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anusha-swritings · 4 years

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Me...Or Her?

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

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

Requested by: @bakerkells

Masterlist

y/n = your name

y/n’s POV

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Taglist: @guiltydols

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reddesertcolbs · 3 years

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Colson concept here, smoking weed on the balcony at night time and watching the stars after a long day 💓

ahhhhh i love this concept 😭

tw /// description of smoking weed below

okay so you would’ve finished getting a shower ready for a well deserved night sleep after a busy day in work, body wrapped in a fluffy dressing gown. after doing skincare, brushing your hair etc, you would walk out into the bedroom to see colson sitting on the foot of the bed, his hair pointing in every direction from where he’s been stressfully running his hands through it all day in the studio.

you’d walk towards him and his hands would instantly curl around your waist, and his chin would rest on your chest, tired eyes looking up at you as you rake your fingers through his locks, untangling them gently. you’d lean down and press a small but loving kiss to his plump lips before mumbling a quick “wanna go on the balcony and have a smoke with me?”, earning nod from the blonde before he stands and gathers his box that holds his weed and grinder, and walking towards the door of the balcony, you following suit.

he’d take a seat on the love seat first, pulling you down to sit beside him and grabbing your legs, hooking them over his lap. skilfully he’d prepare a blunt for you both to share before lighting it up and inhaling, and you could see the stress from the day remove itself as he exhales before passing it over to you with a smile of adoration.

the two of you would go back and forth with passing the blunt to each other, whilst his fingertips danced across your shins, up to your thighs and back down, as your hand ran through the hair sitting on the nape of his neck, gently squeezing occasionally to remove the built up tension that’s sitting in his neck.

to make the moment even more perfect, the glow of the stars would shine beautifully onto colson’s body, illuminating the blue of his eyes, and the natural highlights of his nose and cheekbones. you tell about your day in work, his eyes never moving from your face the whole time, showing that you have his full concentration. after giving you his full attention, he would tell you about his day, new music and collaborations in the works, and if you were lucky (you are) he would show you snippets of his favourite songs that he’s working on.

after spending the much needed down time on the balcony, the two of you would walk back into the bedroom, climb into bed and cuddle until you both fall to sleep, limbs tangled together.

#ahhhh i want this #colson baker #machine gun kelly #mgk #colson baker blurb #colson concepts #my colson concepts

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fckdiosmio · 5 years

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I’m totally into writing some The Dirt thingys today

send me some requests with mötley crüe ideas or the cast or the actors as the members or anything you want goooo

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blxxdyvalentine19xx · 3 years

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Masterlist

Headcannons

♡ Onlyfans

kiss prompt list - send asks

♡ Pete x Rook #67

♡ Travis x Kells #3

♡ Rook x Baze #32

♡ Rook x Kells #26

♡ Rook x Kells #73

○ ○ ○

Machine Gun Kelly × Tommy Lee

♡ The Master Beta

Mod Sun

♡ I lost my dick 🍆 Mod x Fenix (ftm)

♡ what happens in vegas stays in vegas 🎲

♡ True Trans Soul Rebel ♂️

Rook Cappellettly

Bop It series - Rook

♡ Passing Our Drummer Like A Bop It - part one

Rook x Pete

♡ Sex in the 'porno shower'

MGK x Rook

♡ Leather & Vanilla

♡ Did you mean what you said last night?

♡ Skeet & Greet

♡ Two Nines

♡ Hollywood Whore part 2 (see @triplexdoublex for part one)

♡ Depressionist, nahh, Exibitionist

MGK x Mod Sun

♡ Words In My Head Like A Pinball

♡ Trouble Caused At Award Shows

♡ Fucking my boy on the edge

Rook x Baze

♡ First Father's Day - Rook x Baze as parents

♡ He calls me daddy

♡ Sid & Nancy

Rook x Mod Sun

♡ Don't You Dare Hurt Him

♡ Pride fest and proclamations to Pops 🏳️‍🌈

♡ Red leather & black skinny jeans

MGK x Blackbear

♡ First Dates And Hotel Rooms

MGK x Travis Barker

♡ Did I just Tell Him I'm In Love With him?

♡ I'm...it's close, fuck

Mod Sun x John Feldman (Feldy)

♡ what that fuck, Kells!?

MGK x yungblud x Blackbear

♡ I love you guys

Rook x Pete x Kells

♡ I'm dating your Bestfriend

♡ We all get what we want in the end

♡ you could have just lead with that

Travis Barker x Matt Musto

♡ works too much 😒

Rook Cappellettly x Chase Hudson (lil huddy)

♡ We always answer, you hear me!

♡ we do this your way

♡ He loves me, He loves me not

♡ Sex & Candy 🍭

Brandon 'Slim' Allen x Steve 'Baze' Basil

♡ You know I got you babe (hairbraiding hc)

Machine Gun Kelly x Lil Huddy (colson Baker x Chase Husdon)

♡ My boyfriend is drunk 🍺

♡ Dicked Down In Dallas 🇺🇸

♡ Dicked Down in Dallas 🇺🇸 part 2

♡ My Little Baby Chase

♡ how's that for a welcome home x1

Chase Hudson x Jaden Hossler

♡ Angels & Demons 😇😈

♡ Dressed to the nines and high glam 👗

Lil Huddy x MGK X Mod Sun

♡ what happens in vegas stays in vegas 🎲

♡ Vegas fic series (establishing of relationship)

♡ all things have a good and a bad part 1

Jxdn x Blackbear

♡ who the fuck is jessica?

♡ Jessica

Travis Barker x Rook Cappellety

♡ I hate you, god damn it!

♡ first dates don't have to be fancy

♡ the good the bad and the ugly

♡ first time for everything 🎤💦💨

♡ how's that for a welcome home x1

Bryce Hall x Josh Richards

♡ Housewarming party for two

Jaden Hossler x Landon Barker

♡ the good the bad and the ugly

Machine Gun Kelly x Jxdn

♡ music festivals and conception

Sophie Lloyd x Colson Baker

♡ Sid & Nancy

#machine gun kelly fanfic #travis barker fanfic #mod sun fanfiction #rook cappelletty fanfiction #Pete Davidson fanfiction #yungblud fanfiction #Baze fanfiction #blackbear fanfiction #chase hudson #jaden hossler #jxdn #jxdn fanfiction

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writing-wh0re · 3 years

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HOLY MOLY!

It’s happened, I have hit 1,000 followers! When I joined back in February I did not expect to even make it to 100 followers, let alone 1000. This is incredible, I love you all so much and cannot thank you enough. I’m so glad you all enjoy what I create, I enjoy writing for all of you ❤️

So with that being said, I have come up with a little writing challenge for you all ❤️ Rules:

✏️ You don’t have to be following me to participate in this challenge, however it would be amazing to see what my wonderful followers can produce! ❤️ Otherwise a reblog of this post would be very appriciated!

✏️ Must be a reader-insert, considering this is what my blog consists of.

