#rookxx imagine

[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

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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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[rouletterook]

Jealousy

Summary - Rook and the reader are going through a rough patch causing the reader to turn to Slim and Colson for help.

“Why are you being short with me?” you interrogated. Rook continued what he was doing which was rearranging the mess on the dresser in an attempt to look busy and unbothered. You could tell it was just an act. He never bothered with the dresser decorations unless he lost something which he would be announcing just in case you knew where it had gone. 

“I’m not.”

“You are. If you weren't, you’d be actually talking to me instead of awkwardly moving around the bedroom.” You were sitting on the foot of the bed helplessly watching him roam around the room pretending to search for something. 

“I’m talking to you right now. Am I not?” he sassed.

“Alright, you know what? When you find whatever you are looking for or lose the attitude, come and find me,” you huffed. You got up from the bed and began padding down the hall leaving him to his own devices. 

He had been like this for the past few days and it was beginning to bother you more and more each day. It started when he came home from hanging out at the studio. Everyone else seemed to be fine, no signs of any distress, just exhaustion, but that was nothing new to this group. You noticed it when he gave you a peck on the cheek and went straight to bed after walking in the door, something about it wasn't your boyfriend. Thinking it was because he couldn't figure something out at the studio or he was just extremely tired was to blame, you brushed it off. Over the next two days, conversations got shorter, interactions a bit more limited, almost to the point where you two were tolerating each other as roommates rather than a couple. 

“What's up?” You were greeted by Colson and Slim in the kitchen. 

“What happened at the studio the other day?” You skipped no beat. If anyone were to know why your boyfriend was acting up, it was them.

“I made some music,” Colson said, not catching your drift in the slightest. His eyes glanced between you and Slim in hopes he caught it. 

“Give us some meat to work with,” Slim said slightly laughing. Your demeanor screamed agitation while Colson’s screamed lost puppy. 

You gave way into what was buzzing about in your brain. The only reaction they had was to sigh. By that alone, they knew something or at least had experienced what you were talking about.

“He has no choice but to be short,” Colsons said, earning him glares of confusion. “He’s not tall.”

“Rook was like that the entire studio session,” Slim said, shaking his head, ignoring the ridiculous comment by the blonde.. 

“Baze said it may be because of the other day when we hung out. That when he noticed it,” Colson said, scooping a heaping spoonful of cereal in his mouth.

“You don't think…”

“Aw, he’s jealous,” Slim whispered and laughed like a teenage girl gossiping to her friends.

“Why? For what?” you pondered. “We were literally playing board games and hanging out.”

“He’s mad we were having fun,” Colson laughed. 

The guys were going out to grab a few things from the store but you decided that dealing with all of them was not in the cards so you stayed back. Colson decided to stay back with you since he was starting to get a headache, knowing that a group shopping trip was not going to help him much. While they were gone, you gave Colson some aspirin to calm his headache and began to play easy going card games with him. You both were having a lot of fun hanging out on the living room floor, posting videos to Instagram and attacking each other on Twitter. 

“Doesn't add up,” you said, recalling all the events over the past few days.

“It’s really dumb if you think about it,” Slim agreed. “You guys are so similar it's ridiculous. If I didn't know you guys like that, I’d think you were siblings before anything else.”

“She’s like an Ash to me but more annoying,” Colson chimed in. You didn't say anything, you were too busy debating if he was actually jealous. “Y/N… accept the compliment,” he whispered, chasing his last piece of cereal in the milk.

“I’m glad you think I'm annoying,” you chirped.

“This is why I don't compliment you because you do things like this,” he laughed causing you to roll your eyes.

“I'm going to bother him and see what's up,” you announced. You'd rather hit the worst possibility first than the last so the situation doesn't escalate but rather cool down. At least, that’s what you hoped.

You pushed the bedroom door open to see him lounging on his side of the bed on his phone. The room was bright since he didn't bother to close the curtains. The room felt warm for a change. He looked over at the door, saw it was you, and went back to his phone. You could tell he wanted to greet you how he normally would but something was holding him back from doing such a thing. You slid yourself next to him and rolled to watch him scroll through his socials. He was bound to break with you watching his every move.

“What's up?” he asked, throwing his phone at his nightstand. It landed with a loud clunk and shook the water bottles that were piling up. 

“Why don't you tell me?” you whispered rubbing his forearm. Your fingers instinctively traced the tattoos and random little markings he had. He didn't say anything but he also didn't shy away from you like he would have done yesterday or the day before.

“I love you,” he mumbled sheepishly. You let out a small giggle and squeezed his arm.

“I love you too baby but that’s not going to make me forget about you being a butt. What's going on?” you poked his side. He finally let out a little laugh and smile, something you missed brightening your day. 

“I don't know,” he admitted with a loud sigh. His hands went to his hair, pushing it back and out of his face for it to only fall back in its rightful place.

“Are you jealous?” you asked, trying to conceal a smile. By that little reaction after days of nothing, your suspicion was confirmed. 

“What? What are you talking about?” His words were slow and slightly out of his normal tone like he was trying to play it off as if you were being absurd. 

“You are! Aw, you're jealous,” you cooed at him. His cheeks turned from his regular color to light pink. He began staring out the window to hide his face but you already knew his features were giving everything away. Your hand reached out to pull him to look at you but he tried to move his head from your reach and swatted away your fingers. 

“Leave me alone,” he laughed as you got up from your spot to wrestle him to a position where he had no choice but to face you. You settled on straddling him since no matter which way he turned you got to see his face. 

“Why?”

“Why what?” he shot back as if he had absolutely no clue what you wanted to hear or what the conversation topic even was.

“You know, don't play stupid.” You saw his features soften and a shy smile appear on his face. He knew he couldn't get out of this or postpone the conversation. You were onto him.

