#colson

[meganfoxrocksmyworld]

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[hollywoodxwhore]

Mine | Chapter Nine

Colson x Original Female Character

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

Warnings/Content: Smut (18+), swearing, all the emotions, fingering, hand job, spit as lube, squirting

This chapter is a little short since we're getting closer to them having sex for the first time. Hope y'all still enjoy!

Colson

Vacation with Presley in The Maldives was paradise.

We could’ve been in some seedy motel or in my bedroom at home or in the backseat of a car for all I care – it would’ve been special either way. And hooking up for me has never been special. 

Even with Megan. Yes, I’m saying her name. Presley and I talked a lot while we were on the ocean, and she encouraged me to talk about my past, to accept what happened. Besides, saying her name doesn’t hurt anymore now that Presley is all I can see. 

I’m falling in love with this girl. She doesn’t know that; it’s too soon to tell her, and things are too complicated with Cash and the tour and just life, but it’s true. She’s everything I never knew I wanted. She’s funny and smart and she’s a great listener, and our sexual chemistry is insane. I just know the first time we have sex will be incredible. 

We were all over each other for the rest of the trip. She goes crazy when I finger her now – it’s her favorite thing for me to do. She also loves giving me head, and shit, I’m not going to complain. Even though she’s a virgin, she gives the best head I’ve ever gotten, and I’ve gotten a lot of head in my time. Everything with her is better than anytime with anyone else. No one else matters. I barely remember those past hook-ups. 

The magic is over now that we’re back on tour. When we sleep on the tour bus, it’s a lot harder to sneak around, and our plan to switch rooms with Cash and Olivia has only worked a couple of times. I miss her like crazy. We’ve barely touched since the tour started back up again, aside from some stolen kisses and a brush of hands in passing. I’m starting to ache for her, and not just in a sexual way. 

We’re at Red Rocks tonight, which is one of my favorite venues. It’s such a cool place and the crowd is always so energetic and hype. I’m really looking forward to performing tonight. I’m in my dressing room by myself. My clothes are picked out and I’ve eaten and we still have a couple of hours before the show starts. I don’t know where Presley is, so I decide to text her and invite her to my dressing room. Maybe we can have some time together. 

A soft rap on the door signals her arrival and she slips inside easily once I open the door. I lock it behind me and as soon as we’re behind a locked door, I practically lunge for her, scooping her into my arms. She laughs as I bury my face in her neck, breathing in her sweet scent, and her legs wrap around my waist. 

I walk until her back presses against the wall and then I kiss her, hard and deep and slow. And I kiss her again. And again, until she’s sighing. When I pull back, her hands are in my hair and she’s looking at me like I’m the only thing in the world. She gives me that cute little half-smile she does and I smile back.

“Miss you,” I say gruffly, setting her on her feet so I can tuck her soft hair behind her ear and kiss her forehead.

“I miss you, too,” she agrees, sliding her arms around my waist. I smile and cup her face, tilting it towards mine so I can kiss her again. “Mm, careful or I’m going to make you bend me over the vanity.”

I chuckle but I can’t help but feel arousal creep towards my dick. “Maybe that was my intention,” I say.

Presley smiles and bites her lip, sliding her hands down my chest. I’m shirtless, in just a pair of sweats. “This has been tough,” she admits, and her smile fades a little. 

I sigh and rest my forehead against hers. “I know it has been,” I murmur. “I’m sorry. It won’t be like this forever.”

“Promise?” she asks, and suddenly, the duality of her and Cash hits me like a train. I flash back to the first night Presley was with us, when Cash made me promise not to go for her, and now here I am. I completely betrayed my friend. 

I don’t think about it often; I try to push it from my brain when possible. But sometimes, it hits me, and I feel totally lost. I don’t want to lose Cash, the band might actually kill me, but there’s just something about Presley. I swear to god it’s fate, like maybe she’s my twin flame, if that shit exists. Megan sure wasn’t. But the feelings I have for Presley are real and raw and so hard to tamp down. I don’t want to tamp them down. I want to feel every single one of them.

“Hey,” Presley says softly, putting her hand on my cheek. “Where’d you go just now?”

I won’t lie to her. I care about her too much. I refuse to have a relationship built on lies again. “Oh, just worrying about Cash,” I confess with a little shrug.

Presley frowns and nods, hanging her head. “I’m sorry to put you in such a hard situation,” she says quietly.

“Hey,” I say, tipping her chin up. “It’s worth it, Pres. I promise.”

She doesn’t look convinced and it breaks my heart. Suddenly, I’m determined to fix it.

“Pres?” I say.

“Yeah?” She looks up at me with those eyes. 

I bite my lip. “Can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

I can’t believe it but I feel my cheeks warming. Me? Blushing? God. I’ve done it way too much since meeting Presley. “Well,” I say, “I was hoping you’d want to be my girlfriend.”

Presley’s perfectly groomed eyebrow arches and a little smirk grows on her face. “Colson,” she says, stepping closer to me. “You’re asking me to be your girlfriend?”

“Is that okay?” I say, suddenly feeling insecure. I start to fidget. “I just–”

“Col,” Presley says, effectively stopping my spiral. “Of course I want to be your girlfriend. I’d love nothing more.”

A grin practically splits my face in half. I’ve never been so happy. I heave her into my arms and she squeals as I spin her around, plopping her down onto the leather couch in my dressing room. Her cheeks are flushed and her smile is wide and she’s so goddamn beautiful. I love her. I fucking love her. 

Instead of saying it, I show her. I stroke her cheek gently with my thumb and then I kiss her, so soft and slow that she lets out a helpless little sound. The kisses I give her are tender, and I can feel her heart start to race. I’m halfway on the couch, one foot still on the floor, and Presley pulls me closer, her nails digging gently into my bare hips.

“Colson,” she whimpers. “Please?”

“Yeah, baby,” I say breathlessly, lifting her dress over her head. She lays on my couch in a black bra and matching panties, and she’s so unbelievably perfect. I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of this. “We’re gonna need to make it quick,” I say regretfully.

“I don’t need much time,” she says, reaching into my sweats to pull out my cock. I let out a breath when she does. Her eyes hold mine as she curls her fingers around me, sliding slowly up and down. I gulp, unable to look away from her. 

“Me neither,” I rasp, cupping her over her panties. Her long eyelashes flutter and she bites down on her lip as my fingertips immediately find her clit, already a little swollen in her panties.

“T-take these off,” she says. “Don’t want to be walking around in wet panties all night.”

My eyes close for a second with overwhelming arousal. I want her to walk around in wet panties all night, but I don’t want her to be uncomfortable. “Fine,” I say, quickly pulling the black fabric down her legs. “C’mere, baby. Let me get you nice and wet for me.”

Presley whimpers and pulls me close, one arm going around my waist while her other hand continues to move slowly up and down my cock. “Mm, Pres,” I wheeze. “Spit, baby.”

“Sorry,” she breathes, lifting her hand to her face. She holds my eyes with hers as she spits into her hand, and then her fingers are around me again, slick this time, and I can’t help but moan at the feeling. My fingers find her clit again and I massage slowly until her breath deepens and her pupils widen. I’m starting to recognize her tells. I already know she’s wet as fuck, and as I slide my fingers lower, I can feel that I’m right. 

As I hook my middle and ring fingers inside of her slowly, she moans, digging her nails into my back. “Cols,” she says brokenly, hips twitching up a little. 

“Mm, baby, you feel so fucking good,” I murmur, kissing her swollen lips firmly. Her hand starts to move a little faster and I match her pace, beckoning my fingers against her g-spot. Her breath against my lips is so shaky and it’s so hot, knowing how turned on she is because of me. God, I’ve missed touching her. I go harder, faster, and Pres moans again, one of my favorite sounds. 

“Uhhh fuck, baby,” she whines, tipping her head back as her pleasure builds. I press my thumb to her clit, watching her face for a reaction, and when her brows furrow and her mouth drops open, excitement surges through me. I can tell she’s starting to get close, which is good, because I am, too. It’s been too long for us.

“Presley,” I moan, pressing my mouth to hers, but we barely kiss. We just pant into each other's mouths, needing to be close but unable to focus on kissing. She rubs her thumb over my tip and I let out a choked moan as my hips jerk, but I need her to either come first or come with me. I won’t come before she does. 

Suddenly, she sucks in a sharp breath, her entire body tensing up and going still except for the walls of her pussy, which clench around my fingers so tight I can barely keep moving them. I focus on the lightning speed at which I beckon my fingertips, knowing how much she needs a frenzied pace when she’s on the precipice. 

Her knees slam together and she wails, neck arching and head falling back as she gushes into my hand, and with wide eyes, I look down. She’s always wet and I can always feel her come, but this is different. I’m making Presley squirt, and suddenly, I lose all control. “Oh, fuck!” I gasp as my hips jerk forward hard, my cum splashing onto Presley’s heaving stomach. As hard as I’m coming, I focus on working Presley through her orgasm, and when she whines and arches her hips away, I stop, gently pulling my fingers out. 