✏️ Can be any of these characters that I write for: Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Draco Malfoy. Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Spiderman - Peter Parker, Loki Laufeyson. Sebastian Stan, Chris Evans, Tom Holland, Tom Hiddleston. Billy Hargrove. MGK (Colson Baker). Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester.

✏️ Blurbs, One-shots, Imagines and Series are accepted. If you do write a series please create a masterlist or include previous chapter links.

✏️ Smut is prefectly okay, however please ensure you include warnings on the chapter and a ‘read more’ insert. (Over 18′s only, please ensure your characters are of age as well.)

✏️ Any other genre is fully accepted, this is time for you to let loose and explore different ideas / concepts! Include any and all warnings at the begining of your fic!

✏️ This should go without saying but no PEDOPHILA, R*PE, RACISM OR INCEST ALLOWED. (You will be blocked if this occurs.)

✏️ Choose one prompt from the list and send me an ask (Ask box only and off anon please) of which one you have chosen and the character you’ll be writing it for. Only one person per prompt - first in, first served.

✏️ A crossed out prompt means it has been taken - once a prompt has been written the author will be creditied beside it.

✏️ If the word prompts don’t excite you, I have also listed a few different AU concepts / Tropes and have provided different songs (with links) for you to write about. Same rules apply - one person per idea.

✏️ No minimum word count however anything over 500 words please insert a ‘keep reading’ break. (Ctrl - Shift - K on windows computers)

✏️ Not mandatory but just to make it easier for me please bold the prompt you use within your story! Please also list which AU / Trope / Song you choose.

✏️ Hashtag your writing with #writing-wh0re-requests1k

✏️ Please tag me once you have posted your fic so I don’t miss it! @writing-wh0re

✏️ Due date: July 4th, 2021! (In your timezone) I hope that’s plenty of time for you to get creative x However if you’re creating a series and need more time, please message me.

✏️ After the 4th of July 2021, I will create a seperate masterlist to make it easier for everyone to find.

Prompts are below the cut.

Prompts:

1. Really? You’re choosing them over me? @meph1stophelian

2. So I mean nothing to you? - @midgardianweasley

3. Do you ever shut up? @pengwengs-writing

4. Have you been drinking? @annyadawson

5. If you had just asked me, I would have.

6. Shut up for a second.

7. Do you not understand what I’m trying to say?

8. Kiss my ass. @harleytonks

9. Fuck you, pay me. @rosietoesy

10. Can we not make this work?

11. Um, how about go fuck yourself.

12. You didn’t seriously say that? Did you?

13. Play nice.

14. This means the world to me.

15. I can do this, with or without you. @stxvercgersslut

16. If you don’t do as I say, you’ll die.

17. You’re marrying him? @classyhorseeclipseduck

18. I can’t believe you.

19. Get it through your head.

20. We’re just friends.

AU Prompts:

1. Sibling’s Best Friend AU

2. Roommates AU

3. CEO AU

5. Professor AU

6. Body Guard AU

7. Prince/King AU

8. Sailor / Pirate AU

9. Apocalyptic AU

10. Vampire AU @skarlettmikaelson

11. AU of your choice. @samineisntmyname

Song Prompts (enjoy my mixed music taste):

1. Leave the Door Open - Bruno Mars

2. Drunk Face - Machine Gun Kelly

3. Dangerous - LEFT BOY

4. Heat Waves - Glass Animals

5. Daddy Issues Remix - The Neighbourhood

Tropes:

1. Blind Date - @horrorxweasley

2. Forbidden Love

3. Long-Distance Love

4. Secret Relationship

5. Love Triangle

6. Fake Date / Fake Dating.

7. Enemies to Lovers

8. Friends to Lovers

I tried to give you a variety of options! I hope you all enjoy what you create, I know I will enjoy reading it all. Thank you again for your amazing support, love and encouragement. Stay safe in this crazy world! xoxo

Don’t forget to tag me in the stories and #writing-wh0re-requests1k

Tagging a few mutuals who may want to join / will reblog for me ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️

@maybesandohnos @gaycatlord-stuff @midgardianweasley @horrorxweasley @justadreamyhufflepuff @hufflepuff5972 @mathletemadison @black-like-my-soul @harleytonks @meph1stophelian

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forthegothicheroine · 3 years

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Stealing this book meme from @wormwoodandhoney, originally from booktubers! Feel free to steal it from me!

1. Best book you’ve read so far in 2021: In the Dream House by Carmen Maria Machado. What can I say about this book? I don’t read a whole lot of dark memoirs, but this true story of the author’s relationship with an abusive girlfriend is formatted by taking it through a million different literary and film genres, examining it through a million different lenses, pulling out the reader’s heart a million different ways. It’s amazing.

The other favorite book I’ve read so far is A Libertarian Walks Into a Bear by Matthew Hongoltz-Hetling. It’s also dark non-fiction, but this one reads like super-dark comedy, Stephen King by way of the Coen Brothers. It’s about libertarians attempting to make their ideal community in an economically depressed Vermont town, exactly the same time a bunch of bears who may have had a brain-affecting parasite started invading. My husband called it Bearoshock.

2. Best sequel you’ve read so far in 2021: Bright We Burn by Kiersten White. This was the final book in The Conqueror’s Saga, an alternate history about a female Vlad the Impaler. While I (still) found the relationship with Mehmed a bit forced, this continued to present one of my all time favorite antiheroines, unlikeable and terrifying and very compelling. I know very little about this history, which I imagine would make me like the book either more or less, but White really knows how to capture and keep my interest.

3. New release you haven’t read yet, but want to: Angel of the Overpass by Seanan McGuire, the final book in her Ghost Roads trilogy, my favorite of her many series. Just ordered it!

4. Most anticipated release for the second half of the year: The Final Girl Support Group by Grady Hendrix. I’ve already read multiple books with similar premises (Final Girls, We Are All Completely Fine) but I adore Grady Hendrix and I feel he’s wonderful with female protagonists and premises that are silly on the outside and very deep on the inside. He’s an automatic buy for me.

5. Biggest disappointment: The Underground Railroad by Colson Whitehead. This won the Pulitzer Prize, so it’s probably my fault for not getting it. Still, I was baffled that you’d come up with a steampunk/magic realism concept about a literal railroad to freedom and then not actual do anything with the railroad.

6. Biggest surprise: The Decameron by Giovanni Boccaccio (translation by Wayne A. Rebhorn) is so much fun! The stories are so bawdy and goofy and the narrator’s voice is really delightful. Sympathetic to Jews, disdainful of the church and preoccupied with the idea of women being in their rights to seek out good times, it gave me a view of the kind of Renaissance personality I have never seen onscreen. Besides, tailoring stories to tell to friends during a plague is something I’ve been doing a lot in the past year or so, so I strongly identified.

7. Favorite new author. (Debut or new to you): Alyssa Cole. Her romance novella Let it Shine was amazingly beautiful and painful and sexy and compulsively readable. I have to check out her Loyal League series now!

