#dom and colson fic
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Nothing Less Than True Romance
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Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)
Warnings: ABO dynamics (knots, slick, heats, mpreg), alpha serial killer/hitman Dom, omega mob boss Kells, nervous boys, smut heavy chapter, past abuse, teasing, Dom's thicc ass, Dom's pretty uncut alpha cock, desperate boys, d/s undertones, Kells being a dom, Kells being a mouthy top, directions, hand jobs, blow jobs, talks about anal, talks about triggers, choking (with a cock), cunnilingus, masterbation, accidentally saying the wrong thing, crying, hormones, Dom being a caring alpha, Kells being a sneaky omega, accidental sex(?), body worship, enemies to lovers 💣 Rating: explicit
All ideas helped by @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🖤
The closer the Alpha was to Colson's cock the faster his heart sped. They had fucked in the midst of a rough heat and rubbed off on each other like horny teens but this? This was on purpose, no question about it. The moment his Alpha touched him there he had to admit what he was. A needy omega who liked men. Well… one man. And fuck he was a pretty one.
“You cringing at the fhought of me? Ain't touched ya yet.” Dom teased as he settled on his stomach between his lover's legs. He could feel the apprehension, the man was obviously nervous but he understood. Col had been through hell too and they could be careful. They could take it slow.
“No. Shut the fuck up. I was cringing at the thought of your damn shoes on my bed. Plus, you've never done this. You might think you're supposed to use teeth or some shit.”
“You ain't?” Dom teased back, his crimson eyes wide with faux innocence. The color and scent of his desire in the room slightly ruined that picture.
“Dumbass.” Kells huffed but his partner surprised a laugh out of him when he turned to look over his shoulder.
“Don't look dumb.” The Alpha hummed, wiggling his hips till the ass in question bounced.
“Dummy thicc maybe.” The omega sighed under his breath and wondered for a moment what that ass would feel like wrapped around his dick. How against Alpha's was his, he wondered. Would Dom allow something like that? “You ever play with yourself?” He asked before he could help it. He knew the boy was mostly virginal but there was a chance… Besides, it gave him a moment to panic to himself. There was nothing wrong with being with a man but he had left over self hatred from his dad.
Dominic paused and tilted his head, he wasn't sure what his mate was asking. “Like…” He trailed off, moving one hand in a vulgar motion.
The hand signal was so close to Colson's cock he swore he could feel the fist around him and he had to swallow hard as he shook his head. “N-no. Your ass.”
“Oh. Um-” Without thinking Dom curled his palm around Col’s cock, as if he did it all the time. As if it wasn't some huge step between them. As if Kells wasn't battling internal homophobia. Or was it a form of misogyny? The omega jumped and bit his lip. He knew the bastard did that on purpose, he could feel his lover’s pride whether at his own sneakiness or Col’s reaction he wasn't sure. “I ‘ave a few times yeah. Jus' to see. Why?” His palm squeezed softly and he practiced a stroke. He was trying to act nonchalant but saliva was pooling on his tongue and he knew he was leaking a puddle of precum on the bed. His mate was going to be so upset.
Col could be honest or he could play a game. They had already crossed the starting line and he couldn't look away. It seemed obscene but he knew it was only the first step. “Was picturing my dick in your ass.” He didn't mean to be so blunt but he never had been good at faking demure. He'd acted as an Alpha so long it was part of him now.
“Oh. Yeah?” Dom's voice was breathy. He didn't know that was something either of them might want.
“Yeah.”
“‘Is dick?” The boy teased as he inched closer, flicking his tongue over the crown.
Colson's hands scrambled to find purchase in the sheets and he squeezed them to keep from bucking up. “Yeah. Would you want it?”
“Long as it's you and ‘is dick.” It was weirdly intimate and romantic and Col would have smiled if the freak didn't strike. Those plush lips sealed around his tip and his sharp tongue teased all it could reach. It was messy as soon as he started, spit dripping down his shaft. Dom was eager though and thorough as fuck. Beginner's luck he was sure.
“Mmm fuck- yeah. Just like that- look at you.” Kells had forgotten to warn his boy of one very specific thing- he was a mouthy bitch. The only reason he hadn't gone off when they had sex was that he'd been so gone from his heat but there was something about having someone blow him. About watching someone choke on his cock. “Good boy. Little more? Deeper? You can take it.” He rasped and was surprised when Dom didn't just obey but fucking moaned for him.
Dom was so fucked. He never had the chance to find out what he liked in bed so everything was a new experience between them. He knew deep down it was probably childhood trauma but hearing someone praise him was a rapture. He twirled his tongue around the edge of his mate's crown and sucked as much as he could. His knot was already pulsing where his cock rest against the bed and his hips were rolling in small sharp thrusts.
“You look so p-pretty like this. Good mmm- good boy. More. Just like that. Can I- fuck-” Kells couldn't finish his sentence so he tested the waters with a gentle push. When his Alpha choked and whined through his nose he couldn't help but groan.
Dom didn't know how to say yes, he couldn't seem to make himself pull off. Instead he rolled his gaze up to meet the other's and tried one small nod. When Colson just watched him he huffed softly and patted his hair before letting his mouth go slack. He might have been mostly virginal but he wasn't daft- normally- and he was desperate to let his omega to fuck his face.
Kells cursed under his breath and thanked whatever part of the universe blessed him with such a weird ass Alpha. As his fingers tangled in the boy's messy hair he caught his psycho bitch wink. “Ya know I was almost scared I'd miss pussy with you. But look at that fucking mouth. Already a slut. Taste good don't it?” He asked as he wrapped his long legs around Dom's chest.
The first thrust was careful and the Alpha rolled his eyes, but something warm and safe was happening in his mind. He could trust the man underneath him and he wanted his mate to feel comfortable with him too. Somewhere deep inside his mind he wanted to be used. It felt akin to when he finally let go and let his urges win. He was surrendering to Col's needs completely and it felt like the other side of the coin to his darker edge. He could be used for destruction and that's all he was used to but he could also play fuck doll to his mate and help the man through his fears.
Dom was too up in his head but with every tug of his hair he was sinking deeper and losing his train of thought. What the fuck was happening? What magic did Kells have over him? Slick smeared against his chest and the scent was intoxicating, he felt baptized anew in his mate's need. Colson's mouth never stopped and it almost made it Alpha blush. He'd never felt so complimented and debased. “Perfect fucking mouth. Shit- gonna- yeah, just like that. Hold your breath?” He barely warned before Dominic was choking on his dick. He didn't ask and he didn't retreat when the boy turned pink.
Col was in heaven, his nerves were washed away on a rush of wanttakeneed. Dom's throat was spasming, his body fighting for air, but the fucker trusted Kells so completely he knew he could let him pass out and he'd be thanked for the deed. It felt like too much power for one man, the thought of a leashed Yungblud, but the omega's favorite thing was control of a deadly weapon and power to do whatever the fuck he wished. For just a moment he wondered how he got so damn lucky but that too drifted away as he watched plush lips nearly kiss his inked skin. “Almost. Al- fucking hell- such a good bitch.”
Dom preened internally as his head went dizzy but he kept his lips tightly sealed. He hadn't meant to let the other man finish so soon but he knew the telltale signs. The taste of precum coated his tongue and the weight in his mouth was twitching. His own cock was throbbing so hard that he thought he might pass out but for the moment everything felt secondary. His fight or flight said he could die but the Alpha in him purred happily. His head tingled where his hair was pulled but pride welled in his chest when his lips met skin. ���Fuck- oh god look at you- fucking-” Something must have worried his omega because Colson's voice went thready and he started to try and pull out. Dom tried to growl and press closer and his throat swallowed hard. “Fuck!”
Kells tried to be nice, he felt frantic as pleasure zinged up his spine but crimson eyes met his and he felt a chill at what he saw. It was Dom but… not. Somehow it didn't frighten him and instead just pushed him closer to that edge. When the bastard refused to move he couldn't help what happened next.
When white heat choked the Alpha his mate finally pulled him off. The last few drops landed on his tongue and he savored his lover's flavor as he panted for breath and grinned like the Cheshire cat down at his fucked out lover. As he waited for Col to regain his ability to speak he couldn't help but be drawn to the soft wet place between those long spread legs. The scent was so intense it felt like it was all he could breath or taste. It was thick on his tongue like he'd already licked and he wondered if now his mate might allow…
Colson jumped at the feeling of hot breath over his slippery wet folds and he felt himself clench tight around nothing. He didn't slam his legs closed but it was a near thing, if letting Dom blow him was a big step this was a jump over the damn grand canyon. “Fuck are you-” He stopped himself from being mean, this was exactly what the boy was supposed to do. He wasn't even doing anything yet, just breathing Col in. Fucking weirdo. He could almost see himself falling in love with him. Shit.
“You smell like sex.” Dom growled, his voice rough and scratchy and dripping desire. It made the omega's breath catch in his chest. He did that damage to the killer.
“Duh.” He huffed simply, his mind barely online. The bastard had just blown his mind, wasn't he supposed to find his own release? Was Dom ever selfish? He couldn't be the only demanding one, it might make him spoiled. Or worse... Make him think he needed to be nice.
“I'd like to taste you.” The Alpha tried to purr. It was a simple request that felt monumental.
“You just did.” Kells knew he was being a dick, his lover was being patient and calm and it bothered something in the older man. Maybe if he just fucking took but no, he was forcing Col to give consent at every turn. “What do you want?”
The question reminded Dom of their first time. He'd held the man down and demanded he give him explicit permission. If his mate wanted to play that game… “To taste ya cunt while I play wiv me’self. Wanna put me tongue inside you as deep as I can and preferably make you squirt on me face.”
The Alpha held such strong eye contact through his whole spiel that by the time he was done and licking his pillow lips of any remnant of cum and his own blood, all Kells could say was- “Oh.” He couldn't answer aloud, his heart was racing and the bastard was choking him right back with his own speeding pulse stuck in his throat. What he could do was grip the pillow next to him and hold it against his chest but Dom took that too and tossed it aside.
“Fuck tha’. I wanna ‘ear you scream.”
“Cocky fuck.”
Dom just smirked and swiped his fingers through the mess of slick on his chest before he flicked his tongue obscenely around them to prove his point. Maybe he had a reason to be cocky. “Is there anything on you not weirdly perfectly sized for porn?”
Dom snorted a laugh and choked on his own digits but the human moment soothed a little of the raging nerves in Colson's chest. “Look in a mirror luv.”
Kells shrugged but he couldn't snark back as his Alpha started to move in again. Their eyes locked as his breath hit wet skin and when the omega didn't move to stop him again he let himself relax. With the first taste he knew nothing could ever compare. He had no idea what he was doing but he let himself take it slow and explore. The tip of his tongue traced blushed quivering wet skin from the omega's ass to his balls. Occasionally he let himself slip between and circle his hole but mostly he was just learning the shape of his mate and what made him whimper. It wasn't long before the man's legs were trembling and threatening to close around his head.
Where Col had been a mouthy bitch about his cock this felt different. He didn't know what he liked and he couldn't direct the boy anywhere. His inner walls spasmed every time Dom teased, his tongue nearly dipping inside over and over. The omega had never even played with himself besides the night he met the younger man and he didn't think that counted. Of course he liked his g-spot touched, that felt like a given, but Dom just wouldn't go inside. He shook when the boy sealed his lips against his hole and sucked before the fucker pulled back and spit pink tinged slick into his palm. Kells watched with round eyes as Dom wiggled his hand under himself and when that tell tale sticky wet sound hit his ears he knew he turned pink.
The Alpha groaned and pulled back enough to speak. Everything felt overwhelming and he knew he wouldn't last long but he needed to check in. The difference in his mate was too stark. “Wha’ you need?”
