#jp cappelletty fluff

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

First and last

Requested by @mgkisdaddytho

"can u plzzz write a story about losing virginity with rook but then like super fluff aftercare🥺🥰"

A/N: this is the first request I've ever done so go easy on me 😅🥰

Warning: swearing, no condom (be safe kids), losing virginity

Ok, so your best friend kissed you. It could be worse. It could’ve been in front of a large group of people. Oh wait, it was. It could’ve been a drunken dare. Oh wait, it was. It didn’t have to mean anything to you. Oh wait, it did. You didn’t have to make it uncomfortable by running off a hot mess. Oh wait, strike four, you did. If it had been anyone else in the room, you wouldn’t have cared but it wasn’t anyone else, it was Rook. The guy you’ve been secretly in love with for months since you first met him. You know that no one else knew and it wasn’t really Baze’s fault for making the dare in the first place. No one except Ashleigh, your other friend and the group ‘mum’. She kept everyone in line, on tour and at home.

You couldn’t even blame Rook for not saying no. He didn’t know that every time he brags about banging a different girl it slowly broke your soul more and more. That was your issue that you were dealing with. He didn’t need to know that in the months you’ve known him, you haven’t had a single date because you are so head over heels in love with him that no other man comes close.

It's not just Rook’s good looks that attract you to him. Sure, he’s toned, muscular body is nothing to overlook, he works hard for his body. However, his personality is just as attractive. He’s smart and hilarious and his taste in music is second to none. You can not only sit and talk to him for hours, but you can also just hang out and watch a movie or he can lie next to you on your bed, scrolling through his phone while you read a book. You’re both just comfortable in each other’s company that you can spend hours together and it still feels like a new friendship. No, you don’t need to ruin that perfect friendship by sharing your feelings.

There’s a light tap at the door and it slowly opens to reveal Rook, sheepishly rubbing his neck. “Are you ok?” he asks, slowly striding across the room to sit beside you on the bed.

“Yeah, I’m fine. It was just getting a bit loud down there and I needed a break,” you lie through your teeth.

“So it had nothing to do with me kissing you on a dare?” Damn, he’s good.

Before you can say anything more, his lips are on yours again and you’re completely taken away. You gasp at his touch and he smiles against your lips. You melt into his touch almost immediately and he leads you up the bed until you’re lying on your back, your head resting comfortably on a pillow. His hands roam your body and you heat at his touch. He leads his lips from your lips, down your jawline and to your neck. He nips and sucks at your neck and you moan at the feelings of pleasure pooling between your thighs. He sucks hard on the spot just below your ear. Is he leaving a hickey? He follows the line of your neck until he reaches the swell of your breasts, predominant in your low-cut tee. He kisses gently at your cleavage. He pulls the fabric down so your right breast is exposed and he encapsulates your nipple in between his lips, sucking and licking at it until you’re squirming under his mouth. His hand slips up your skirt, between your thighs and rubs your slit gently.

“So wet,” he moans against your nipple.

He turns his attention to the other breast before finally running his mouth lower. He lifts your top so that your stomach is exposed and peppers your skin with kisses and nips. Once he reaches your naval, he runs his tongue towards the button of your skirt. He looks up at you and you nod with approval. He removes your skirt and panties and appraises your body with his eyes.

“So beautiful baby,” he coos and your insides turn to liquid.

Baby? Did he just call me that? You think to yourself but you don’t have long to dwell and his tongue runs down your slit and teases your hole. You almost buck yourself right off the bed. Rook hooks his arms around your thighs to hold you in place as he continues his assault against your most sensitive area. Without warning he dips a finger inside you and you cry out in pain. He immediately pulls back and sits up on his knees to look at you questioningly.

“What’s wrong?” he asks softly, concern clear on his face.

“Nothing, nothing. It’s just I’ve never been…fingered before,” you whisper the word like it’s dirty.

“Yeah but, you’ve had a guy in you before, so what’s the difference?” you don’t say anything, you stare at an invisible thread on your top. “Y/N, you’ve had sex before, right?” you can’t look at him as you shake your head with embarrassment. “Oh,” is all Rook says.

A tense silence settles over the two of you. You feel flustered and uncomfortable as the silence grows between you. You want to know what he’s thinking but you’re too scared to ask him so instead you just sit there and allow the noise from downstairs to drown it out. You don’t want to be the first one to say something because you don’t really know what to say to make the awkwardness go away. Rook takes the burden off you.

“I could be your first,” he whispers. You look up at him and he’s watching you intently.

“You…you would do that for me?” you ask, so shocked by the gesture that you almost throw yourself at him. In the back of your mind, a little voice is telling you that this is a bad idea but you push it down. Do now, think about consequences later.

“Of course I would, you’re my ride or die,” your heart flutters like it does every time he says that to you.

You know it means something completely different to him as it does to you but it still warms your insides just the same. You nod your head in agreement and Rook smiles at you.

“Lie down, baby,” he instructs you and you lie back.

He is between your legs again but this time he is using only his mouth and it is heaven. You haven’t really fooled around with guys because they usually want it to end the same way and you’ve just never been ready for that with anyone, besides Rook. At least with Rook, you know it with mean something, even if only to you. His tongue is flicking your swollen clit and you moan as you tangle your fingers into his hair. You tug and grind as he sucks on the bud of nerves. Your legs tremble as you feel that familiar knot in the pit of your stomach that you get when you use your fingers. Suddenly, you're seeing stars as an orgasm crashes over you. Rook's tongue stills as your thighs tighten around his head. You release him as you come down from your high. He stands and begins to strip his clothes, one article at a time.

You take the moment to allows your eyes to rake over his body. You never normally get to ogle at him so obviously so you make the most of it. You study the way his muscles move and contract as he lifts is t-shirt over his head to reveal abs and a defined V. He has a small trail of hair starting from his naval and disappears into his black briefs. You know pretty much every tattoo on his skin but they look different somehow. Maybe because you're not just catching random glimpses of them in Colson's pool. He catches you watching him and he grins at you.

"Like what you see, honey?" you nod your head and he chuckles.

He removes his briefs and your eyes nearly fall out of your head. He's big, bigger than you expected, and thick. If you weren't nervous about this before, you definitely are now that you know what is coming. It was shocking enough when he put a single finger inside you. He rests himself back between your leg and helps you remove your top. You feel self-conscious as his eyes rake over your body and your skin erupts into goose bumps as he trails a finger from your neck, down between the valley of your breasts, not stopping until he gets to your pubic bone.

"How have I never noticed how amazing your body is?" he asks in a serious tone. He looks up at your eyes and smiles and you bite your lip feeling like a goddess.

"Because you're blind," you joke with a laugh.

"Yeah, in more ways than one," he mutters under his breath.

You're fairly sure you weren't meant to hear that. He grabs his length and begins to rub himself up and down your entrance.

"I'm just lubricating myself to try and minimise the pain for you, ok?"

You nod and he continues, not realising that every time his rubs the head of his cock against your clit, your stomach flips with pleasure. He looks up at you through his lashes and your heart almost stops. He's so devastatingly handsome and you know this is going to hurt emotionally so much in the light of day. But for now, you just try and be in the moment.

"This is going to hurt, so you tell me to stop whenever you need, ok baby?" you nod and hold your breath. "Don't hold your breath, it makes it worse. Just breathe with me, ok?"

He leans down so that his chest is pressed up against your breasts and takes deliberate deep breaths so you can feel his movements. He begins to move and you cry out in pain as the unfamiliar pressure and tearing feeling. Your eyes water and you can't stop the sob that escapes your lips.

"Do you want me to stop, honey?" Rook asks with concern but his voice is strained. You shake your head and he continues to move.

He encapsulates your lips with his to try and catch each one of your cries of pain and help distract you. He takes deep breaths to remind you to breathe and it actually does help. Once he's completely inside of you, he stills his hips to allow you to get use to the feeling of being stretched.

"I…I think I'm ok now," you whisper in his ear.

He slowly pulls out of you and although it throbs, the pain is not nearly as bad. After a few slow movements, the pain has been replaced with pleasure and you start to moan and grind against Rook. You hook your thighs around his hips and wrap your arms around his body to hold him as close to you as possible. He places kisses all over your neck and across the top of your breasts as he quickens his pace, hitting your g-spot perfectly.

"So beautiful," he moans into your ear as he nibbles on your earlobe.

You feel that knot in the pit of your stomach as he continues to hit that same delicious spot over and over again. You can't hold out any longer as the stars return.

"Rook!" you cry out as your climax hits you harder than it did the first time. Your body is trembling but Rook's hips don't slow as you come down from your high which makes the feeling so much better.

"Fuck, Y/N!" he cries out and he pulls out of you, spraying your stomach in his warm cum. He pants and collapses on top of you, catching his breath. "Wait here," he pants and climbs off you. He pulls on his jeans without his briefs and heads out the door, closing it softly behind him.

You lie there in your afterglow, completely high off the moment. You're not thinking about tomorrow. You're not thinking about how this is only going to make you want Rook more than ever. This moment right here, is enough.

Rook returns with a damp wash cloth and he wipes the tender area between your thighs as softly as possible. He cleans your stomach and assess the sheets.

"There's a bit of blood on the sheets so you'll have to hop off so I can change them. You should go pee, stops you from getting any infections. I probably should've warn a rubber."

You can't distinguish his feelings from his tone of voice. He almost sounds like a doctor or something. Just spurting off random facts without any emotion or concern. You put your clothes back on and excuse yourself to the bathroom. As you're peeing, the thoughts you were trying to push away earlier have begun to creep in.

This was a mistake. He can't even look at me any more. He probably already regrets it. He knows virgins get attached to the first guy they sleep with. He was just committing to the moment. He didn't really mean it when he called me baby.

There's a gentle knock at the door and you're pulled out of your thoughts. You pull your underwear up and finish in the bathroom. You open the door and Rook is standing there, looking sheepish again and he rubs his neck.