8. Newest fictional crush: As above, Ivan Friedman from Let it Shine, a Jewish boxer and activist in 1960s Virginia full of passion and fight, committed to being the one who takes punches for other people. But I wouldn’t want to take him away from Sofie, respectable black college girl turned Freedom Rider.

9. Newest favorite character: Jordan Baker from The Chosen and the Beautiful by Nghi Vo, a magical realist retelling of The Great Gatsby. This Jordan is a Vietnamese adoptee, stylish and smart but forever an outsider, possessed of a magical talent exploited by her selfish best friend, in love with two weak-willed people, the only one who can see through to demonic souls even after it’s too late. I got an ARC from work- look out for my official review!

10. Book that made you cry: Help at Any Cost by Maria Szalavitz. Oof. This is a scathing and horrifying and unfortunately page-turning expose of schools designed to break “troublesome” children into submission. It’s a few decades old, but I can’t imagine this line of thinking and abuse has gone away. (Side note: it inspire me to try and write a ghost story, which I can’t decide whether it might be in bad taste, but it’s the way I have to work out my feelings.)

11. Book that made you happy: Paperback Crush by Gabrielle Moss, an examination of the pre-Harry Potter ya books sold at scholastic fairs, meant for only a few uses. I haven’t read most of them, but this made me feel like I was on a giddy sugar rush at a sleepover party, recommending and making fun of books with my friends.

12. Most beautiful book you’ve bought so far this year (or received): Through the Woods by Emily Carroll. An eerie graphic novel collection of Carroll’s horror stories. illustrated in a deceptively simplistic but bone-chilling style.

13. What books do you need to read by the end of the year? The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo by Taylor Jenkins Reid, partly because it looks amazing but also to justify impulse buying it when I already had too many unread books at home.

#books

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kadeu · 3 years

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Accepted — Wainwright Rook

♣ Rook Wainwright aka Hyena looks like Colson Baker (musician/actor) ♣ He was born October 13th, 1966; making him 58 years old, but he appears 26 ♣ This Concubus is Bisexual and a King of Clubs ♣ He is a Tavern Owner and Resistance Informant

Biography

tw: child abandonment

“I’ll keep a razor in my wraps to slit your throat at the gates.”

Rook Wainwright was doomed to be a menace from the start. Memories not eroded by drugs or head trauma of his childhood are few and far between, but what he remembers in fleeting moments is the cold, the ache in his stomach as he struggled to keep himself fed, both on meager scraps of bread and small amounts of water, and the emotional stimuli of the world around him, drawn to anger and misery like a moth to a brilliant flame for his own survival. An orphan with no awareness of his true lineage, Rook knew only that one of his parents had been a concubus- and that if they had once lived in the slums of Club, they had long since left it, and him, behind. Little more than a child, Rook had no awareness of the concepts he’d fallen victim to, homelessness, abandonment- He knew only that he wanted to- no, needed to survive, and so, he fought tooth and nail to do just that.

Club was unkind to him, brutal and lawless, but he found his comfort in a few kinder hands and hearts, a warm meal here and there, a mend on his dirty sweater or a hand me down coat to fight off the biting cold of the winter, and as he grew, he came to understand his position better- he was a one. Lowest of the lows, sooner to be spat on than offered a helping hand, but there were others, people who certainly looked just like him living lives a thousand times better. What made them different? Made them greater than Rook himself? What had they done to deserve their comfortable homes and three square meals? What had they done to sit in the warm glow of the taverns while Rook wasted away in the streets? He learned soon enough that they’d fought for those positions, tore their comfort from the teeth of their opposition, of their ‘greaters’- and had reaped the benefits. Now a teenager with a lithe, muscular frame, the young concubus was no whelp, and with nothing but a miserable excuse of a life to lose, he threw his hat into the ring of Club’s constant power struggles, practically gorging himself on anger and fear before each fight to grasp his single edge over those he faced: Head games.

“The cuts won’t kill you, but hesitation just might. Don’t let him get in your head.”

Oh, how Rook loved watching his opponents squirm, every little emotion, their trepidation, their concern, their fear of losing their status to some young upstart made him bloodthirsty. From the first unlucky two he’d challenged to a fight, his method rarely changed: shake them to their core, break their focus. He’d taunt them, infuriate them into making a foolish mistake- the only mistake he needed to put them down. Weaponless and unable to afford one, he chose instead to hone his fists, torn fabric wrapped around shards of glass and rusted nails to make each swing a more deadly hazard, cutting his own hands to pieces in every clash, wrists slick with blood each time he placed a foot on the neck of his fallen opponent. Each promotion was that one step closer to no longer living with the shameful gaze of those who thought he was nothing, something he had now come to loathe. By 18, Rook was a three of clubs, and had garnered the respect of those beneath him, somewhat renowned for his uncharacteristic kindness to his fellow lowrankers, it was his own bread that he broke now for the Ones struggling to get by, he held no ill will toward those he’d stepped on to climb up- it was the way life worked, after all, and those he left alive always had Rook’s respect. At least, most of them.

“...A Scavenger, you know that’s what you are, right? Scrappy little fucker picking fights you can’t finish?”

Rook’s promotion to a seven was unintentional, at least, as unintentional as the boy could manage. Now in his early twenties, Rook had comfortably settled at his position as a five, a dagger strapped to his hip and several tattoos marking his arms denoting his history and previous wins, the closest thing to a journal that the illiterate concubus could maintain to remember his experiences over the years. He’d liked the position, respected by the lowrankers and rarely bothered by the face cards, and most importantly, able to feed his newfound thirst for the emotion of lust, he likely would have held his position for the rest of his life, no hunger to climb higher than somewhere he felt comfortable, if not for the fact he had gotten brave and made a move on a pretty Seven at the tavern, satisfied to simply be rejected for acting out of his position, to feed on the disgust and shock at his mere implication he might be worthy- what he got instead: was stabbed.

The young man’s lover had seen the exchange, and not particularly pleased at the implication he could be replaced by a five of all things, had drawn his weapon and immediately challenged Rook. With no opportunity to prepare, and largely untrained with his own dagger, Rook was staggered, forced into fighting with a wound and a much more capable foe, his saving grace was liquor, their fight moving into the street before his competitor staggered on the steps, falling back just enough that he could close the distance. It was the same young man he’d flirted with who’d pulled him off, and it was the barmaid who tended to his wound that he celebrated with that night. He was a highranker now, and once more, that voice in the back of his head reminded him that he was still, in the eyes of some, unworthy- a fly to swat, a waste of air and turin. The drive that he had been able to abandon for so long had roared back to life, he would be antagonized no longer, made to look weak by those around him never again. And so, he trained.

“Fights like a man possessed, I tell you. Doesn’t even use a weapon half the time.”