“Oh my fucking god,” Presley says, breathing so hard that I can see her gasps in her long, beautiful neck. “What the fuck just happened?”

I lift my hand, filled with her release, and my cock twitches all over again. “Holy shit, baby,” I rasp. “You just squirted.”

Presley’s eyes widen a little and she grabs my wrist to look at my hand. “I…I did?” she asks, stunned.

“Yeah,” I say, then let out a breathless chuckle of disbelief. “Fuck yeah, baby.” 

“Shit,” she says, letting her head flop back onto the armrest. “No wonder it felt different.”

I chuckle and get up on shaky legs, walking over to the vanity for some tissues. I wipe my hand off first, then get some clean tissues and wipe my release off of her stomach. She spreads her legs and looks down, and god, I’m already half hard again when I notice the way the leather glistens from her orgasm. 

“Fuck, Pres, you’re so hot,” I say, shaking my head. 

She bites her lip and smiles softly at me, and I just about melt. I kneel down to kiss her softly, playing gently with her hair, and then I sigh, coming back to reality. “I need to get ready,” I murmur. “The guys will be looking for me soon.”

“Yeah,” she says, sitting up and sliding off the couch. She goes to clean up with some more tissues and I wipe her release off the couch, trying to convince myself not to get hard again. I pull my sweats up and hand Pres her panties, which she steps into carefully. I hand over her dress and it falls over her body, and then I pull her close by her waist.

“You make me so fucking happy, my girlfriend,” I say, and Presley brightens immediately, smiling wide.

“Me too, boyfriend,” she says, and it occurs to me that I’m her first boyfriend. She hasn’t had this happen to her before. That makes me smile even more, and I wrap her in my arms, rocking her a bit. 

“Hotel tonight,” I say.

“I’ll do my best with Liv,” she says.

“Okay baby,” I tell her, giving her one last kiss before reluctantly letting her slip back out the door. But then, she pops her head back in and I lift a brow. 

“If…if we get to share a room tonight,” she says. “I want you, Cols. All of you.”

My breath hitches and my eyes widen. Fuck. It’s imperative now that we get to share a room. Presley wants me to take her virginity. Holy fuck. “Okay, baby,” I croak. She smiles and leaves. 

God, this is torture. Beautiful torture.

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[psychicreadsgirl]

Can you do a reading between Megan fox & Mgk? She keeps saying they’re twin flames

I don't do twin flame readings so can't say there.

I do feel Megan excuses some of MGK's behaviour through this concept. Their marriage is very extreme and has a lot of ups and downs. There's a lot of drama and a lot of intense emotions, particularly from Megan. I feel like she tries more than him to sustain the marriage. She romanticizes his behavior/actions a lot.

They fight a lot and these fights can be quite violent from both sides. Scratches, throwing objects, tons of shouting, crying, cutting someone??? or threatening to cut someone?? Then after the fight or sometimes during the fight they'll end up kissing and having s*x. Somehow there's a lot of makeup s*x..

For Megan, she needs that extremeness and intensity to feel like this is "true" love. Without these, she feels like it's not "true" love.

MGK cares about her and does love her, but I feel like she loves him more and obsesses about him more. MGK has a possessive side and he partly loves Megan because she's really desirable in other people's eyes. A lot of people find Megan to be super sexy and super pretty, so MGK gets a lot of satisfaction knowing that he was the one that married Megan and has s*x with her.

I do feel that MGK can stray in a relationship. Sometimes it's due to alcohol or other substances. Sometimes he just feels flirty. I think Megan doesn't know this fully and even if she did know, she'd turn a blind eye and tell herself that he's a "runner". She's the one for him.

Both of their jealousy levels are very high. Both of them have the possibility of k*lling out of "love" or jealousy. It's that intense and I think Megan is sort of proud of that??? If MGK were to do something bad and needed Megan to cover for him, she would agree to cover for him.

I do feel that Megan is the one doing a lot to please MGK. She has been compromising a lot. I don't really see him putting as much effort in the marriage as him or perhaps he is just more emotionally "cold"/less expressive.

He does hide his feelings a lot and guards his inner thoughts. He escapes some trauma/unhappiness he has experienced when he was younger through alcohol, pleasure, or other substances. I feel he uses Megan as a form of escape like this relationship. He has unresolved trauma from his childhood. Megan says stuff like she's the only one for him, only one who truly understands him when he's having one of his moments where he's suffering a lot.

Yes, I can see images of his past being very painful for him and I have to dig hard to see these, meaning that he doesn't want to open the past again and he wants to erase these. He felt very alone when he was young and forced to grow up very quickly. He didn't have very good/stable role models around him, so he had to figure out how to grow up by himself. I see his father being too depressed to really look after MGK and MGK just minding his own business at a young age. I see MGK sometimes sitting on the ground like in a closet like place with his arms wrapped around his legs and just crying.

I don't feel he hates his mother now, but he has a lot of mixed emotions about his mother and confusion like why did she leave him and how could she leave him? MGK hasn't resolved his issues with his past even though he has tried to do this. This is a lifelong exercise for him.

In a way, the intensity from his relationship with Megan makes him feel he's needed and loved. Sometimes he can do some drastic things or say some harsh things to her to see if she'll leave him because if she stays, that's "true" love. In some ways I feel like MGK doesn't really understand what "love" is but he knows that he doesn't want to be alone. He can be assured through Megan that she'll be there through thick and thin.

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[disarmluna]

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[shesagothgirl]

you don’t need me - MGK

He knew something was bothering her. She had been distant, preoccupied with her thoughts, speaking only when spoken to. At first he thought it was the pressure of the album - he had been so consumed with getting ‘Mainstream Sellout’ to number one that he had been neglecting her, spending all his time in the studio or doing press, coming home only to take out his stress on her and go to sleep. She had handled it well, never faulting him for raising his voice or stumbling in intoxicated at all hours of the night. Every morning she got up and made him breakfast, despite whatever confrontation they had the night before. They would eat together at the dining room table, him speaking only of the album, her speaking only words of support, and with a kiss on her head he would be out the front door and she would be left to clean up the mess. It had become a routine, one that he knew he had burdened her with unfairly, but he couldn’t stop himself from needing that number one spot, and so he let months pass, with no real interaction with her, knowing that when it was all over, she would still be there, she always was. But this time it was different. He wasn’t sure when the change happened, but he could see it now, in the smile that never quite reached her eyes, in the tension that he felt each time he touched her, in the way she remained folded into herself as though she was less than.

“Number one album in the country.” He spoke softly, breaking the silence from his seat next to her in the long black limousine. His eyes hadn’t left her from the moment they settled in, his blue gaze boring into the side of her face, studying her every detail. She had barely spoken a word at the celebration dinner, her eyes cast down at her plate, moving the food around in an attempt to make people think she was actually eating. He had been aware of her all night, unable to decide on what was making her so uneasy. “I never thought we would actually get there.” He continued when she didn’t respond, watching as she stares out the open window beside her, taking a pull on the lit blunt between her perfectly manicured fingers.

Y/N knows he’s seeking her approval, and as exhausted as she is of talking about the album, she turns to him with a tired smile pulled at her lip gloss covered lips. “You deserve it.” She spoke sweetly, pulling her eyes from his the moment the words left her mouth, her gaze circling back to the city passing by her. Colson sat up straighter on the black leather seat beneath him, watching as her long straightened hair fell down her shoulder, creating a barrier between them. It was his favorite way that she styled her hair, simple, confident, as was the silk brown mid thigh dress she had clinging to her body, a dress he probably would have made a joke about ripping off her if she wasn’t so disturbed by him.

“Hey,” Colson whispers, his chest beginning to tighten at the anxiety her attitude was creating in him. Reaching forward he brushes her hair back with his long fingers, his hand caressing her shoulder before reaching the back of her neck, applying a small amount of pressure encouraging her to turn her head towards him. Releasing the smoke from another pull on the blunt Y/N turns, her eyes falling on Colson’s, his gaze a mixture of concern and fear. “What’s going on?” He questions softly, his calloused hand moving to the side of her makeup covered face, his thumb rubbing softly across her cheek bone. Y/N inhaled deeply, fighting the urge to lean into his touch. She was in love with Colson, so much that sometimes she had a hard time finding where she stopped and he began. He was everything to her, they had been through what felt like a lifetime together, she would do anything for him, be anything for him, and that was what scared her.

“I’m fine.” Y/N replied, forcing a smile onto her lips. The past few months with Colson had been the hardest of their three year relationship. She had been through album releases before, she knew the amount of stress and pressure he put on himself, she knew he always took it out on her, and she was okay with it, she remained strong, for him, for the light at the end of the tunnel, but this time was different. She felt unheard, unneeded, and unlike every other time, Colson couldn’t kiss it and make it better.