"The bed is ready," he says and you're slightly confused but you nod anyway.

He leads you back to the bedroom and sure enough, there are fresh sheets on the bed. The old sheets are rolled into a ball in the corner and Rook tells you he'll wash them tomorrow before Colson can see them. You sit on the edge of the bed again and this time, instead of feeling awkward, you feel an overwhelming sense of grief. You're mourning the loss of the best friendship you've ever had and the feeling is just too much. Your eyes begin to well and tears finally spill.

"Hey honey, why are you crying?" Rook asks with concern, pulling you to his chest and stroking your hair.

"Because that's it. We're going to go back to just being friends and we won't talk about this and it will get awkward until eventually-"

"I don't want to go back to just being friends," he interrupts you. He pulls your head back so he can cups your cheeks between his large hands. "Sex is not always like that. That was…amazing. I know this might be hard for you to believe but that is the best I've ever had and it was because it was with you, someone I care about, someone I…love. I don't want to be just your first, I want to be your last."

Rook studies your face, trying to gauge your emotions. Your face breaks out into a huge smile and practically launch yourself at him, kissing him passionately. He chuckles against your lips as they assault him with kisses.

"Say it," he whines against your lips.

"First and last."

@mgkisdaddytho

[marbledaesthetics]

Duty Calls

masterlist

pairing: jp cappelletty x reader (she/her)

warnings: none, just pure fluff

description: rook and your daughter make pancakes

word count: 1,168

a/n: once again, for simplicity, rook isn’t in a wheelchair in this

photo credits: @Ashleighlaceup on pinterest

~~~

Rook is a heavy sleeper. Everyone has seen him sleep through crazy parties, and it takes a certain amount of resilience to sleep on a bus for months at a time. But, once he became a dad, he prided himself on waking easily for his kids.

He doesn’t wake for just anything, but he seems to have a sixth dad sense for when his kids need him. So when he woke up before dawn with you still in his arms, he knew something was off.

Sure enough, not a second after he looked around the room, in pads your daughter, holding her blankie and looking tired.

“What are you doing up so late, sweetheart?” he asks, carefully pulling away from you to sit himself up a bit.

She shrugged sleepily from her place near the foot of the bed, nuzzling her face further into her blanket with a yawn. “I just woke up, daddy.”

“Well, you’ve gotta sleep, sweetie. It’s still nighttime.” He’d gotten used to early mornings with the kiddos, but before 5 am, he had to draw the line.

“But I’m not tired, daddy.” It was a clear lie: she is exhausted, but Rook plays along.

“C’mere, y/d/n.” He reaches down an arm, easily lifting her to join you. “You can just cuddle with mommy and daddy until morning, then.”

“M’kay, daddy,” she says, sleep slurring the words. She settles between the two of you, leaning into Rook. “G’night.”

He presses a quick kiss to the top of her head, laying back down with her. “Good night, sweetheart. I love you.”

---

Rook starts to stir when he feels movement beside him, but is soon fully awake as y/d/n flops her full weight on top of him, giggling. He shifts so he can hold her, pulling her energetic form back to his chest.

“Up, daddy! It’s morning.” She insists, squirming in his grip as he presses small kisses to her head.

“Shh, baby. Mommy’s still sleeping; we’ve gotta be quiet.”

She nods seriously, being as quiet as an excited toddler can be. “Can we get up, now?” she whispers loudly, leaning close.

Rook chuckles, sitting up and nodding. “We can get up.”

As soon as he puts her on the ground, she takes off. He follows her closely, making sure she doesn’t fall as they head to the living room. “Did you want to make breakfast, sweetheart?”

“Yes, yes, yes!” she squeals, quickly going to the kitchen.

He shakes his head, amused by his daughter's excitement. She grunts a bit as she tries to climb up onto a kitchen stool, pouting at him to help her. He lifts her onto the chair with ease, reminding her to sit so she doesn’t fall. “What do you want to make?”

“Pancakes!”

“Okay, baby. Pancakes it is.”

He places a mixing bowl in front of her, along with a spoon for her to play with while he finds the ingredients. He measures them out for her, letting her dump them in and mix.

“Can I crack the eggs, daddy?” She smiles sweetly at him, and he laughs, grabbing another small bowl.

“Sure, sweetheart, but I have to help you, okay?”

“Yay!” She bounces excitedly, accidentally sending some batter flying off of the whisk she was holding. “Oopsies.”

Rook chuckles, wiping the batter off the counter before coming around to help her with the eggs.

“You’ve gotta be gentle, remember?” he asks, before carefully handing her an egg.

She nods happily, allowing him to wrap his hand around hers. She softly taps the egg on the counter, nowhere near soft enough to crack it.

Rook takes over, cracking the egg and helping her open it into the bowl. “Good job, y/d/n.”

She looks pleased with herself, adding the egg into the rest of the batter with as much care as a 3-year-old could muster, and goes back to mixing happily.

Rook lets her mix while he dumps some dirty dishes into the sink and gets the stove warmed up. Then, he helps her, incorporating all the ingredients at the bottom that she had missed.

“What do you want in your pancakes, princess?”

“Chocolate chips!” she exclaims, bouncing and waving her arms. “And strawberry!”

“What do you say?” Rook asks, already pulling out the ingredients.

“Please.”

“Thank you.”

She watches him from her stool while he makes the pancakes, babbling to him about a game she had played with her stuffed animals the day before.

He’s just taking the last of the pancakes off of the stove when he hears you coming down the stairs. You enter the kitchen sleepily, looking adorable in his shirt and a pair of shorts.

“Good morning, baby,” you say, pressing a kiss to y/d/n’s head. “Babe.” You give him a quick peck on the cheek as you pass by to grab plates.

“Morning. How’d you sleep?”

“Pretty good, you?” You put the plates in front of him, taking a cooler pancake and beginning to cut it up for y/d/n.

“Mostly good, other than when this little monster came in,” he teases, making funny faces at y/d/n while he plates some for the two of you.

“When was that? I don’t remember waking up.”

“Around three-ish? She was quiet for you.”

You continue to make small talk, giving a very excited little girl her pancakes. You both move to sit, enjoying the quiet of an early morning.

“Any plans for the day?” you ask, moving around the counter to start loading the dishwasher.

“I was probably going to go over to Colson’s place. Casie’s in town and Ashleigh was gonna bring Ashton.” He reaches across the counter to grab the rag from the sink, wiping down y/d/n’s sticky hands and face before helping her down from her chair. “Do you have something else in mind?”

“No, that sounds good.”

“Can I come, too?” She’s bouncing up and down with excitement. “I wanna see Ash!”

“Nope, we’re gonna leave you home all alone,” he jokes, tickling her little tummy.

“Daadddyyyy,” she whines, trying to pout through her giggles.

“Yes, you can come along, but we’ve gotta get ready first.”

“Do you want daddy to help you get dressed while mommy finishes the dishes?” you suggest, knowing you could easily finish cleaning up the kitchen in the time that will take.

“Yes!” she shouts, taking off for the stairs.

Rook gives you a hug from behind, kissing along the top of your shoulder, before turning you around to plant a sweet kiss on your lips. You relish in the contact for a moment before pulling back. “Go get her dressed, babe. I’ll finish up.”

“You cooked; I’ll clean. I’ll be up in a minute.”

“Fine, but I want another kiss first.” He pulls you back into him, pressing another one to your lips and letting it deepen.

“Daddy! Are you coming?” you hear y/d/n yell from her room.

“I’m coming, sweetheart.” He presses a quick peck to your nose, then lips, before moving toward the stairs. “Duty calls."

~~~

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[machine-gun-casie]

Teach Me?

(not my gif, found it on google can’t find who made it)

anon: Hey I'm so happy to know that you accept requests about Rook cause he needs more love. I love your imagine of Colson teaching the reader guitar. Could you possibly do the same with rook and the reader except with drums. Like maybe she was watching him practice or something and then he teacher her maybe her sitting on his lap? Idk just some really cute stuff. 

a/n: thought this was kinda cute but i didnt wanna make it too similar to the colson guitar one so no established relationship

wc: 900+

“Stop staring, you’re being creepy.” 

“What?” You asked, sitting up from your slumped position on the couch to face Colson who was next to you.

“You’re staring and it’s creepy. Stop.” He chuckled, not looking up from his phone.

“Am not.” You mumbled.

“Are too. The only reason Rook can’t tell is ‘cause he’s really into it.” Colson said, pointing at the drummer in question.

Rook was going crazy on the drums, in-ears in place and head banging with the beat. You had been watching him for who knows how long, it was so hypnotizing. And also you might have a little crush on him but that didn’t matter at all.

“I wasn’t tryna be creepy, it’s just that-”

“He’s drumming, I know.” Colson rolled his eyes with a smirk on his face. You had been friends since Colson’s first tour and your bias towards drummers didn’t go unnoticed by him. “Go talk to him and stop being creepy.”

“But-”

“Go! If you don’t, I’ll set him up with someone and you can spend the rest of tour being a little bitch.”

You gasped and narrowed your eyes at him. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Watch me.” Colson smiled devilishly, eyes sparkling. “Hey Rook!” Your eyes grew wide at his words. Rook obviously heard nothing, but Colson loved watching you try to figure out what to do. “If you don’t do something, I’m gonna keep calling and you know he’s gonna hear me at some point.”

You looked at Colson and then over at Rook, and then back at Colson and back over at Rook. You rolled your eyes and let out a little sigh. “I fucking hate you.” You groaned as you stood up.

“You love me.” Colson laughed, taking a pillow off the couch and throwing it at your ass as you walked away. “Go get ‘em, tiger!”

You threw your middle finger up at him as you walked over to Rook and you could hear Colson cackling behind you.