His further climbing of ranks was slow going, but brutal. Unlike those he fought to ascend to Seven, he left none he fought for his next position alive, ten bodies of his fellows falling at his feet. He’d known what they thought of him, his promotion a fluke, that his rank never would have changed, if he hadn’t been aided by the mead coursing through the other Club. he proved them wrong over and over again, and as his rank ticked to eight, then nine, then ten, each one hard fought and won with fists more often than his weapons, his body became a network of ink and scars, each mark a new chapter in the story he’d committed to his flesh. By the time he challenged the position of King, Rook had come to be known as “Hyena,” a scavenger with a taste for blood and a brutality not to be underestimated. Now in his late thirties, Rook had stopped aging, and reached his full potential as a concubus, he fed like a king on lust and desire, low ranks and high alike charmed into his bed, honeyed words and drugs shared on wicked tongues in the dark, anger and fear fueling him in the ring. He had long played smart, his position of Jack taken from the hands of the foolish, the Queen rank choked out of a human who simply couldn’t withstand the physical onslaught- But his opponent for the position of King would offer him no such ease, a Strongarm with a history as bloodied as Rook’s own standing between him and his goals.

“Concede. Concede and we both walk out of here Kings. It’s a fair trade, Rook.”

Rook eventually stood over the bloodied body of the other King, planting his foot on the back of his neck with a primal howl, bones sore and broken, armor chipped and busted, but alive, alive and victorious. He was a King, standing now in the upper echelon of face cards with wounds that would eventually heal to show for it. He had proven with no uncertainty that he was no whelp, no refuse of the streets, and for the twenty years that followed- he would hold that position with a brutal efficiency. Rarely challenged for his title, Rook eventually ‘retired’ from his desperate climb for the top- and from his mercenary for hire work for extra coin. He settled on opening a tavern and working on learning how to read, the time not spent cleaning the bar spent reading and writing, practicing skills he never gave himself the peace to embrace as he was growing up. Still addicted to anything he could chew, smoke or drink, Rook’s tavern soon became a well known hideaway for those less… upstanding than most, an uncomfortable kind of peace formed in the awareness that the King running the place would sooner kill a troublemaker than huck them out on their ass. It was through the Tavern he became privy to, and eventually joined the Resistance, an ear to the ground in High Rank circles and many low ones given his position and occupation, Rook is an information broker, collecting and trading information to those who know how to stay on his good side. His hatred of being looked down upon eventually becoming a lust for true anarchy, no loyalty to Club or anyone but himself, for that matter. In Rook’s mind, there are two kinds of people, those worthy of and willing to work for their survival, and those who are better off crushed beneath the cogs of change.

In Recent Years

Rook has maintained his position as the owner of the Thronebreaker Tavern, so called for one of his early nicknames. He continues to pass information between members of the resistance and operates within High Rank circles only to gather intel, otherwise preferring to be left to his life of excess. Infrequently called to defend his position as a King, Rook has no interest in becoming the Ace of Clubs, and is satisfied to hold his place under a fellow member of the resistance, but he maintains his training regime, and is well known for his brutal removal of those who break the peace of his tavern for anything other than a fight for rank. His addiction to Chrono when he was younger has caused damage to his mind, making him quick to anger and difficult to predict in recent years, and while no longer using it specifically, he still partakes in most other drugs, usually while running the Tavern itself. His taste for anarchy continues to grow, and he’s reveled in the recent attacks performed by those in the resistance, the fear and uncertainty more than enough to sustain him and the general promise of more to come exciting to the concubus.

Personality

Rook has never had any love for the rank system, he climbed it simply because he had to, used it to get where he wanted to be, and treats those around him with that thought process in mind, the gangs and ranks mean nothing to him, a Spade One is as respected as a Heart Ace in his eyes, so long as they respect him in return. Those who are unfamiliar with his past find him generally polite and jovial, a bartender with hundreds of stories and a proclivity for offering drinks on the house if the patron’s got a story to share in return, an imposing man with a heart of gold, at least on the surface. Those with a familiarity with Rook know that his kindness is as much of a play for power as his climb toward King was, that he’s a cunning, calculated sort who never acts without thinking twelve steps ahead, and that telling him too much could get you in the sights of someone you don’t want looking in on you. While often calm and measured, Rook is not above his anger, and often allows it to overtake him with little warning, though if this is because of his drug addictions or his history is up for debate.

A horrendous flirt with a winning smile and a silver tongue, Rook’s truest vice is in the sins of the flesh, willing to trade more than a few things for a rendezvous in his bedroom, he isn’t picky about who he throws his chips in with, a behavior that’s gotten him in trouble before, and earned him an even more distasteful gaze than even his species has. Despite this, he’s warm and inviting, and keeps his friends close, loyal to the death to those willing to risk a friendship with the Hyena.

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aestheticimaginesandaus · 3 years

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When You First Met MGK/Colson Baker fluff

You met him at a gas station one night, it was late and you were just going in real fast to buy some beers so you can drink, watch whatever sucked on netflix and think about how sad your life is now that you're finally out of that shit hole called college. You were just staring off into space looking at the beer when a tall man covered in tattoos came up next to you and said “You ok?” You flinched a little and said “Fuck! Huh? Oh yeah, I'm good. Just spaced out a second there.” He chuckled and said. “Oh ok. Uhh, what are you doin here all alone? There’s some pretty creepy dudes out here who wouldn’t understand the concept of boundaries if it slapped ‘em in the face.” You laughed. “Oh I’m just buying some beer…” He looked at you confused. “You planning on drinking alone?” You nodded, then you squint your eyes slightly. “I know you from somewhere.” He shifted his weight to one foot. “Do you now?” He asked, looking you straight in the eyes. Your eyes widened when you realized who you were talking to. “Holy shit, your Machine Gun Kelly!” He only nodded with a slight smirk appearing on his face. You hadn’t noticed him under his hat covering his perfectly messy hair. “Yes I know, now are you gonna answer my question?” He chuckled...again. “Oh shit, uh yeah. I was planning on drinking alone, just drinking and watching some random shit on netflix.” He nodded. “Well, why not go drinking with me and a few friends?” He asked. “You don’t even know me..?” You said confused. “What’s your name?” He asked, shifting his weight to his other foot. “Uh….Y/N.” You said even more confused. “Now I know you, you gonna come drinking with us or not?” You thought about it for a few seconds. “Sure, why the fuck not, lets go.” And the rest is history, after that night you and MGK became close friends and ended up dating for 2 years, he always wondered how he managed to not “Fuck things up” with you for this long. He ended up proposing to you at a bar while you and your friends were drinking, the same he took you to on the night you met at the gas station. You did not fail to notice his attempt at romance there. Your wedding was small, just a few close friends and family. Your family still didn’t quite approve of Kells and his lifestyle but they noticed he made you happy so they stopped complaining. You have a happy life with Colson, his daughter loves you and his friends find you cool and his lifestyle never got in your way so all was well. You two are happy together, even though you get into fights sometimes. You don’t argue often actually, but when you do, god, you tear each other apart. You only fight about the big stuff like his partying and you not appreciating how much he parties and how he somehow manages to get himself arrested while he tours and how he can’t be doing that shit because he has a daughter he needs to take care of. And he goes off to tell you “If you don’t like the way I live my life, Y/N, then leave. I don’t need you nagging me about the same thing over and over again.” And that’s the moment where you ignore him for a while and stay at a friend's place until you can talk to him again. His lifestyle might not get in your way but it definitely challenged your relationship which is what makes you guys stronger.