“I don't know,” he admitted. His fingers locked with yours while his other hand rested on your leg rubbing small patterns on your skin. 

“It’s literally Kells, a literal piece of celery,” you joked.

“I don't know there was something about it,” he shook his head. He was realizing how silly he was acting as it was all being said aloud.

“Do we need to start having game nights like when we first got together?” you asked with a small smile. He gave a small nod and smile. That’s exactly what it was. When you and him were still early in your relationship, you would spend a few days a week playing board games and various card games just to spend time with each other. The habit died out as time went on and schedules got busier.

“I love you,” he said with more confidence in his voice than before.

“I love you too,” you reciprocated and gave him a small pick on the lips. “You're so cute.”

“I'm cute?” he scoffed. He retracted his hands and crossed his arms in protest.

“Oh my bad. You're so hot.” You even threw in a playful unrealistic moan to really seal the deal. 

“Don't do that,” he said through laughs, “They are gonna think we are doing something up here.”

“Hey, promise me you're not gonna be jealous over stuff like this and if there’s a problem you are going to talk to me, like a big boy,” you requested, shoving your pinky at him.

“I promise,” he replied and over squeezed our pinky finger.

“Ow,” you squealed, jerking your hand from him. You rolled off of him and settled next to him just shaking your head at him. He stood up from the bed and went to plug his phone in not even acknowledging you. “Meanie.”

“I'm gonna tell Kells you called him celery.” 

[groovyzombiellama]

Imagine: Getting engaged with Colson and the fans seeing the ring in your social media posts and speculating about it until you and Colson both confirm it’s true, and Cassie helped pick out the ring :)

Hey anon, I know it’s been so long, but I truly hope you like it if you see it :) <3 I had a lot of fun making it, social media edits are my absolute favorite to make <3

That’s it for tonight ladies and gents, I’m clocking out, expect more posts tomorrow <3

[actinglikethat]

Imagine: Facetiming Rook and he says he loves you before hanging up.

[sinofwriting]

Years - JP Cappelletty

Words: 179

Prompt: 20. “I heard that.”

“I heard that.” are the words on the inside of her right wrist. She can only imagine that meeting her soulmate doesn’t seem to go well, if the words mean anything. The words made her speak loud and clear or just be quiet.  

Everyone learned at ten that the average age you met your soulmate was twenty and it was rare to not met your soulmate before you were thirty-five. At twenty-one years old, she’s happy that she still hasn’t met her soulmate. At twenty-three, she’s desperate. Another year goes by before she meets her soulmate. 

“Fuck me.” Y/N breathes, seeing the man in front of the counter, on his phone, instead being ready to order. He was breathtaking even though she couldn’t see his whole face. 

He laughs, tucking his phone in his pocket. “I heard that.” There’s a smirk on his face. 

Words fail her for a second, before she clears her throat. “I’m sorry that those are on you.” 

He shrugs, “Made for some good first words.” He extends his hand, “I’m Rook.” 

“Y/N.”

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[daddyavesxx]

Closer.

Pairings : Rook x Reader.

Warnings : Smut, Spanking, Rough Sex .. Etc. Need I really say more.

18+ ONLY.

Likes and Reblogs are much appreciated, kthnx :)

A/N : This is dedicated to the bestie boo ( insert devil emoji here lol )

The house was quiet as I stepped in. I know that Kells was out on a date with my bestfriend, Baze & Slim were out at a party and Rook was home waiting for me as I got out of work.

And I knew I was going to be in trouble as I was sending Rook naughty text messages every time I snuck off to the bathroom. But I couldn't help it. I had a hot man waiting for me at home. Just the thought of being alone with him made my panties soaked the entire time I was home. I was a throbbing soaked mess and I could practically feel Rooks thick cock inside of me.

I would tease him and prop my phone up onto the toiler paper holder to take pics of me holding handfuls of my tits. And each photo would get riskier to the point where I had sent him a video of my hands between my legs underneath my dress, pleasuring myself and whimpering to the thoughts of what were to come when I got to the EST Compound.

                 Daddy Rookie

( You're in fucking trouble. I didn't give you any permission to touch MY pussy. Hurry the fuck to the house so I could teach you a fucking lesson. I hope you didn’t make yourself cum, because if you did, it might be a while until I let you cum later. )

I lightly gasped when I read his text message and felt myself gush wetness into my panties. It was starting to get uncomfortable and I needed to rush and get home.

                                                                                                                  ********

 I walked into the house and the familiar sounds of my best friends Sex playlist that she let Rook listen to was playing throughout the house.

The sounds of my heels mixed with the music as I walked into the living room and spotted my delicious Daddy sitting slouched with his legs wide open and his head leaning back against the back of the couch deeply inhaling a drag from his blunt, which I could tell was from his strain of weed that he had just came out with.

The flood came back in my panties as I watched the dangerous yet fucking sexy look he was giving me. His hair was in a fucking man bun and his was in all black.

"Sex Therapy" by Robin Thicke played in the backroom and Rook held the smoke in his mouth as he reached over and dropped the ashes from his blunt.

 He leaned back, letting his head roll a little while blowing the smoke out and watching my every move as I stepped closer to him, dropping my purse to the ground and kicking my heels off.

"Come move that sexy ass on Daddy's lap," Rook said, patting his thigh with one hand. I shook my head no, smirking. His jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed at me. "I'm not fucking asking you. I am FUCKING TELLING you to," he growled.

I moved toward him, moving my hands up my body, listening to Robin Thicke singing.

I turned around, moving my body slowly in circles moving to the beat of the song.

The next song changed to August Alsina's "Porn Star" and I smirked to myself. My best friend was a freak. I definitely know she was fucking Kells to this song just the other day. Her yelling didn't go unnoticed.