“That’s not what I asked.” Colson says, leaning forward to run his fingers through her hair, but before he does Y/N turns away, back to the window just as the limo pulls to a stop in front of the hotel they had been staying at for the last two days.

“Let’s not talk about it right now.” Y/N states, giving Colson no time to respond before she’s swinging the limo door open, dropping the blunt to the ground, and exiting into the cool night air. Y/N had so much she wanted to say, so much she wanted to tell him, but she was aware of the amount of alcohol he had consumed at dinner, she knew that it was nearing close to one in the morning, no good would come from a conversation tonight, so she would save it for the morning.

Colson stayed in his seat only for a moment before he eagerly exited behind her, using quick strides to reach where she had already entered the lobby and was waiting for the elevator to arrive. It killed him to see her like this, so distant, so hurt, he knew he was the cause of it, he just didn’t know how, and he was desperate to put a smile on her face again. The ride in the elevator to the fifth floor was silent, it wasn’t until they were in the large suite, the door locked, Y/N in the kitchen pouring herself a glass of water, that he spoke again. “Please tell me what’s going on.”

Y/N turns to Colson standing in the spacious kitchen in his bright pink suit, his choice of no undershirt giving her the view of his smooth tattooed chest, her favorite part about him. He looked perfect, so handsome, and it would be so easy for her to just fall into his arms and let him make her forget everything. But she couldn’t, so instead she took a sip of her water and avoided his brilliant blue eyes. “Colson, not tonight.”

“Don’t do that.” He says to her, his voice wavering just slightly as he takes a step closer to her. “Don’t act like this, whatever this is, isn’t bothering you, because it’s killing me.” Colson closes the distance between them, placing both his hands on her cheek to tilt her head back, making her look at him. Y/N’s eyes threaten to fill with tears as she breathes to steady herself, his intoxicating cologne clouding her judgment.

“You’ve been drinking.” Y/N says, looking him in the eyes, silently begging him to let this go for the night.

“And you‘ve been smoking.” Colson rebuttals, his gaze steady on the girl who holds his whole heart between her hands.

“That’s not the point.” Y/N sighs, pulling out of his grip and walking around him, desperate to exit the kitchen that now seemed too small. She heads down the hall towards the bedroom, eager to get out of the dress she once felt pretty in.

“Then what is the point, Y/N?” Colson asks, his voice rising as he follows close on her heels. This wasn’t her, she wasn’t like this, she always had a conversation, it’s something that had made their relationship so successful for all this time. It was like he could feel her slipping away, and he would be damned if he let that happen. Standing next to the bed he grips her wrist, pulling her to a stop in front of him. “We don’t do this, we don’t shut each other out.”

Y/N’s eyes begin to fill with tears. Colson is stubborn and an asshole, he can be selfish and unrelenting, but he loves her, and she knows he’s not going to give up until they talk. “You don’t see me.” She whispers, a single tear falling down her cheek making Colson realize the realness of her feelings. Colson steps closer to her, his fingers intertwining with hers as his eyebrows furrow together, his heart cracking at the pain on her face.

“Baby, what are you talking about?” He asks, his words soft and caressing. “I see you, I see you all the time. I see you right now.” A small sob leaves Y/N’s lips as she shakes her head, pulling her hand out of his. She needs to think, she needs to make him understand, and she can’t think when he’s touching her.

“No, Colson, you don’t see me.” She repeats more tears falling as she finally reveals what she’s been holding from him all this time. It’s quiet for a moment as the pair looks at each other, as if the other’s eyes will give some secret away. Colson wants nothing more than to be close to her, to hold her, to tell her he loves her, but he knows she doesn’t want that so he remains where he stands, waiting. “I’m proud of you.” She starts simply. “I’m so fucking proud of you. You deserve every bit of recognition you get from the hard work and dedication you put into this album.” She takes a deep breath, swallowing hard as Colson watches her every move. “You gave your all to this album and that is so so special, but along the way you lost sight of me, of us, and in the end the only thing you cared about was you.” Colson feels like he’s been punched in the gut. How could he not see how this was affecting her? He knew  he had been more intense with this album, he knew he could have been treating her better, but he hadn’t realized how far he had gone.

“That’s not fair.” Colson starts, shaking his head making Y/N sigh in frustration, dropping onto the end of the bed beside her. He wasn’t hearing her. “I was focused on the album, yes, but I never stopped caring about you, I could never stop caring about you.” Y/N drops her head, unable to look at the panic in his eyes as he backtracks, trying to defend himself, his choices.

“If I wasn’t in your life, do you think the album would be as great as it is?” Y/N asks, the question coming from left field. Colson knew what she meant, and she was right. The songs on that album never would have been possible if he wasn’t with her. Some of them were about her, most had her influence, her ideas, all had her support. She was a huge part of the ‘’Mainstream Sellout’ album, almost as much as him.

Colson licks his lips, his eyes watching her and her defeated stance. “No.”

“No?”

“No.” He repeated, making Y/N tilt her head up to look him in the eye.

“Then why do you make me feel like I mean nothing to this relationship?” She asks, tears falling down her cheeks. “Like I mean nothing to your music? Like I mean nothing to you?” Colson feels the lump in his throat grow as the girl he’s in love with sobs in front of him. How could he have done this to her? “You don’t need me. And god does that kill me, because I need you, more than anything.”

Colson’s own eyes begin to fill with tears as he slowly takes a few steps towards the broken girl, kneeling down in front of her with a hesitancy as if she might push him away. “Look at me.” He whispers, his voice raspy as he tilts his head lower, trying to meet Y/N’s eye. Slowly she lifts her head, ashamed to have him see her this way. She was always strong in front of him, always. “You mean the fucking world to me.” He says, determined to not let the best thing that’s ever happened to him get away. “I need you, Y/N. I need you. You are the only thing that makes me happy in this shitty life.” The tears fall harder as he moves closer to her, positioning his body between her legs, his hands on either side of her body holding his weight against the bed. “I never meant to make you feel like this album meant more to me than you. Nothing will ever mean more than you.” He continues, reaching up with his right hand to wipe her tears away, her once perfect mascara running down her cheeks. “I’m sorry.”

Y/N nods, her eyes softening as Colson stands and pulls her into a hug, her head resting against his stomach as his fingers weave through her hair. The two remain unmoving for awhile, Y/N crying into his suit jacket, Colson replaying how close he was to losing the love of his life.

“I love you.” Colson whispers, making Y/N’s head turn to face him, his large hands pushing the loose strands of hair out of her face. Colson had said he loved her many times before, but this one felt different. He knew he would never allow her to feel this way again, especially if he was the cause of it. She knew that he finally saw her, that he understood her feelings.

“I love you.” Y/N whispered back just before Colson pressed his lips to hers, the butterflies she always felt invading her stomach. Their relationship wasn’t perfect, far from it, but they loved each other, and for them that was always enough.

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[empirearchives]

Entry of General Bonaparte into Alexandria, 1798

Guillaume-François Colson, French

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[iluvblondeboys]

if you’re taking requests could you do something where the reader is obsessed with colsons smile. could be smut or fluff

It was a lazy friday night at you and Colson's house, with nothing to do the next day you both were excited to just spend quality time with each other.

You sat next to him on the couch, dressed in one of his big t-shirts and a pair of shorts as he wore just a pair of pink silk-like shorts.

His full attention was on the TV in front of him that was playing his best friend, Pete Davidson's, new Netflix comedy, Alive from New York.

You watched as every so often he chuckled at something Pete said, you weren't too focused on Pete though. How could you focus on Pete on the TV when you had Colson sitting right next to you, his beautiful side profile fully on display to you as a toothy smile stuck on his face.

His smile was always something you adored but he hated, he often commented on how much he hated it was made you sad, you could never understand how he could hate something that you found so perfect.

When Colson noticed you didn't laugh at yet another one of Pete's jokes he turned to you to see what you were doing, knowing you normally laugh at anything Pete says.

"What are you looking at?" Colson asks when he looks to his right to see you, a faint smile on your lips as you stare up at him. "You." you reply, laying your head on his shoulder. "What?" Colson chuckles, smiling once again. "Have I ever told you how much I love your smile?" you ask, now smiling at him. “You’ve mentioned it once or twice” he jokes, you both know you’ve mentioned it about a million times.

“Well, I do really love your smile” you replied, leaning in to kiss him. he smirked into the kiss as it kept getting more and more heated.

eventually it got to the point where he was hovering over top of you, sending rough kisses down your neck.

he knew when he got to your sensitive spot, he didn’t kiss you there though. he gently bit your sensitive spot before sucking on it, causing you to moan.

“You do really love my smile, huh?” he mumbled into your flesh.