#imagine #colson x reader #mgk #machine gun kelly #mgk x reader #machine gun kelly x reader

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lizzy-williams · 4 years

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𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦

Part 1

((This is about Colson Baker’s character in Project Power, he has fire powers, imma have a field day with his one. Because he had very little backstory, I feel like I can kinda shape him and imagine his life with someone. Hee hee. By the way, in my stories he doesn’t... you know... explode.

🔥Warnings: Language, drug references, sexual references

🔥Theme Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZBIzL1OdKMI

Fire by KIDS SEE GHOSTS

masterlist

𝘠𝘖𝘜 𝘒𝘕𝘌𝘞 𝘛𝘏𝘈𝘛 Newt was a drug dealer, that’s actually how you met. You were just buying weed, and the next second you were back at his place, hooking up. You kinda just kept... coming back, until eventually, he was willing to call you his girlfriend.

He liked you because you were carefree like him. You had the same interests, liked the same things, and were rockstars in the sexual department. You were the best he’s ever had and vise versa. You even thought his alligator was fucking awesome, the girls he hooked up with in the past just ran away. But you found it cool that he owned a living, breathing gator.

He made good business, not to mention the fact that he flew under the radar. He was very underground. And that was perfect for you. You didn’t need him getting arrested for a fucking gram of cocaine.

But one-night Newt went out, and you stayed at his place, anxiously waiting for his return. He said that there was a new product, something people had never seen before. And if Newt, the man who had tried every drug he got his hands on said that he hadn’t heard of it, there was definitely something worth seeing there.

You suddenly heard a knocking at the door, the rhythmic knocking recognized as the secret knock you and Newt came up with to signal that it was one of you. You got up, grabbing the pistol that was laying on the coffee table, and rushed to the door, unlocking it immediately.

Newt burst in the door, looking behind him anxiously as he closed the door frantically behind him.

“Newt, what’s wrong? Were you followed?” you questioned anxiously, automatically pointing the pistol at the door.

“Lock it, baby, I have something amazing to show you,” he motioned in your direction, your feet patting back towards the door, locking the 4 locks on the door quickly.

You then jogged over to where Newt had set his goods.

“Ooo, fancy metal case, huh?” you joked, “What are you? The Matrix? Men in Black?”

“You’re joking now, but wait till you see what’s in here,” he smirked, taking a key out of his pocket, unlocking the case.

As he opened it, you looked at what was placed inside. There were two rows of metal containers, 6 in each row, holding a small, slightly glowing pill.

You picked one up, looking at it closely. One half was grey, almost metallic, the other half looking like a mini glowing galaxy. You shook it a little, “What is this?”

“It’s Power.” he replied, “I’ve been hearing about these things for weeks. They give you power for 5 whole minutes. Like a superpower. We’re talking like superman shit. But there are catches,” he took the case out of your hand, taking the pill out of the case and held between his fingers vertically.

“What’s the catch?”

“You never know what power you’ll get. It’s different... for everyone. Like I could be invisible, while you have...like bulletproof or something. It’s real, I’ve seen it.”

“Are you sure this isn’t some sugar water in a pill casing?” you were skeptical, the concept of superpowers almost childish.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket, pulling up a video. You took the phone from his hand and pressed play, and you were presented with a man. It looked like it was in an airport runway.

You saw him hold a pill up, and twist it, the pill lighting up like a lightbulb before it disappeared down his throat. You watched as his body twitched, his body kneeling down. But after a few seconds, he stood back up. Suddenly, you watched a mere man, run up and down a runway in 30 seconds flat. He did it several more times, back and forth, back and forth, before the video ended.

“Holy shit, was that real?”

“Shit, baby, I wish you could have been there. I saw it with my own eyes, it was like watching The X-Men but in real life.”

“Are there any other catches?”

Newt knew the other side effect... but he didn’t want to tell you, as not to make you worry. So in return, he shook his head.

“How much are they?” You questioned.

“500.”

“For the case??” you were shocked at the amount of money, more than you could make from even heroin.

“No. Per pill,” he looked at the small pill between his fingers then back to you.

“Per pill??!!” You beamed, “Holy shit, baby! In that case... that’s... 6,000 dollars!” you watched as he put the pill back in the case.

“I know, and there are more getting shipped in to me tomorrow, delivered personally...,” he smirked, your arms were thrown around his neck, pulling him down for a passionate kiss, as you felt him chuckle, the vibrations making you all the happier.

“I can pay for school!” you smiled, “And we can get you a new car...” you began to daydream, as Newt smiled at you, his lips colliding to yours again.

“This is amazing...” You muttered against his lips before pulling away, “Have you tried it?”

“Not yet...,” he smirked, “But do you wanna come with me when I do?”

“When?” you laughed.

“Now,” he responded, you squealed as he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, walking out of the apartment and to his car.

******

“Where are we going?” you asked, turning to Newt in the driver’s seat, his eyes on the road ahead, the sky dark.

“Somewhere safe. Just until the effects of the pill pass,” he responded, his anxiety apparent.

“Are you sure you wanna try this?” you asked, your hand going to his knee, “I don’t want you to get hurt,”

“I’ll be fine, baby, I swear.” he ensured.

You simply nodded your head. Even though this small pill was going to make you and him a lot of money, you were still skeptical about your lover trying it.

The car then pulled into an empty parking garage, driving to the top floor, and then stopped.

“You still got it?” he turned to you, turning the car off.

You nodded, opening the glove compartment and taking out the pill’s case, holding the thing that was supposed to change your lives forever.

“Maybe it can give you more stamina, maybe keep you going after round 2,” You smirked, Newt looking at you and rolling his eyes.

“Yeah, well, whatever it does, it’ll probably be pretty cool.”

You both stepped out of the car, Newt walking a ways away from you, making you frown.

“I don’t want you close, just in case something goes wrong, okay?”

“Wait why would something go wrong??” you asked anxiously.

“I don’t know what powers there are... or how many there are. I don’t want something unexpected and hurt you.”

Before you could respond, he twisted it, the pill glowing brightly as he held it in his teeth, “See you on the flip side,” he joked, before swallowing it, wincing in anticipation.

He started coughing, dropping down to his knees, starting to hold where his heart was, his other hand going to his heart as he let out a yell of anguish.

You watched Newt convulse, letting out coughs and yells of pain. You began to rush towards him, but he stopped you.

“Stay back, stay back,” he coughed out, yelling out more in agony.

In seconds, you saw his body become ignite into horrifying, bright orange flames. His clothes were burned away to a crisp. The fire on his skin crackling and snapping as the screams and yells began dying down to pain-laced grunts as the form of his body began to stand up, making your hand cover your mouth, your eyes tearing up in fear.

You had to watch him...for 5 whole minutes... watching his stumble around, waiting until the pain died down. Until the fire went out. Until it was over.