My hands went on Rook's knees, dropping my ass to his lap, right where I felt his thick cock resting. I felt Rook lean forward a bit, pushing my skirt up and blowing his smoke onto my ass. I let out a moan and felt him smack my bare ass cheek harshly. My juices were coating the insides of my thighs. I dropped my ass down onto his lap as I sat up with my back to his chest, holding myself up with my hands still on his knees and started circling my ass onto his lap, feeling his dick get harder by the minute.

He leaned over, snubbing the rest of his blunt and leaning back to his position, letting me grind my hips to the song.

He let one hand slide up the inside of my thigh, groaning when we felt the insides coated. The groan in my ear had me grind down harder.

Rook let his tongue run up the side of my neck while he let his other hand rest on my hip as he moved my hips against him and he moved his own hips against mine. My breathing going heavy as I rolled my head to the side letting his thick tongue run up my neck and to my ear , sucking my earlobe into his mouth.

The other hand that was still between my legs finally went to where I needed him the most. His hand cupped my drenched cunt and I moaned out loud, my eyes rolling back as the heel of hand pushed into me.

"Please Daddy, I need you inside of me. I can't take it anymore," I said, half moaning and half whining.

I felt him smirk against the back of my neck and thrust up against me at the same time his fingers pressed to where he knew my drenched hole would be.

"I don't know baby. Paybacks a bitch. Do you deserve Daddy's cock?"

I nodded furiously.

"Get the fuck up," he demanded and I got up on shaky legs. I turned around, watching Rook as he started undoing the belt of his jeans and lifting his hips up as he pushed his jeans and boxers down, letting his hard, thick and long cock free. My mouth watered as it came into my view and it made me drop down to my knees. He didn't need to tell me anything but always seeing his dick made my mouth water.

Rook shook his head which made me pout like a little child.

"Take your clothes off."

Earned It by The Weeknd started to play and I felt like our timing was fucking correct.

I got up, smirking down at Rook as I started to move my body slowly and taking my clothes off slowly. His eyes were dark with lust and his lip was trapped between his teeth. He wrapped his hand around his cock, gripping it slightly and stroking it while watching me as I took my clothes off until I was fully naked.

Rook leaned forward, letting his free hand move to my thigh, bringing my body close to his. So close that I could feel his breath hitting my wet pussy which made me moan out.

He grabbed my thigh, bringing my leg over his shoulder, and let his other hand hold onto my other thigh to keep me balanced as he pushed his face between my legs, letting his tongue run between my drenched lips. I threw my head back, moaning out and bringing my hands to his head. I lightly growled, feeling his hair in a bun and I needed it out to grip that hair.  So I did just that, pulling the elastic out off his hair, to let his beautiful hair down. He looked up at me and narrowed his eyes, letting his hand swat my ass roughly. My body jolted and I moaned out loud and Rook held onto me so that I wouldn't lose my balance.

Rook brought his hands to my ass cheeks, pushing my pussy closer to his face as if he couldn't get close enough. His tongue went back to pushing between my lips, licking from the bottom to the top, sucking my clit into his mouth then sliding his tongue back down, pushing his tongue into my hole, letting it fuck me.

Rook was eating me out as if I was his last meal, and once he landed a smack on my ass I felt myself close to climaxing.

'Cause girl you're perfect,

You're always worth it.

And you deserve it.

The way you work it'

Daddy leaned back and let his head roll back as he watched me with hooded eyes and a slow lick to his lips, tasting me on them.

"Climb on, baby." He said huskily putting his hands behind his head. I nodded, moving over his lap, hovering over his dick as he held it in his hand. I brought my body down, taking him inside of my wet cunt and my eyes rolled back at the feel of his thickness stretching me out. I took every inch of him inside until he bottomed out and my ass sat on his thighs. My hands gripped the back of the couch and started moving slowly, enjoying the feel of him inside of me after a long fucking day. I slowly rode him, to the beat of the song.

Rook had put one hand on my hip, gripping it and moving his hips underneath me to the rhythm I was going in, and his other cupped my chin as he leaned forward and kissed me slowly, his tongue coming out and moving sensually against mine. He broke the kiss, kissing down my neck, running his tongue down until he reached my collarbone, sucking across it, and marking me while he went, making his way to my nipples, sucking them into his mouth. I moaned out, pushing my chest closer to his face, enjoying the sensations of his mouth, tongue and teeth on my nipples.

He brought his hands to my ass, gripping it tightly and getting up, making me wrap my legs around him. He kicked his pants off and away, earning a giggle from me and he grinned happily.

I loved when he controlled me but I also loved when he was care-free and smiling the way that his eyes got small and the corners crinkled.

'So I'ma care for you, you, you.

I'ma care for you, you, you, you yeah'

He walked us over to the pool table, laying me down on it.

I licked my lips, watching him as he looked down at me, grabbing my legs and putting them over his forearms.

"Bang me like your drum, daddy," I cooed which made Rook's cock twitch inside of me. He smirked darkly and pulled out of me and pushed into me roughly, making my back arch and a loud moan come out of my mouth.

"Reach your hands up and grip the edge of the pool table. I'm fucking you hard," he growled out. I decided to be a brat and not listen, running my hands along his arms that were holding my legs up. He growled and dropped my legs, grabbing my wrists and roughly bringing my hands over my head. "I said fucking grab the damn pool table. Stop being a fucking brat."

Closer by Nine Inch Nails started to play and Rook smirked once again.

The minute I gripped the pool table, Rook went into full on animal mode, channeling the song as he gripped my legs and started fucking me wild with ambition.

'You let me violate you.

You let me desecrate you.

You let me penetrate you.

You let me complicate you.'

His thrusts were wild as he fucked me hard and fast. My back arched and I moaned out loud, moaning out his name, feeling him everywhere and deep inside of me. I always loved when he showed me this bad side of him that no one else knew, except for my best friend who I told everything to.