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Mine | Chapter Ten

Colson x Original Female Character

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

Warnings/Content: Smut (18+), alcohol and marijuana usage, swearing, discussions of virginity, vulnerability, grinding, p in v sex, oral sex (f receiving)

Buckle up, y'all. The moment you've been waiting for: Presley loses her virginity to Colson. I appreciate all the feedback!

Presley

Olivia and I are backstage while the boys perform, and as much as we like watching them, we decided to sneak away to her dressing room for some quiet. She sips a beer and I take hits off my pen every so often. She seems so relaxed, but I’m not sure I’ve ever been so jittery in my life. I can’t believe I told Colson I was ready.

It’s not that I was being dishonest. I am ready. He could’ve taken me the first night and I would’ve been okay with it. But no matter how much I trust him, this is a big step for me. Actual penetration, to me, is the closest two humans can be. I want it to live up to the hype. I’m also scared of getting more attached than I already am. 

I’ve zoned out for the fourth time during only one story of Olivia’s, and finally, she huffs at me, but her eyes are playful. “Pres,” she says. “Where the hell are you?”

I smile sheepishly. “Sorry,” I say, shaking my head to try to snap myself out of it. 

She studies my face and I shift uncomfortably under her scrutiny. She narrows her eyes at me. “Hey, Pres?” she asks.

“Y-yeah?” I answer, my mouth feeling extremely dry. I reach for my water bottle and take a shaky sip. 

“Can we stop pretending I don’t know about you and Colson?” Her tone is casual and calm, but it ignites a fire in me and I startle, eyes widening. Oh god. I’m nauseous. How does she know? Does this mean Cash knows? Holy fuck – “Cash doesn’t know,” she says, interrupting my thoughts. “In fact, he’s the most oblivious person I’ve ever met.”

“Oh thank god,” I breathe, slumping a little in relief. “Liv, you can’t tell him–”

“Relax, Pres,” she says, putting a perfectly manicured hand to my knee, “I won’t. It’s not my business.”

I bite my lip hard. “How do you know?”

She shrugs. “People act differently once they’ve fucked,” she says simply. “It becomes pretty obvious.”

I blink at her. “Colson and I haven’t…” She gives me a look and I shake my head. “Honestly! We’ve done other stuff, but we haven’t had sex. I’ve, um, I’ve never even…”

Olivia raises a brow. “Wait. You’re a virgin?” she asks. My cheeks redden but I nod. “No way,” she says, covering her mouth. “No offense, but it shocks me that Colson is pursuing you.”

I flinch a little. “He’s different than he seems, Liv,” I say quietly. “He…he asked me to be his girlfriend earlier today.”

Olivia is silent for a moment, and then she lets out an incredulous laugh. “I’ll be damned. Holy shit. It’s about time,” she says.

“For what?” I ask, brow furrowing. 

“For Colson to stop moping over Megan and find someone actually good for him,” she says. “I mean, I see the way he looks at you, but I didn’t think he was ready to try romance again.”

I shrug, and I can’t help the little smile that crosses my face. “Yeah. He’s…he’s so sweet, Liv,” I tell her, and she softens, smiling. “He’s so gentle and patient and he just gets me, you know?”

“I do know,” she says, eyes sparkling, and I smile when I realize she’s talking about Cash. And then, anger flares inside me.

“Do you know that Cash has been telling Colson not to pursue anything with me?” I ask.

Olivia shakes her head quickly as if to clear away the disbelief. “Wait, what?!”

“Yeah,”  I say sharply. “He’s told Colson several times now not to try anything with me.”

Olivia snorts. “Well, Cash is a dumbass then, seeing as he’s made you room with Kells so many times,” she says.

“Exactly!” I say. “Although, I guess you did say he’s oblivious.” 

“Blinded by his own relationship,” Olivia says knowingly, nodding slowly. “It isn’t Cash’s business who you date.”

“Exactly what I said!” I say. “But Colson told me I should wait until the tour ends. Otherwise Cash might blow up and leave the tour.”

Olivia frowns. “That’s not fucking fair,” she says.

I shake my head. “No, I agreed, Colson isn’t wrong–”

“No, Cash is wrong,” she says. “It’s not fair that he gets to enjoy his relationship and you and Colson have to hide.”

“That’s exactly what I said,” I mutter. “But my brother is stubborn as fuck. I wouldn’t put it past him to do some dumb shit like punch Colson or leave the band.”

Olivia winces. “That would be really bad.”

“I know.”

Olivia sighs. “Okay. So you wait ‘til the end of tour. That’s not so bad, right?” 

I shrug weakly. “I guess not. Just sucks because I want to be unashamedly all over my boyfriend.” The word feels weird in my mouth, but I like the way it sounds. My boyfriend. Colson. 

Olivia smiles slowly. “Fuck all that. I’m so happy for you guys,” she said. “I couldn’t have handpicked someone better for Kells, honestly.”

“Thank you,” I say, beaming.

“Now, can we go back to the virginity thing?” she asks, and my smile fades, but I nod.

“If I can manage to room with him,” I say, “we’re going to tonight.”

Olivia’s eyes widen. “Oh, shit,” she says. “I’ll make it happen. Don’t you worry.” 

“Really?” I ask, nerves and excitement dancing in my belly.

“Yes, of course!” she says. “This is a big deal, Pres!”

“I know,” I agree, wiping my sweaty palms on my thighs. “I’m a little scared.”

Olivia softens and pets my leg. “From what it sounds like, Colson will be so good to you,” she says. “Just be honest with him. Don’t rush it.”

“It’s gonna hurt,” I say with a wince. “He’s…sorry. He’s your friend.”

“Oh, his dick is huge,” Olivia says bluntly. “We all know it. We’ve all seen Kells naked at one point or another. We’ve all walked in on him fucking, too.”

I cringe. “Yeah. Me too.”

Olivia winces sympathetically. “Yeah. Kells is– was– a manwhore. We love him, though.” She studies my face. “Hey,” she says. “It might hurt. But my advice is to do a shit ton of foreplay. Like, a lot. Have an orgasm before you even have sex, if possible. It’ll make it easier.”

I blush. I’ve never had a girlfriend to talk about this with before, but it’s nice not to be carrying this alone. I trust Olivia, and I really like her. I’m glad she agrees that Cash is being a douche. It tells me how good she is for my brother. 

“I’ll figure out the hotel situation,” she says. “Your job is to enjoy tonight.” 

XX

Olivia is amazing, and she came through. She told Cash that she and I were planning on rooming together tonight but that she was missing him, and he gladly switched rooms with me, all too focused on his relationship. I’m furious at him, but I pretend that I’m not. He’s too wrapped up to notice something’s off with me. 

Besides, my happiness with Colson makes up for it. I’m in pure bliss, knowing he’s mine and I’m his. I’m a mix between giddy and nervous as I lie on the hotel bed. Colson is in the shower. He insisted he take one even though I assured him I don’t mind being with him, post-concert and sweaty. It’s kind of endearing actually. He cares so much about this. He wants it to be perfect, I can tell.

So do I. I fluctuate constantly between scared and turned on. Once Colson is out of the shower and here with me, I’ll feel better. He turns off the shower and I tense up, fidgeting on the bed. This is happening. This is happening very soon.

Colson comes out of the bathroom in a pair of boxer briefs, hair still wet and messy from being towel dried. He looks amazing, as always. I love the way his briefs hug him just right, and I have an urge to tell him to turn around so I can check out his ass, but I can’t seem to find my voice.

He crosses the room to me, standing at the side of the bed, and reaches out to tuck my hair behind my ear. “How you doing, pretty girl?” he asks softly. 

I bite my lip and reach out for him. “Good,” I say, voice nearly a whisper. He sits on the bed with his back against the headboard, then pulls me into his lap. He slides his hands up and down my sides, admiring the silky slip I’m wearing. “You’re gorgeous,” he murmurs, looking up at me with those ice blue eyes. “Can’t believe you’re mine.”

I bite my lip and then lean in to kiss him. His kisses always relax me, so it will calm me down. Colson’s big hands land on my ass and squeeze, and I start to grind against him, but for some reason, I’m not as turned on as I usually am. It probably has something to do with the giant knot of anxiety in my stomach. 

Colson notices. Of course he does. He seems to know me better than I know myself. “Hey,” he murmurs, cupping my face in his hands. His brow is furrowed in concern and he’s frowning. “What’s wrong, baby?”

I’m embarrassed at the fact that my eyes are watering. This whole thing is so embarrassing. Why is this so hard for me? It feels like everyone else can get naked so easily. I’m 23 goddamn years old. What is wrong with me?

“Hey, Pres,” Colson coos, pulling me in close for a hug. Strong arms wrap around my waist and hold my close. “Shh, baby, you’re okay. You’re safe.”

“I’m sorry,” I whisper as my tears soak his neck. I’m shaking like a leaf and I’m so humiliated. 