“I don't know.” Col whispered honestly. “It feels-” He flushed hotter but he couldn't finish the compliment. “Deeper?”
Dominic nodded and fought his deep aching need to shove his cock where it belonged. He wouldn't be like that, they had to learn each other first, but fuck it was hard to battle instincts. “Can I go inside?”
“With what?” The fear was immediate but he trusted Dom. It was a knee jerk reaction he knew they could overcome.
“Me tongue. Tha's all. Or you could touch ya’self?” Somehow his pride wasn't wounded that he might not make his lover scream. He knew they had time to find out what drove each other wild. This was about so much more than that. This was about making his mate feel loved- something Dom had never tried to do before. He'd never built trust in that way or cared to connect. So much was so new to them both.
The butterflies in Colson's stomach threatened to make him sick but the need rushing through him was stronger. He could see his own desire dripping down the Alpha's face. He wasn't ready to touch himself again, that felt too close to admitting what he was which admitted what grew between them- literally- but he could admit something he wanted. “Show me your dick. Sit back.”
Dom's brow arched but of course he obeyed. He settled back on his ankles and inched closer as Kells spread his legs. They both froze for a moment when the shiny pink tip of Dom's cock brushed his folds. It was an accident but they both felt wetter at the touch. “Fuck m’sorry.” The boy muttered but Col could tell it was just as torturous for the younger man as it was for him to keep their puzzle pieces from slotting together. Shit, why were they being careful?
“Why aren't we fucking again? It's not like I can get more-” He stopped himself short and grit his teeth but he knew the fucker read between the lines by the smile on his face. “Would you just shut the fuck up and put something inside me before I make you?” He felt the mistake as he said it and his heart dropped but his lover just shook his head as if to say it was okay. He caught the slight fall of a smile though and it made his heart ache. Here Dom was trying so hard to be careful of his limits and he just bulldozed over his. Fuck.
Dominic wondered if everyone had to be so careful, if all sex was a journey of learning each other. He didn't think so, he was pretty sure they were just a special matching set of mental issues but he wouldn't let it mess anything up between them. When he caught the shine of tears in his omega's eyes he let go of his cock and moved to crawl over him. For just a moment he didn't even notice how close they were again. He was too concerned about Col’s emotional state. Could he start blaming hormones yet or was it all on him? He supposed either way it was his fault. “‘Ey, you okay. Did I do summat wrong?” His voice was soft and rasped but Colson just scoffed.
“Did you? Fuck you. You have to tell me when I push it. We literally just talked about this shit. I'm sorry.” Kells sniffled but the pretty bastard just grinned. It was like he wasn't used to anyone caring. Maybe he wasn't. Fuck.
“We good. You can make me do whatever you want. Use me. I trust you.” At Dom's soft words Colson gasped, those three little words were almost worse than the others. Didn't he just prove he couldn't be trusted to censor himself? “‘Ey, stop tha’. Can feel ya brain. Be nice.” He huffed, pressing a still bloody and slick wet kiss to Col’s lips. Another. His cum covered tongue swiped across the seam of his lips and the next noises between them were soft whimpers.
Kells pulled the younger man flush against him and when he felt his lover's cock ghost his folds again his hips bucked up to chase him. They were both so wet they slipped against each other but Dom was still trying to hold himself back. Col threw his leg around the boy’s waist and tried grinding his core against the ridge of his Alpha's knot. As their tongues met and their breathing sped he kept inching closer to what they both so obviously needed.
“I were trying to wait.” Dom panted and Colson answered by biting his lower lip and sucking it between his own. “I- we shouldn't. Not yet.” His voice was as broken as he felt. The feel of Col’s hot wet cunt was too much. The omega made it to the tip of his dick, his hole catching and waiting there. It was torture. It was too much. It wasn't like the sociopath was good at self control.
“Are you waiting for me or for you?” Colson's voice was trembling as much as his body and his desire burned in his belly like fire. The look of need Dom gave him was a beautiful sight but he felt the man struggling against himself.
Dominic took a loud breath, something more akin to a groan. “Boff. You.” He admitted, he was having trouble remembering why though.
“And if I need more?”
“Fucking ‘ell-” The words were choked out as the Alpha released the last of his self control and their bodies moved fast in tandem. Dom bucked up and Colson thrust down and their shared breath sounded almost like a shout.
Kells didn't berate his shaking mate for his size or anything else. For once he couldn't find anything to complain about. The stretch was intense and overwhelming but somehow still felt exactly where they belonged. Dom’s arms wrapped tight around him as their sweat wet bodies slid against each other in a sticky loud mess. There wasn't an inch between them and Dom barely pulled out before rocking back in.
It felt slow and desperate, their holds tight and bodies weak for each other. It wasn't a push-pull but they met in the middle and their gazes never left the other except to blink away sweat. They couldn't kiss anymore, they could barely breathe. They just held on and swayed together as their pleasure built closer to release.
Every catch of Dom's crown against his spot had Colson nearly breaking, there was a knot of heat in his belly pulling tight and putting pressure where he wasn't used to it yet. The Alpha was going to get what he wanted but it wouldn't be on his face. “I'm-” He tried to speak but he couldn't and thankfully his mate seemed to understand.
“Please?” Dom was so close it ached but he wanted to watch his lover's pleasure and it was as if Kells had been waiting for just that word. His golden eyes went wide and his lips parted on a gasp. His body trembled in the Alpha's hold as he came for the man just as he asked. He could feel his own need rushing through his veins but he tried to keep his forming knot from slipping inside as Col gushed for him and made the slide so fucking smooth.
“P-please?” The omega pleaded right back, his leg tightening behind Dom's back.
“But the b-” He didn't get to finish his worry before his mate was grinding them tight. They shared a breathy moan as their bodies locked together and Dom’s cock jerked hard as he filled his lover's womb somehow fuller.
“Shut the fuck up.” Col teased, trying to kiss his boy into submission. It wasn't like they could separate without damage.
“Pushy bastard.”
“You love it.”
And even though it confused everything inside the sociopath, he knew his mate was correct. He didn't just love it, he loved Colson. He loved his mate. He wisely kept the revelation to himself, they both liked his knot too much to risk the man trying to pull away. “Eh. Maybe.” He teased instead and they shared a strangely gentle kiss for two normally rough men.
Author's Note/Tags: @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @fenoy7 @cole-way-iero28 if anyone wants tagged let me know 🖤
So I'm not sure this is up to my usual standards but I'm pretty sick today so I hope it's okay. I love them being needy and gentle though. I honestly thought they would just play but Kells was insistent they do more 🤭 I hope you enjoyed it! 💣🖤
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𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵𝓭𝓾𝓼𝓽
ps. its very roughly edited
Synopsis:
Colson's jacket wrapped around him like a cloud of smoke its scents blended into his own and finally he smelt home.
Then they ran.
Down the pathway, over the barriers, and through the crowd that split; a hallway just for them.
They kept running though. Way past the cameras and the cars and the dimly lit streets of shops long closed.
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They ran until roads turned from grey dust to blades of wet grass spilled mud onto their shoes.
And somewhere along that track their hands had clasped together. Knuckles glew white their grip only tightening when Dom's foot tumbled over the pothole. They held on until rain turned to a sprinkle and then trickled to nothing at all.
That’s when they finally stopped running.
Colson’s face looked up at the sky, and Dom looked at the way it glowed under the moonlight.
He didn’t dare let his eyes drift down as he took in the way the rapper lit his cigarette. Front left pocket, two shakes, a flick of a thumb opening the top with the Newport sign.
This was when he shifted his gaze from the blanket of stars and onto the pack of smokes in his hand, lifting it up and using the thumb to guide one up to his lips. The other tightened their hold on Dom’s hand for a moment longer before letting it fall from his grip.
Dom’s eyes fell then too, head dipping down as he tried to breathe in the fleeting scent of the jacket and the moments before that suddenly felt ephemeral at best.
Dom barely registered the click click and the sound of the flame coming to life, only looking up in time to see colson breathe out a cloud of smoke and close his eyes to the stars.
He looked like an angel then. head turned to the stars, golden hair shone against the night, moonlight turned smoke clouds blue and folded them into wings for only moments before they vanished yet again.
Inches away he could almost taste him. The liquor on his lips and the cologne against his neck that had faded with droplets of rain and sweat which only made his shirt cling tighter against his body and his skin glow in the dim light.
He fought his urge to keep looking.
“the moon looks lovely tonight”
His eyes were still closed.
He wished he said more.
And the same words echoed in the younger man’s head.
“Can I kiss you?”
Colson's gaze shifted down from the skies and finally met Dom’s own. Eyes closed shut, he had drifted, disappearing into his thoughts all fogging up into clouds of Dom that for just an instant he forgot he was standing right there beside him.
And he had asked if he could kiss him. Or had he just imagined that?
“What?” he spoke so lightly, words barely touching the night air and he held his breathe as he prayed he’d heard right.
“ca- it doesn’t- I’m sorry” Dom mustered up and chuckled expressionlessly at the ground.
Of course it mattered. And sorry was a stupid thing to say. It was a little better than repeating his previous words which would have been the more foolish route since Colson had obviously given him an easy out.
He wished that he could’ve just shut the fuck up and let his mind think things through for once without letting his emotions spill over.
Dom was surprised, to say the least when he felt the ground shift between the two and dirty chuck taylors edged closer with each step.
It was only a matter of time before slender fingers brushed over his cheekbones and soon a gentle hand combed away clumps of blue hair and red from his face still damp from the rain. The metal rings landed burning against his skin when Colson traced his thumb along his jawline and finally looked up into the icy blues of the man before him.
He took in his last puff of smoke, cigarette bud burning to a finish somewhere in the space between them. But neither cared much about that as Dom’s lip grazed over Colson sucking the smoke out from his lips before watching it disappear into the night air as he breathed out.
“so what did you say before”
The sudden rush of confidence left him all too soon and Dom was nervous all over again.
“what do you mean?”
he breathed in only Colson
“you know, the thing, that you overcorrected”
“I didn’t overcorrect anything”
“I actually believe you did”
They spoke in only whispers now so that even in the empty field not even the trees would hear their midnight mumbles.
They breathed the same breath, faces so close their noses touched and with stardust in their eyes they took each other in. and it was then Dom felt ready to repeat those words again.
“Can I kiss you?”
“See I thought you said that the first time”
“fuck off”, Colson couldn’t help his smirk from turning into a smile. Or at least he hoped it was a smile and didn’t look like the giggly grin of a girl on her first date because if he could describe what he was feeling inside that about explained it.
He wondered if Dom could hear his heartbeat. Or feel it radiating from the palm of his hand onto the curve of his jaw or a sharp sizzling to the soft stubble against his cheek. Colson was just moments away from kissing Dom when his stubbornness inevitably took the best of him.
He had asked if he could kiss Colson.
He would wait.
At least that’s what he told himself as he let his thumb retrace their steps over the younger man’s face. His touch lingered when he reached his lips seconds longer before letting his finger slip inside.
A moment was all I took, merely, a few glances . And then Dom was moving a final step closer and pushing his finger two knuckles deeper. He could only let out a shaky breath and watch as the smirk found itself on the lips of the boy below him.
lips wrapped around Colson’s thumb pushing up from the base and licking up to the top knuckle and biting down, hard.
He only had time to let out a wince before a warm tongue circled around the bite mark smoothing over the pain.
His brain was clouded, again, with the thoughts of this boy, except this time he let himself imagine the things he wanted to do to him. Time seemed to go by both too slowly and all too fast, minutes turned into hours and into barely split seconds all at once. He only half hoped his friend didn’t notice how hard he was for him already.
Dom let the finger fall from his lips with a pop and pretended not to notice the string of spit that connected the two, but he remembered the way it made Colson gaze down at it with his mouth ajar.