When you approached Rook, you couldn’t bring yourself to interrupt him. You were satisfied with just watching him bust it out on the drums, it almost felt like you were living vicariously through him. But staring up close was even more weird than staring at him from the couch, so you shook yourself out of it.

“Rook.” You said, hoping to get his attention, but that didn’t seem to work. “Rook!” You raised your voice. Still nothing. So you tapped his shoulder and that seemed to finally get his attention.

It was almost like he was woken up from a trance the way he got so confused and looked at his surroundings. But when he looked at you he smiled so big, like he was glad it was you interrupting him and not anyone else. “Hey, y/n. What’s up?”

“Uh, so…” You started, not knowing where to go with this. “I’ve been bugging Kells to give me drum lessons for ages, but he’s an asshole. I was hoping maybe you could teach me?”

“You wanna learn how to drum?” Rook asked, standing up and taking out one of his in-ears.

“Yeah, I’ve always wanted to but I’ve never really had the chance.” You shrugged.

“No shit. I’d love to teach you. Come here.” Rook leaned back and pulled an extra stool out from behind him and put it right behind the first one. He sat down and patted the stool in front of him. “Sit here and we can start.”

“Oh right now?” You asked.

“Yeah, right now.” Rook chuckled. You giggled and sat down in front of him, trying so hard not to overreact when he pulled you closer into his chest. He placed his drum sticks in your palms and took out his phone. “Alright, so I’m gonna play a song and I want you to listen carefully. Try to connect what I hit on the drums to what you hear in the song, okay?”

You had never thought of it like that before and it made you want to try your hand at it even more. But your heart fell into your stomach when Rook took your closed fists into his hands to start. You knew it was coming but damn, those hands were something else. You were never one to drool over a guy’s hands before, but wow. 

As he led you with each beat of the drum and each crash of the cymbals, you almost forgot of his hands holding yours and his chest behind you. Actually sitting behind the drum set this time instead of watching from afar was blowing your mind. You always wished to understand how Rook felt on stage every night and you could almost taste it.

When the song was over, you felt yourself start deflating before you realised what just happened. Rook held you practically in his arms for three minutes and seven seconds. You let go of the drum sticks and let them fall into Rook’s hand and turned to face him.

Before he could say anything, you put your hand on his chin and led him into a kiss. His eyebrows shot up at the surprise, but he was anything but against it. He let the drum sticks in his hands clatter to the floor as he pulled you closer to him.

What you would later come to find out is that Colson was filming this entire interaction.

“Ay, watch this shit. I’m a fucking matchmaker, dude! Hit me up for all your matchmaker needs, I’ll hook you up.”

[hangovercurse]

For the Past Four Years

You and Colson have been friends forever, but when you start getting lessons from a certain drummer, he gets a bit jealous.

Request: Sooo I was just wondering if a jealous!coulson whose your friend would be something you’d like to write? Maybe y/n and yungblud or rook or someone is getting a little too friendly and it makes him angry either fluff or smut would work tbh

Colson x Reader

Warnings: Cursing

A/N I am so sorry this took so long! This is the one I was talking about when I said I got to the end and wasn’t feeling it so I rewrote it.

Word Count: 2019

You hated being the only one in the crew who couldn’t go on tour. The travel interfered with your job too much, so you were left alone for months out of the year. But that made it all the better when you could join the tour. You were grateful for the two weeks off you were given while Colson was on the Hotel Diablo tour.

You flew out to their show in Phoenix and planned to stay on the tour bus with them until they got back to LA. The boys were ecstatic to have you around, having known you for almost 4 years. Colson was probably the most excited to see you again, seeing as he had known you the longest.

You were in the green room for the fifth show since you’d join the tour, the energy through the roof. Colson was busy talking with Ashleigh about the show, so you found entertainment in Rook, who was currently tapping away on his practice kit. “Ok, guess this one.”

You were currently trying to figure out what songs he was playing, and you were doing pretty good. He started playing the intro to “You Could Be Mine” by Guns N’ Roses, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. ”Really? It’s like you’re trying to make this easy for me.”

“It’s not my fault you know literally every song ever made.”

“Yeah, but Guns N’ Roses? Obviously, I’m gonna know it.” You smirked and he squinted at you.

“Fine. You’re so good, why don’t you play something and make me guess.” He held out his drumsticks for you to take.

You pouted, “Rookie you know I don’t know how to play drums.”

“I can teach you.” He offered, making your eyes light up.

“Wait, actually?” He nodded, standing up and grabbing another stool.

“C’mere.” He led you around the kit and sat you down, sitting on the stool behind you. He put the drumsticks in your palms and then moved to hold the outside of your hand. “We’ll start with the basics.”

When Colson came back into the room, he saw you and Rook laughing. You were looking back at Rook as his hands were wrapped around yours, a smile on your face. He couldn’t help his heart sinking, and he tried his best to maintain his composure. Luckily, he only had to endure a few more minutes of you guys obviously flirting before everyone had to move to side stage.

You noticed Colson slumped on one of the couches across the room and you sent him a smile. “Rook is teaching me how to play.” You mouthed to him, and he nodded sarcastically.

“Good for you.” He mouthed back, obviously uninterested and upset about something. You raised your eyebrow and tilted your head, silently asking what was wrong. He just shook his head.

“Alright guys, backstage.” Ashleigh announced, and all the boys jumped up.

Rook stood up and you followed, handing him his drumsticks. “We shall continue this later, young grasshopper.” He joked, bowing dramatically. You rolled your eyes and pushed him towards the door of the green room.

“Don’t suck too much.” You smiled, and he turned back to stick his tongue out at you. Colson watched the interaction and it looked like steam would start blowing out of his ears. You bounded over to where he had just stood up. “Good luck hug?” You asked sweetly, a tradition you had started the first time you went backstage before a show.

Instead of answering, he walked right past you, leaving the room. You stared after him, confusion present on your face. You wanted to talk to him about it, but decided it was best to leave it for after the show.

 Colson seemed to be in a better mood on stage and after the show, insisting on partying on the bus. You had no complaints; you loved the endless party that was touring with MGK. Once you got on the bus, however, his mood seemed to drop all over again. You didn’t really notice it at first, a bit distracted by the loud music and the other guys. You loved spending time with them, they were as much your family as Colson. But your good time was spoiled by Colson sitting on one of the couches scrolling through his phone with a drink in his hand.

You didn’t want to have fun without him, he was your best friend, after all. So, you walked over to him, reaching your hand out. “Come dance with me.” You smiled, which he did not return.

In fact, he barely looked at you, just took a sip of his drink and said, “why don’t you go dance with Rook since you like him so much.”

You were taken aback by his comment. “Umm, what?”

“You heard me. If you like Rook so much why don’t you go dance with him? Why don’t you just sleep with him while you’re at it?”

You took a step back, offended. “I don’t know what your problem is right now, but either talk to me like a grown up or get over it.”

Colson sighed, standing up and grabbing your hand to drag you to the back of the bus, away from the crowd. He opened the door that separated the bunks from the rest of the bus, leading you in and closing it behind you. You waited for an explanation from him, but he just stood there, glaring at you.

“Okay, what the fuck is your problem, Colson? I’ve been here for all of a week so I don’t exactly know what I could’ve done.” You tried to keep your voice quiet, but your tone was still sharp.

Colson’s tone stung just as bad. “Oh right, because you haven’t been flirting with Rook ever since you got here. I mean seriously could you make it any more obvious?”

You raised an eyebrow, “Okay, one, I’m not fucking flirting with anyone, much less Rook. Two, even if I was flirting with him, or anyone for that matter, it’s none of your fucking business.” Colson had a habit of doing this; anytime you started talking to a guy, or even just dancing with one at a club, he made sure it stopped immediately and you were fed up with it.

“It is my business. He’s my bandmate and you’re my best friend. If you two hook up or do anything, guess who’s caught in the middle? Me.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “Yeah, and I suppose that’s why you’ve run off every other guy I’ve tried to do anything with?”

He stepped towards you, eyes getting darker. “So you were trying to get with Rook?”

“Oh my god Colson, no!” You let out an exasperated groan, “I’m just saying you have a pattern of getting in between me and literally any member of the male species. Rook and I are just friends, you know that. And I would never put you in a situation like that.”

He stepped closer to you, standing over you now. "Maybe I just don’t think they’re good enough for you.” His voice got quieter, but you weren’t backing down.

“You’re supposed to think that. That’s what friends are for. But that doesn’t mean you get to get in the way of every potential relationship I have.”

“Stop saying that fucking word.” His voice got deeper, darker.

You furrowed your brows, confused and a bit nervous at his tone. “What word.” Your voice came out quieter than you expected it to.

Colson sighed and hung his head, backing away from you, ���forget it.”

He turned so his back was facing you, running a hand through his hair. You watched him carefully, studying him. “What word, Colson?” You pushed him.

He rubbed his face with his hands, letting out another heavy sigh. “Did you ever stop to think about why I didn’t want you to get anywhere with those guys?” Your heart seemed to stop beating for a second, and your shoulders fell slightly.

“N-no.” You stuttered, walking towards the man, who was still turned away from you. “Colson, I’m really confused right now.” Your voice was soft. You reached out to touch his arm, but he spun around before you could.

His hand reached out to tilt your jaw up, so you were looking into his eyes. You expected him to be angry, but there was something else instead. His face was really close to yours, enough that you could feel his breath on your nose when he spoke. “There’s a reason I don’t want you to flirt with Rook, or with any other guy for that matter.” You had a feeling you knew where this was going, and you took a sharp breath as your heart fluttered.

“Colson-“ You started, but he cut you off.

“Just let me finish, please. I have to say this or I’m gonna lose my fucking mind.” You stayed silent, your eyes begging him to continue. “I don’t want you to be with anyone else. Fuck, Y/N, it hurts like hell to see you flirting with other people because I want you to be flirting with me.”