Colson laughs softly. “Oh, baby, you have nothing to be sorry for. Nothing.” He kisses my shoulder and rocks me a bit. “Pres? Can you look at me?”

I don’t move. It’s too fucking embarrassing.

“Presley,” he says. “Hey, what’s your middle name?” 

“Maeve.”

“Presley Maeve Carver,” he says, and my mouth twitches. “Will you just fuckin’ look at me? Please?”

I take a deep breath and finally do as I’m told, pulling back from our embrace. Immediately, Colson’s hands are on my face, wiping away my tears. He smiles sweetly at me and instantly, my anxiety starts to edge back down. I sniffle, feeling so vulnerable, but so very safe. How does Colson do it? Make me feel like nothing and no one can hurt me.

“Pres,” he says. “When I asked you to be my girlfriend, I wasn’t asking because I thought it meant you’d sleep with me.” He tucks my hair behind my ear. “I asked you to be my girlfriend because I love everything about you. You’re perfect just as you are. Okay?” 

I hesitate, but then nod.

“Baby, there’s never any pressure,” he says. “I love what we do together. I’m not in any rush to have sex with you. I mean, I would love to, don’t get me wrong.”

"I want to,” I say with a sniffle. “It just doesn’t feel right. Not right now.”

Colson looks around. “Kind of impersonal at a hotel, huh?”

I nod timidly. 

Colson nods slowly. “We’ll be in LA in a week,” he says. “That’s where my house is. No one else will be around. We’ll have all the time in the world.”

I relax immediately. “That sounds better,” I admit. “Are you sure you’re okay with waiting?”

“Pres, I’d wait forever for you,” he blurts. And then he clears his throat, cheeks reddening. But his words have me biting back a smile. 

I love you. The words want to burst out of me so badly, but I hold them in. Not yet. It’s still so soon. Even though the words read extremely true, even more so after tonight. 

Colson

I can’t get back to LA soon enough.

It’s not because I can’t wait to have sex with Presley. I mean, of course I’m looking forward to it. I love her and I want to show her. I want to connect with her in that way. But that’s why I’m so happy to be back home. Time alone at my house will give us more time to connect, and maybe even talk about what the future will hold. 

I can’t believe I ever wanted to marry Megan. In hindsight, I’m so fucking glad I was just her rebound because if we were still together, I never would’ve found out what real love is. I never would’ve connected with Presley like this. And when I say this girl was made for me, I mean it.

The longer we’re together, the more I notice things about her. She has freckles. Tiny, almost invisible freckles. They came out when we were in The Maldives and she got a tan. She also has a birthmark in her inner thigh the shape of a chicken leg. Not even kidding. It’s hilarious and cute. When she laughs really hard, she snorts, and her nose wrinkles in the cutest way. I know I’m in deep because it’s the little things I love the most.

Our plane landed a couple of hours ago and we just got back to my house. Our suitcases are in my room and Presley stands in the doorway, looking around. I love my room. My bed is huge, I have blackout curtains on every window for prime sleeping, and it’s designed for comfort. I spend more time in here than in any other room in the house. 

I come up behind Presley and wrap my arms around her waist. She leans back against me and sighs. “I love your house, Col,” she says. “It’s so nice. It’s so you.”

I grin and press a kiss to the top of her head. “Thank you.” I let go of her and cross the room, tearing off my shirt. “I need a shower,” I announce.

“Me too,” Presley agrees. 

I lean on the doorframe of the bathroom and look her up and down. “Come shower with me,” I say.

Presley’s eyes immediately darken with lust and she bites her lip, tucking one leg behind the other. “Okay,” she says, voice small, but I can tell she wants it. I smirk and drop my jeans, stepping out of them, leaving me in only a pair of boxer briefs. Presley’s eyes widen slightly and she peels off her t-shirt and tugs down her leggings. Slowly, I stalk towards her, my eyes on hers the entire time, and when I get to her, I slip my hands into the sides of her panties and push them down. She gulps as she steps out of them. I lift her hands to my shoulders and then expertly unlatch her bra, tugging it down her arms. She grabs my boxer briefs and tugs them down, too, and finally, we’re both naked together.

The sexual tension in this room is absolutely unreal. Ever since our night in the hotel, we haven’t even had a second of alone time. It seems like someone’s always there, and more often than not, it’s Cash. My friend, my enemy. God, the guy makes me mad, but I’m also terrified of what’s going to happen when we tell him the truth. Will he get up and punch me out? Will he leave? I have no idea.

But right now, I can’t bring myself to care, because Presley stands in front of me, gorgeously naked, and soon enough, I will have all of her. I’ll be inside of her, and I’ll show her that I love her. That she never needs to be afraid again. That she can trust me. A shiver rolls down my spine at the mere thought of it. 

I take her hand and pull her with me into the bathroom where I start my shower and pull two fluffy towels from my cabinet. I throw them in the towel warmer and turn it on, and Presley lifts a brow. I smirk and shrug. She shakes her head and grins. “Rich people shit,” she says, and I laugh. But my laugh cuts off abruptly when she steps into my space and curls her fingers around my already half hard dick. I swallow hard and look down at her, letting my hands move down her back. I love how confident she’s getting.

Wordlessly, we step into the shower. Immediately, Pres goes for the shampoo and lathers some in her hands. “Turn around,” she says. My brows raise but I do. I tilt my head back with a groan when I feel Presley’s long fingernails against my scalp. My eyes close and my mouth hangs open.

“That feels so good,” I moan, and I make a mental note to ask her to play with my hair more often. Presley takes her time shampooing my hair, then adds some conditioner. I lean towards the water to rinse it and then grab the bottle of shampoo. I gesture for her to turn around and when she does, I stare shamelessly at her ass. I can’t help it. 

It’s my turn to massage the suds into her long hair and her turn to sigh and melt into the touch. I watch as goosebumps rise on her skin, even under the hot water, and smile a little. So sensitive and reactive, wherever I touch. Once her hair is rinsed and conditioned, she grabs the bottle of body wash and looks up at me. I gulp. 

She pours some of the soap into her hands and massages it in until it lathers, then gestures for me to turn around and starts with my back. She takes her time rubbing the soap into my shoulders and then slowly down my back. Finally, I feel her hands land on my ass and squeeze gently, and I can’t help but smirk. No idea why but Presley loves my ass so much, but she’s obsessed with it. She massages my cheeks and I chuckle silently. 

“Turn around,” she says, and when I do, I notice how dark her eyes have gotten. Desire swirls in my gut and I pull her close. She grabs some more soap and slowly starts rubbing it into my chest, her eyes following her hands. Down my stomach, she admires me, looking at me like I’m the most perfect thing she’s ever seen, and out of fucking nowhere, I’m hit with a huge wave of vulnerability. No one has ever looked at me like this. No one. Shit, and now my throat is tight. What the fuck is happening?

“Pres,” I say, voice rough with emotion, and she lifts her eyes to mine. She’s so stunning, her green eyes sparkling as she looks at me, hanging on my every word. I sigh and run a hand over her wet hair, my other hand sliding down her waist. 

“Cols?” she questions when I don’t say anything else. Her hands continue to stroke my stomach, my hips. I swallow the lump in my throat and keep looking at her. I can’t say anything. My throat is too tight. She softens a little and smiles gently at me. “I know, baby,” she murmurs. “I know.” She leans in and kisses me, and the kiss is everything. It’s so full of love and care, and I realize all at once that this is it. There’s no one else for me. Presley is my present and my future. I’ll never feel for anyone the things I feel for Presley. 

I wrap her up in my arms and hold her so tightly that my arms tremble a little. I’m realizing that for the first time, I might actually make love instead of fuck. The vulnerability is so striking that it scares me, but I can be vulnerable with Presley. I’ve always been able to. 

We hurry through the rest of our shower and once we’re dried off, I grab Pres by the hips and back her slowly into the room. She watches me the whole time, trusting me to get her safely to my bed. Once the backs of her knees hit the bed, she sits. Her hands are all over me: my waist, my stomach, my chest. My ass, my dick. At this point, I’m so hard that I’m leaking but it doesn’t matter. Tonight is about Presley and showing her that sex doesn’t need to be scary. It can be safe and loving. Shit, I’m learning as much as she is. 

“Get in bed, baby,” I tell her, and she does as she’s told, pulling back the covers to slide between my soft sheets. She sighs in pleasure and scoots over to make room for me. I crawl in beside her and slide my palm over her stomach, feeling the way it tenses slightly. I swear to god, her eyes haven’t left mine since we got here. 

Finally, we’re lying side by side in my bed, with no plans for the day, no reason to rush, and no one else around. We have all the time in the world together, just like we did in The Maldives, and I know that relaxes Presley, knowing she doesn’t have to rush. I know she’s scared. Of course she is. Having sex for the first time is a big deal whether or not people like to pretend it isn’t. I need this to be good for Presley, to be special. She deserves it, especially after holding out for so long.