Pushing up on his toes, Dom closed the remaining distance between the two.
and he tasted just like heaven.
ao3
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“What do you wanna do now, pretty boy?” Colson asked, hand tightening around Dom just a little. He could feel the slightly rough fabric underneath his fingers when they brushed Dom's arm, preferring the softer, almost silky fabric of the rest of the outfit. Suddenly, he was highly aware of the whole outfit again which in this case meant a short black dress with some lace and a see-through, long-sleeved, black tulle shirt underneath.
After a slightly crazy night in a strange club, one thing leads to another.
#anywayyy... I just wanna see something I'll probably delete this post later 😅#mgk fanfic#yungblud fanfic#rpf#colson/dom#my fics
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totally agree that mod is giving dom vibes. he's got that intense look on his face that he didn't really have before when he was his hippie blonde self. i feel like him + col used to resemble each other so much and now mod is like in his own lane. HOT
I’m so glad more people are finally seeing his hott ness lol I loooove writing him but my mid fics don’t get nearly as much love as my Colson fics . I actually have an old Mod fic that’s like 75% done in my drafts I might have to change it from hippie mod hair to black haired Mod and finally finish it! Also I’ve been wondering how the new dom look would look with some chest hair 😏 He had chest hair in some of his hippie era and it fit the vibe , but then went clean shaven for the short bleach blonde era, but I’m just saying I wouldn’t be mad if he brought it back for this new look.
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Interlude written by @xbloody-valentinex
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#post again because Tumblr deleted 🙄#STOP TO DELETE MY FRIEND'S FIC#yungblud#machine gun kelly#dominic harrison#colson baker#com#dom and colson fic#dom and colson
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Did someone say dom/colson romeo and juliet fic? Because my brain read that and thought yessss, this is what we will think about for the next few days. This thing only.
So theres two families right, the EST who have been around forever, titles passed down through generations where violence is the answer to most questions and the symbols are splashed across clothes and weapons. Its a family as much as its a gang.
Then theres the BHC, a younger group, a family of misfits that never fit in anywhere but the here and now. The violence is quieter, stealthy in the way that people dont pay attention enough to care. The tattoos are dark and well known by those around them.
The two families were friends once, generations ago before the current war started. Generations of hurt and violence all twist in the veins of these families until they cant bare the sight of one another.
Until now.
Theres a party.
Theres music and alcohol and faces blurred by neon lights that hide everyones looks as well as their intentions.
Theres hidden kisses and gasped breathes and then one of them being dragged away by friends who hiss in their ears that they are the enemy. Be gone, away from this trouble. Then confusion and sadness but also hope because whats one without the other, right?
And then other stuff but srsly, my braaaain wants more *grabbyhands*
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Words: 1,730
Fandom: Machine Gun Kelly/Yungblud
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Colson Baker/Dom Harrison
Characters: Colson Baker and Dom Harrison
Summary: Colson and Dom have gone way past just being friends. Do they take that leap or not?
Preview: The house was quiet. Something that was a rare occurrence where Colson resided with Rook, Slim and Baze. Each of Colson’s three roommates had been gone for the past couple of days, choosing other places to be. It suited Dom just fine because it meant Colson’s attention was solely on him.
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the hills have eyes
plot ↬ being attracted to one overwhelming person known as yungblud is alresdy too much for you. adding mgk in the mix is even worse.
warnings ↬ there’s tension here yes yes, smut!! threesome!! fingering & handjobs, writing colson is so fun i didn’t realize how hot he was lol 😳, hint at something going on between colson & dom, dom & reader like each other, maybe a pt 2?
a/n ↬ i know y’all have been wanting this for the LONGEST, and it’s easily my most requested fic. enjoy it!
When you left college with a degree in music production, you never would’ve expected to land in the studio of Yungblud, a young but upcoming artist with his own charm to set him apart from the rest. He was easily the most hyperactive artist you’ve worked with, someone with a truly pure heart that cared deeply for his music and his fans. It was a breath of fresh air, because out of all the artists you’ve worked with—big and small, you don’t think you’ve ever come across someone so genuine.
It was almost fate how you went from being in the studio with him every other week to nearly every day. He loved your presence; you made him see things differently, made him hear things he had never heard before. You made him feel smarter, more experienced.
A friendship blossomed. It was nice, because you didn’t have that many friends when you left college. Dominic introduced you to other people too, such as his band mate Adam, and they adored you. You were the calm before the storm of Dominic in their eyes. You balanced each other out, like some rock n’ roll version of a Yin and Yang.
Before you would hang out in groups. You, Dominic, and maybe a few other friends attending concerts or going to a restaurant together. You liked it—these people knew you and liked you, and you felt like you had a place.
You didn’t know when the... shift started. When it started becoming just you, and Dominic. When he texted you if you wanted to hang out at his place, (not a date or anything, just hanging out lol 🖤). When you still saw your friends, but you were seeing Dominic’s face more and more.
But you knew as soon as that started happening, that the feelings you had for Dominic—as a friend and as a partner, started becoming way too deep way too fast.
And honestly? It scared you. Your last relationship was in college and that didn’t go so well because you both had different outlooks on how you wanted to continue your life. You weren’t ever a relationship type of person and barely found yourself developing fucking crushes on people.
But you were crushing on Dominic. Hard.
As cliche as it sounds, being around him gave you literal butterflies. Seeing texts from him made you smile, and when his arms wrapped around you and he looked at you with all his teeth out, his eyes clenched shut—God. You were falling, and you were falling hard.
That was, until, Colson came into the mix.
You liked some of his music. You weren’t a big fan of “MGK”, and only really knew about him because of the whole beef he had with Eminem. You remembered that one song—fucking Wild Boy, being played in a few clubs and parties during college, but you didn’t have any liking towards him.
But... wow. He and Dominic together were a force to be reckoned with.
Colson was a good person. A loving father and a talented individual—not to mention he was also fucking hilarious too. Having him around in the studio guaranteed no bad days, because he could also make you feel better with a corny joke or a funny assortment of curse words.
You liked him, over time. Not to mention he was drop dead gorgeous, tall and tatted and pierced and just... fuck. It would be a lie if you said you weren’t intimidated by his presence.
But in reality, he was a sweetheart. A gentleman.
So why did you start feeling butterflies for him too?
Having a crush on two people just seemed so out of this world to you that you didn’t even understand it. It made no sense. You and Dominic had known each other longer, and you weren’t dumb—you knew he liked you back. But with Colson.. you didn’t know if those butterflies were in your stomach, or if they were somewhere were they definitely, definitely shouldn’t fucking be.
You were good at controlling yourself when it came to these two. It had been a few weeks since you’ve met Colson and two months since you met Dominic. They were working on music together—a song, that they didn’t know what to title yet, and you were right there, helping them with everything.
This also meant that they were together. All. Of. The. Time.
Having two extremely attractive men, men that you were also extremely attracted too together all the time was going to be very bad for your health. But all three of you had a main goal at the end of the day, and that was to make a song together. They wanted to make a song that pertained to them, that took both of their struggles and related them to each other. Being Dominic’s right-hand-man at this point, you were more than happy to oblige in helping.
But you just didn’t know what you were getting yourself into.
“Maybe some shit that’s like, kinda emo, kinda not?”
“Kells, man... you need to /make/ that make sense.”
You can’t help the laugh that leaves you, smiling when both of their heads turn towards you.
“Y’all are just cute when you bicker.”
“Y/NNNNN,” Colson whines a little, his arms stretching to drape over your body. God, he has so many tattoos that you couldn’t possibly count them on your two hands and feet. “Help us. I’ve never been this stuck on a song.”
“Well, a mix of punk and rap, right?” You asked, humming as you scoot up to your monitor, going through a list of sample beats you always stored when songs were being made.
“That sounds ‘bout right,” Dominic spoke, both of his elbows being placed on his knees as he looked up at you. “Think that’s a perfect mix of us two, yeah?”
You picked out some beats—layering some, taking some away. While this process could be therapeutic to you, it could be also quite annoying, and it would’ve been if it wasn’t for the two grown men looming over your shoulder.
“What about this one,” you almost jumped as you heard Colson right near your ear, his voice powered into a whisper. He reached over you, his skin brushing against yours and you had to force yourself to look at the screen. Jesus Christ, you really needed to get laid. “How’s that?”
“‘ts good. I like it fo’ now!” Dominic joked, and a laugh rumbled in you stomach. “If we don’t like it, we could always change it tomoro or somethin’.”
“Okay, well, beats settled... now we need some lyrics.” you spoke, backing up a little—you would’ve backed up farther if Colson’s arm wasn’t on the back of your chair. “Got any?”
Silence. You rolled your eyes—you had told them days prior to come with lyrics. Nothing had to rhyme, but something to make an idea off of.
“Too busy clubbing to write lyrics-great.” you huffed, shaking your head as you stood to leave, but two hands reached out to stop you.
“Sorryyy, that’s our fault, really.” Colson spoke, locking eyes with you when you turned to look at the both of them. “Let’s make some together, yeah? All three of us motherfuckers. You know we couldn’t make up good lyrics without you anyway.”
You caved. Goddammit, he was so good at charming you and so good at fucking /flirting/. You found yourself sitting back down with a notebook out in just a few minutes of playful begging from the two of them.
“Since I watched The Hills Have Eyes for the first time yesterday with you two wankstains, I think that should be incorporated into here~” Dominic giggled, scribbling down the title of the infamous horror movie on a piece of notebook paper. “Where did all that shit happen, by the way? New York, Cali, Las Ve-“
“No, dipshit, Nevada. Did you watch the movie at all?” Colson huffed, reaching over to flick Dominic in the center of his forehead, in which the British male playfully bit down on Colson’s finger. The blonde grinned, and your eyebrows furrowed. What the hell?
“Nevada’s by Cali so we’re using California.” Dominic shrugged, scribbling more words down. “How’s... I wunna hide in the hills of California—but these hills have eyes, and I have paranoia?”
It took you a minute but you eventually nodded at it. “If we revise it a little bit then—yeah, that could work!”
“Awesome! Maybe you should get on your shit, Kells.” Dominic teased him, pink tongue pointing out at Colson, and your lips twitched.
“Fuck off.” Colson continued that grin—that little smirk, like they both knew something you didn’t. The day dragged on—more lyrics, more laughing, more inside jokes. By the time the session ended you were exhausted, your head kinda hurt, and you wanted nothing more than to head home and sleep, but Dominic stopped you before you left completely.
“Are you alright?” he asked, your hand in his as he looked at you with slight worry. His hair was pushed back, so he looked just too adorable with his forehead out and crinkled. He was worried. Worried about you, and that made your heart flutter.
“I think I’m good, just a little tired,” you offered a reassuring smile, lifting your bag up to your shoulder. “Why?”
“You seemed a little out of it,” he remarked, keeping your hand in his as he started to walk next to you. This was normal—Dominic walking you out to your car, then watching you drive to your apartment after he gave you a kiss goodbye, of course; some of them were on your forehead, some cheeks, and most recently, he’s teasingly brushed his lips against yours, only to see you blush and frantically push him away. “Just making sure you’re alright.”
“I’ll be okay, Dom,” you snicker, but you just love the fact that he can see through you. See when you’re uncomfortable or feel weird. “Thanks, though.”
“Of course darlin’,” his voice has dropped in volume and when you look at him, his eyes are boring into yours. You blink. “Drive home safe, yeah?!”
Both of his hands grab your face, squishing your cheeks—and you sputter a laugh as he kisses all over your face. Covering your forehead, your nose, your cheeks—and finally resting at your lips.
It’s like time has stopped. You smile, feeling warm—his hands haven’t left your face and you can feel his warm breath against your mouth. He leans in closer, and you feel that familiar thrum in your chest, his lips brushing against yours one, two, three times, before he only pecks you and pulls away.