His body suddenly collapsed to the ground, the fire dulling down to glowing embers on his skin.

You couldn’t take it anymore, your legs carrying you as fast as they could to the charred body of your lover.

“Baby? Baby can you hear me?” you were sobbing, half of his body crispy, covered in black remanence of skin.

He let out groans of pain, his body barely moving.

You ran quickly to the car, opening the back and pulling out an old blanket, running back and wrapping his body up in it. You tried to set him up, but all he did was yell out in pain.

“Come on, Newt, I’m gonna get you to a hospital, but you gotta help me!” you cried, trying to lift if the skyscraper-like body over your shoulders, “Please, Newt, come on!”

With all the strength left in his body, he tried to hoist himself up, but only enough to drape over your shoulders as you literally dragged him over to the car. You opened the back door, laying him down in the back seats, him groaning out in pain.

“You gotta stay awake, okay, Newt?” You panicked, “Just blink twice if you can, okay?”

You watched as his body responded, his eyes closing two times, making you nod and run to the driver’s side, getting in and starting the car.

“Babe...” you heard him wheeze from the back seat.

“Yeah, what is it, are you okay??”

“Call my cousin when you get there, ok?” his voice was horse.

“Yeah, yeah, of course.” you smiled, turning back to the road.

******

You sat anxiously in the waiting room, black marks from the char on your boyfriend’s body covering your white tank top and skinny jeans, even your converse, your leg bouncing anxiously up and down as you watched the phone, waiting for Newt’s cousin to text back, tears still stringing down your face.

How do you tell a family member something like this? Your cousin tried a new drug and caught on fire or Hey, your cousin was on fire cause superpowers are real?

You heard the phone ding, and all the text read was “OMW”.

“Ma’am?” you flicked your head up, making eye contact with a woman in a white lab coat, holding a clipboard, “Are you with Newton?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m with Newt,” you stood up, wiping away the tears that were falling moments before.

“I see, well, his body was covered in 3rd-degree burns, do you have any idea what happened?”

“N-No, I found him like that, he was at home...,” you tried to lie, you couldn’t let it slip he was a drug dealer, let alone selling a drug that would be both yours and his payday for at least a month or two, “Is he gonna be okay?”

“Yes, we’ll have him stable soon. We’ll prescribe some painkillers and antibiotics.” As long as he doesn’t sell them you would think, “He’s gonna be pretty much out of it for a few hours after you take him home. Does he have someone who can take care of him for a few weeks?” she glanced down at her clipboard.

“Y-Yeah, I can do it,” you choked out, the tears partly because you were upset this happened, but mostly because he was okay... and not dead.

“Where is he?!” Robin burst through the doors, her eyes laying on me and the doctor.

“Robin,” you muttered, Robin jogging over to you and hugging you tightly.

“Is he okay? Tell me he’s okay,” she murmured into your shirt.

“He’s gonna be okay, alright?” you hugged her back.

“When can we see him?” she pulled back, looking at the doctor.

“Just as soon as we stabilize him.” the doctor smiled. At least she wasn’t delivering bad news.

******

You and Robin rushed through the halls of the E.R. hand in hand, looking for room 293. You were moments away from talking to him again, touching him again...

“Here!” Robin pulled you sharply to the left, opening the sliding glass door, seeing Newt wrapped in bandages, his one eye that was uncovered landing on the two of you.

“Fuck,” he whispered, watching you and Robin walk up to each side of the hospital bed.

“I’m not getting out of here for a while, am I?” he asked, disappointed.

“Obviously not,” Robin responded.

“But we’ll be here until you do.” you comforted him, holding the hand that wasn’t burnt to a crisp.

And to that, he gave a small smile.

******

((Part 2 comin real soon :) ))

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californicationhq · 3 years

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Luzes, câmera, ação! É com calidez que damos as boas-vindas aos seguintes personagens, cujos respectivos jogadores contam com um prazo de 24 horas para encaminhar a url à central:

Tentando evitar as câmeras, vem ANTHONY EKMEKÇI ARCHIBALD, um CHEF DE CUISINE conhecido como THE HOT CHEF. Há boatos de que sua segurança, Rin está tendo um trabalho danado para manter os paparazzi afastados. Boa sorte!

Tentando evitar as câmeras, vem CYRUS PHOENIX, um VOCALISTA DO AVANT GARDE SOCIETY conhecido como THE MASOCHIST. Há boatos de que sua segurança, Thay está tendo um trabalho danado para manter os paparazzi afastados. Boa sorte!

Tentando evitar as câmeras, vem DOMENICO ‘DOM’ MONTENEGRO, um CANTOR conhecido como THE INTANGIBLE CONCEPT. Há boatos de que sua segurança, Black está tendo um trabalho danado para manter os paparazzi afastados. Boa sorte!

Tentando evitar as câmeras, vem GRIFFIN “GRIFF” PETERS, um EX BATERISTA DO HOLLYWOOD SAINTS / DONO DO SNAKE ROOM TATTOO conhecido como THE CONNARD. Há boatos de que sua segurança, Thay está tendo um trabalho danado para manter os paparazzi afastados. Boa sorte!

Tentando evitar as câmeras, vem LOUISE-ANNA BOZZELLI, uma ESTILISTA e EMPRESÁRIA conhecido como THE FASHIONISTA. Há boatos de que sua segurança, Fanny está tendo um trabalho danado para manter os paparazzi afastados. Boa sorte!

Os faceclaims CAMILLE RAZAT, CHAY SUEDE, COLSON BAKER, REMINGTON LEITH, SERKAN ÇAYOGLU agora encontram-se indisponível.

#aceitos.

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machinegunbun · 3 years

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Hi, can you finish that blurb? Just curious

ok ok hold your death threats everyone :)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, im good.” You squeak

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~*~taglist~*~

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

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anusha-swritings · 4 years

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No Hurt

Summary: Reader is an olympic gymnast, she gets injured while practicing on the high beam and Casie blames herself for it.

Warnings: Fluff

Inspired by a request from @bakerkels

Y/N = your name

{Casie is about 7 in this}

MASTERLIST

Colson’s POV

Y/N is an Olympian on the US gymnastics team. Today she was training at her gym for an upcoming competition that was in a few days. Casie, Dom, Pete, Slim, and I were visiting her during practice.

We were all hanging on the benches next to the balance beams where Y/N was practicing her landings.

One of Y/N friends was showing Casie some tricks on the beam in a side room.

The next part happened so fast. Cause burst in the door calling for me as Y/N was landing on the beam. As her foot hit the beam it slipped and she fell into the mat on her ankle. We all heard her exclamation of pain and ran to her side, all of us except Casie who ran out of the main gym into the restroom. Y/N’s friend followed her out as the trainer ran to us.

After a few minutes of inspecting her ankle, the trainer iced and wrapped it in some bandages. “It’s just a minor sprain, it’ll hurt like hell for a couple days. Worst case scenario you’ll miss a few days of training, but you’re over prepared for the competition anyway!” Her trainer chuckled, telling her to take care and sending her straight home.