For now, all I want to do is kiss her. I pull her closer so her leg drapes over my waist, and as my hand slides down the curve of her back, I press my mouth to hers. Her little sigh travels right to my cock and I groan softly, teasing her lips with my tongue. She opens her mouth for me and I graze my tongue against hers, teasing her. I love the way she tastes. 

Rolling her onto her back, I hover over her, taking control over the kiss. Presley is helpless to do anything but moan and pant as I melt her with kisses. I can feel her squirm beneath me, and I know she wants this. I know she’s wet just from kissing me, and I can’t wait any longer to feel her.

I let my fingers trace down her neck, and then I squeeze her breast gently. I love the way her tits fit in my hands, love the way her back arches when my thumbs brush over her sensitive nipples. Love the whines that fall from her lips when I play with her tits. I groan and roll onto my back, pulling her to straddle me so my hands are free. 

She sits up and watches me as I bring both hands up, cupping her breasts before squeezing them gently. She mewls and her head falls back, stomach tensing as I roll my thumbs over her nipples. “Colson,” she whines, hips jerking a little, and I know she’s fucking soaked. She gets wet so easily, so sinfully fucking wet, and I can’t wait to bury myself inside her. 

“Feels good, huh baby?” I say lowly, and she nods, brow furrowing with pleasure. “Yeah. That's my girl.” She practically melts into a puddle at my words, biting down on that sweet bottom lip. “Pres,” I rasp. I can’t stop talking to her. I think she likes it when I talk to her in bed. “Tell me. Are you wet for me, baby?”

“Fuck yes,” she moans, and as she does, she grinds against my bare cock. I let out a stuttering gasp as she slides against me, and instantly, my dick is wet. Holy shit. This girl is going to kill me. Cardiac arrest at 29. This is where it ends. 

“Do that again,” I plead, voice tight as my hands abandon her tits in favor of gripping that ass. Immediately, she does as she’s told, and the way my dick fits against her is too perfect. Suddenly, the words are there on the tip of my tongue. I love you. But I hold them in. Not yet.

“Fuck, Presley,” I grunt as she continues to grind on me, rolling her hips more quickly. She gasps as her hips stutter, and my eyes flick up to her face. She’s in total ecstasy, jaw slack and eyes squeezed shut. I lift my hips on her next grind and those eyes fly open as she cries out, pressing her hands to my chest.

“Ohh, Colson, fuck,” she moans, voice shaky. “Fuck, baby, I–” She doesn’t finish her sentence, and part of me wonders if she’s holding the words back, too. But that doesn’t matter right now. All that matters is the angel falling apart above me right now, rolling her wet pussy against my cock over and over. 

“That’s it,” I groan, digging my fingertips into her ass. “Make yourself come, Pres. Grind that clit on me until you explode.”

“O-ohhh,” Presley whines, hips jerking at my words. “Y-yeah…”

“Come on, baby, tell me you’re close,” I plead.

She nods frantically. “Y-yes, so fucking cl-close, Col.” Her voice is so beautifully broken, and I grip her ass harder so she grinds into me with more pressure, and as she does, her body goes rigid. Her spine straightens up as her breath catches in her throat, and then she wails, spasming against me. She gushes around my cock until I can feel her arousal trickle down my balls. It’s the sexiest, most erotic thing I’ve ever felt. 

When she’s done, she collapses on my chest and pants. I stroke her hair as she comes down, and I focus on the feel of her heartbeat against my chest. When she catches her breath, she lifts her head to look at me. Her hand finds mine and she squeezes. “Hey,” she says softly, those eyes soft and loving as they look at me.

“Pres,” I sigh, kissing her gently. 

“Col, I want you,” she says. “All of you. I’m ready, baby, please.” She sounds almost frantic and all it does is turn me on more, and fuck, I’m definitely coming way too soon tonight. It’s been so long since I’ve been inside someone, and she’s different. I’m in love with her. I’m ten times more attracted to her than I ever have been to anyone else, and I feel like a teenager again, worried about busting the second I get balls deep. 

I swallow hard and gently roll her onto her back. Reaching into my nightstand, I come back with a condom. Her eyes light up a little. “Can I put it on you?” she asks.

I whine lowly in the back of my throat and my cock twitches, reminding me of just how little control I have. “Of course,” I tell her. She wets her lips and takes the packet from me, ripping it open. She pulls out the condom and examines it for a second. I push the blankets down, making it easier for her, and she places it over the crown of my dick. I shudder at the feeling and watch as she rolls the latex down. I don’t mind condoms. Better safe than sorry. I just hope it feels good for her.

Once the condom is on, I shift so I’m hovering over her, and then I get between her legs. “Just relax,” I murmur, leaning in to pepper gentle kisses over her collarbones. I stroke her hips gently, wanting her to be as relaxed and pliant as she possibly can be. This is going to hurt. There’s no way around it. 9 inches is a lot for anyone to take, but especially a virgin. For the first time, I feel guilty about my size. The last thing I want to do is hurt Pres, but I know it won’t always hurt. 

She looks up at me with worried eyes and I kiss her gently. “Baby, I promise I’ll go so slow,” I assure her. “You’re in control here, okay? Do you trust me?”

“More than anything,” she says, pushing my hair back gently. “Just…be careful, okay?”

I nod, kissing her cheek softly. “Deep breath for me.” I reach down and grip my cock, rubbing the tip up and down over her clit. Her ass tightens and her hips lift slightly and she gasps at the sensation, still sensitive from her recent orgasm, I’m assuming. I guide my dick lower until it dips just slightly into her pussy, enough to gather her arousal and disperse it a little more. 

My heart is pounding so fucking hard I feel like I might pass out, and suddenly, I can’t keep it in anymore. I press inside of her, just an inch, and when she hisses, eyes growing worried, I touch her face. “Presley,” I say. “Look at me.” Her eyes find mine and when I see her relax, I know it’s time. I don’t know why, but I laugh softly. “Presley, I love you,” I say finally. 

Pres freezes, studying my face as if she doesn’t believe me, but when she realizes I’m telling the truth, her smile is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life. “Cols,” she says breathlessly. “God. I love you, too.” 

I had no idea how much I needed to hear that. I relax and kiss her hard, and when I do, I slide just a little deeper. She whimpers and I have half a mind to pull out, so scared of hurting her, but then I feel her long nails dig into my asscheeks. “Don’t stop,” she gasps, shuddering beneath me. “S’okay.” 

“You’re doing so fucking good,” I say into her mouth, my legs shaking as I try to take my time. “Keep breathing, my love, keep breathing.” She bites down on my lip gently as I sink deeper inside, a whine keening out of her. We pant into each other’s mouths as slowly, I start to fill her, and holy fuck, she’s so tight. She squeezes my cock so tightly that I can barely breathe. Nothing has ever felt so fucking good before. 

“Almost there,” I tell her tightly, finding her hand and lacing our fingers together. “Doing so good, baby, I love you so much.” 

Presley lets out a helpless little sound and puts her hand to the back of my head. “Colson, I love you,” she whimpers, and when I pull back slightly to look into her eyes, I can see they’re watering. I open my mouth to ask if she needs me to stop, but she shakes her head and shushes me. “This isn’t because it hurts,” she murmurs. It's emotion. Fuck. I’m doing this all right. She feels safe and loved and I did that for her. Finally, I drive myself home with another slow surge of my hips, and Pres gasps. 

“Oh shit,” she mutters.

I look at her, a little worried, but she just laughs breathily. “Cols,” she says. “I’m not a virgin anymore.”

I can’t help but laugh too, and then we’re kissing. It’s messy and wet and passionate and so goddamn perfect. I could kiss her forever. Finally, she makes a soft sound and lifts her hips, giving my asscheek a squeeze. I retract my hips and carefully roll them forward. Presley breaks the kiss to let out a shaky moan, her brows knitting together. “Shit,” she pants.

“This okay?” I ask, and she nods fast. 

“God, yes.” Her voice is so laced with pleasure that I swear to god my balls tighten up. Fuck, I need to try to make this last. 

She’s wet as fuck, seriously soaked, which makes it easier to start sliding in and out of her at a slow pace. “Oh my god,” she chokes out, wrapping one leg around me. “God, Cols, feels so f-fuckin’ good–”

“Uhh, fuck,” I stutter out, unable to help myself, because it feels fucking good for me too. Way too good. My dick is wrapped so tightly in her warm, wet walls, and with every roll of my hips, our abdomens press together. I can feel every inch of the woman I love, and much to my surprise, her eyes aren’t the only ones that are wet. 