Rook's tattooed hand reached up, wrapping around my neck. He applied the perfect pressure to it, that would give me so much pleasure and not cut off my circulation.  My eyes rolled back and I felt him squeeze a bit while groaning out loud and fucking me fast . He brought his free hand down to between us, pushing his finger against my throbbing clit, rubbing furiously and pinching it to the point where I clenched around him and saw white lights behind my eyelids as I came hard around him.

"Fuck fuck fuck," Rook groaned loud and pulled out of me, letting my cum drip onto the table. "Get the fuck down," he ordered and I listened, slowly getting down from the table, my legs feeling like jelly.

The minute I got down, Rook roughly turned me around pushing my upper body down on the table.

'I want to fuck you like an animal.

I want to feel you from the inside.'

Rook thrusted into me from behind, making my body jolt and push the table forward a bit. He wrapped my hair around his fist and pulled at my hair as he fucked me harder and faster, his balls slapping against my clit, making me automatically want to cum again for him but not before I could make Daddy cum.

"Fuck, I love your pussy baby." He groans. "It's always so wet. You're always so fucking wet and needy for Daddy's dick." he roughly said, fucking me. His fingers gripped my hip, no doubt leaving finger prints on me and I didn't care. I welcomed that shit.

"Faster, Rook. Fuck me faster," I moaned out loud, bringing my hand between the pool table and my body, rubbing my clit then moving a bit down to cup his balls as he fucked me. Rook groaned out loud and brought his hands to my ass, slapping my cheeks hard.

His hands gripped my cheeks hard, opening them so that my puckered hole was visible for Rooks eyes to see.

I turned my head to the side of the pool table, just in time to see Rook spit down, letting his saliva hit my puckered hole and his thumb press into me.

The feeling of feeling his cock inside of my pussy and his finger in my ass, had me close again. "Baby please cum inside of me. I can't take it anymore," I said half moaning and half whining. All of the sensations were hitting me as I felt my orgasm building up.

Rook slid his thumb out, only to push another finger inside of me, pushing it knuckle deep and then added another.

His movements started getting sloppy and I knew he was right there.

"Daddy fill me up with your cum, I want to feel you pour out of me."

And those words alone had Rook roaring out and stilling his body against my ass as he filled me up with everything he offered me, filling my pussy up with his cum. The force of him spilling into me, made me cum right with him. He pulled his fingers out of my ass and leaned his body over mine, panting heavily on my back.

Rook kissed up my spine and pressed his lips against the side of my neck.

"I love you," he said sweetly. I smiled and brought my hand up to the back of his head, running my fingers through his hair. "I love you too baby"

He pulled out of me and I whimpered at the loss but brought my hand between my legs, cupping my pussy, literally wanting to keep his cum inside of me, hoping that it would give me the baby we talked about but the minute we heard the door slamming shut, I scrambled up to grab my dress from the floor, Rook's cum spilling out of me and down my thighs. Rook went to move towards his pants to put them up, when my bestfriend and Kells came into view.

"Make sure you clean that fucking pool table, bro" Kells said laughing pushing my bestfriend towards the stairs. "Nice ass, Rook" she teased and I laughed because that’s how crazy she is. A loud smack to her ass sounded in the room. 

"Now we need her playlist." Kells said winking.

Rook shook his head and laughed. He pulled me to his body, tenderly kissing my lips.

"Now let's go for another round in the shower," he smirked, picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder, running towards his room.

[hangovercurse]

A Surprise in San Antonio

You bring your daughter to see Rook on tour

Request: ‘Can I get a Rook imagine where you have a daughter (6 months) and you visit him on tour?”

Rook X Reader

A/N: Look at this pic of him holding Ashton, I’m soft

Word Count: 1125

You knew Rook hated being on the road so soon after having Jacey, but he needed to go. And as much as you wanted him to stay, you knew he needed it too. Being on tour didn’t stop him from facetiming you at every possible moment, demanding to see your daughter through the phone.

You could tell he was growing tired as the tour dragged on, missing your daughter and you. One night you stayed on the phone with him after putting Jacey to bed. His cheerful expression turned to a frown as soon as he knew you were both alone. “I love touring, babe, but I really just want to go home. I need to be there with you right now.”

A sigh left your lips that had formed a soft smile. “Rookie, we’re okay here. You need to be on tour, have fun. We’ll still be here when you get back.”

The sadness in his eyes made your heart break, “I just feel like I’m missing so much with Jacey. I don’t want to be the dad who misses everything because he’s too busy and I don’t want her to grow up and think I don’t care. I don’t want you to think I don’t care.”

In that moment you wanted nothing more than to kiss his lips and hold him. “J, I know more than anyone how much you care about her. You’re still an amazing dad, even while you’re on tour.” He smiled tiredly at you, still not fully convinced but satisfied for now. “And Jacey is 6 months old, she’s not gonna remember you being gone for a couple months.”

“I miss you,” he mumbled, a pout on his lips. “I hate that you’re alone right now.”

“I miss you too, but I’m fine. I can take care of me and Jacey for a couple months.” Your mind fluttered back to the conversation you’d had with Rook when he found out he’d be touring again. In the end, you had convinced him to go, explaining that he could use a break. He’d argued that you shouldn’t have to bear the weight of taking care of your daughter alone, but you reassured him everything would be okay, just as you were doing now.

But in reality, you wanted nothing more than to have him home. He was your comfort person; he always took care of you. And now he was hundreds of miles away.

And at that thought, an idea sprung into your head.

Message to: Kells, Ashleigh

How would you feel about me and Jacey flying out to see Rook?