On our way to the car Y/N’s friend told me that Casie was crying, but she didn’t know why. I thanked her and told her I’d talk to Casie when I got home.

We were in the car driving home, when I noticed Casie was extra quiet, she didn’t even sing “floor 13” one of her favorite songs. “Hey Cas, what’s wrong?” I asked looking back at her from the rear view mirror. “Nothing.” she mumbles not making eye contact. She just stared out the window watching cars go by. I made eye contact with Y/N in the backseat, she gave me a questioning look and I signalled that we’d talk at home.

When we got home I carried Y/N upstairs and placed her on our bed. Casie followed us up the stairs then turned the hallway and headed to her room. I texted her I needed to talk to her about something about 2 minutes later she knocked on our door.

“What’s up dad?” She mumbled looking at the floor when I let her into our room. “What’s wrong baby? Why are you acting like you’re guilty of something?” I asked, kneeling next to her. She looked up at me teary eyed. “That’s because I am!” She cried sobbing into her hands.

“What? What are you guilty of?” I asked looking at her. I moved her hands from her face so she could answer. “It was my fault. Y/N got hurt because of me!” Y/N sat up on the bed. “Baby, come here.” She called Casie and I sat next to them on the bed. “I fell off the beam because my foot slipped, it wasn’t your fault.” She looked up at Y/N then back at me. “It was my fault, though I ran into the gym and it was loud so you got distracted and fell, so I ran out crying.

“Casie, you say you ran into the room, burst through the door?” Y/N asked skeptically. Casie nodded quietly. “Baby I didn’t even hear you come in. I fell because my foot wrap had too much powder on it. My foot just slipped. The trainer was right, I was just too over prepared.” She smiled holding Casie’s cheek in her palm. “So I didn’t hurt you?” Casie looked up at Y/N with her big doe eyes. “Nope” I smiled. Casie pulled us into a big group hug.

“I’ll never hurt you”

Taglist: @guiltydols

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reddesertcolbs · 4 years

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A concept where Colson and the reader try baking for the first time? 🥺 👉🏼👈🏼 I’m a sucker for the idea of couples baking/cooking together

okay so you wouldn’t have to convince colson to make brownies with you because he wants to spend as much time with you as possible, so if it means spending time in the kitchen baking brownies then so be it.

let’s be real, he’d be so annoying when you bake. constantly dipping his finger into the batter and eating it, smearing it onto your face and licking it off your cheek to be a tease whilst whispering “you’ve got something on your face, babe.”

he wouldn’t want to interfere with the actual baking though, he’d sit on top of the counter, his eyes trained on you as you mix all the ingredients together into the big mixing bowl. although he would be up to putting the brownie mixture into the pan, his eyebrows scrunched together in concentration, to make sure no mixture fell out of the pan.

he would constantly ask if they’re ready yet, and how long until he can eat them, resulting in an eye roll and a “five more minutes” from you for the third time that minute.

his eyes would light up when the timer goes off, and he would definitely eat one whilst is was steaming hot and then complain when he burns his tongue, begging you to kiss it better.

god i wanna make brownies with him 😢

#colson baker #machine gun kelly #mgk #my colson concepts #asks #colson concepts

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storiesforallfandoms · 5 years

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surprise! ~ machine gun kelly

word count: 1078

request: yes!

@kellysimagines: “I was wondering if you could do an imagine with this video. Like where he is on hotel diablo tour and she tells him shes pregnant on facetime and she films it cause she is a vlogger”

description: while on tour, colson receives the best news of his life

pairing: machine gun kelly x female!reader

warnings: swearing, but mainly lots of fluff!

You paced the room anxiously, a mixture of excited and incredibly nervous. You glanced at your phone every now and then, almost willing it to ring. Colson was at a soundcheck, but promised you he would call you the minute it was over. That was a little over an hour ago, which meant he should be finishing soon and calling you at any moment. You weren’t sure if you were excited for the phone to ring, or nervous. You tried to convince yourself not to be nervous, this was good news, he was going to be excited! But it was easier to say that than to believe it.

To calm your nerves, you pulled out your vlogging camera and decided to do the one thing that always calmed you down - filming.

You held your camera at an arm’s length away and hit record.

“Hey guys!” you started with a cheery smile. “It’s me, but you already knew that. Currently at my house on this beautiful day waiting for Colson to FaceTime me. It’s been super sucky since he left, I miss him so much, but he’s been killing it on his Hotel Diablo tour. If you guys have seen him live at any of his dates, comment down below what you thought of the show and what was your favourite song.”

As you went to continue speaking, your phone chimed. You looked down to see that it was Colson trying to FaceTime you. Your heart began to beat so fast you were sure it was going to beat out of your chest. You reached down for your phone, still filming on your camera, and set the phone up on your desk. You set up your camera in a way that Colson wouldn’t see it, and made sure that you had everything.

You took a deep breath to calm yourself down before answering.

Colson’s face popped up on the screen. When he saw that you had answered, he smiled brightly, causing you to smile. He really knew how to calm you down, even when he didn’t even know you were upset.

“Hi baby,” he said. “You wanted me to call? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you shrug, nonchalantly. “I just miss you.”

Colson laughed. “Really? You texted me to ask me to call you right away because you miss me?”

You scoff. “Is that so hard to believe? You’ve been gone for months! I don’t get to see you all that often besides the odd FaceTime every now and then. I miss you!”

“Fine,” Colson laughed, rolling his eyes. “I’ll believe you that’s all you wanted to say.”

“Well actually,” you said, looking down at your hands. It was now or never. “I went to the doctor today.”

Colson’s eyebrow shot up in concern. “What? How come? Are you okay baby?”

You nod quickly. “Oh yeah! I’m fine! I was just feeling really sick, bad stomach, headaches, all that. I thought at first it was just a stomach bug, but it was lasting a while so I went to the doctor just to make sure everything was okay. He said all is fine, I’m healthy as a horse.”

Colson nodded. “Okay, that’s good. You had me worried there. So, what was it?”

You couldn’t contain the smile on your face as you reached beside you to grab the ultrasound. “It’s this little guy.”

You held up the picture of the little fetus currently growing inside your stomach for Colson to see. He was silent for a moment, just staring at the screen. Your heart immediately dropped to your stomach as you waited for his reaction. Suddenly, you weren’t so sure that he was going to be okay with it. The longer he didn’t talk, the more your worry grew.

You opened your mouth to say something, or rather to beg him to say something, when suddenly he stood up and exclaimed with excitement, startling you and anyone else who was in the room with him (as it seemed he wasn’t alone).

“Holy fuck!” he screamed. “Oh my fucking God!”

You laughed as you watched him get up and literally do a jump for joy. He took a minute to get his excitement out before quickly grabbing his phone again. “Show it to me again, baby. Just so I know I didn’t just see things.”

You were smiling like an idiot as you held up the ultrasound again. You could see the tears starting to form in Colson’s eyes as he attempted to blink them away. “Oh my God, is that real?”