You smile, trying not to giggle. “And I realized when I left for tour that I’m kind of really in love with you.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling his lips onto yours. His hands wrapped around your waist as his lips moved against yours. When you pulled away, he placed his forehead against yours, eyes closed. “I’ve kind of been flirting with you for the past 4 years, loser.”

His eyes flew open, head moving away from yours. “What?”

You laughed, rolling your eyes. “Yeah, I’ve kind of been really in love with you for a long time.” You mimicked his earlier words. “You never said anything about it so I just assumed you didn’t feel the same way.”

He let out a breath through his nose, “God I’m so dumb.” You giggled, shaking your head and pressing your lips against his.

“You are not, you’re just a little oblivious.” He rolled his eyes, pulling your hips closer to him and kissing you again, longer this time. He started leading you backwards, so your back pressed against the wall of bunks lightly. One of your hands moved to rest on his cheek and the other played with the hair at the base of his neck.

The kiss deepened, his tongue swiping against your lips. You granted him entrance, his tongue slowly exploring your mouth. His hands began to move down your waist. They were about to reach your butt when the door opened and Dre walked in. “Oh shit,” He paused, looking between you two and slowly smiling. “About time you fuckers got it on.”

You buried your head into Colson’s chest, a blush on your face. “Duuuude.” Colson groaned, his head falling backwards. “Get out.”

Dre chuckled, hands in surrender. “In my defense, you guys are the one making out in a tour bus full of people in the bunk room.”

If looks could kill, Dre would have been murdered by Colson by now. “Okay, I’m leaving. But just know I’m telling everyone about this.” He smiled, quickly leaving, and closing the door behind him before Colson could hurt him.

You laughed, pulling the man back to you and connecting your lips to his, a smile on your face. “I’m gonna kill him.” Colson mumbled against your lips.

You rolled your eyes, “As hot as that would be, society generally frowns upon killing your friends.” He chuckled and pressed another kiss to your lips, his hands reaching up to cup your face.

“Wait, would you still like me if I was a murderer?”

You giggled, “Depends on who you kill, but probably.”

He pecked your lips, “What if I killed Rook?” You glared at him, and he smiled. “What? I’m just asking in case it happens.”

“You’re not allowed to kill your band members.”

“So if I kicked him out of the band and then killed him, it would be okay?”

“Colson Baker!”

“Kidding!”

[hollywoodxwhore]

hollywoodxwhore's Masterlist

Started: April 2022

Last Updated: 7/18/23

Requests are closed

🔥 smut

🥰 fluff

❤️‍🩹 angst

One Shots

Colson Baker aka MGK

make up sex 🔥❤️‍🩹🥰

tatty daddy 🔥

what a night 🔥🥰

a little bit of pain makes it feel good 🔥❤️‍🩹🥰

denied 🔥

best first 🔥

lonely 🥰❤️‍🩹

sunset on my black parade (lonely part 2) 🥰🔥

waste love 🔥❤️‍🩹🥰

save me ❤️‍🩹🔥🥰

you should do that again 🔥

how to soothe a jellyfish sting 🔥

needy 🔥

no control ❤️‍🩹🔥

we can never be friends (Colson x Sophie) 🔥🥰

Colson Baker & Pete Davidson

double trouble 🔥

Pete Davidson

long day 🥰🔥

Blurbs

Rook aka JP Cappelletty

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Series

Wanted 🔥🥰❤️‍🩹 - Colson Baker x Original Female Character x Pete Davidson

Synopsis: Alex has never felt wanted. She's always been the last one chosen, the girl who no guy ever wanted. Until she met Colson and Pete. Now, she must navigate this newfound life where two guys, best friends, want her.

COMPLETE as of 3/31/23 | one | two | three 🔥| four | five 🔥| six | seven | eight 🔥 | nine 🔥 | ten 🔥| eleven 🔥 | twelve 🔥 | thirteen 🔥 | fourteen 🔥 | fifteen 🔥 | sixteen | seventeen 🔥 | eighteen | epilogue

Mine - Colson Baker x Original Female Character

Synopsis: Presley may look sinful on the outside, but deep down, she's innocent, guarded, and terrified of intimacy. Colson, on the other hand, is living up to his womanizer reputation as a way to cope with heartbreak. When his new guitarist invites his twin sister to join them on tour, Colson discovers that he's actually capable of feeling. Will Presley and Colson be able to push past all of the barriers trying to prevent them from happening?

COMPLETE as of 4/30/23 | one 🔥 | two 🔥 | three | four | five | six | seven 🔥 | eight 🔥 | nine 🔥 | ten 🔥 | eleven 🔥 | twelve 🔥❤️‍🩹 | thirteen ❤️‍🩹 | fourteen 🔥 | fifteen

Ours - Colson Baker x Presley (Original Female Character)

Synopsis: Presley and Colson fell in love accidentally, but they were meant to be. Now that all the obstacles have been removed, they're moving in together in LA. Now, they have all the time in the world for Colson to teach Presley all of the things he knows.

COMPLETE as of 7/18/23 | one 🔥 | two 🔥 | three 🔥 | four 🔥 | five ❤️‍🩹 | six ❤️‍🩹🥰 | seven 🥰🔥 | eight 🔥 | nine 🥰🔥 | ten 🥰🔥 | eleven ❤️‍🩹 | twelve ❤️‍🩹 | thirteen ❤️‍🩹 | fourteen ❤️‍🩹 | fifteen 🥰🔥❤️‍🩹 | sixteen ❤️‍🩹 | seventeen ❤️‍🩹 | eighteen 🥰🔥❤️‍🩹 | epilogue 🥰

Kinktober 2022

Day 1: Rough Sex (Colson x Female Reader)

Day 2: Riding (Rook x Female Reader)

Day 3: Masturbation (Colson x Female Reader)

Day 4: Sex Toys (Colson x Female Reader)

Day 5: Shower Sex (Colson x Female Reader)

Day 6: Cockwarming (Colson x Female Reader)

Day 7: Watersports I (Colson x Female Reader)

Day 8: Watersports II (Colson x Female Reader)

Day 9: Fingering (Colson x Female Reader)

Day 10: Edging (Colson x Female Reader)

Day 11: Strap On (Colson x Female Reader)

Day 12: Period Sex (Colson x Female Reader)

[waddlenut]

Masterlist of the masterlist - Colson Baker (MGK)

I HAVE WRITTEN NONE OF THESE FANFICS, CREDITS TO THE WRITERS!

This is a masterlist of my reblogs :)

COLSON BAKER

Fluff -

Why’d you wear that? (You wear Colon’s hoodies because they make you feel safe but he doesn’t know that)

Baby mama (the reader gives birth. TW - birth)

The bathroom tiles (the reader has the worst period of her time and Colon comes to rescue)

Welcome interruption (you interrupt Colson during an interview)

Hurting mommy (in which their son catches them turns into a huge misunderstanding. TW - swearing and implications of smut)

New look (you cut your hair and are nervous to what Colson might think of it)

Angst -

Protected (Colon and the boys save you from your own boyfriend. TW - abusive bf)

Get of my girl (Having a run in with some sleazy guy at a party was always your biggest fear, luckily you had your amazing boyfriend to protect you when it actually happend. TW - swearing, harassment, intoxiication and being taken advantage of, drugging and fighting)

Smut -

Trying something new (Colson teases the reader with a vibrator. TW - swearing, vibrators and smut)

ROOK (JP CAPPELLETTY)

Fluff -

Teach me? (Rook teaches Y/N some drums)

Nice shirt (Rook hyping his girl up)

Support (Y/N teaches Rook that it is okay to cry)

Love on tour (Rook manages to convince the crew to let his girlfriend come on tour, and his friends get to see firts had how happy he is when he’s with her. TW - swearing)

Angst -

Protective (some dudes get inappropriate with you and Rook gets protective. TW - swearing, drinking and harassment)

Smut -

[colsonsticket2hisdownfall]

Best Friends ‘Brother’ - C.B.

summery: y/n’s been best friends with jp cappelletty since they were kids, so it wasn’t that big of a surprise that when he became machine gun kelly’s dummer that she was still always around. but ever since meeting colson, the two just never got along no matter how hard rook tried. but one night when rook is away, things drastically change for the two enemies.

warning: fluff, smut, daddy!kink, tiny bit of degrading

a/n: this originally is from my main blog ( hi sideblog puffins ) and about someone completely different but I thought I’d change it up and make this about colson’s fine ass. hope y’all enjoy 🤪

6:30am. she grumbled when she was disturbed from her rest as her best friend’s alarm went off signaling he needed to get up. she was currently cuddled into his side and clinging onto him when he tried to sit up. “y/n.”

she just grumbled, holding him tighter which caused him to chuckle. “babe, you gotta let me get up.” rook said softly, kissing her forehead sweetly. “noooo.” she whined, nuzzling her face in his neck. the two had always been close, so close people actually thought they were dating but they weren’t - he was just her person and vise versa. another chuckle left his mouth as he managed to pry himself out of her arms. a simple huff left her lips as she sat up, rubbing her eyes before crossing her arms across her chest.

“y/n, you’re acting like a toddler.” rook rolled his eyes, a smile on his face. He loved the fact she loved spending time with him so much - he really appreciated her friendship. “you’ve been so busy lately.. and now you’re leaving me for a whole ass day. c’mon jp, just let me come with!” she huffed again, staring at her best friend with puppy dog eyes. rook simply groaned, he hated when she used the puppy dog eyes on him. they usually worked but not this time, “babe, i can’t. it’s for business, you know if it wasn’t you’d be right next to me. i promise i’ll be back bright and early tomorrow okay?” he said sweetly, walking over and pressing a kiss upon her forehead. the girl simply glared at him playfully before leaning back and letting out a dramatic sigh.

rook chuckled, shaking his head as he walked over to her and hovered over her face. “you’ll be just fine, puffin.” the nickname he’s always called her, rolling off his tongue. he left a small kiss upon her forehead before grabbed his keys off his endtable. “you’re leaving me here… with him.” a growl left her lips, referring to the boy who was still fast asleep down the hall. “y/n, you’ll be fine. it’s not like you’re just with him. slim and baze are gonna be here too, so stop being so over dramatic and it’s just one night. you’ll survive.” The heavily tattooed male stated, gathering everything he needed for his trip. the girl sat up, still pouting as her eyes followed his every move. she hated the fact he was leaving her alone with colson, the two never got along. he was so cocky and thought he was god’s gift to women and she loathed that about him. she honestly had no idea how rook could even stand to be around him longer than ten seconds.