You don’t even remember closing your eyes, but when they open, he’s walking back into the building, leaving you feeling lost.
To make it up for you for yesterday, the dynamic duo wanted to spend the entire day getting a good portion of the song done. This meant you had to wake up at nine am to be at the studio, something you were definitely not looking forward to, but you couldn’t complain about it. You three had a pretty good work ethnic, so you knew once you would get there, time would probably fly by.
You came to the studio in some fuzzy Hello Kitty pajama pants and a long sleeved shirt, not bothering to dress up too much since you would possibly be here all day. You didn’t look your best, but by the way Dominic’s eyes scanned you when you walked into the studio, you doubted he really cared.
“Well hello kitty-kat,” you heard Colson’s amused tone from the small couch by the door behind you, his body approaching yours to walk past you. His hand slipped over your waist, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. “Doesn’t Y/N just look the absolute cutest.”
“Shut up, asshole.” You grumbled, your cheeks hot as you ditched your slippers and made your way to your seat. You stretched, hearing some bones crack in your back, a tired yawn leaving your lips before returning to your sitting position and opening up your notebook. “So. Where are we starting today?”
When you looked up, both of them looked a little dazed—but the expressions disappeared in just a few seconds. That was weird.
“Welllll, I think I’ve got a title,” Dominic grinned cheekily, standing up with his hands clasped. “I liked what ya said yesterday... I think I’m good. That sounds pretty—American, doesn’t it?”
“Eh...” you started, but quickly took it back when Dominic’s face fell almost comically. “No! It’s not bad, but, I don’t know... how about another word, other than good?”
“Fine?” Dominic asked, looking at you with a smirk. Confusion racked through you.
“Okay,” Colson spoke up, reading over the page of lyrics with narrowed, concentrated eyes. “I think I’m okay.”
You contemplated it. It reminded you of My Chemical Romance, but there wasn’t anything wrong with that... their fans would probably like that, too.”
“I think I’m okay. Yeah, I like that.” you smiled, moving to your monitor to title the beats you already had. I Think I’m Okay.
“Perfect.” you beamed. “Now let’s get to work.”
The day went by pretty smoothly. Dominic and Colson worked better than you thought, and in your opinion, you were the icing to their cake. Being a producer meant you were there to perfect things—add something to make them sound just a tad bit better, to make the song flow just a little smoother. Perfecting the beats was something you absolutely adored to do, especially when you felt them both staring at the side of your face as you did it.
They admired you. And that sent shivers down your spine.
“Jesus fuck, ‘m hungry.” you grumbled. The clock above your head read two pm, meaning you had been here for six hours total. It wouldn’t have seemed like that if your stomach wasn’t grumbling like crazy.
“We can tell.” Colson joked, his fingers poking at your tummy. “Kitty’s talking to us.”
You knew it didn’t mean to be an innuendo, but you took it that way, and you’re sure Dominic probably did too with the expression that crossed his face.
“I’ll order some pizza.” Dominic sung out, British accent flowing through the air as he stood to grab his phone and leave. You had been alone with Colson once before, but that was before you recognized your attraction towards the male. Now, you were very, very aware of the fact.
“Cmon kitty, you’ve been sitting in that chair for hours and I know that ass hurts,” Colson smirked knowingly, grabbing your hands to lift you out of your seat. “Lemme help you stretch~”
“I don’t need help, you damn skyscraper.” You said stubbornly, but Colson paid no mind to you, grabbing both of your arms and lifting them above your head. It did make you feel much better, and you would’ve stayed in the position if his long fingers didn’t suddenly dig in your sides and under your armpit.
“I-get off of me!” you laughed loudly, squirming in his tight hold as he squeezed you even closer to his body. You could feel his chest press against your back, but you weren’t focused on it, just how much you were laughing from his antics.
“Hell nah! I’ve barely seen you laugh today, kitty~” he purred into your ear, and your thighs clenched. “Keep on fighting, nothing will happen babe.”
“Fuck you!” you shouted, successfully finding your way out of his grasp, but that didn’t stop him at all. He grabbed you again and while he did so, you were moving backwards—eventually landing you both on the small couch in the room. You wiggled your arms through his grip, letting your fingers dig into his sides in a similar manner—and your smile hurt with how loud he started laughing afterwards. You were sure after the short five minutes the tickle attack took that you were all over the place, and so was he—panting on top of you with both arms over your body.
“You’re an asshole.” you murmured against his shoulder, since his body was draped over yours. You wished it would’ve stayed that way, because he lifted himself, and you turned into jelly with how he looked at you—and that stupid fucking grin that spread across his face.
“Got you to laugh, didn’t I?” he asked, rolling off of you. The warmth that left your body—from your stomach, ribs, and a few inches below your bra, told you that the tickle fight was much, much more than that.
A month had passed since that day. It was more then enough time for more tension filled encounters—more of Colson’s hands on you, more of Dominic’s teasing kisses. It had gotten so bad that you needed to excuse yourself in the middle of a session to calm yourself down in the bathroom, because holy hell. Those boys were a lot—and the fact you had the audacity to think about taking both of them at once. You literally could never.
The song wasn’t that hard to make. With a few more helping hands, plus your expertise and their work as well, it was nearly done. Final vocals just needed to be recorded and some cleans up—and then, I Think I’m Okay would be released to the world.
This Friday would be a night that all three of you would go out clubbing, but you decided to visit the studio to listen to the rough draft the two had recorded previously. You were in matching all black outfits which definitely wasn’t planned. The dress you were wearing was a bit out of your comfort zone, but you decided—why not? You wouldn’t be the only girl there and you knew you looked decent, at least.
“Wow,” you murmur, a little speechless as the rough vocals of I Think I’m Okay fill the studio at full volume. The lights are off because it’s dark, so the only source of light in the room is your monitor. “Wow. We fucked this up.”
“What?!” Dominic shouted, eyes wide. You laughed.
“Not in that way! I mean, we fucked this, in a really good way.” you said, excited, bouncing a little in your seat. “Fuuuck, can’t wait to release this shit.”
Colson’s hand is hot and heavy when you feel it against your thigh, playing with the hem of your dress. “Couldn’t do it without you, kitty.”
You swallow. No, not tonight. You were going to have fun tonight. Not be in a state of sexual frustration because of these two.
“Right,” Dominic hummed, and you freeze when his arm wraps around your waist, his chin on your shoulder. “Y/N, I never really thank ya properly for all you do for me, do I?”
“Huh? Of course you do.” you tell him, but you’re a bit distracted by Colson’s wandering hand. It shifts, moving to the inside of your thigh, rubbing softly at your skin. His thumb is close, too close to your pussy, but you don’t push his hand away, because you don’t want to.
You like it. You want his hand to come closer, just a little closer—
“I don’t,” Dominic whispers, those thick lips brushing against your ear, and you almost jump out of your skin. “I should.”
“Dom...” you whisper nervously, eyes widening when his hand slides to the middle of your back and up your spine, fingers locking at the zipper. The slide of your dress being unzipped goes along perfectly o the tempo of the song, and so does Colson’s molding of your thigh, his hand eventually finding way because your closed legs, pressing right up against your underwear.
“Think the kitty wants me,” Colson sighs huskily, and your jaw drops. Holy fuck. “Am I wrong?”
“Is he?” Dominic presses when you don’t answer, his hand somehow making its way inside your dress, finding its way to your sleeves and yanking them down. Oh, fuck. “Ya want us both, don’t ya darlin’?”
“Oh my god.” is all you can whisper, earning chuckles from both of the men who play so deviously with your body. Colson finds your clit with no help at all, pressing against the little bud, right as Dominic takes both of your breasts out of your bra and palms them hungrily. Two sets of hands touching you makes your head roll back, and you can only comply as one of Colson’s hands presses against your left thigh, spreading your legs open.
“Put your legs on the desk for me, pretty,” he whispers and you do so, heels still on your feet. “Mm, yeah, that’s good—damn, look at you. So fucking hot.”
To your surprise, it seems like Colson is doing most of the talking, since Dominic’s mouth finds itself on one your perked nipples. He sucks it into his mouth, making it all pert and wet and your toes curl against the velvet surface of your shoe.
“When I had you on that couch, I wanted to ram the shit out of you, even if you were wearing those stupid ass pants,” Colson tells you, slipping your panties to the side and dragging his fingers up your slit. You’re almost embarrassed from how wet you sound. “Had to remember the British cunt has a little crush on you, though. Didn’t wanna break his heart.”
“Fuck off, ya asshole.” Dominic’s mouth leaves your breast, cheeks red at the fact that he was just exposed like that. “I was gonna tell her that my fookin self!”
“You’re telling me she didn’t know?” Colson chuckled, one of his hands grabbing your chin to roll your head towards him. “Did you?”
“Mmf—I-I knew,” you murmured helplessly, your back aching as two long, thin fingers push inside of you, spreading themselves. “Always knew.”
“But I like you too, kitty, maybe like you even more than him,” Colson smirks, his mouth pressing against yours, and you bite down on his lip when Dominic bites down against your nipple. “Now we’re both gonna make our girl cum.”
Our girl.
You could cum from those words alone.
Colson’s fingers work magic inside of you, pressing further until you feel lightheaded, then easing themselves out and repeating the process. Dominic’s fingers find your clit, rubbing it quicker then the pink vibrator you used before even getting dressed. Your hands are against both of their thighs as your body grinds down against them, both of their mouths meeting yours at different times, kissing you or letting you moan out against their mouths. I Think I’m Okay plays over and over again with no one to stop it, hiding your loud sounds.
You’re close. So, so close, but you don’t want to cum without giving them some type of pleasure—so, to the best of your ability, you start to unzip their pants, bulges very angry underneath the fabric.
“Ooh, fook yeah,” Dominic whispers, taking his jeans off quickly and wrapping your hand around his cock, going cross eyed at the feeling. “Yeah, jerk my fuckin cock.”
Colson isn’t too far behind in revealing himself. You try to stroke them both, but you’re so overwhelmed that sometimes your pace quickens on one and slows on the other. Their bodies are pressed as tightly as they can be against yours, and sometimes wet fingers find their way against your neck, or grabbing at your chests—with wide open mouths against your face.
“I-I think I’m gonna cum,” your pant out, your hips rolling in circles and your grip on their cocks growing even tighter, causing them to make their own sounds of delight. “So close-“
“Cum, kitty kitty,” Colson tells you, his lips wrapping around your earlobe. “Soak this fucking chair, pretty.”
And that’s exactly what you do.
Dominic busts right after you, feeling your clit spasm against his fingers was enough to send him over the edge. Colson isn’t too far behind, getting extra leverage because of both of your cum covered hands jerking him off until he shoots his seed out as far as it can go. It’s a heavenly sight, and for the first time you hear him whimper—a sound that’ll be engraved in your mind for days.
You three sit there, panting, covered in sweat and cum. You lick your lips, your hearing picking up the two shifting to clean you up and dress you, much to your confusion.
“What? You think you were gonna cum once tonight and that would be it?” Colson chuckled, already helping you out of your chair.
“Just wait till we get to this club,” Dominic continues, his hand tightly groping your ass. “You’re gonna have the night of your fucking life.”
And you’re certain that you will.
#dominic harrison#yungblud#yungblud fanfiction#dominic harrison fanfiction#yungblud imagine#colson baker#mgk#mgk smut#colson baker smut#mgk fanfiction#mgk imagine#mgk x reader#yungblud x reader
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Fanfic tropes I think my three main boys would fall in.
Colson:
Bad boy/good girl.
We have your, standard, he rides a motorcycle, drinks and smokes, says fuck you to authority, is arrested at least one weekend every month for either being the stupid friend in the group or defending the stupid friend in his group.