Burying my face in her neck, I try to hold back my emotions, but it’s been so long since I’ve cried and I’m scared it’s all going to come pouring out at once. I focus on the heat of her pussy, the feel of her soft skin against mine. Our hands are clutched tightly together and her nipples graze my chest and my abdomen is clenching as I pick up the pace. But Presley is whining and moaning and making the sexiest sounds I’ve ever heard, and she’s enjoying this. I know she is. She doesn’t even have to tell me.

“Presley – fuck!” I gasp, a familiar warmth rising in my stomach after way too short a time. Christ, it hasn’t even been five minutes. “Holy shit, baby, y-you’re gonna make me come,” I manage. 

“Mm,” she moans, digging her nails into my back. “Fuck, Col, I love you, baby, I love you so much!”

It’s her profession of love that does it for me. It’s all too much for my emotions and my body and I let go, coming so hard my vision whites out for a second. I’ve never felt so safe and secure and loved in my whole life, and as I rut against Presley, I wonder how anything could be more blissful than this. 

Finally, once I’m done, I stroke her hip and very gently pull out of her. She whimpers at the emptiness and I shush her gently, sliding down between her legs. I lift them over my shoulders and she looks down at me, panting. “Shh, baby, gonna make you feel better, I promise.” I close my eyes as my tongue meets her swollen clit, and I apply just the right amount of pressure. 

When I close my lips around her clit, I know what’s going to happen. She cries out, legs pressing against my head, and I wrap my hands around those beautiful, trembling thighs. I’m not taking my time here. I’m making her feel better, I’m making her come, and I want to taste every fucking second of it. Letting my tongue drift self-indulgently into her pussy, I groan at the taste there, at the way her arousal is just everywhere. I’ve never been with someone who gets this wet and I go absolutely fucking wild for it.

“Colson!” she cries out, pushing both hands needily into my hair as her body hunches, trembling beneath me. “Ohh, fuck, I’m gonna come–”

I moan against her, pulling her closer as I prepare myself, and my eyes slip closed in pure bliss as she bucks against me, her orgasm causing her pussy to flex against my mouth. I moan, enjoying every second, and god, I don’t want this to end, I want to be back inside her so bad, but that can wait. We have all the time in the world to do this all again. 

Finally, I rest my head against her thigh and pant. We both struggle to catch our breath, her hand still weakly in my hair, my face covered in her release, filled condom still wrapped around my cock. I wince at the latter sensation and finally pull back, rolling the latex off of me. I sigh in relief and toss it into the trash, then settle into bed beside her. 

She rolls her head over to look at me and she’s so blissed out that it takes my breath away. Her green eyes are glazed, her lips are red, and her mouth hangs open. She smiles softly at me and leans in for a kiss. I pull her close, savoring her kiss, and finally hum as I pull back. “Hey,” I murmur. “You need to pee.”

“How would you know?” she scoffs, and I laugh.

“I mean, I don’t know if you have to pee, but you need to so you don’t get an infection,” I explain.

She lifts a brow. “You’re smart, Colson Baker,” she says, and I grin sheepishly. She smiles too and gives me one more kiss before rolling out of bed and walking on trembling legs to the bathroom. “Don’t listen!” she yells from the bathroom and I laugh, rolling onto my back.

“Can’t help it,” I call back. “It’s quiet in here.”

Presley groans and I snicker, burying myself in the blankets to give her some privacy. Holy shit. Presley just gave me her virginity. We told each other we love each other. I can’t believe everything that has happened in such a short period of time. 

I open my eyes when I feel the blankets lift, and I open an arm for my girlfriend, for the woman I love. She settles into my chest and sighs. I smile and kiss her forehead. “I mean it, Pres,” I murmur. “I love you.”

“Yeah,” she says, tracing one of my tattoos. “I mean it, too. I love you, too, Colson.”

I can’t help but smile. I’m not sure I’ll ever get tired of hearing that. “How is this real?” I ask.

Presley laughs softly. “I don’t know. I’m not complaining.”

“You okay, baby?” I ask.

She nods. “Yeah. I really am. It’s you, Col. I trust you so much,” she says, looking up at me. “Thank you for making it perfect. You take such good care of me.”

“I always will,” I tell her, and she softens, leaning in to kiss me. 

As we lie here together in my bed, kissing and cuddling and talking, I realize I’ve never been happier. Presley was right. I should’ve given a relationship a chance. And I’m so glad I did, because Presley is absolutely everything to me. I can see our life together unfolding and it doesn’t scare me. 

All it does is make me super fucking happy.

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[psychicreadsgirl]

to the megan fox anon, Megan said she & brian green (her ex husband) was "destined" for each other & she feels he's her soulmate. Then proceed to be with her twin flame, MGK lmao

Well I'm not an expert in soulmates/twin flames, so I can't say. However, Megan does have a tendency of making her partners rely on her? Like I just see that scene that gives motherly vibes where she's hugging her partner and their head is against her chest and she's going "there, there." and stroking his head.. Her partners can be sort of too dependent on her and in a way become like a kid. She likes that they rely on her a lot too.

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[wortzentriert]

#apologetik #colson

[pixiedust0]

𝐾𝑖𝑠𝑠 𝑚𝑒

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

❥𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 - 𝟷.𝟸𝙺

❥𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 - 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑, 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛, 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐

𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

𑁍

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

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

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

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

𑁍

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

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

𑁍

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

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

𑁍

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

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

𑁍

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

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

𑁍

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

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

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

𑁍

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

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

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

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

𑁍☾𑁍☾𑁍☾𑁍

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[gatorsportsfan]

Michigan LB Colson wins Lott IMPACT Trophy

Dec 10, 2023, 11:58 PM ET NEWPORT BEACH, Calif. — Linebacker Junior Colson of top-ranked Michigan won the Lott IMPACT Trophy on Sunday night as the college football player who makes an impact on and off the field. The Haiti-born Colson received the 20th annual award from Hall of Famer Ronnie Lott at the Pacific Club in Newport Beach. Colson led the Wolverines with 71 tackles, 26 more than the…

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[shesagothgirl]

Worthy of Love - mgk

description; y/n and Colson attend a house party. Things get out of hand when y/n’s past confronts them.

warning: swearing, mentions of abuse, mentions of smut

Colson stood in the overcrowded kitchen, a solo cup in one hand, a blunt in the other, his icy blue eyes scanning the makeshift dance floor where a sea of bodies moved together to a trap song that he didn’t recognize. On a typical Saturday night he might be out there with them, jumping obnoxiously, majorly intoxicated - but tonight wasn’t a typical Saturday night. With the stress of the upcoming album, Colson didn’t feel like partying, from the moment he stepped through the threshold he regretted ever saying yes to his friends’ relentless begging. Taking a hit from his blunt, Colson felt the smoke fill his lungs, an attempt to take the edge off, his gaze settling on the middle of the dance floor where his girlfriend of two years stood in her all black outfit that hugged all the right places, engulfed in the arms of Sophie Llyod, the newest member of his band, the two women moving playfully to the beat of the music beating through the speakers. He watched as Y/N laughed, her infectious smile making one pull at his own lips, her long hair flowing gracefully down her back, her hips moving seductively to the music. If he had it his way, she would be pinned beneath him, their bodies wrapped together between their black satin sheets, but instead he was here, watching her from afar and deprived of her touch.

“I didn’t think you were gonna come.” a voice speaks, pulling Colson’s eyes from the dance floor to Brandon Allen, his best friend that had spent over an hour trying and failing, or so he thought, to get him to attend his celebratory album release houseparty. Colson chuckles, shaking his head as his eyes fall back on Y/N, who is moving her body against Sophie’s, securing the attention of the crowd around them.

“I didn’t plan on it.” Colson replies, tipping his head in the direction of the girl that forced him out of the house. “This was all her.” Brandon follows his gaze to the dance floor and smiles when he sees her. She had been a blessing in disguise when she stumbled, quite literally, into their lives all those years ago. Brandon could remember clearly the way Colson clung to her when she lost her footing exiting the VIP section of the urban night club, the two of them hitting it off almost instantly. It wasn’t long before Y/N was joining studio sessions and late night team meetings, becoming a best friend, as if she had been there all along, until, for her and Colson, being best friends wasn’t enough.

“She looks good.” Brandon says, a sense of pride filling his chest. He could tell, even from as far away as he was, that for the first time in a long time, she was genuinely happy. She radiated a glow that he missed seeing, and he knew Colson was the source. He and Y/N were made for each other, two individuals that were put on this earth to bring out the best in the other.

“She feels good.” Colson agrees, smiling as he watches Y/N sway to the beat of the music. She had come so far, learning how to love herself again, learning how to trust, he was proud of her. Colson had never loved anything the way that he loved her. He could think better when she was around, breathe better, life was easy with her. She unknowingly had him wrapped around her finger, and he wanted desperately to keep it that way. His eyes hungrily followed the curves of her body, teasing him with each swing of her hips and it was taking every inch of will power he had not to move from his spot and drag her back home.