“i’ll be back in the morning, puffin. love you.” rook said, kissing her forehead once again before leaving. y/n just threw her body back on the bed, cuddling with rook’s pillow and completely loathing the fact she was alone with colson, well technically she wasn’t but slim and baze had barely been around the past few weeks so she practically was alone with him. she glanced over at the clock and saw it was only 7:30 so she decided to get some more shut eye. rolling over, she got more comfortable and fell back asleep. the next thing she knew, she heard loud music and groaned when she knew he was awake. glancing at the clock again, she was a little surprised it was only noon and colson was actually awake. getting out of bed, y/n made her way into the living room to see Colson was out swimming while blaring music. She rolled her eyes and headed towards the kitchen as she was starving, a small smile formed upon her lips as she noticed rook made her food before he left.

‘enjoy your food, puffin. please try not to murder kells. love you.

-rookie’

y/n simply laughed at the note as she folded it up and stuck it in her back pocket before placing the plate in the microwave to reheat. she grabbed her phone and went to text rook when she realized he probably wasn’t going to be able to answer her, she let out a groan before setting it down on the counter once the microwaved beeped signally her food was done. pouring herself a glass of orange juice, she walked to the living room and sat indian style on the couch and turned on Netflix. she put on charmed and happily ate her food until colson walked in and stood right in front of the tv. “we don’t eat in the living room, y/n.” the taller male growled. “you might not, but rook and I tend to eat in here when we binge watch Netflix which clearly I’m doing right now so fucking move.” She snarled back, throwing a pillow at him.

“this is my house, y/n. i can stand where ever I please.” Colson shot her a smirk which caused her to groan again, she simply got up and headed into rook’s room to watch Netflix on his laptop. “fucking asshole.” she mumbled under her breath, kicking rook’s door closed with her foot. “god I can’t fucking stand him!” she growled to herself, setting the plate of food and glass of juice down on the dresser before pulling her shirt over her head revealing her bare chest. she’d always loathed wearing a bra to bed, it was always super uncomfortable for her. she stood in front of rook’s closet, completely topless and just in her panties as she gazed at the many shirts to chose from. she always tended to wear one of rook’s shirts when he was away, the smell of him always seemed to calm her. just as she took a white shirt off the hanger, she heard rook’s door swing open. covering her body, she let out a scream and quickly grabbed the throw blanket that was on the end of the bed to cover herself up. “what the fuck! Colson!”

the heavily tattooed older male simply just stood there, his mouth agape as he stared at her. she was practically naked and he honestly couldn’t believe it. “hold up…. you’re telling me you wear barely anything to bed when you sleep next to rookie and he doesn’t do anything?” he asked completely and utterly taken back. y/n rolled her eyes and turned around, dropping the blanket and sliding the shirt over her head. “yes because he’s not a pig… like you.” she growled, turning around and crossing her arms over her chest. colson chuckled, rolling his beautiful sky blue eyes. “oh please… i’m not a pig. stop being so fucking over dramatic.” y/n rolled her eyes again, walking over and shoving his chest so he would leave the room. “go away, colson.” the girl glared. “rook is so stupid. how can he resist your body?” he simply said, shaking his head before turning around and heading towards his room. “and i repeat, because he’s not a pig.” she called out as he was walking down the hall. colson halted his actions at her words, “i’m not…. a fucking pig.” he growled darkly, turning around. “i’m just simply saying that rookie boy has more fucking will power than I would have, you’re fucking sexy and half naked in bed…. i would disappear under the covers and eat you out before we went to sleep every night.” as he spoke, she just stared at him.

“what did you just say?” she asked, her pussy throbbing a little at the thought of colson between her legs. “you heard me, y/n.” a smirk formed upon his lips as he walked closer to her. “stop fucking with my head, baker.” the girl glared, her arms still crossed over her chest. “i’m not fucking with your head…. but i could be fucking you.” he whispered in her ear once he was close, “kells…” she said softly, unfolding her arms and gently pushing him away. “you hate me… remember. is this just some hate fuck fantasy you wanna have or…” she trailed off, looking at him with a cold look in her eye. she’d be lying if she said she didn’t find colson attractive, he was fucking beyond sexy and had a body that made her pussy throb but he’s always hated her since they met almost eight years ago and she wasn’t going to be some hate fuck one night stand just because he was bored since his crew was gone. “you know… for someone who claims to be smart, you’re pretty fucking stupid.” he chuckled darkly, “excuse me?” she growled, crossing her arms again. “i never hated you, baby. was just jealous you always seemed to like rookie more.” the taller male stated which caused y/n to tilt her head to the side. “what are you even talking about? rook’s my best friend of-“ colson cut her off, “i’ve literally been in fucking love with you since we met.”

at his confession, her eyes widened and her mouth fell open. she had no idea he felt this way, “you’re fucking kidding right? you literally have done nothing but torment me and tease me since the day we met..” she shook her head, “yes at first i hated the fact that rook was literally spending every waking minute with you and barely with me or the rest of the guys, but the longer you were around i just realized i hated the fact that you didn’t want anything to do with me. remember when your shitty ex boyfriend cheated on you and he ended up having a black eye and broken nose? rookie lied, i’m the one who beat the fuck out of him. i told rook to say it was him because well… you loathed me.” all these confessions were coming at y/n quick and completely out of no where, she had no idea that colson had any type of romantic feelings towards her. her head was spinning and she felt like she was going to pass out, “wait… so rook knows that you love me?” she arched an eyebrow and the taller male shook his head, “no.. nobody in our group knows.. casie does however. she figured it out.” colson ran his fingers through his hair, “i get it though, i’m a pig and all that other shit you call me. but i’m going out, i’ll be back later.” he said, going to turn around but y/n’s voice stopped him. “kiss me.” he turned around and looked at her, “what?” he asked, not sure if he heard her right. “just fucking kiss me, baker.” within a second, colson crashed his lips against hers and ran his hands down her body. he gave her ass a gentle smack and squeeze before biting her lower lip, begging for entry. once she parted her lips, he went to town on kissing her passionately.

y/n melted into the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him closer to her body. the two made out for what seemed like hours but was only a few minutes, pulling away in need of a breath colson just looked at her. “fuck, i’ve waited so long to kiss you.” he leaned forward and peppered soft kisses against her neck causing the girl to pull her lower lip between her teeth. “yeah? you ever… masturbate thinking about me?” colson was a bit taken back at her words, y/n was never this bold. “all. the. time.” he growled in her ear. y/n smirked before dropping to her knees, “y/n, what are you-“ the older male was cut off by y/n tugging off his sweats along with his boxers and stroking his dick in her hand. “oh fuck.” he groaned.

y/n just smirked up at him before leaning forward and kitty licking his tip. “that feel good, baby?” she purred. colson just nodded, his lower lip between his teeth as he stared down at the girl who’s he’s always been head over heels for. “good.” she smirked before taking him fully in her mouth. colson let out a throaty groan, his head falling back to rest against the wall in the hallway. he couldn’t believe this was actually happening, the girl of his dreams was sucking his dick in the hallway of the house he shared with his best friends. he could already feel himself getting close and he quickly pulled her up and looked at her in the eyes. “why’d you stop me?” she asked, innocently.

“because, i wanna cum inside you baby. let’s go.” he gently grabbed her hand, lacing their fingers and heading into his bedroom. he wasn’t going to fuck her in rook’s bed so he quickly made his way to his room. once they were finally in his room, y/n laid on his bed after he did and just stared at him. colson reached over and brushed a piece of hair behind her ear, “so beautiful.” his lips kissed hers again as his tongue licked her lower lip almost like asking for permission. his hands slid over her sides and under the fabric of her pants.

at his compliment, y/n’s cheeks flushed a small shade of pink. “you flatter me so much.” she whispered before humming against his lips. once he licked her bottom lip, she opened it wide and moaned into the kiss as she felt his hands slide under her pants. colson’s tongue dominated hers for a few moments, pulling back he leaned in kissing her neck and letting his teeth nip at her skin gently. slipping her pants off her body, he grinned before pulling her on top of him. “i want my babygirl on my face.” he groaned looking up at her while his hands squeezed her breasts through her shirt, rubbing his thumb over her nipples.

when he called her his baby girl, y/n felt her heart skip a beat. she didn’t understand why she was feeling the way she was but god she loved it. y/n moaned into the kiss as his tongue dominated hers. when he slipped off her pants, she revealed that she wasn’t wearing any panties. at his words, she giggled before smirking. “as you wish, daddy.” she moaned softly as he rubbed her nipples through her shirt. she slowly made her way up to where she was hovering over the man’s face, biting her bottom lip and moaning as she finally felt his tongue. the second she said daddy, a smirk formed upon colson’s lips. “mm, you know huh baby girl?” he chucked darkly. “everybody knows about your daddy kink, daddy.” she smirked right back, looking at him with lust filled eyes. “you’re so fucking sexy and all mine, you hear me?” he growled before his tongue glided against her pussy slowly, he loved making her flinch as he teased her. his right hand slapped her ass hard then squeezed it. sucking down on her clit, his grip on her got tighter encouraging her to slowly grind against his tongue.