 And that’s how you ended up in an airport in San Antonio at 7 am, a very tired and cranky baby girl in your arms. You tried to cheer her up with the mention of seeing daddy, but she was having none of it. Thankfully, Colson Baker, the baby whisperer himself, pulled up to the curb. He ran around to you, taking Jacey from your arms.

“Hi baby Jacey, remember me?” She smiled at him, her hands reaching to poke at his face. “It’s uncle Colson!” He cheered, making the girl laugh.

You heaved your diaper and travel bags in the trunk before joining the two. “Hey Colson,” you gave the man a hug, careful not to crush Jacey, “thank you for helping out with all this.”

He handed your daughter back to you, letting you hook her into her car seat. “Yeah, no problem. Trust me, Rook needs this and, by the looks of it, so do you.” You rolled your eyes as you backed out of the car, punching his shoulder on your way to the passenger seat. “And I get to see my favorite niece,” he tickled the girl’s stomach, making her giggle.

When you got to the hotel, Colson grabbed you an extra key card from the front desk. “He’s probably still asleep, so just let yourself in.”

Colson was right, as when you walked into the room you found your lover spread out under the covers, eyes closed in peaceful sleep. You snuck over quietly, sitting on the edge of the bed, and using the hand that wasn’t holding Jacey to brush his hair out of his face. The action was enough to wake him up, his expression moving from confused to surprised in seconds. “What are you doing here?”

He sat up, pulling you in for a long, sweet kiss before grabbing his daughter from your hands, “hi baby.”

The girl snuggled right into him, cooing at him. “Jacey missed you, so we came to visit,” you told him, running a hand up and down his leg softly. You hadn’t had any sort of physical contact with him in so long, so even being in his vicinity had your heart exploding.

Rook’s lips were pressed to the top of Jacey’s head, mumbling sweet sentiments of how much he loved her. “Jacey missed me?” he asked you, an eyebrow raised.

You giggled, scooting to the opposite side of him from Jacey, letting his arm pull you into his side. “I mean, I missed you a little bit, but Jacey straight up asked me if we could come.” The playfulness was evident in your voice, making Rook smile with adoration in his eyes.

“Wow, some first words, huh Jacey?” He laughed softly, leaning over to kiss you again before returning his attention to the baby. After a few moments of silence spent basking in the comfort of each other’s presence, Rook whispered, “I still can’t believe she’s ours.”

You had been studying his features, taking in all of the beauty you had been missing while at home. “I can’t believe you’re mine.”

He looked over to you with a smile on his face, “that was super lame. You know that, right?”

You pushed his shoulder slightly, a playful frown on your face, “I thought it was cute.”

“Oh, it was, but it was still really lame.” He laughed, kissing the side of your head.

You sighed, “guess I should take our lame daughter and go home then.” Your tone was dramatic, your head pointed away from him, gazing into the distance.

“If anyone even attempts to take Jacey out of my hands, I’ll kill them.” The girl laughed at the mention of her name, prompting Rook to set her on his thigh closest to you, “Yeah, silly girl, I’m talkin’ about you.” He poked her stomach lightly, making her laugh even more.

You rested your head on his shoulder, eyes shutting in content, “you say that now, but wait until its 5 in the morning and she decides she wants to throw a tantrum.”

Rook chuckled, pulling you closer to him, “I don’t mind at all.”

[tatumjadedsmp]

Guess who's back..

Got sucked into a new fandom while I was gone so be prepared for that lmao

[anisrightarm]

Being twins with Rook

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•Since a young age you’ve both had a passion for different instruments

•For Rook the drums, you (Your favourite instrument!) you were also big into fashion

•When you guys were young you didn’t really like each other with Rook being the “Good kid” and you being the “bad” there was a wedge in your personality’s

•But yall are there for each other

•When he got the call you were in the same class listing to the teacher drone on and talking with your eyes, you know twins

•He got excited and pulled you out with him and put the phone on speaker

•He obviously brought you with since Colson mentioned your playing as well

•You were both nervous but when you got there they welcomed you with open arms

•Thus the trouble twins were born

•Whenever you both preform together it’s chaos but the fans love it

•at one point you and Rook switched instruments halfway through the concert

•Protective Rook!

•this boy will NOT let anyone near you claiming “You’re too good for them” it annoys you to no end but you know he’s only doing it for your safety

• Then You went out of town for fashion week and met the one and only Cara Delevingne and you were both hooked immediately

•You wanted to keep it a secret till you knew it was going and staying steady until you told Rook but the paparazzi had other plans

•Y/n Cappelletty spotted with a mystery woman!

• You and Cara just wanted to go out for a nighttime walk through Paris

•When JP saw this article he was confused about why you didn’t tell him you were with somebody so he called you

•And you told him

•He knew he had to push his protective brother insists away and be happy for you



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

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

I will absolutely try my best for you! 🥰

[lizzy-williams]

𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 🎃

👻This list isn’t mine, but I’m not sure who the origanal creator was. I’m going to be going with MGK, so I hope that’s okay. 

((UPDATED EVERYDAY OF OCTOBER 2020))

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1. First Time:

He promises he’ll be gentle.

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2. Bondage:

All tied up. 

🎁Today’s my birthday by the way-🎁

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3. Lapdance:

Being a stripper is interesting, but lapdancing for Colson takes the cake. 

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4. Spanking:

You’ve been a brat all day, and Colson isn’t one to sit back and take it. 

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5. Dirty Talk:

Colson is away, but that doesn’t mean you can’t play.

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6. Mirror:

You run into one of your college classmates at a party. When you sneak off into another room, Colson finds a mirror. And he knows just what he wants to do. 

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7. Lingerie:

He’s been away for too long, and you want to surprise him. 

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8. Sixty-Nine:

Wanting to try something new

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9. Toys:

Sometimes you need more than just his fingers to get you off. 