Double points if in this fic your dad is one of two, the chief of police, or the cities mayor.
Triple points of you wear ‘preppy’ outfits as seen in most teen movies about this trope. Think tessa from after *those movies are horrible like a bad version of fifty shades for 18-20 year olds*
Pete:
Flower shop right next door to a tattoo parlor.
Pete is the main tattooer at the shop next to your new flower store. You often go to his shop to yell at them to turn the music down.
Double points if at some point pete watches you interact with a group of kids on some event your holding and one kid makes him wear a flower crown. And in the course he draws tattoos on the kids.
Triple points if Pete stays after closing to help you clean up and this is where you share your first kiss.
Dom:
Coffee shop AU
You work at a coffee shop in London, it’s a tiny one, not like Starbucks or whatever they have over in London, but just a nice lil coffee house. It’s near Doms house/where he records his albums.
He often goes on coffee runs to your shop, you know him by his floof of hair and happy sleepy voice.
He buys a lot of coffee when it’s crunch time and this is what has you noticing.
One time he doesn’t come in like normal so you bring the coffee to his studio, he told you the address like once when you two were just chatting while you made his coffee orders, and now you finally see the building.
You bring the normal things and a few end of the night baked things.
This is how dom falls head over heels for you.
Double points if you are a soft aesthetic
Thrilled points if your coffee shop doubles as a mini take a book leave a book shop.
This has been Moons guild to her boys in fanfic tropes. Also sorry for not popping stuff out, it’s been a weird few days. Like. I’m still here, still loving my boys. Just not a big writer for whatever reason.
#pete davidson#colson baker#dominic harrison#Yungblud#dominic harrison x reader#yungblud x reader#pete davidson x reader#colson baker x reader
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Hollywood Whore an MGK x Reader x Pete Davidson x Yungblud fic
Summary; Y/n Y/l/N has been friends with Colson and Pete for years even had her first threesome with them. She developed a small crush on the both of them after that but she hurried those feelings and started focusing on her music career. Where she meets Dominic Harrison and changes everything.
CHAPT.1 THE FALLOUT
“WHAT THE FUCK! DO YOU EXCEPT FROM ME COLSON?” I said angrily. “WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN WHAT DO I EXPECT FROM YOU? YOUR LITERALLY WALKING AROUND ACTING LIKE A FUCKING MILLION DOLLAR WHORE!” Kells says angrily. “Guys,calm down we can talk about this!” Dom says trying to reason with you two. “Dude,we just gotta let them have it out. I know this sucks but afterwards the fallout will lead to a great ending.” Pete says nonchalantly giving a weak smile. “WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN A MILLION DOLLAR WHORE? HOW THE FUCK AM I ACTING LIKE A WHORE? WHEN ALL YOU DO IS SLEEP WITH GROUPIES YOU NEVER SETTLE DOWN! YOU FUCKING PLAYED TOMMY LEE AND LET THAT SHIT GET TO YOUR HEAD!” I said super angry now. .“FUCKING PLEASE YOU LITTERALLY ARE HOMIE HOPPING LIKE NO OTHER! MAKE UP YOUR MINE DO YOU WANT ME,PETE OR DOM?”Kells yelled loudly. “I FUCKING CAN’T!” Y/n said voice cracking.
“WHY THE FUCK DO YOU THINK I KEEP GOING BACK AND FORTH BETWEEN YOU THREE! I KNOW IT’S SO FUCKING FUCKED UP BUT I LOVE ALL THREE OF YOU AND I CAN’T CHOOSE AND I’VE BEEN SECRETLY HOPING AND PRAYING FOR YEARS THAT YOU AND PETE MAYBE WOULD FEEL THE SAME I HINTED AT IT FOR SO LONG AND THEN I GAVE UP AND STARTED FOCUSING ON MY CAREER BECAUSE I HAD TO DO SOMETHING AND THEN I MET DOM AND-!”I was cut off by a hug gfrom Kells. “GET THE FUCK OFF ME,KELLS AND LET ME FINISH!” I said pushing Kells off me and wiping my tears with my hand. “AND THEN WHEN I MET DOM I DIDN’T KNOW WHAT TO DO BECAUSE I CAUGHT FEELINGS FOR ANOTHER PERSON THAT I THOUGHT PROBABLY WOULDN’T FEEL THE SAME WAY AS I DID FOR THEM AND FUCK-!”I cut myself off to let out a sob. “When someone finally should that they had feelings for me back my heart lurched for them,because for so long I’ve been wanting at least one of you to feel the same and when one of you did my heart swelled but still feels empty because the other two don’t feel the same.” I said in between sobs. “Y/n,what’s with all of this about Me and Kells not feeling the same about you and hell even Dom. We never said we didn’t or did because you never asked.” Pete states soothingly while wrapping an arm around me. “Yeah, we’re genuinely sorry about making you feel like this and I think I can speak for all three of us when I say that we all for the same way for you and eachother.” Kells said feeling guilty about the previous things he said. “Well,you wankers where do we go from here!” Dom says smirking. “You boys owe me dinner and Kells I owe you an apology about what I said before.” Y/n says sheepishly. “Your forgiven.” Kells says snickering. “So does this mean we’re all dating or...”Dom question. “If you guys are game I’m game.” Kells says kissing Dom’s cheek. “Well in that case who’s big spoon?” I said smirking.
Sometimes great beginnings have to start with a huge fallout.
I hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter of Hollywood Whore and don’t worry that’s not the last juicy argument they’ll have.
Tag list; @triplexdoublex @yungbludz @cosmicbash
#mgk x pete#mgk x black reader#mgk x reader#mgk smut#pete davidson x reader#poly fics#pete davidson imagine#dominic harrison#yungblud#yungblud x reader
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After watching that video I thought of something could u imagine colson pulling u up on stage and he asked u to do something and u diddnt maybe cuz u was to shy or something and he goes 100% into dom mode. I've seen clips where he would bring fans on stage and get a little dominant with them
FUUUCK I’m in love with this. If yall ever wonder why full fic comes out few and far between its cause I have so much fun with theseee
Please send me videos of him being dominant on stage with fans.
Okay, so.
You were sat in the middle of and mgk concert, front row. You wouldn’t be surprised if your eyes were popping out of your head as you stared up at him, slipping his shirt over his head to combat the heat that had been building for the past half hour.
“Choke me daddy!” You yell, your bestfriend smacking you on the arm and laughing. You look away to smile at her for a second before returning your attention to the tall boy on the stage. You’re taken aback as you’re met with the view of him crouched infront of you on the edge of the stage, the other girls in the crowd reaching up to pull on his pants.
He pulls you up on stage your eyes never leaving his as you climb up, standing awkwardly next to him
“Whats your name?” He asks, offering you the mic. Your voice gets caught in your throat, looking back into the crowd to look at your friend for reassurance. She offers a thumbs up, laughing at your embarrassment.
“Don’t look at her, look at me. Whats your name?”
“Y/N” you whisper, a small laugh following
“Nahh,” he laughs “Dont be acting shy now. Repeat that shit. Here.” He says, shoving his mic into your face. Your hands come up to cover your face, hiding the flush that comes over your cheeks. You hadn’t expected him to hear you, and now you were stood infront of thousands of people being confronted by him.
He moved your hands from your face, you look back to your friend on instinct and he tangles his fingers into your hair, forcing your view back to him.
“Say it.”
“Choke me.” You repeat, your voice echoing throughout the room, amplified by the mic. The eye contact only intensifies the nervous feeling in your stomach, Colson licks his lips and nods, his hand coming up to wrap around your neck. You gulp, your eyes faltering for a moment before returning to his. He leans down, lips connecting with your own in a rough, messy kiss. He traps your bottom lip between his own, pulling away and bringing it with him, your lip making a small slapping sound as it falls back in place.
“Yeah, Imma choke you alright.” He says, a small ingenuine laugh slipping past his lips “Get on your knees.” he demands. He isn’t focusing so much on speaking into the mic for all to hear as he is speaking directly to you, so it’s unclear how much the rest of the crowd could hear. All they knew was that they saw you lower yourself onto your knees and his hand coming to the back of your head, shoving your face into his lap.
The redness of your cheeks was evident as you looked up at him, his hand coming up to rest on your cheek.
“You wanna talk your shit but can’t handle the real me, tuh.” You really didn’t know what came over you, but when he said this, in front of everyone, so cocky and confident in himself, so sure you couldn’t possibly handle someone like him... It just pissed you off so much.
Your eyes turn from nervous and innocent to confident and angry, you were gonna prove him wrong. Your mind flipped through your options, you weren’t confident enough in yourself to do something like stand up (well, really at all) and grind on him, so instead you just bury your face in his lap once again, figuring if you were gonna be embarrassed and haunted by this moment for the rest of your life you might aswell make the most of it. You turn your head from side to side, smothering your face in his dick as he smirks down at you, licking a stripe up his midriff, suckling on each of his red X tattoos. You refused to break eye contact, determined to prove to him he was something you could handle. That he was wrong. That you had no reason to be embarrassed. You were confident and sexy and maybe, just maybe, he wouldn’t be able to handle you.
He turns you around, pressing his clothed bulge into you so you can feel just how turned on he is, grinding into you. You begin to shake your ass against him bit as if you were fucking back against him, his hand coming down to deliver a harsh slap to your ass.
“Get the fuck off my stage.” he says, thrusting into you, knocking you off the edge.
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Blood And Water
anon: Hey! I just read your guidelines and I was thinking if you could do a fic in which the reader is Dom's sister and she kinda doesn't like Colson that much because she thinks he is going to "corrupt" her baby brother? Idk, just it can go anyway you want, I'd like to see this hate/love relationship between the two
a/n: it kind of turned out platonic but i still really like it and i hope you do too :)
wc: 4k
Knocking was the last thing on his mind as Colson opened the door. Dom said the first door next to the stairs, but there was one on the left and one on the right. How was he supposed to know which one it was supposed to be?
“Hey!” You yelled out, scrambling to cover yourself with a towel. “You ever heard of knocking?”
“Ah!” Colson quickly covered his eyes as he backed out. “Sorry, sorry!” He closed the door and let out a deep breath.
“Shit.” He mumbled to himself as he walked over to Dom’s bedroom, the one to the left. He grabbed a phone charger from the nightstand and dashed back downstairs. Upon seeing his friend on the couch, he let out a laugh. “Didn’t tell me you had a girlfriend.”
“What?” Dom looked up at Colson as he jumped over the last few steps on the stairs. “What girlfriend?”
“The girl upstairs?” Colson said, plopping down next to Dom.
“Oh no, man.” Dom laughed. “That’s not my girlfriend, that’s y/n.”
“y/n?”
Before Dom could explain, you came down the stairs. Fully dressed, Colson noted. You didn’t even glance towards the couch and headed straight to the kitchen. You grabbed a glass of water from the cupboard and looked over the island to where they were all sitting in the living room. “Dom, who the fuck just walked in on me naked?”
Colson grimaced and raised his hand slightly. “That would be me.”
“You walked in on her naked?!” Dom asked Colson.
“It was an accident!” Colson defended himself before turning to face you. “Look y/n, I’m really sorry. I swear I know how to knock.”
You were standing in front of both of them with a glass of water in hand at this point. “What’s your name?”
“His name’s Colson.” Dom explained, standing up to come and face you. “Listen, we’re working on a song. You wanna help?”
“I’d love to, Dommy, but I’ve got that thing from last night I’ve gotta edit.” You explained with a frown. You loved helping Dom with song writing, it was your favorite thing. But you needed to show him that you took this job seriously, because it was really no joke. “I’ll come down when I’m done, okay?”
“Alright, but don’t take too long.” Dom said as you walked away.
“I’ll try.” You smiled back at him.