y/n flinched when she felt him tease her, she gripped his headboard and moaned as he smacked her ass hard. “fuck.” she soon started slowly gridding her hips against his tongue as she felt his grip tighter around her, “fuuuck, daddy.” the girl whimpered. as she moaned, her mind couldn’t help but think about the fact he said she was all his. but that thought soon left her mind as colson’s hand smacked her other ass cheek hearing her moan. his thumb slowly found its way to her clit as his tongue slid inside her, colson was determined to make her cum but only when he wanted. he could feel by her legs shaking she was close, he suddenly stopped, “gonna squirt for daddy?” he asked raising an eyebrow. his tongue glided against her, while his eyes locked with hers.

y/n let out another moan as she nodded her head, “y-yes, colson.” she whimpered when he stopped moving. “that’s not my name, slut.” he growled once again, his hand finding it’s way up to her throat. he squeezed slightly, causing her gasp as she wasn’t expecting that. “what’s my name?” colson looked at her with dark, lust full eyes. “d-daddy..” she moaned out. “good girl.” a smirk formed against his lips before he smacked her ass again, “fuck, i love this ass.” he bit his bottom lip before kissing her inner thighs, he went right back at it. licking, sucking, slurping; he was going fucking wild and he knew she was close. her legs were shaking and just as she was about to orgasm, colson pulled away and a growl left the girl’s lips. before she could even object, she was on her back and he was between her legs. she instantly grabbed his hands and laced their fingers as they locked eyes. “fuuuuck, yes daddy. i’m gonna… i’m gonna..” and she ended up squirting all over his tongue, squeezing his fingers. colson let a smile form on his face watching her unfold, “that didn’t take long.” he said grinning, licking her clean. leaning up he moved forward lining himself up with her entrance, leaning down he left a sloppy kiss on her lips as he slid inside her. colson went deep inside of y/n as he thrusted, his one hand held tightly against her hip and the other found its way around her throat his fingers closing around her tightly.

y/n blushed, covering her face. “stop. it’s been awhile since i’ve had any type of sex and fuck this is going to make your ego huge but that was the best head i’ve ever gotten.” she admitted before kissing him back for that moment, when he leaned down and left a sloppy kiss against her lips. as he thrusted deep, y/n let out a pleasurable moan before it was cut off when he wrapped his fingers around her throat. she could barely breathe and she absolutely loved it, she loved the fact she was seeing this side of colson. she knew he was a freak in bed and god was she glad she was finally able to experience it. colson’s thrusts got faster and harder as he went down on her. “fuck baby..” he moaned looking down at her, his fingers putting a bit more pressure against her throat. “so fucking wet for daddy.” he said feeling his cock getting more wet. y/n was trying to moan, but she couldn’t so all she could do was reach her hands up to claw at his back. the girl was beyond soaked and the sound of their skin slapping together was causing her to become even more wet. releasing his grip colson slid out of her before flipping to her stomach, pulling her up by her hair he rammed inside of her. slapping y/n’s ass he smiled as he watched the handprint form. “you daddy’s little slut?” he growled in her ear as he gripped her throat again using his arm to hold them up as he fucked her.

y/n let out a breath once he released his grip from her throat. she whimpered when he pulled out but let a giggle escape her lips when he flipped her over so she was on her stomach. once he slammed into her, y/n let out a pleasurable moan. as he smacked her ass, she hissed as it stung but god she loved it. “yes daddy. i’m your little slut.” the girl moaned out as she gripped the sheets of his bed as he fucked her. each time colson rammed into her he watched her ass shake and it made him grin. he loved every inch of her but her ass was his weakness. gripping her shoulder, he pulled her back against him as he went forward. “good girl, i guess i need to fuck you harder since you’re not loud enough for me.” he groaned as he gripped her hips with his hands and moved faster inside of her. as he slammed into her, y/n squealed out moans as he went quicker and harder. “fuck, daddy! don’t stop!” she screamed out, his headboard hitting the wall since he was fucking her so hard. colson let out a few low groans, hearing her words he did just that, he didn’t stop. he had a goal to make her cum a few times before he did, seeing her turned on was what got him off. “i want you to ride the fuck out of me babygirl.” he whispered in her ear before sliding out to lay on his back, pulling her over him he lined her up then pushed her down onto him, “fuuuck, such a tight pussy baby.”

y/n was a moaning mess at this point, she was beyond soaked and loved the feeling of his dick slamming into her. when he stopped before she could cum, she growled before he spoke. “yes, daddy.” she simply said, resting her freshly manicured nails on his chest as he pushed her down on his cock. “such a big dick, daddy.” she whimpered, leaning her head back as she started bouncing on him quickly. colson pinched her nipples between his fingers watching her movements. “mmm, yes baby, just like that.” he groaned not taking his eyes off her. his lower lip fell between his teeth as he bucked his hips a few times as she came down on him. y/n moaned as he pinched her nipples, she gritted her teeth as she turned her attention to him. “fuck, daddy. I love the feeling of your cock deep inside my pussy.” she moaned, digging her nails into his chest. “fuuuck, i’m gonna cum.” she leaned her head back, pulling her lower lip between her teeth. colson watched her cum as he smiled, “don’t stop baby.” he demanded as he gripped her hips to hold her down. his hand free hand reached up and gripped her throat tight as he felt himself reaching the edge. he felt himself finish inside her and his head fell back against the pillows. y/n moaned loudly as she came, her nails dug deeper into his chest as he held her hips down. the girl kept bouncing at his words, she leaned down and captured his lips in a kiss. “fuck daddy, you gonna cum hmm? you gonna cum for your slut?” she purred seductively as she kept her pace fast. once he filled her up, she let out a soft moan before getting off him and pressing a kiss to his lips. “that was-“ she started before colson finished her sentence. “fucking perfect.” he let out a breathless chuckle.

“i can’t believe you’ve been in love with me all these years.” y/n spoke quietly, rolling on her side as she traced circles on his bare chest. “i couldn’t help but fall in love with you, baby girl. you’re so fucking perfect.” the older male leaned forward and captured her lips in a passionate kiss before resting his forehead against hers. “what now?” she whispered. “that is entirely up to you. you know my feelings, y/n. what are yours?” he asked, wrapping his arms around her and gently caressing her back with his fingertips. so many emotions were running through her mind. she’d be lying if she said she didn’t have any feelings for colson, there was always something there but she just never wanted to admit it in case he didn’t feel the same way and not to mention she had no idea how rook feel. “rook, colson. what is he gonna think?” y/n bit her bottom lip. as if on que, they heard the front door open and a very loud rook coming down the hall. “what the-“ y/n was cut off as she sat straight up in her covering her chest with the sheet as colson got up.

“y/n?! colson?! we need to-“ rook got cut off as he walked into his colson’s room and shook his head. “rookie, what are you doing here?” she asked, biting her bottom lip as she stared at her best friend. “well, my dumb ass forgot to grab my wallet so i went back to the car to grab my phone to call colson and i saw i had a voicemail from him and well…. i heard everything.” y/n’s face went completely sheet white, as if she saw a ghost. “w-what?!” she asked, completely horrified her best friend heard her fucking the guy he considered to be his brother. “my ears will never stop bleeding. your daddy kink is alive and thriving.” rook turned to look at his older ‘brother’ who just had a smirk on his face. “don’t act like you ain’t got one too, rookie.” colson laughed before crawling back in bed with y/n. “honestly? i love this. my puffin and my annoying ass best friend are dating and getting along. thank god.” rook chuckled, “we aren’t-“ colson started, but y/n caught him off. “i love it too, rookie.” she smiled brightly which caused a wide smile to form upon colson’s lips. “god, i love you.” the older male sighed before pressing his lips against hers in a soft kiss. with that, rook took that as his que to leave. who knew him leaving to go run some errands would cause his two favorite people to become a item but he wasn’t mad.

“so.. does this mean you’re gonna eat me out now every night?” y/n smirked before giggling.

“now that you’re my girl? absolutely.” colson chuckled before smirking right back. “you ready for round two, baby?”

“absolutely, daddy.”

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Hour On The Bus

anon: If you did a fic about rook and girlfriend reader just being chaotic/domestic together on tour or even in the house with all the boys during quarantine .. I would love you forever (I already do but still) 

wc: 400

a/n: first rook fic!! thankyou for sending this in love, i hope you like it! love you forever ;) warning implied smut

Colson walked up to Rook’s bunk on the tour bus where he knew you both were. Everyone else was waiting for him in the front of the bus, but he had to make a pit stop first. He knocked twice on the wood next to the bunk and heard a groan in response.

There was a ‘no sex on the bus’ rule in place simply because the bus rocking at ungodly hours got annoying really quickly. But Rook was the only one on the bus in an actual relationship. And you weren’t staying on the bus for the full tour, you only came for a couple days at a time whenever you got days off work. And those days didn’t always coincide with hotel nights. 

You two definitely snuck around a bit, and everyone knew and you guys knew that everyone knew. It was a sticky situation all around. It was clear that you both needed alone time, so Colson made a plan to help his brother out.

“Listen, Rook.” He cleared his throat. “We’re heading out for some breakfast. You have the bus to yourself, no driver, for an hour. An hour, you hear me! Use your time wisely.”

Nothing came from the bunk at first, radio silence. Then suddenly you popped out of the bunk and grabbed Colson by the neck. You pulled him into a weird hug with only your torso sticking out of the bunk and your arms around his neck keeping you from falling off. He was going to put his arms around you but he made eye contact with Rook in the bunk and decided against it. 

“Oh my god, Kells! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” You squealed. You pulled back, stabilizing yourself on his shoulders. “I could literally kiss you right now.”

“I uh-” Colson stuttered, seeing Rook still staring daggers at him. “I think that’s what you got him for.”

You laughed and ducked back into the bunk, pulling the curtain along with you. Colson could hear you two giggling in there but he didn’t want to hear anything else. As he walked away, he tossed a passing remark behind him, not thinking much of it.