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10. Wounds:

Colson became a nurse to help people. But once he saw you, he wanted to do more than just help.

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11. Begging: 

Colson has been waiting all day for you to ask. Now he’s going to make sure you beg.

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12. Handjobs: 

You and Colson meet up at your high school’s halloween dance. But Colson has other things in mind. 

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13. Waxplay:

He likes to watch the liquid turn solid against your exposed skin.

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14. Masks

MGK’s release party is a magnificent ball. But when you want to fool around with him, he wants the masks on.

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15. Public:

Your sex life doesn’t need to be concealed in just your bedroom. 

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16. Clothes:

You’re so anxious to get your fill, you don’t bother to remove your clothes. 

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17. Angry:

Rough day at the studio? Easy fix. 

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18. Oral:

Feeling his tongue against you is the perfect birthday gift. 

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19. Hair-Pulling:

Colson discovers an incredibly hot kink you have. 

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20. Size Difference: 

He has to use his skyscraper body-type somehow. 

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21. Blindfolded:

You wanna try something new with Colson.

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22. Food Play:

If you’re a good girl, he’ll give you a treat. 

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23. Lipstick:

He just looks so pretty with your lip marks all over him. 

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24. Daddy:

Talk about daddy issues. 

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25. Xenophilia:

Colson really does think you’re out of this world. 

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26. Public + Toys:

This is your punishment, now all you have to do is try not to moan while ordering a pretzel.

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27. Masturbation:

You thought he wasn’t coming home yet. But you were wrong. 

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28. Anal:

After he talks to one of his Pornstar friends, he wants to try going in the other way.

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29. Creampie:

And it tastes good too. 

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30. Nipple Play:

(Happy Devil’s Night!!)

There’s something about him touching them...

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31. Fingering:

(Happy Halloween!!)

Halloween night never felt this damn good. 

🎃

👻

[marbledaesthetics]

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.”

---

“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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[rouletterook]

okay so I'm like a horrible person bc I have requests from like idk fucking august that I havent done bc ive been in this 4-5 writers block bs BUT after exams I'm gonna sit my ass down and write bc I feel horrible for leaving for so long and only reblogging somethjng every few weeks to show people I'm not dead

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[harringtonstudios]

you’re perfect.

plot: the famous life isn’t for everyone, sometimes the comments can get to you.

A/N: i got distracted while working on a request haha! let me know your feelings :) 

reminder: you are all beautiful the way you are, no matter what anyone says. there is inner beauty hiding in corners of your skin, and outer beauty glowing, lighting you up.

taglist: @iamdorka​ @no-shxt-sherl​ @bakerkells​ @lovemythsworld​ @rosegoldrichie​

Dating a celebrity came with its own struggles. You’d been with Machine Gun Kelly for almost a year now after meeting him through a mutual friend. It had all been surreal, you’d know this kid since high school and now he was playing guitar on stages with actual rockstars. He’d invited you to a recording session where he had introduced you to Kells.

It had been a rollercoaster after that, flying across the country to go on dates, sitting backstage at rock shows, getting to hang out with this generation’s greatest artists. You two had made it official after six months of the coolest dates you’d ever been on in your life. Honestly, half the time, you’d have preferred to sit on the couch and watching a shitty Netflix special, but you knew this was his lifestyle and you didn’t really mind. 

That was until the paparazzi started.There had been nights where both you and Kells had been fucked up, tripping on some kind of drug, trying to walk your way across the path to the Lyft you had ordered as people gathered around you shouting. Other days, you would be enjoying a bagel, laughing at Colson’s dumb jokes when a camera would come straight into your face, asking you about rumors. Once, you both had just left his house when three reporters had stopped you in your tracks, focusing their cameras on you as they started filming. Those days you would feel thrown into the spotlight, awkward in your skin, bees buzzing in your mind.

You had tried to get use to the ugly comments and the nasty posts that came with dating Colson. It was hard at first, trying not to search your name and see what came up. Sometimes you wouldn’t even have to search, people would tag your Instagram in posts, making fun of the way you looked on a certain night or criticizing your features. You didn’t really fit the criteria of being famous, a bit bigger than the models that usually walked around in LA, acne scars dotting your cheeks, frizzy hair usually flying around your head. 

In the beginning, it had gotten to you fast. People calling you talentless, spamming your comments with gold digger, theorizing on twitter that your relationship wasn’t real because why would Kells fuck with a girl like that? 

It had hurt, left you spiraling, spending days sitting next to Colson in the studio completely numb. You would just sit on the couch, scrolling through comments, trying not to let your insecurities get the best of you. The fans weren’t necessarily wrong, you didn’t have a special talent, you weren’t beautiful by any standards, and you had kinda just showed up out of nowhere. 

-

Sipping on the coffee Colson had bought you this morning, your eyes widened as you stopped at a particular comment. The user had typed it in all caps, screaming through the screen about your weight. It was on a picture Colson had taken of you, sitting in a bathtub, bubbles sitting on top of your head. You read the comment once, twice and then suddenly your phone was being taken out of your hands. 

“Baby, I asked if you wanted to go on a walk with me?” Colson repeated, looking down at you while loosely holding your phone in his hands. 

“Uhm, yeah,” you mumbled, reaching up to grab it.

“Nope, this is a no-phone walk,” he responded, turning around to put your phone down on the table. As soon as he lifted the screen up to his face, you grimaced knowing he was going to see the comment you’d been looking at for the past five minutes. 

“Wait, what the fuck,” he murmured, running his thumb over the screen. “Who the fuck wrote this,” he scoffed, turning back around towards you. 

“It’s not important. C’mon let’s go on this walk,” you responded, trying to smile as you got off the couch. 

“Nah, we’re not going anywhere till I find out who’s been talking shit about you online,” he said, plopping himself down on the couch. 