Y/N could feel the sweat dripping down her back beneath her cropped black tank top, her body vibrating from the two shots of tequila she and Sophie had consumed four songs ago. She knew the moment that Brandon began blowing up Colson’s phone that they would be attending his party. She wanted him to let loose and enjoy the accomplishment of another successful album with the people he cared about most. He and his team had worked long nights and early mornings for months with the intent of the number one spot and despite Colson’s insistent perfectionist side, she knew there was no way ‘Mainstream Sellout’ was anything less than number one. He begged her to stay home, tempted her with the press of his soft lips against every inch of her body, teased her with his pink nail painted fingers weaved into her hair, but he knew he was no match for her, and in the end he was watching her eagerly pick out matching outfits for them and asking him if she should go “full glam” for her makeup look. “I need a drink!” Sophie yelled, pulling Y/N from her thoughts, the blonde girls statement making her realize her own thirst

Nodding her head eagerly Y/N intertwined her fingers with Sophie’s, allowing the guitarist to pull her through the sea of sweaty bodies and in the direction of the kitchen, oblivious to the tall, lurking man behind her until her name was leaving his lips. Slowing her steps, Y/N glances over her shoulder, her breath catching in her throat as her eyes connected with the pair of eerily familiar brown eyes she knew all too well. “Corey.” Sophie, sensing Y/N’s sudden hesitation, turns to face the pair staring at each other, being so new to the group, she didn’t recognize Corey or that he was Y/N’s ex-boyfriend.

“I was hoping you’d be here tonight.” Corey started casually, taking a step closer to Y/N, instinctively making her take a step away, her back colliding with Sophie’s chest. “Look, I just want to talk.” Corey continues, his anger beginning to grow at the way she cowers from him. Corey hadn’t seen Y/N in years, the last time being the morning he left for work, returning home later that day to an empty house cleared of all her belongings.

“There’s nothing to talk about.” Y/N states softly, feeling the confidence she had spent the last four years building slipping from her grasp. Sophie slides her arm around Y/N’s waist, clearly seeing that whatever the situation was between the two of them, it wasn’t a safe one.

“Come on girl, I’m parched!” Sophie exclaims, pulling on Y/N’s waist, the young girl’s body easily moving with Sophie’s desperate to get away from Corey and all the memories he brought back. Corey feels the tension fill his body and he knows that if she gets away he won’t get another chance to be alone with her, so he latches his fingers around her wrist, tugging roughly to halt her movement, Y/N stumbling over her own feet. “What the fuck?” Sophie spits out, stepping around Y/N to shove at Corey’s chest, her hand just barely connecting with his chest before two hands are swiftly moving her to the side and replacing her is an agitated Colson.

He had been watching the entire interaction from the kitchen - controlling the way his blood boiled at the sight of Corey, ignoring the way he wanted to wrap his hands around his neck when he took a step near Y/N. Although Colson could see what Corey’s presence was doing to her, he was impressed with how Y/N had stood her ground, and for a moment he didn’t think he was going to have to intervene, until he put his hands on her. When they first met, it had taken Y/N month’s to trust Colson with the truth about the toxic relationship between her and Corey. He was sick to his stomach each time he thought about the way he hurt her and all the bruises she spent their whole relationship covering up. Corey had broken her down into a shell of herself, and it wasn’t until her run in with Colson that she discovered she was more than someone’s punching bag. “Corey,” Colson starts, his left hand finding Y/N’s right, intertwining their fingers together as he feels her left hand latch onto his forearm, hidden behind Colson’s 6’4 figure. “What are you doing here?” Every fiber in his body wanted nothing more than to connect his fist to Corey’s face, but in an attempt to keep his cool, he chose his words carefully.

“Kells, it’s good to see you, dude!” Corey greets, a fake smile plastered to his face. Ever since Colson had come into Y/N’s life he was a nuisance to Corey. He was the reason Y/N grew the confidence to leave him, to ruin their relationship and embarrass him. But Corey was no idiot, and knowing Machine Gun Kelly could get him a long way in life. Corey reaches for a handshake that Colson doesn’t return. By now a small circle has been made around the group, the dance floor unusually still as everyone watches the tense encounter. “I just wanted to talk to Y/N, clear some things up between the two of us.” Corey explains, Y/N’s grip tightening on Colson’s. She hated the way Corey made her feel; so insecure and small, so insignificant- feelings that Colson spent day after day mending until she saw herself how he saw her.

“She doesn’t want to talk to you.” Colson retorts, his gaze never leaving Corey’s. Y/N lets out a breath, her stomach tightening, she couldn’t help but think about what would have happened if Colson wasn’t there, but he was, he always was.

“Come on, man, you can’t seriously believe all the shit she’s saying about me.” Corey practically shouts, a desperate attempt to defend himself making the anger in Colson grow. Corey didn’t realize how much self control was holding Colson back. “She broke up with me to be with you. Her being a slut doesn’t make me an abuser.” The words are out of Corey’s mouth and into the air before he can stop it, and within seconds, Colson’s releasing his grip on Y/N, his right fist connecting with Corey’s mouth: once, twice, three times.

Y/N lunges forward, grabbing onto Colson’s arm, realizing the situation and the hundred people surrounding them watching it unfold. She could practically see the next TMZ article commenting on MGK’s bad attitude and unfortunate personality, she would be damned if his image was tainted because of her asshole of an ex. “Colson, stop.” From her peripheral vision she could see Brandon pushing through the crowd trying to get to Colson before things went too far. Colson was bent over Corey’s body that lay flat on the ground, his fist wrapped around the collar of his t-shirt, his other hand pulled back, aimed for Corey’s nose when Y/N tried again. “Please,” She shouted, tugging desperately at his arm, panicked at the thought of his life being ruined because of her. The word, acting as a trigger, immediately pulled Colson’s attention to Y/N, dropping his hands roughly from the beaten body beneath him.

“If I ever catch you near her again, you’re dead.” Colson muttered, so quietly that only Corey and few people standing close enough could hear before he straightened to his full height, turning to face Y/N for the first time since the altercation began. Behind him Brandon had gotten to Corey, he and Rook, who was somewhere outside when things begin, lifting him from the ground to remove him from the party. Colson’s eyes found Y/N, who stood in worry for her boyfriend, anxious to be in his arms. She was sure he hadn’t been hit, but everything had happened so fast, she needed to make sure. Colson released a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding in, and started walking through the crowd, his fingers grazing Y/N’s bare arm as he passed her and headed down the hall towards the bathroom, needing to settle himself. Y/N was hot on his heels, slipping into the brightly lit bathroom behind him, closing and locking the door.

Colson sat on the closed seat of the toilet, his head in his hands as he took a few deep breaths. He could usually control himself better than that, especially around Y/N. He worked continuously to keep violence away from her, to avoid anything triggering, but hearing him call her a liar, insinuating that their relationship started unloyally when it was anything but, it made his blood boil. He could remember the day clearly that Y/N had called him crying, the black eye she had when she answered her front door was enough from him to demand she leave with him right then. They packed her stuff and the guest room at Colson’s became hers, he spent the night rocking her to sleep, reassuring her that she was safe and that he would never let anyone hurt her again. “I’m sorry.” Y/N whispers, standing by the doorway as she watches Colson cautiously.

“Don’t.” Colson says quietly, shaking his head as he looks up and into her worried eyes. “Don’t apologize for him.” Colson continues, reaching his hand out to grab hers pulling her closer until she’s crouched in front of him, her hands resting on his knees. “I shouldn’t have lost my cool like that.”

“Are you kidding?” Y/N laughs, her hand reaching up to push Colson’s messy pink hair out of his brilliant blue eyes. “The prick deserved it.” Y/N smiles, running her fingers across his cheek bones. She had spent so many years trapped with Corey that she never would have imagined herself here, placed before a man that loved her more than life, that would do anything for her, give anything for her, she never knew she was worthy of love, until Colson.

“He did, huh?” Colson laughs, placing his hands on both of Y/N’s cheeks, his eyes boring into hers.

“Thank you.” Y/N says softly.

“For what?”

“For protecting me, for loving me.” She speaks, her words sending a chill up his spine. “How did I get so lucky?”

Colson smiles, running a hand through Y/N’s long hair, his forehead pressed to hers. “Nah baby, I’m the lucky one.” Colson presses his lips to hers, reveling in the way her lips feel against his. He knew she was his soulmate, the only person in the world he could imagine his life with, he was irrevocably hers.

“See if we would have just stayed home like I wanted to, none of this would have happened.” Y/N teases, knowing that the events of tonight never would have occurred if she would have just listened to Colson.

“Yeah, yeah, very funny, can we go home now?” Y/N laughs as she places another kiss on his lips before standing and pulling him up with her. She would spend the rest of the night, and probably the next morning, making it up to him the way he wanted from the start, wrapped around each other.

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