“Don’t fuck on the table! We eat on that shit!”

“Aw fuck! I really wanted to bend you over that fucking table.”

“I heard that, you dirty fucker! I’m bringing a blacklight with me on the way back!”

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Nice Shirt

anon: But one about rook hyping his girl up would hit different oml, like she’s trying to take an insta photo or something

wc: 500+

You smoothed the shirt over your chest and smiled. He was gonna freak. Sneaking around Rook was harder than anticipated, he was very perceptive. 

Knowing that if you told him you wanted the shirt he would just get it for you, you ordered it online and waited. The day it arrived, you thanked whoever was watching that he wasn’t the one who answered the door.

He was on the phone with someone in the bedroom, so he didn’t notice you heading into the bathroom with a package. You tried to contain your giddy smile and walked out of the bathroom and towards the large mirror you had set up next to the door.

You took out your phone and posed, trying to get a flattering picture for your Instagram story.

“Yeah, that’s what I was saying! We can make the set a bit longer and add- Oh shit.” Rook stopped once his eyes landed on you and you smiled. Got him. “Hey, I uh- I gotta go. I’ll call you back, alright?” Rook hung up before whoever was on the line could respond. “Wow. You really- damn. Whatcha got there, pretty girl?”

“Some new merch, it came in today. You like it?” You turned and faced him. “It’s this drummer guy, I don’t know if you know him. Hope you’re not jealous, but I totally have a thing for him.”

“I don’t mind, he’s gotta be a great drummer if you’re a fan.” He shrugged as he pulled you closer to him by your waist, playing along with you. 

“He’s amazing, I gotta show you some videos sometime. He does this thing where he features girls wearing his shirt on his story. I really hope he puts my picture.” You smiled at him.

“He’d be an idiot not to.” Rook chuckled. “You look really fucking hot with my name on you, pretty girl.”

You pouted and furrowed your eyebrows. “I thought I looked hot all the time?” 

Rook rolled his eyes at your teasing and leaned in to place his forehead against yours. “Shut up, you know what I mean.” 

Before you could reply, Rook placed his lips on yours. You moaned and leaned into him. No matter how many times you kissed him, it never felt like it was enough. You always needed more, and he was never one to refuse a pretty girl.

The door creaked open behind you but you gave it no mind.

“Guys.” Colson spoke, but you both ignored him. “Guys, come on.” He groaned, yet you both refused to acknowledge his presence. “Can you stop sucking face for five seconds!”

You groaned and pulled away from Rook, rolling your eyes. “What! What do you want, Colson?”

“Rook, we need you downstairs in ten. Travis is coming.” Colson said. 

“You couldn’t have texted him that?”

“I could’ve, but I like annoying you.” Colson laughed, sticking his tongue out at you. You flipped him off and he cackled and left. But he popped back in not a second later and pointed at you. “Nice shirt by the way.”

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From Bathroom Mirrors

masterlist

pairing: jp cappelletty x reader

warnings: swearing, brief sexual references (female receiving oral), cringey fluff because i can’t write

description: you and rook do the quarantine date trend for your first anniversary

word count: 2,314

a/n: this takes place somewhere in 2020 during quarantine and it’s vaguely warm outside. this is before rook’s accident.

photo credits: @Ashleighlaceup on pinterest

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“Are you ready, yet, babe?”

You laugh from the bathroom, not even bothering to look over at your boyfriend, who can see full well that you’re not. “I’m getting there, babe. Just let me finish this quick.”

You’re so focused on your eyeliner that you don’t notice when Rook sneaks into the bathroom. You startle for a second when you feel his arms go around your waist. He’s looking entirely too pleased with himself as you glare playfully, trying not to smile.

“Gotcha.”

“If I had gotten this all over my face, I may have actually had to kill you.”

“I never expect anything less,” he teases, dropping a kiss onto your shoulder.

He gives you another quick squeeze before hopping up onto a vacant portion of the counter, leaning back on the mirror to watch you. You occasionally throw him a glance as you finish your makeup until you can’t take it anymore. “What?”

“What?”

“Why are you staring at me like that?”

“I can’t look at my gorgeous girlfriend because I feel like it?” He plays defensive, smiling playfully.

“Not when she needs to focus.” You retort sassily, going back to applying your lipstick.

“So focus.” He chides, snickering at the glare you throw him. “It’s not my fault you apparently have the attention span of a puppy on crack.”

You bust out laughing at the analogy, taking a minute to calm down before asking, “A puppy on crack?”

“Heeyyyyy, don’t tease me,” he pours, nudging you away with his foot. “Did it not get my point across?”

“I really wonder what goes on in your brain sometimes.”

“You love me, so the better question is what’s going on in your brain.” He leans forward, silently daring you to make a witty comeback.

“It’s a regrettable decision, really,” you tease, scrunching your nose at him.

He pouts at you, whining and kicking his feet childishly as you finish up your lipstick and set your face. You giggle when you turn back to his pressing two quick pecks to his lips before ruffling his hair.

“You’re so mean to me.”

“Poor little bunny.” You press another kiss to his nose before pulling him off the counter. “Come on, I’m ready now.”

He keeps hold of your hands as you try to walk away, easily pulling him back into you for a real kiss. “Maybe I’m not ready.” He winds his arms around your waist.

“You’ve been whining about how hungry you are for twenty minutes, and now you don’t want to leave?”

“Maybe I’m looking to eat something else,” he mumbles, pressing more kisses to your lips.

“Real classy, babe,”  you chuckle, shaking your head. “Why don’t you wine and dine me first, and we’ll see where the night takes us?”

He groans, throwing his head back and tightening his hold on you. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

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“Alright, head or tails, babe?” you ask him. He glances over at you before looking back to the road as he heads into the city.

“Heads.”

You grin excitedly, before flipping the coin. You go to catch it in midair, but accidentally hit it, and it falls to the ground. Rook laughs at your mishap, and you flip him off as you bend down to grab it.

“Play it.”

“I will if I can find the damn thing,” you mutter, wriggling out of the top half of your seat belt so you can look under the dashboard. “It’s heads,” you announce, grabbing the coin and sitting back up.

“Haha, I get first pick!” he yells triumphantly.

You roll your eyes playfully at his bragging, endeared by his excitement. “Then where are we going, babe?”

He brings you to a drive-through boba place, where he gets a pomegranate blueberry boba and you get a peach mango one. He finds somewhere to park immediately after. He searches around for the coin until you take it out of the cupholder

Another toss (that Rook actually caught, and was quick to tease you about) declares that he also gets to pick the appetizers, so you head further into the city to a bar he and the boys love.

The two of you decide to split some wings and mozzarella sticks. Once you have your orders, you make your way back to the car for round 3.

Finally, you win, and after a small victory dance, you choose your favorite italian restaurant. You get your favorite, and Rook orders a tortellini dish that looks absolutely amazing.

The final flip decides the Rook also gets to pick the dessert, so you head over to a specialty bakery place that you recognize from one of your first dates. You remember everything looking so good and thinking about how you would need to go more often, but somehow, you had completely forgotten about it since that first time, almost a year ago.

Leaning over, you press a soft kiss to his cheek once he’s parked. He looks at you questioningly before returning the favor, then kissing from your shoulder all the way down to the hand he’s holding. “What was for, lovely?”

“You remembered how much I loved this place, even though I didn’t. It’s sweet.”

“Of course, I remembered.” He presses another kiss to your interlaced fingers. “This was the date where I realized I was falling hard and fast. I thought it might have been too fast, but it wasn’t. I couldn’t believe I got that first date, now a whole year? This is the first real relationship I’ve had since high school. I haven’t had a fucking clue what I am doing this entire time, and somehow I haven’t fucked up, yet.”

“No yets. You’ve been nothing but honest with me for the past year, and that’s why this has worked. It wasn’t luck; it was communication.” This time, you press your lips to his hand, letting them trail down his wrist. “Never stop talking to me, JP, and you’ll never get rid of me.”

He smiles, looking at you with eyes full of adoration. He takes more reassurance than he realized he had needed from your words. He leans in for a sweet, lingering kiss that says everything he wants to without a single word.

When you finally break apart, you give him a teasing, mischievous smile. “Besides, you know too much, now. If we broke up, I’d have to kill you.”

“And…. mood’s gone.” He sits back up in his seat, letting his head fall back against the headrest.

“We both know that I can’t let things stay sappy for long. Now, let’s go get dessert so we can actually eat before all the food’s cold.”

You guys head out of the city to a park. You sit on the equipment to eat, the children long gone by this hour, reminiscing about your last year together.

“Wait, do you remember the time everyone thought we were fucking because I banged my head on the roof of your bunk so many times in one night?”

He laughs at the memory, trying not to choke on his food. “That was hilarious. ‘Yo, stop fucking,’” he mocked Slim’s voice. “‘We’re not, Y/N just keeps forgetting that she can’t sit up in the bunks.’”

“We haven’t all been sleeping in them for the better part of our adult lives, Rookie.”

“It doesn’t beat the time your neighbor called the cops because we were so loud.”

You cringe at the memory, pulling a face that makes Rook laugh even harder. “At least we know that she would care if I was dying.”

He pulls you into a quick kiss, ruffling your hair a bit. “I’m sure it wasn’t the first time that’s happened, babe. Don’t stress about it too much.”

“Easy for you to say, you weren’t the one still naked when the cops came in.”

The conversation continues easily, both of you sharing old memories of each other as you eat until Rook starts whining about how you got together in the first place.

“I had a plan! I was so nervous, and I thought so much about how I was going to ask you out, and I blurt out that I want to kiss you while I’m drunk off my ass.”

“You look like you’re having fun.”

Rook had come up to you late into the night, clearly cross-faded, and looked ready to crash for the night.

“Y/N!” He has a giddy smile on his face as he stumbles closer, arms outstretched.

