've wanted to do that since the day we met."he tells her as he reconnects the two.

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"I think I love you." His heart picks up the pace as the words leave the girls mouth. "Unless you don't feel the same otherwise pretend I didn't even-." Before she could finish he placed his hand over the girls mouth causing her to stop talking.

"I think I love you too." Your eyes began to sparkle at his words.

𑁍

"So your asking me to change." He rolls his eyes towards the girl. "I'm asking you to stop killing your self by doing theses." She tells him picking up the small bag with the white powder "Your over dramatic." Losing his patience's he snatches the bag from her.

"I don't even know who you are anymore." By his expression she can tell that hurt him. "I was thinking the same thing." With that he grabs his keys and walks away.

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You paced back in forth with the test in your hand. Two lines meant one thing. You were pregnant. There was an thing inside you growing.

"Y/n!" Colson yelled as the door opened and closed behind him. You however couldn't move, you could barely breathe. So you just stood there looking at the test in your hands. His foot steps got louder and closer and next thing you knew he walked right into the bedroom. "Hey do you wanna-" his voice slow trailed off as he saw the test in your hands. "I'm pregnant." You said it to yourself mostly trying to believe it. His face broke out into the biggest smile ever.He swiftly picked you up and swung around. Causing laughs to escape your mouth.

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"Your pregnancy was unfortunately ectopic. My deepest condolences.” You and Colson were left alone in the room. You were starting at your hands and his foot was tapping on the floor.

"It wasn't your fault Y/n." He tried but your gaze never left your hands. "We can't try again okay.....it.. it wasn't you."your head barely moved but he knew you were saying okay.

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"WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM." You scream at him it's seems like after the hospital all you do is fight. "YOUR MY PROBLEM." He spit towards you. "WHAT THE HELL DID I DO TO YOU."  You we're tired of fighting.

"I'm not happy." His voice was quite and low almost inaudible. "Colson what ever it is we can fix it." You released a sigh hoping this was the end of fighting. "No Y/N I'm not happy with you." His words making you heart ache.

"You...you.. I ." Yo didn't know what to say. "I can't keep doing this we need.. to break up." You could have sworn you heard your own heart crack.

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A tear escaped his eyes. You raised your very weak hand and wiped it away. He leaned into your touch. "Megan's here your not alone." You try and reason. "Don't leave me please I ruined a ten year relationship but we can fix it okay. We can get married and have kids just don't leave. Cassie would love siblings." The more the tears fell from his eyes it's almost like the harder it was to hold on.

"Colson we can't we weren't meant to end up together and that's okay. It's okay." Her body grew weaker the harder she fought to stay. "Why don't we end this how we started it." A week laugh escaped her. "Kiss me Baker if your not scared." Colson have her a sad chuckle and for the last time connected there lips.

Once they pulled away. You heard him utter softly. "I wanted to do that since the day we met." The slow beat of the Monitor began to die out that's when Colson knew you were gone.

Beep...Beep.......beep..........beep............

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