“Cols, it’s not that serious. I mean it, I don’t even read that shit,” you tried to distract him, extending your hand out to get him back up. 

He gave you a look over your phone screen, and you could see the anger brimming in his eyes. You sighed, sitting down next to him. You two weren’t going anywhere soon. 

Kicking off your shoes, you pulled your legs under you, shifting to face him. “I just get a couple of mean comments every now and then. People hate on things they can’t have, you know?” you tried to rationalize, watching him scroll through your comments. 

“Baby. These aren’t just a few. What the fuck, why didn’t you say anything,” he looked up straight at you, and you looked down at your lap trying to avoid eye contact. 

“Cause I mean they’re not wrong,” you muttered under your breath. 

“What?” he questioned, leaning down lower to catch your eyes again. 

“Nothing, what would have happened if I told you huh? You would have beat up the big, bad bullies? Newsflash, not everyone is going to just fucking love you,” you bit out, voice cracking as you tried to fight through the feeling in your throat. You didn’t want to cry, not here in his studio. 

He was quiet for a beat, then two and you bit your lip, knowing you had fucked this up. 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say that,” you mumbled out before continuing, “they’re just internet trolls. I’m really trying not to let it get to me. I’m trying hard, but some people are just mean and I can’t fix that.” 

He cleared his throat and then you could feel his arm wrapping around you, pulling you closer. You moved in, shifting so that you were pressed up against his side. Your head rested right around his shoulder, and he softly pulled at your hand. You could see your fingers shaking just a little and you were so tired of letting everything get to you, so you closed your eyes, letting your head fall back. His fingers intertwined with yours and you could feel him rubbing at your knuckles. 

“You’re fucking perfect. Everything I’ve ever wanted and needed in my life. There’s nobody else I’d rather be with,” he spoke into your ear. 

Your eyes were still closed, but you felt a blush rise on your cheeks as he continued. 

“All these flaws they comment on? I love them all. You’re just so real, realer than anyone I’ve met in this city.” 

You felt his fingers touch your chin, slightly tilting your face to see his. Opening your eyes, you saw the clarity in his blues. 

“I think I love you,” you blurted out, eyes widening when you realized what had just fell out of your mouth. He let out a little laugh, and you could feel yourself turning even more red, burning up. 

“C’mere,” he mumbled, squeezing your hips a little, pulling you even closer. He kissed you, hand resting on your warm cheek, stroking his thumb back and forth as you kissed back. The words sat unspoken between you. He wouldn’t say it yet, you knew it, but you could feel something loosely resembling love as he pushed into the kiss, breaking off only to kiss your forehead. 

“Why don’t we show these haters something,” he muttered, moving his hips up so that he could get his phone out of his back pocket. 

“Ayo, Rook, bring your ass here,” he shouted, and you heard a cymbal crash followed by the studio door opening. You laughed as Rook showed up, beanie skewed on his head. 

“Take a coupla picture of us,” Kells instructed, throwing his phone up in the air. Rook caught it and then you were being lifted onto Colson’s lap. 

“Hmm?” you whispered, as he placed both his hands on your hips. 

“Kiss me,” he responded back, smirking and you smiled. Kissing him softly, you cupped his face in your hands. You could hear the sound of Rook taking pictures in the background and you couldn’t help but laugh just a little as your lips met Colson’s. 

“Get a room fuckheads,” Rook shouted before lobbing the phone back your way. It hit the couch and you broke the kiss off, reaching for it. Before you could get it, Colson grabbed it, laughing as he looked at his camera gallery. 

“Holy shit, these are GOLD,” he barked out, swiping. 

“Lemme see,” you reached out your hand, trying to get a glimpse. 

“Nope, you just have to wait,” he winked as he opened up the Instagram app. A part of you tremored with the anxiety of it all, you got enough hate without being publicly posted on his social media, but another part of you was excited, knowing that no matter what you had Colson on your side. 

A minute later, he nudged your shoulder with your phone and smiled as you took it off his hands. Going on Instagram, you went to his profile. Laughing, you clicked on the picture he had posted. Your hands were on him, focused on kissing. One of his hands was wrapped around you, while the other flipped the camera off. The caption read, “None of y'all got anything on her.” 

You liked the photo before grinning at him. “You’re my knight in shining armor,” you said in a mocking tone, raising your hands to your chest, posing. 

“Well then princess, let’s go slay the dragon,” he responded before picking you up. 

“Colson, wait, my shoes,” you shouted, laughing as he brought you to the door. 

Everyone needed a little reassurance sometimes, and your goofy boyfriend knew exactly how to cheer you up. There was nothing better than this and your heart beamed at the pure love you felt from him. Flaws and all, you had something special here and you had never felt this happy before.

[sophroniaa]

Perfectly Lovable

(just quickly wanted to say a huge thank you for the love on "Admiring", it honestly means the world to me. 🖤 & aaaalso, this might turn into a two parter if you like it?? idk)

Word count: 1,3k

Trigger warnings: Mentions of alcohol, being hungover

You wake up the next day, hungover to say the least, trying to deny the real reason as to why you got so drunk in the first place.

It had struck later in the afternoon and you were sitting in the backyard with Rook, enjoying the afternoon sun before it would set and the degrees would start dropping for the night. You had all been having a lazy day. A few of the guys even just starting to come back to life after last night's party. It hadn't been too long since you'd gotten out of bed yourself, feeling too hungover to move. Your thoughts wandered back to the night before, trying to remember what had happened past midnight… you came to the conclusion that the night could be rounded up very easily, as you'd been way too drunk since most of the night came up as a thick fog. The throbbing headache only proving your mental point further.