As soon as you were out of earshot, Colson giggled. “Dommy?”
“Oi, don’t start!” Dom pointed at Colson. “You’re the one that walked in on her naked. If she hears you making fun of me, she’ll tear you to shreds.”
“Why?” Colson asked with furrowed eyebrows. You weren’t his girlfriend according to Dom. You were clearly not his sister, both looks and accent showed that.
“She’s my sister.” Dom explained as he sat back down and saw Colson’s confused facial expression. “Adopted. Moved into my parent’s house a while back. Been living with us ever since.”
“She moved in?” Colson asked. “Why?”
“Long story.” Dom sighed and when Colson didn’t stop him he continued. “Her mom’s a piece of work. She was actually living with her here in L.A. before she moved to Doncaster. She found her dad there but one thing led to another and she ended up living with us by the time she was twelve.”
“Holy shit.” Colson raised his eyebrows. “So she’s pretty much blood at this point.”
Dom tsked and shocked his head. “Blood is thicker than water, but love is thicker than blood.”
Before Colson could ask, there was a knock at the door. Dom jumped up with an ‘I’ll get it!’ and ran off leaving Colson with some answers but more questions.
-
A few hours later, you finally finished editing the pictures from Dom’s appearance from the night before. You had begged Dom for months on end to let you work for him, you told him you’d take anything. You were staying with him in the house his label was renting for him in L.A. and you didn’t want to feel like a leech. He finally caved and let you be his official photographer.
You would follow him to his appearances, whether that be radio shows or late night talk shows, and take some pictures while he was in action. A few masterclasses on how to professionally take and edit photos and you were off.
Throwing your head back, you let out a groan as your muscles finally moved out of their hunched over position. A cup of tea would do you good right about now. You skipped over the towel on the floor and tried to suppress the memory of Colson seeing you naked as you left your room.
The laughter and music from downstairs became louder and louder as you came closer. Once you hit the landing, it was clear as to why.
Dom was nursing a bottle of beer while Colson was guzzling down the last shot from a previously full bottle of vodka. You knew because you saw it on the table earlier that day. In the corner was Travis who was just enjoying the show.
“Hey, it’s y/n!” Colson exclaimed, pointing at you.
“y/n!” Dom smiled. “You took ages! We’re celebrating!”
“Did you guys finish the song?” You asked.
“No.” Colson hiccuped. “We’re celebrating the fact that we’re not done.”
“Yes, yes we are.” Dom agreed. “You see, if we were done, which we’re not, then we would have nothing to do. And then we’d be bored. And being bored is the worst thing on planet earth.”
“I think you just wanted an excuse to drink.” You giggled.
“Hey!” Dom shouted with furrowed eyebrows. “You are absolutely correct.”
You ruffled Dom’s hair and sat in an armchair next to Travis. “Hey Trav, how are you?.”
“I’m good, how are you?” Travis smiled at you.
“Never better.”
“Hold up.” Colson sat up straighter and looked between you and Travis. “You two know each other.”
“Yeah, Ash introduced us.” Travis explained. “11 minutes.”
“Ah, that makes sense.” Colson leaned closer towards Travis, yet he was still very far away. “I saw her naked, you know?” He whispered, very loudly.
“What?” Travis barked out in laughter. “Did you two hook up?”
“We did not!” You snapped. “He just doesn’t know how to knock.”
“I said I was sorry!”
-
Dom had a radio interview the next day, but he apparently forgot to tell you that Colson was going to be there. He mentioned it right as he killed the engine in the parking lot.
“What?” You hissed with wide eyes. “You tell me this now?”
Dom huffed and shook his head. “Yes because I knew you’d drag your feet if I told you earlier.”
“And you would’ve been right!”
“He said he was sorry!” Dom said.
“But then he told Travis! What kind of asshole-
“He’s not an asshole, he was drunk.” Dom cut you off.
“But-”
“No, no buts. Get out of the car, we’re not fighting about this anymore.” Dom opened the car and slammed the door shut.
“Ugh!” You groaned and followed him out.
Silence enveloped only one minute of the five minute walk to the building. You sighed and reached out to loop your arm through Dom’s. “I’m sorry, I’ll try not to be rude to your friend.”
“Try?” Dom chuckled lightly.
“Do you even know this guy, Dom?” You asked. “I don’t wanna generalize but he’s covered in tattoos, he reeks of weed, and he drank a full bottle of vodka in one sitting.”
“You’re kind of generalizing.” Dom snickered.
You looked down at your shoes and sighed. “I know, I’m sorry. I’m just worried about you. My Hollywood star big brother. Don’t wanna lose you.”
“Don’t get all mushy on me.” Dom pulled his arm out of your hold and put it around your shoulder, pulling you close. “I’ll always be the same kid you’ve known since forever. Blood is thicker than water.”
“But love is thicker than blood.” You continued the phrase, smiling up at him. “Love you.”
The automatic doors of the building opened when you stepped up to them, leading you into the main reception. You followed the signs with Dom to the third floor where his interview was going to be broadcasted.
When the elevator doors opened, you saw Colson sitting in the waiting area outside of the studio. He got up to greet Dom and you kept your distance.
They spoke for a few minutes before Dom was called to start his interview. You rolled your eyes internally knowing that you’d have to stay outside with Colson until Dom was done. He had told you that the pictures could wait until the end and you told him you didn’t mind waiting outside. Boy were you wrong.
You slumped down on the couch next to Colson and hoped for the best.
“Did Dom drag you up here?” Colson asked. You were kind of glad he was starting a conversation because an awkward silence would be… well, awkward.
“No, I came out with him. Part of my job, you know.” You explained, lifting up your small camera as you spoke.
“Your job?” Colson asked.
“Yeah, did Dom not tell you?” Colson shook his head. “I started working for him like last month. I take pictures of his appearances and edit them for his socials.”
Colson hummed and nodded. “Makes sense, my team is all family too.”
“The best kind of team.” You felt your phone ring in your pocket as you replied. You pulled it out and saw that it was an unknown number, so you declined. “You got an interview?”
“Nah, I booked a recording booth upstairs with Mod for a couple hours.” Colson explained, glancing at his watch. “Got a few minutes before I can head in”
“I’m surprised you don’t look like a zombie after last night.” You chuckled. “With the full bottle of vodka and everything.”
Colon leaned back and chuckled. “I’ve done worse.”
“Like walk in on a girl without knocking.”
“I said I was sorry.”
“But then you went and told Travis.”
“I was drunk!” Before you could reply and make it worse, you laughed at yourself. “What’s funny now?” Colson groaned.
“Nothing, I- I just had this exact same argument in the car with Dom.” You laughed.
“You were fighting about me in the car?”
You nodded. “A little. I promised Dom I wouldn’t start this again. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, I know it’s a weird first impression.” Colson laughed. “It’s been good talking to you, but I’ve gotta head up to the fifth floor. I’ll see you around?”
You looked up at Colson as he stood up, noting how incredibly tall he is. “Yeah, see you around Colson.”
-
The next time you saw Colson was a couple weeks later at a recording studio downtown that Dom dragged you to. The song needed some backup vocals and a few redos in terms of recording before it went into the final phase of production.
You’d helped Dom with the song quite a bit at home, but you never went out of your way to attend every studio session with the rest of the team. And you usually loved helping out, especially with backup vocals, but today just wasn’t it. You liked helping out with songs when you didn’t have to drive for an hour and a half to a studio.
You groaned as your stomach flip-flopped from the car ride. “I’m going to throw up if we don’t get there in time.”
“Oi, hold it! Two more minutes, I promise. Fookin’ traffic, I swear.” Dom mumbled. “Col’s going to be there. Will you be good?”
“Hey, I was civil last time.” You defended yourself. “He’s not so bad, I’ll give you that.”
“So you’ll be fine if you’re stuck with him while I’m in the booth.” Dom asked, pulling up in front of the studio next to a purple car.
You nodded. “I’ll be okay, no need to worry about me.”
Dom chuckled as he unfastened his seatbelt. “I always worry about you, pudding face.”
“I thought Dad told you to stop calling me that.” You rolled your eyes as you opened the car door. Your first introduction to Justin’s pudding as a twelve year old left you with a face full of it. Dom found it to be the most hilarious thing back then and proceeded to honor you with the nickname ‘pudding face’. He loved it, you did not.
“Dad’s not here, is he?” Dom called to you over the roof of the car. “That’s a fookin’ sick car, innit?”
“It is.” You agreed. “Is it Colson’s?”
“Yep, he’s waiting inside.”
You followed Dom into the building where he clearly knew his way. You nodded and smiled politely to everyone he greeted with excitement.
Upon opening a door marked ‘studio 7B’, you followed Dom in and saw Colson on the couch with one other guy. Once all the guys hugged it out and introduced who needed to be introduced, Dom turned to you.
“Boys, this is my sister.” Dom motioned to you.
“Hey.” You smiled. “I’m here to take pictures and do some backup vocals.”
“Ay, backup vocals team!” The guy who was introduced to Dom as Rook reached out a hand for a high five.
“Yeah, but she’s mostly here for emotional support.” Dom chuckled as you high fived Rook.
“That too.” You laughed.
Not long after the introductions, Dom and Colson made their way into the recording booth leaving you with Rook.
“So you’re his sister?” Rook asked, not surprising you.
“Adopted.” You answered and he nodded. “You’re doing drums too, right?”
“Yeah, but only ‘cause Trav couldn’t come today.” He explained. “He’s a fuckin’ god on the drums, that guy.”
“Tell me about it.” You gushed. “Watching him play is insane.”
“That’s what everyone says when I play.” Rook said with a smirk.
“I bet.” You nodded. “Drums are just like that.”
“Mhm.” Rook hummed in agreement before chuckling. “Kells told me about the idiot move he made when you guys first met.”
You chuckled and rolled your eyes. “The biggest idiot move.”
Rook laughed and darted his eyes towards Colson in the booth. “Don’t be too hard on him though, he felt really bad after.”
“It’s alright.” You shrugged. “Only gave him shit for a little bit. Enough to keep him on his toes.”
“Good.” Rook nodded. Before he could continue, Colson popped out of the booth and slumped down on the couch next to you.
“Rook, you good for doing some vocals with Dom?” He asked, voice sounding somewhat pained.
Rook nodded and tossed him a ‘yeah, sure’ before heading into the booth.
“You feeling okay?” You couldn’t help but be concerned.
Colson raised an eyebrow at you and laughed. “What? You don’t hate me anymore?”
“Pfft, you know I had to give you some shit about that.” You said light heartedly. “But seriously though, you don’t look too good.”
“I’ll be fine.” Colson brushed you off. “Got some chest pains. It’ll pass.”
“You sure?” Colson nodded. “Damn, you musicians always got me worried.”
“Why, Dom getting in trouble?” Colson chuckled.
“No, but I gotta keep him in check.” You glanced up through the glass at Dom and Rook in the booth and giggled. “Like right now.”
The two of them were throwing around drumsticks at each other and not doing the backup vocals they were supposed to be in there for. You hopped up and leaned over the control panel and hit the button under the mike and spoke directly into their headphones. “I thought you were supposed to be doing backup vocals, not whatever this is.”
Dom looked up and made eye contact with you and laughed. “Come in and do ‘em yourself if you want ‘em done!”
You rolled your eyes and sat back down, choosing to ignore your brother. Soon enough, the light sound of them singing the chorus seeped into the room through the glass.
As you sat down, you felt your phone in your back pocket start vibrating. You pulled it out and saw the same unknown number that had been calling for a couple days. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion before declining the call.
“You need to take that?”
“What?” You looked up at Colson and shook yourself out of it. “Oh sorry, no I don’t. Anyways, what were we talking about?”