“Hey, Rookie.” He is clearly tired, but you know he’ll never willingly admit it before the rest of the guys start turning in. “Wanna sit with me?”

He nodded excitedly, plopping next to you and nuzzling his head into your shoulder.

You chuckle at his antics, reaching up to comb your fingers through his hair. He rarely sought out this kind of contact sober, but you could always tell when he wanted someone close.

He groaned in appreciation at your actions. He laid there for a while, whining when you stopped.

“You’re about to pass out, Rook. Let’s get you back to the hotel.”

“Nooo,” he whined. “I don’t need to leave, just need to spend some time with you.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, even though you knew that he probably didn’t even know what he was saying. “You’re tired. So am I. Let’s just head back.” You scratch the back of his head again to settle him, and he doesn’t complain.

“Only because you’re tired.”

“Of course, babe.” You falter for a minute at your own use of the pet name, but move on when Rook doesn’t even react.

You pull him up when you get an alert that your Uber arrived, sending a quick text to the boys that the two of you were leaving.

You help him back to his room, sitting him on the edge of the bed while you look for a pair of sweats for him to change into. He whines for you to come back and sit with him, pouting when you ignore him.

You eventually came back to the bed to help him get changed and in bed, but he pulled you down, sitting you on the bed next to him. You were about to protest when he says, “Would it be totally weird if I said I wanted to kiss you right now?”

Your head begged you to say no, to let him kiss you like you had imagined so many times, but you restrained yourself. “You’re really drunk, Rook.”

“Doesn’t mean I don’t want this.”

“But it does mean that you can’t say yes to this right now. We can talk about this if sober you still wants that in the morning.”

“I’ll definitely still want this, but I’ll ask in the morning if you want.”

“Get changed and in bed, Rookie. We’ve got a lot going on tomorrow.”

You left once he was asleep, on his side, and left a water bottle and some aspirin next to him.

The bus ride the next morning was quiet. All the boys elected to sleep off their hangovers before the next show, so you were left to your own devices for a few hours.

Neither you nor Rook had a free moment to talk to each other because everyone was bustling during soundcheck. After a stressful afternoon filled with barely made deadlines, Rook approached you in the green room.

“Can we talk somewhere?”

You blushed, nodding quickly. You stood, following him through the chaos of backstage until you found an empty storage room.

“I just wanted to say that I’m sorry about last night. What happened in my room is kind of hazy, but I got the vibe that you were sort of uncomfortable with what I said.”

“It wasn’t— I mean, I wasn’t uncomfortable because you said you wanted to kiss me. I just didn’t know how to explain to drunk you that we couldn’t do that without talking about it.”

Rook looked shocked by your words, incredulous that you implied that you liked him the way he liked you. “Can we talk about it?”

“Yeah, definitely.” You paused, trying to structure how you wanted to say your piece. “Is this something you genuinely want to try?”

Rook’s face held a look of what was almost offense, as if he heard the doubt in your voice. “I meant what I said last night, if that’s what you're asking.”

“No, it’s just—,” you paused, trying not to act defensive or accusatory. “When was the last time either of us had an actual relationship Rook? Six years? Seven? Ever? We work together, and if this is just going to be a fling that’s probably going to end with hurt feelings, I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“You’re right; I haven’t had a relationship since high school. I don’t usually do them because it makes things complicated, but this is something I actually want to try— as more than a fling or a benefits thing or whatever. I think this—we—could work.”

You smiled despite yourself, failing to hold back your giddiness. “I kind of want to try that, too.”

“You had a plan?” you ask. Your inquisitive smile grows as Rook flushes, looking away. “Tell me!”

“No.”

“Please?” you pout playfully. He doesn’t budge, so you continue to plead. “I wanna know! I won’t even tease you, babe.”

He scratches the back of his head, embarrassed, but gives in. “Honestly, it wasn’t much of a plan, but I practiced asking you out in the mirror.”

He finally looks over to see you trying not to laugh. “Just go ahead and tease me, I deserve it.”

“No, no. It’s cheesy, but it’s also really sweet,” you reassure him. “Did you really like me that much?”

“I still like you that much and more.”

“Sap.”

“You love it.”

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Colson

ONESHOTS

At Your Back and By Your Side

reader insert, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, 3.9k

you show up on colson’s doorstep in the middle of the night. he takes care of you and helps you start to process what has happened to you.

warnings: anxiety and panic attacks, mentions of a violent sexual assault

BLURBS

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Rook

ONESHOTS

From Bathroom Mirrors

reader insert, fluff, 2.3k

you and rook do the quarantine date trend for your first anniversary

warnings: swearing, brief sexual references (female receiving oral), cringey fluff because i can’t write

Duty Calls

reader insert, fluff, 1.1k

rook and your daughter make pancakes

warnings: none

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Don’t You Dare Hurt Him - Rook x Mod Sun

Characters: JP “Rook” Cappelletty X Derek “Mod Sun” Smith

Word Count: 1004

Warnings: swearing

Smut\fluff: not really either

Song: Dancing With The Devil...The Art Of Starting Over - Demi Lovato (Album)

Rook rolled his eyes, biting his lip when Colson took to prodding him for a story as to who gave him (rook) the hickeys that scattered his chest and neck. “You don’t want the answer, Kells” He spoke bluntly, pouring himself a coffee and taking his usual spot on the couch, he’d hoped Colson would drop it and get distracted by something, anything else. “It won’t be a story you’d like to hear.”

“Awee, C’mon Rookie!” Colson was determined to get the story out of his friend and drummer. “You got to give me something man, you’re fuckin’ covered in ‘em.” He looked at Rook, setting his phone aside.

“Listen, you won’t like the answer because you’re close to them.” Rook avoided using pronouns, unsure how Colson would react to hearing that Rook had been hooking up with Mod, who happened to basically be Colson’s brother.

“And?” He shrugged, he was used to his friends dating his ex’s and close friends. “It can’t be that bad, I don’t care if it was one of my ex’s, man, you know that” Colson was oblivious to the fact that Rook wasn’t talking about a girl.”Don’t hold out on me”

Looking up when he heard Derek walk out from the back, Rook hesitated, momentarily forgetting how to breathe. “Well ...you definitely haven’t dated them, and I know that for sure.” His eyes followed Derek and he blushed when the singer winked at him.

Figuring he wasn’t going to get an answer, Colson answered a text from Cassie and ran a hand through his messy hair.

◯◯◯later that morning

Looking at Rook; Derek raised an eyebrow, leaning against the edge of the bunks. “Deflected that well didn’t you?” He’d heard most of Rook avoiding giving Kells a straight answer. “He’s going to figure it out eventually.” Derek ran a hand through his hair and crossed his arms when Rook finally looked at him.

“Not as well as i’d hoped.” Rook sighed, finding the hoodie he was looking for. “Him thinking I slept with one of his ex’s is better than him knowing the truth right now.” He looked at Derek with a half defeated look in his eyes. “I can’t just tell him that I’m fucking around with basically his brother.” Rook was quiet when he said it, all the unknowns coming up to mind.

“And the truth is...what?” Derek was aware Colson could possibly react negatively but Derek was falling for Rook. “Or you could tell him instead of him finding out on his own and being annoyed that we’re lying to him.” He said bluntly, his focus was solely on Rook.

Letting go of a frustrated sigh; Rook bit back a growl. “The truth is that I fucking love you and love fucking you” He looked back at Derek again as he said it. The ball wasn’t in his court anymore. “He’s going to find out whether we tell him or not”

His attention settled on Rook when he heard the words fall from the drummers lips. “Say it again” Derek wanted to hear the man say it a second time.

“I fuckin’ said I love you Derek” Rook said it again, without faltering and fought against the urge to hide. “I love you and I fucking meant it” He sucked in a breath and let it go before he spoke. “Fuck it” Rook bit the bullet and looked at Derek. “If I asked you to be my boyfriend, what would you say?”

“Is this you asking?” He stood up straight, suddenly aware of the vibe in the room. Derek already had the answer on his tongue.

“Sort of” Making himself relax, Rook stilled himself. “It stopped being just about the sex a while ago” He spoke truthfully. “I fell in love with you somewhere between England and Italy” It sounded cheesy, but it was his truth. “So?”

Derek nodded, suppressing a laugh and smiling. “There’s at least four times you could have fallen in love then” He spoke, his words soft when he said it. “I figured it out a while ago that it was starting to be more to you.”

◯◯◯couple days later - concert venue

He was about to turn around and not tell Colson when the rapper caught sight of him. “Fuck” Rook groaned, being pulled into a sidehug by the taller man. “I need to talk to you Kells.” His nerves were thrumming and his chest felt tight.

Hearing Rook tell him he needed to talk to him, Colson let go of his friend and shut the door behind them. “You alright? You sound like you’re not” He went over to the couch and fell onto it. “Talk to me then”

Rook sat on the coffee table, finding himself interested in the tattoo’s that covered his arms. “The person you tried to figure out the other day...when I was covered in hickeys..” He hesitated, pressing a hand to his leg as it started to shake from nerves. “It’s Mod, we’ve been hooking up for most of the tour now” Rook bit his lip and shut his eyes after the words were out in the air.

Colson looked up at his drummer when he heard Mod’s stage name slip past the man’s lips. “You love him?” He asked, instantly jumping to a mind state where he was ready to protect Derek if needed.

“Fuck yes” Rook looked to his friend as his breath shook. “God, he’s the first and last thing I think about now” Colson’s expression was unreadable and Rook wasn’t sure what was running through the rappers thoughts. “I love him, Colson, more than myself at times.”

“Don’t hurt him, he’s been hurt enough” Colson cared about Rook but wouldn’t hesitate to knock him if Derek got his heart broken by the drummer. “He falls hard and he loves even harder.” He looked back to Rook and sat up, setting his hands on his friends knees. “He’s my rock and my safe place so don’t fuck it up.”