“It’s so real,” you responded. “If you need further proof, I have these.” You held up the two positive pregnancy tests you had taken before going to the doctor, the two things that pushed you to make the appointment. “I made another appointment the day after you’re supposed to get home if you wanna see the ultrasound for yourself, then we have the appointment to find out the gender in a few months time.”

“How far along are you?” Colson asked. “Wait, stupid question, I’ve been on tour for like three months, you gotta be at least that, right?”

“I’m like two months along,” you told him. “They say that it takes a month for the conception to set in or some shit.”

“Do you have a bump yet?”

You giggled as you stood up to show Colson your slightly bloated stomach. It didn’t poke out enough for it to be super noticeable yet, but you could see the slightest bit of weight you had already put on.

Colson howled with excitement yet again. “That’s my baby mama!”

The guys in the room, his band and his closest friends, got up to congratulate him and you. Happiness was hitting you in waves as Colson continued to talk about his excitement for the baby. Suddenly, you felt extremely silly for even worrying. You knew this would end up good and you would both be happy.

When Colson finally hung up, after having to be convinced by his friends because he had to get ready for the show, you put your phone down and picked up your camera, almost forgetting it was recording. “I’ll have to see how much of that Colson will actually be okay with me using. This probably won’t be up for a long time, I’ll wait for him to come home before I put it up. But there you guys go, Baby Baker #2 is on the way!”

Omg this is so short I’m so sorry :/ I hope you enjoyed either way!

#machine gun kelly #machine gun kelly imagine #machine gun kelly x reader #colson baker #colson baker imagine #colson baker x reader #imagine #request #estxx #one shot #x reader

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useraew · 5 years

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enemies to lovers

Colson Baker x Female Reader

a concept: reader is also rapper and she and mgk are enemies (like him and eminem or he and g-eazy doing diss to each other) so when they start dating this surprises everyone

It didn’t help that we’re both from Ohio and both up and coming rappers. I was from Columbus and he was from Cleveland. I didn’t think he was a bad rapper, it was just fun for me to start dissing him in my raps and watch my platform grow as did my fans. After he heard my diss on him, i figured he’d be shocked that for one a girl was dissing him and not someone that was much bigger than me.

Kells responded to me and i wasn’t gonna lie it was wasn’t bad for a diss. As the year went on we ended up becoming enemies. Most people believed we both hated each other. Honestly i didn’t hate him and i hopped he didn’t hate me. I was doing this for the use of building my career. That might come off as a bad thing to most of the fans maybe but i was also learning from him to become a even better rapper. This is what i wanted to believe for myself if anything anyways.

As both of us were kinda of over the dissing each other phase, i went back to writing songs about my relationships and love and other dark thoughts i had about my past. I got into a new relationship that was nice for the for year at least. By the time it was 2015 that relationship that i had with Logan ended and i made a song about him to help me cope through. Another thing to make me forget Logan was hearing that my so called enemy finally dropped his second album, General Admission.

Listening to it for the first time and all i could think of was how great it sounded. Song after song it was fire and i just fell in love with everything. In these moments i felt as if i was becoming a fan unexpectedly. As i listened to this album more and more my friends could see that i was invested in him now.

After about a two months of listening to this album, i wouldn’t shut up about it and annoyed everyone from my friends,to my band, and my family. One night my friends took me out to hang and they ended up bringing me to a tattoo parlor. “Y/n I dare you to get a Mgk tattoo” Rolling my eyes i looked through the books filled with different designs. After the begging and pleating for me to get a mgk tattoo, i found myself getting one. After another hour or so i walked out of their with Est on the side of my body.

before the night was over a pic of my tattoo got on my instagram with a caption like “I guess i’m Est For Life”

As the fans liked it and the comments blew up i noticed lots of confusion as to why i got it. Ignoring the hate i was planning to get which of course i got. I had heard from others in the whole rap world Kells thought it was hot. Not wanting to believe that mainly because it seemed like a joke.

By the time the next three years went by both kells and i both dropped our third albums and he had a number one and a Ep out and i thought it was amazing for him. Of course for me my album made it to the top ten which was mind blowing. To celebrate for myself i found myself walking into a a coffee shop for an iced coffee. As i grabbed my coffee i found myself a seat and looked through social media. I could sense people looking at me as the thought of them being fans. But as i looked up i noticed the one man that i didn’t expect see in person in front of me.

I saw him walk over and he smiled at me which i was glad to see, knowing i was scared of what he thought of me now. “May i sit with you?” I nodded my head yes as he sat with me. As i pulled my hand out for him he gladly shook it back. “Nice to finally meet you after all these years” He laughed at my comment as he agreed. “I wanted to know something though” I watched him as he he licked his lips before continued his thought using words. “why did you diss me in the first place?”

Thinking of an answer to Kell’s question i sighed. “Well, i think i heard something about you that i didn’t like and just went for it and then you replied” He shook his head again as i took a sip of my drink. Their was a short pause before i spoke up “I hope you don’t hate me” He laughed at me as i watched him scratch the back of his head. “I don’t hate you y/n” I let out another sigh of relief as i pulled up the side of my shirt. “Good i got a tattoo in 2015 that says other wise” As i showed him my tattoo his eyes lit up as he bit his lip.

It was 2019 now and i started to date kells. The fans didn't really understand why we were together. As we walked outside holding hands and on our way to get lunch, the normal feeling of being in a relationship came back. I never expected him to ask me out or even get to know him and really see what his life really was like. Meeting the people he surround himself with, it felt so funny to years later have the fans consider are self as enemies to lovers.

Once we found a seat to sit at out the restaurant we decided on. I find myself hearing outside noise of paparazzi out the window. Glaring outside i could see flashes making my eyes blink a couple times. The feeling of Kells hand making me give him attention distracted me. “babe ignore them, i want to spent time with you not those dick heads” As i giggle at his comment as ordered are food and spent some time together.

Finally finishing are lunch the feeling of anxiousness filled me as we stepped out of the restaurant. Holding Kells hand as he protected me from all the paparazzi that was surrounding us. “Y/N HOW COULD DATE YOUR ENEMY” “WHY DIDN’T YOU PICK EM’S SIDE?” All the screaming and shouting continued as i tired to get through the crowd with Kells help. Once we got to the car my window was still open and as i saw a man come close with his camera in front of my face. Quickly i pushed the camera to the ground hopping it broke as i yelled back. “FUCK OFF”

The sound of my window going up as Kells drove off, and seeing pissed off people as i got far away from the paparazzi. Kells looked at me to see if i was okay as he could tell i was overwhelmed. He placed his other hand on my lap for comfort as i held it for the rest of the drive. Once we got back to his place, i found myself laying on the couch and Kells joined me. My head was on his lap as he stroked my cheek with his thumb. His lips kissed my forehead and then my nose and then down at my lips. “7 years later and you ended up being the one” Kells whispered to me as i watched him laugh as well making me smiled.

After another small pause i whispered back “and i wouldn’t have it any other way”

#sammie's writings #mgk imagine #machine gun kelly imagine #colson baker imagine

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