-
The world was tuned out as you walked around the set with your headphones in. It was the last day for the music video shoot and the vibe on set was pretty relaxed. They were doing a few reshoots and crowd shots, simple stuff. And since your appearance wasn’t necessary, you decided a little walk to that smoothie place down the street couldn’t hurt anyone.
One last turn near Colson’s trailer before the exit and then you heard… screaming? Someone was shouting so loud at the gate that you could hear them through your music. You paused your playlist and listened closely to try and decipher the words.
“My daughter is in there! You can’t be serious!” A voice you almost forgot screamed.
“Ma’am, you can’t be here. You can wait for your daughter outside.” You heard the security guard say.
You stayed hidden behind Colson’s trailer when you heard the door open. You heard Colson’s boots hit the ground as he approached the lady.
“Can I help you?” Colson asked. Ugh, Colson! You knew he was only trying to help, but now? With your- this lady? Of all people, this lady?
“You!” You heard the lady say gleefully, no doubt pointing directly at Colson. “You’re exactly who I need right now! Listen young man, my daughter is on this set and I need to see her. It’s a family emergency. Her name is y/n.”
You didn’t hear Colson say anything, clearly gauging the situation himself. He knew enough to know that this was not your mother. At least not anymore. Before you would have to struggle through a response, you decided to leave your hiding spot and face her before shit got ugly.
“She’s about this tall and she’s got- Oh, there she is!” She gleamed when she saw you. You felt your stomach churn when you laid eyes on her for the first time in years. “y/n! y/n, over here!”
Colson held you back by your shoulder before you approached her, making you look up into his eyes. He seemed to be asking if you really wanted to do this and you nodded, but you didn’t want him to leave. “Stay?” You whispered, and he nodded.
He stayed a few steps behind you as you approached your mother.
“Oh y/n! Look at you, so gorgeous.” She breathed out, sending shivers down your spine. You couldn’t count the number of times she had complimented before you left her because she never did. “You look just like your momma.”
“What are you doing here?” You asked, not playing along with her little act.
“Like I was saying to that fine man over there,” She pointed at Colson and smiled, “we’ve got a family emergency.”
“What do you need me for? I’m not family to you.”
“Don’t be silly, of course you’re family. I’ve been calling for you ages, but you never pick up.” She spoke through gritted teeth. “Don’t cause a scene, stupid girl.” She whispered and leaned forward, grabbing your wrist with a tight grip. She pulled you towards her and reached up to pull at your hair like she always did when you were a kid.
Before she could yank your hair, you pulled your hand away and stumbled backwards into Colson who grabbed you by the shoulders. “Don’t fucking touch me!”
She gasped loudly. “How dare you scream at your mother?!” She walked towards you and slapped you across the face.
“What the fuck, are you insane?!” Colson yelled, pulling you away from her.
“And who the fuck are you, huh?” She spat at him, sickly sweet cover up gone as quickly as it always did.
“I’m your worst fucking nightmare.” Kells seethed. “If you don’t leave right now, I’m calling the fucking cops. You hear me?”
“You think I’m afraid of some cops?” She laughed. “Call ‘em. See if I care.”
Colson stared her down before turning to the security guard. “Can you please escort this lady off the premises?”
“Sure thing, boss.” He nodded and grabbed her arms and held them behind her back. Her screams and yells became background noise as you watched Colson turn to you.
“Are you alright?” He asked, pulling your hand away from your cheek and wincing at the sight of your swollen red skin.
“I’m fine.” You sniffled. “Please don’t tell Dom.”
-
Dodging sweaty bodies right and left, none of them were the person Colson was looking for. He wasn’t expecting you to come to the wrap party after what happened earlier, but Dom told him that you had arrived with him.
Knowing why you didn’t want Dom to know, Colson promised you he wouldn’t say anything. Dom was letting loose and celebrating the end of their hard work. If he had seen what happened a few hours ago, he wouldn’t be as carefree and happy as he is now. Colson sent him a nod and a smile from afar as he continued his search for you.
Every room, bathroom, corner, nook, and cranny was searched, but to no avail. His house was packed with people, but not to the degree in which he couldn’t find a specific someone anywhere at all. He pulled out a joint and lit it in frustration. He puffed out the smoke as he bound up the stairs two at a time. He needed a breather, and the best place for that was his balcony.
The party was almost completely shut out once Colson shut his bedroom door, yet he could still feel the bass of the speakers in his feet. He stepped over piles of clothes and dodged three suitcases from his last three trips to the airport. Pushing open the balcony door, he felt the fresh air hit him.
Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath and stepped out into the moonlight.
“Hey.”
His bedroom balcony is not where he expected to find you after everywhere he looked.
“Fuck dude, I’ve been looking for you everywhere.” Colson sighed, coming to lean against the railing next to you.
“Sorry.” You said softly. “Needed a breather. After what happened.”
“Me too.” He said before taking a drag from his joint and letting it out from his nostrils. “That was fucking heavy.”
“Tell me about it.” You chuckled darkly. “Glad it’s over.”
“When was the last time you saw her?” Colson turned to you.
“I’m not really sure.” You mused. “I think I was eleven.”
“Holy shit.” He said, eyes wide.
“Yeah.” You nodded. “There was the court stuff when I was thirteen, but I don’t remember much of it.”
“I get it.” Colson said. “Mine came over every couple of months after she left, but I don’t remember any of it. Good thing, too. I don’t wanna remember that shit.”
“Blood is thicker than water, but love is thicker than blood.” You said the phrase out of instinct, not really thinking of it. It was the catchphrase of the Harrison family as soon as you moved in with them, everyone said it at least once a day.
“Why do you say that all the time?” Colson asked.
“What?”
“You and Dom.” Colson motioned to the back where Dom was downstairs. “You always say that. I’ve heard it almost every day since we started writing this song together. Blood is thicker than water, but love is thicker than blood. Why?”
“It’s this song. Dad would play it for me every night for the first year I stayed with them.” You smiled and recalled the lyrics. “Our family never shared the same last name, but our family was a family the same. And they say blood is thicker than water, but love is thicker than blood. Kind of turned into our catchphrase.”
“It’s a good catchphrase to have.” Colson nodded. “You don’t just get to be called family, you earn it.”
Colson held out his joint towards you and stood up a bit straighter. “To our fucked up childhoods.”
You laughed and took the joint from between his fingers.
“To our fucked up childhoods.”
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This is random but a while back I found this really amazingly nasty fanfic of Colson on Wattpad and now I can’t find it😭 I don’t remember the name or the writer but it was a really rough, graphic fanfic where Colson was kind of acting like a dom and I absolutely loved it and now I’m low key upset bc I can’t find it😂😂
Omg I haven’t been on wattpad in yearssss, I started my fic writing days on there with a Panic! At the disco/ Twenty One pilots crossover x reader smut called Tour Whore ,
But damn that sucks let me know if you ever end up finding it . I wanna read it now
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Yungblud Fan Fic - Finding Love Is Better Than Finding A Gold Mine
The Trees’ October 2020 Writing ChallengeDay 7/31
Prompt: Dragon (barely applies but oh well)
Word-count: 1500 words
Content Warnings: none
Summary: As all his friends move on with their lives, Dom's feeling lonely...but maybe he's found someone he can be lonely with.
A/N: So, just as to let everyone know how little I plan this shit out, I wrote a dragon-inspired story about MGK because it was what came to mind when I got the prompt for 'gold', and then five days later I got a prompt for 'dragon'. Clearly I need to learn to look forward a little more...but since I'm back on the subject, enjoy a sort-of sequel to Not All That Glitters Is Gold.
Dom smiled as Colson proudly introduced his human to the assembled group of dragons. He was about two seconds away from picking the small woman up and showing her off like a trophy, but she didn’t seem to mind. Dom didn’t think he would either; the way the Colson looked at her said it all - he adored his human. It shone from him like the sun: obvious to anyone who so much as glanced at the couple.
Dom was overjoyed for his friend…but he was also envious.
Everyone he knew was settling down, finding partners and having hatchlings, and Dom just…wasn’t.
It wasn’t that he wasn’t looking: he really, really was! It was just hard to find someone that wanted him. Humans were scared of him because he was a dragon, and dragons thought he was just…well, weird. Which was fair; Dom was weird for a dragon, given that he spent more time in his human form than he did in his scales, but he didn’t see why that bothered so many people. It made him feel good, and it wasn’t like he hurting anyone else!
He was just doing what made him happy, but apparently that made him incredibly unappealing to other living beings. Sure, Tom, Adam, and Colson had never minded, and they were all great friends, but none of them were romantically interested in Dom, and Dom wasn’t romantically interested in any of them - at least not seriously, especially since they all found partners. It was more than a little depressing, although he didn’t have time to dwell on it, not with the way the whole cave had just fallen silent.
A tall figure had paused in the entrance of the cave, shrouded in a black cloak that covered her from the top of her head down to her ankles, leaving only her bare feet exposed. Not that anyone needed to see any more than that.
They already knew who she was.
“It's the Messenger.”
“What does she want here?”
“Shh!”
The whispers died down as the Messenger looked around the cave, curling her lip in distaste as she took in the crowd that Colson had invited…and obviously finding them all lacking.
It wasn’t new; the Messenger was an odd member of the magical community. She was a neutral figure: the only one trusted to communicate and mediate between different supernatural groups, which meant that she didn’t have any enemies - but she didn’t have any friends either. It was a lonely job, and from what little he knew about Messengers, they often went one of two ways: retreating into themselves, or becoming…hostile. The current Messenger had gone down the second path.
And, apparently, she was feeling particularly hostile tonight.
“Well, quite a glittering crowd you’ve invited today, Baker. Dragons, the Fey, some were-animals, and - oh, how quaint: even the rabble.” She sneered at the small group of witches gathered in the corner, before turning back to Colson: “I really felt quite distressed at not receiving an invitation.”
Colson glared at the witch: “You weren't wanted.”
“Not wan- oh!” the Messenger clasped a hand over her heart, mockingly pretending to be upset: “Oh dear…what an awkward situation. I had hoped it was merely due to some oversight…well, in that event, I'd best be on my way.”
Dom could see where this was going - and tried to smooth it over before anything kicked off: “You're not offended, Messenger?”
“Why, no, of course not.” she smirked.
Dom could tell she wasn’t lying…but something about her smirk didn’t ring true with Dom. When she swept out of the cave, ignoring the gathered beings watching her leave, Dom followed her out into the night.
He knew it had to be lonely having no friends. Dom was lonely, and he had loads of friends - he just couldn’t find a partner. The Messenger had no partner and no friends and now people were refusing to invite her to things even out of politeness, as was custom.
She had to be lonely…he’d bet half his hoard on it, if the speed she was moving away from the party was any indication.
For a woman on bare feet, she moved through the forest with ease. Even with eyes that allowed him to see well in semi-darkness like the moonlight night around him, between the swiftness she moved through the trees and the long black cloak she wore, Dom struggled to keep up with her. It was only thanks to sheer determination that Dom managed to stay on her trail. Determination, and a sudden certainty that nobody should be feel lonely in a world full of people. Not her, not him, nobody.
And he was going to fix that - at least for the Messenger and himself. As soon as he caught up with her.
Which she is not making easy for me.
She really wasn’t…until all of a sudden she was, coming to a dead stop a few feet in front of him: “Why are you following me?”
“I wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“Of course I’m okay.”
Dom knew he probably shouldn’t poke the metaphorical bear…but he’d come this far, so he wasn’t going to back down now: “You sure? I mean…I thought you might be a bit lonely.”
Nothing in the Messenger’s body language changed, but the air around them suddenly felt charged, just like it did before lightning was about to strike - though when she spoke, the Messenger’s voice was icily calm: “And why would you think that?”
“Because I am.”
Slowly, the electric feeling in the air faded.