"It's been a while since I drank that much…" You mumbled to Rook, which only gained a snort in return. "Tell me about it." He chuckled as an answer to your statement, also thinking back to the events of the night before. "Have to say you took me by surprise when you challenged me to a tequila race." He said after a few seconds of silence, the images from the night before playing clearly in his mind. 

The new information caused you to push your sunnies further down your nose to look at him, eyeing his facial expressions trying to see if he was fucking with you. You covered your face with your hands in slight embarrassment when you realized he wasn't. "No fucking wonder we feel like absolute shit today." You said shaking your head, no longer finding the aching body & foggy memories strange.

"Don't think I've ever seen you that drunk." He stated before taking another sip of his pedialyte. You leaned over and took the plastic bottle from him before taking a gulp of your own. A grimace quickly spreading across your face once the taste hit your tastebuds, holding out the bottle to read the flavor.

"Euw, you willingly drink the mixed fruit flavor?" You exclaimed, more than happy to give him the bottle back.

He burst out laughing at your reaction. "So you're able to down multiple shots of tequila with a straight face but pedialyte gets you?" He teased, smirking so big that his eyes squinted a little.

"Shut up asshat…" You mumbled before offering him a playful smile.

"You seen Kells today?" You asked instead, not sure if you dare hear anything else about your drunken state from the night before. You leaned your head back, letting the sunshine rest on your tired face.

Rook only shook his head in response. You could see from the corner of your eye that he sneaked a peek at you trying to read your feelings. "So…" He started to say before falling quiet, like he was debating whether or not to bring it up. "We gonna talk about why you got so fucked up last night?"

You leaned your head back again to enjoy the warmth of the sun whilst hiding away behind your dark sunglasses. "I'm good, Rookie." You said flatly, knowing exactly what he was trying to get at. "Not like I haven't seen him with other girls before."

Not like you hadn't seen him with other girls before wishing it was you in their place.

"I'm just saying… Even an idiot would connect the dots, he brings over his "new girl" & you, who normally don't drink much, gets absolutely trashed."

"That's not why!" You protested.

"Oh yeah, then why did you get so drunk?" He was quick to ask. "Enlighten me." His voice letting you know just how much he believed you, which would be about approximately zero procent. Deep inside, you knew you were crushing so incredibly hard on Colson. It was just easier pretending like you didn't. The palms of your hands would start to sweat just by the simple thought of actually telling him. You could only imagine standing right before him trying to explain the situation, to you that sounds like nothing but a bulletproof plan for a break down.

This caused you to sit in silence for a while, trying to come up with something smart to say… Reaching for anything, really. So far you'd been doing a horrible job at trying to convince him. To be fair, you were probably the one needing the convincing. However it fooled neither of you, no matter how hard you tried to deny stuff. When you came up shorthanded you sighed loudly, signaling that he'd won this time around as well.

Fuck models, switch condoms. You felt your heart thug a little, thinking about the constant variation of girls in his life. As of right now he was seeing a brunette model that you honestly couldn't remember the name of, not too long before that it had been a blonde.

You hated it.

How they would stride into his life chasing that bad boy fantasy, wanting a taste of the exciting celebrity world, being MGK's center of attention for a short while.

Something you hated even more was how they knew exactly what they got themselves into, only to become disappointed when he immediately didn't change his ways and grant their wishes by becoming a whole other person for them.

"You've got that look on your face again." Rook pointed out only to sigh dramatically when he realized you'd slipped deep in thought about Colson, again.

"Sorry, what?" You sat up, straightening out in your seat, coming back to reality after he had nudged your leg with his.

"I said, you've got that look on your face again." Rook repeated. You looked at him dumbfounded.

"You get a bothered look on ya face when you think of the constant switching of girls." Rook explained in a matter of factly tone. Trying to even out your furrowed forehead with his thumb to further prove his point. You were quick to shake your head.

"It's not that… " You said while hating how well he could read you, always knowing exactly what's on your mind. Part of you knew there really was no point in denying it, he could read you like a book at this point. In a desperate attempt at keeping your mouth shut you started to chew on the insides of your cheek, but unfortunately it didn't take long before you spoke again.

"I just hate how they exactly know what they're getting themselves into and yet still have the nerves to act disappointed, demanding this and that, ultimatums left and right… " You mumbled, picking at your nails. "Leaving him to blame it all on himself thinking he's a complicated man to love."

When in reality it was the complete opposite, perfectly lovable the way he is. He was in no way complicated if you saw him for who he was instead of trying to change him into what you thought best fit. Understanding how the things he had been through shaped him into his whole existence. He still had his struggles, but who doesn't? He put on a tough act a lot of the time, acting like nothing could get to him, sometimes even talking a big game, sure thing, but underneath all that was a mushy lil' Colson. A side to him he wouldn't show to just anyone, you had to connect with him. Vibe with him. Almost like he needed to make sure your intentions were good before he could let his walls down a little. He wasn't just an angry guy, shouting into the microphone at an impressive pace. There was so much more to him than the established MGK image.

Never had you met a more genuine or kind-hearted guy, so naturally your heart ached when you oh so clearly could see people taking advantage of that.

Bitches, news flash, this ain't build-a-man factory.

"Dude, just fucking tell him already!" Rook exclaimed, clearly becoming impatient with how you acted like you only saw him as a good friend. "You the type of girl he should be with. These toxic models ain't doing him no good."

"Someone to date him for who he really is, shows him patience and acceptance. Understands his issues and encourage him to get better." He saw the hint of uncertainty spreading across your face as he talked. "Stop that, I honestly think that equals you." He said, putting his palm on the left side of his chest. "You just need a little encouragement to get over your nerves." He teased.

You couldn't help but smile at Rook's encouraging words, loving how he always rooted for you no matter what. You reached your arms out to embrace him in a big hug, a way of showing your appreciation towards him. "Everyone needs a Rook in their life." You mumbled into his chest.