The Messenger’s body language relaxed…and then slumped, like she was suddenly carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders. Dom knew better than to push - at least not anymore than he already had - but seeing an infamously powerful woman look so defeated, even through the shroud of her cloak, was sadden. He wanted to reach out to her, to comfort her, but he didn’t dare. He wouldn’t touch anyone without their permission, but especially not witches like the Messenger, who could flatten him with one spell.
At least not until he saw her shoulders shudder in an unmistakable sob.
Dom didn’t think, he just wrapped the Messenger into a hug. Up close and personal, she was a lot shorter than she appeared, short enough that he could tuck her head under his chin when he wrapped his arms around her.
He was honestly worried about her…smiting him of something for a few seconds, but instead she buried her face in his neck, and stayed there mutely. She was shuddering, but Dom couldn’t hear anything, or feel any wetness soaking into his shirt, the Messenger just silently cried into his shoulder until she was done.
“Better?” Dom asked, allowing her to pull away to gather herself.
The Messenger didn’t answer, just shrugged slightly: “Honestly, I don’t know what came over me. I apologise.”
“Nah, you don’t have to apologise.” Dom reassured: “We all have bad days.”
“Yourself included, apparently.”
“Yeah, myself included.”
Slowly, as if she wasn’t sure of herself, the Messenger reached up and pushed her hood back, revealing the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.
Even with puffy red eyes, her wary expression, and the darkness obscuring the true colour of her hair and eyes, the Messenger was still stunning.
“You seem nice.” she mused: “I don’t understand why you’re lonely.”
“All my friends are settling down with partners, having hatchlings, moving on with their lives…and I’m not.” Dom explained, trying to keep his tone light, but not quite pulling it off: “It’s not as bad as having no friends, I know, but…”
“But at least having no friends would make you used to the loneliness. Sometimes it better not knowing what you’re missing…”
Dom didn’t know about that…but he supposed it didn’t matter too much; the Messenger had a friend now: “Well, neither of us have to be lonely now. We have each other.”
The Messenger looked at him for a few seconds, with eyes that seemed to be able to see right into his soul, but Dom didn’t flinch.
He wanted to be her friend - if that meant he had to deal with a few unsettling stares, then so be it.
“You’re a dragon.”
It wasn’t a question, but Dom answered it anyway: “I am.”
The Messenger nodded: “Dragons don’t start drama. You just sit on your gold mines and keep yourselves to yourselves.”
“Doesn’t make us bad friends.” Dom pointed out.
The Messenger smiled: “Far from it. I think I’d like to be friends with you, Dominic.”
Dom grinned, happiness bubbling in his chest – and the boiling over when she leaned up to press a kiss against his cheek.
“Maybe we can try the getting together thing too.” she whispered to him: “I think dragons might be good at that too…or, at least, you might be.”
#The Trees Writes#The Trees' October 2020 Writing Challenge#Yungblud fanfic#Yungblud fan fiction#Dominic Harrison fanfic#Dominic Harrison fan fiction
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Sure Feels Right Ch. 10
Taglist: @hllywdwhre, @xxkellsvixen19xx, @desdestiny, @lain-ee, @crystalbaby12, @lovemythsworld, @hxllywood-whxre, @creatureofthen1ght-v3, @stellaxrosa, @purplecrayonflower, @leanimal90
Note: This may be the last chapter of this fic. I’m not sure where else to take it tbh and I have other stuff I wanna write for as well
Warnings: Smutttt
The bus was surrounded by screaming fans and Lux was almost fearful of them knocking it over with how roudy the crowd was becoming.
“I just want you to know that I could kill you both for the amount of anxiety you’re putting me under with this bus situation.” Lux glared at the two boys excitedly bouncing around the bus and getting the fans more riled up through the windows.
“This is fooking MENTAL” Dom screamed shaking her shoulders.
“Yeah Lux, loosen up!” Colson bounced up to her and ruffled her hair. As childish as it was Lux couldn’t stop the smile spreading across her face from the small act. Colson was always more childlike and chaotic when Dom was around, but it made for a good time for everybody else involved.
The two boys didn’t wait long to hear her complain any further and they opened the door to the insane crowd. She had no idea how they managed it, but they climbed up the door and to the roof of the bus.
“The fact we are still able to rent these buses is truly a miracle” Rook laughed and pressed a kiss to the side of her head.
“Come on we have to get inside to watch the performance” He made his way skillfully through the crowd only getting stopped a few times by some of the people. She followed not too far behind him and they stood near the bar watching Colson and Dom get the fans to scream the lyrics to “I Think I’m OKAY” from on top of the bus. Just as she was about to wonder out loud how they were going to get down off the bus she sees Dom jump into the crowd and be carried to where he can walk to the bar and Colson soon followed suit front flipping off the bus and giving her a small heart attack.
The bar was cramped, but that didn’t stop all the boys from rocking out to the maximum that the little stage could offer and then some. Colson was climbing the bannister and flipping upside down even. Lux and Rook watched from the sidelines due to the stage being so packed with the drum set and the three rockers. She admired how they all gave one hundred percent on stage despite the limited space. Once everything was all said and done they were on their way to get back to Colson and Rook’s place and Lux could not be more excited about it. After a long and stressful few weeks of tour they were finally about to have some time to enjoy themselves and not be all stuck together on the bus.
“Oh thank god” Lux sighed out when they pulled into the driveway.
“You are so dramatic” Rook teased grabbing the bag of bedding out of her hand and heading into the house.
“It is late Rook and I want to sleep in a bed that isn’t a twin and traveling at 70 miles per hour down a highway”
“Well then complain less and get your ass inside”
“I need to still drive home though” She pouted and rubbed her eyes really not looking forward to the drive.
“No you don’t you can sleep in bed with me” Rook grabbed her hand dragging her in the house and they both made their way up the stairs to his room.
Lux had been in Rook’s room a hundred times, but had never spent the night in his room especially with him. She usually crashed in the guest bed if she got too fucked up to drive home. She followed him into his room and plopped down on the soft cool sheets on his bed breathing in the faintest hint of him on the pillow.
“You want a shirt to sleep in tonight?” Rook asked pulling a shirt out of his closet and holding it up.
“Yes please.” She took the shirt from him and he shielded his eyes to block him from seeing her change. She giggled at the small gesture and quickly undressed to just her underwear and pulled the shirt over her head before slipping back under the covers on his bed.
“It is safe now” She watched as rook removed his shirt and slipped out of his pants then slid into the bed next to Lux.
She scooted closer to him so her back was against his chest and felt his strong arms wrap around her middle. Lux felt him lean over and press a kiss to her shoulder and she sighed contently. She tipped her head to the side to allow for more of her neck to be exposed and Rook pressed more soft kisses to the smooth skin there. She brought one of his hands up to her lips and pressed a kiss to each one of his knuckles.
“You know” Rook said between kisses “I would never think that you would be here and I’d be lucky enough to be kissing you.”
“You know I never thought I’d be lucky enough to kiss you” She chuckled rolling over to wrap her arms around his neck and kiss him properly on the lips. Rook cradled her head as he slowly moved his lips against hers and pulled her body closer to his with his other hand. Lux trailed a hand down his head holding his cheek with her hand. Rook began to trace small circles along her exposed thigh causing a sigh to escape from her lips and a smirk to form on his. Taking the sigh as a sign of approval, he began tracing larger circles as he deepened the kisses they were sharing. His fingers skirted along the edge of her underwear and she felt heat pool between her legs.
“We don’t have to do anything by the way” He looked at her with soft eyes as he kept inching his fingers closer to the sensitive area that was becoming more insistent on being touched the closer he got.
“I know, but I want to do this with you” She moaned softly.
He nodded his head and connected their lips again while his fingers danced along her folds that were increasingly becoming slick with her want. She moaned and stuffed her face in his neck as he applied pressure to her clit through her underwear. She bucked her hips against his hand and he pushed her underwear to the side grazing her clit with his fingers. She let out a muffled moan blocked by his neck and he audibly groaned sinking a finger inside of her pumping it in and out. Lux whimpered as he added another finger and used his thumb to circle her clit and she spread her legs further. Rook flipped himself over to be in the cradle of her legs and removed her underwear positioning his face between her legs. The first lick was slow, languid, and torturous and Lux flung her head back against the pillow. He looked up at her face twisted up in pleasure with her eyes open and mouth agape panting and he picked up the pace with his tongue.
“God dammit Rook” She gasped gripping his hair as he continued to lap her up while plunging two fingers in and out of her.
Her back arched off the bed as the familiar feeling started to build in her lower abdomen. Her moans increased in volume and frequency as she reached the edge. Rook buried his face deeper into her core and moaned against her the vibration from that and the combination of his tongue sending her over. She called out his name and rocked her hips against his tongue riding out her high. Once her movements ceased Rook pulled his two fingers out placing them immediately into his mouth. Lux pulled him up and connected their lips again as their hands scrambled to get Rook’s boxers off along with the shirt she was still wearing. Rook positioned himself at her entrance and rubbed the tip of his dick against her wet folds.
“You sure you’re okay with this?” Rook asked still teasing her.
“I’m very positive” She smiled and pulled him down to kiss him as he entered her slowly.
They groaned in unison as she took in his full length in a smooth motion. Rook began a slow, dragging pace as he rocked his hips against hers. Sliding his hand along her thigh he dragged it down to her knee and picked her leg up placing it on his shoulder and started a quicker pace.
“Fuck Rook oh my god” She called out as he snapped his hips against hers faster and harder hitting her in all the right places.
“You feel so fucking good Lux” Rook groaned out slowing his movements down again.
Lux took the opportunity to flip them over so she was on top and lowered herself on to his dick. She threw her head back and placed her hands on his muscular chest to leverage herself as she moved up and down on him rocking her hips in time with his to hit her sensitve bud with each thrust.
“Rook I’m gonna cum” She cried out desperately.
“Me too” He groaned and sparks flew behind her eyelids once more as she came throbbing from the sensation. Rook lazily thrust up a few more times coming down from his own release and Lux rolled off of him curling into his side and pressed a few lazy kisses to his chest.
“That was amazing” He pulled her closer and she hummed in agreement falling asleep shortly after in his arms.
Lux hummed absentmindedly as she danced around the kitchen preparing coffee when she heard the front door open and shut. In walked the tall lanky blonde still wearing the clothes he went out in last night when they had gotten back.
“Oof did somebody do the walk of shame this morning?” Lux teased from behind her mug.
“It was more of an uber ride of shame” Colson smirked rounding the corner to come give her a kiss.
“Uh uh not until you brush your teeth and wash the other girl off of you” Lux held her coffee up to shield her face and Colson pretended to be hurt.
“You are so out of pocket right now. You are in Rook’s shirt with fresh hickies on your neck” She had forgotten they had gone for a round two this morning that had been rougher than last night’s antics.
“Hey first of all I’m not trying to kiss you with someone else’s fresh saliva on my tongue” Colson grimaced at her words and she continued “And secondly, by the time you’re done navigating that trashed room of yours to make it to the bathroom, which by the way is out of pocket, I will have showered, brushed my teeth, and changed”
“Fine, but afterwards I’m getting so many fucking kisses” He pointed his finger at her making her chuckle and shake her head.
Their arrangement was weird, but it was them and it worked. She moved in with them the weekend before ESTfest which was something Casie was most excited about because now she had someone to do hair and make up with and make blueberry pancakes on weekend mornings. She didn’t quite understand the relationship between Lux, Rook, and her dad; but she loved them all so much it didn’t matter. Besides their family had always been kind of weird anyway.
#mgk fanfic#mgk imagine#mgk x oc x rook#mgk#machince gun kelly fanfic#machine gun kelly#jp cappelletty fanfic#jp cappelletty#rook fanfic#rookxx#sure feels right#smutty
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