#mgk x ofc

[hollywoodxwhore]

Mine | Chapter Seven

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, masturbation, col being afraid of his feelings, MAJOR vulnerability, fingering, coming in one's pants

The moment you've all been waiting for...the smut has arrived.

Colson

I’ve never wanted anyone more than I want Presley.

It really hits me the next morning when I wake and watch her sleep. Everything about her is everything I’ve always wanted. Her beauty, her wit, the way she trusts me and makes me feel safe, the way she just lets me be myself, it’s all I’ve ever wanted. If it wasn’t for Cash, I would’ve told her this. 

But I can’t. Her brother made that loud and crystal fucking clear.

But god, I’m falling for her, and hard. I feel more for her in a couple of months than I ever did for Megan, and I thought I was in love with her. I’m not in love with Presley. Of course I’m not. But I do have strong feelings for her that probably could be love if I pursued it. 

The fact that I can’t makes me sick to my stomach. 

I have to start distancing myself because this is going to kill me. But I can’t do it. The thought of hurting her to protect my own feelings is a pill I can’t swallow.

I sigh softly and very gently stroke her hair, not wanting to wake her up. She’s tucked under my arm, our legs tangled together, and I feel like I can’t get close enough. I picture slow, lazy mornings with her, waking up to slow kisses and passionate sex. Taking our time, ignoring the world outside. It’s such a beautiful dream that it makes my heart ache.

Presley starts to stir and I loosen my grip so she can stretch out. She breathes in deeply as she does, and then she relaxes on me, draping her arm over my stomach. “Morning,” she says quietly.

“Morning. You sleep okay?” I ask.

“Perfect,” she says. “Thanks again for last night.”

“Of course,” I say. “Thank you, too. I appreciate you listening.”

“Of course.” She smiles up at me and my heart skips a beat. I want to kiss her so badly that it physically hurts. And I think she wants to kiss me, too. But then I flash back to Cash’s words. I don’t really care what she wants. It’s not just about me wanting her. He doesn’t care if she wants me, too. Cash just doesn’t want us to be together or sleep together or whatever.

And it makes me fucking mad.

“Want some breakfast?” I ask. “I think we have muffins in the kitchen.”

“Sure,” she says. I roll out of bed and sulk into the kitchen, feeling frustrated. I take my time grabbing us some muffins and making coffee, and when I return, Presley is in a tiny black bikini, one leg up on a chair while she rubs sunscreen on her leg, and the suit barely covers her ass. I nearly drop the coffees as I stare at her. 

She looks over her shoulder at me and grins, but she’s blushing. “You good?”

“Yeah. Sorry,” I say, setting her muffin and coffee down on her nightstand. “I just…that’s a nice bathing suit is all.”

Presley grins knowingly and walks over, picking a piece off the top of her muffin and popping it into her mouth. “Thanks for making coffee,” she says.

“Of course.” I grab a bathing suit from my bag and go into the bathroom to change. I’m in a downright shitty mood about the whole situation. I know she’s starting to trust me, and I know we could be something great if we let ourselves try. I’m so lost. 

I exit the bathroom and Presley is right there. She narrows her eyes at me. “Why are you acting weird?” She asks.

“What? I’m not,” I lie.

“Colson, don’t lie to me,” she says, and she looks hurt. 

It pains me not to be honest with her, but it will hurt to tell the truth, too. “It’s nothing,” I say. “Can we just go find the others?”

She lets me walk past her but I can feel her eyes boring into me. She says nothing, grabbing her sunglasses and walking out onto the deck. Before I know it, she’s in the water, swimming down to where the others are already outside. 

“Fuck!” I cry, slamming a fist on the nightstand, which rattles my coffee mug. I’m not thinking straight. I need to clear my head.

I need to come.

Presley is long gone, down with our friends, and no one will question if I’m a little late. I do need to put sunscreen on, and maybe I want to finish my coffee. I’m sure I’m in the clear. Presley won’t be back.

I don’t bother getting on the bed or grabbing my phone. I don’t need porn. I’m so pent up already that it won’t take me long. I lean on the dresser and tug my shorts down. My dick is already hard and I take a deep breath as I curl my hand around the base and give a little tug. Pleasure zips up my spine so fast that I let out a stuttering gasp. Damn, I’m desperate.

I’m too horny to feel guilty about my thoughts going straight to Presley. She’s the reason I’m so sexually frustrated, so of course she’s on my mind. Of course that perfect ass is on my mind. Those tits. Those perfect lips that I know would look so pretty wrapped around my dick. My hips jerk at the thought, and I swipe my thumb over the sensitive tip, which makes me whimper quietly.

I can’t believe how quickly my toes curl against the floor and my stomach knots up. I’m like a teenager again. It’s embarrassing, but I’m too close to give a fuck. I picture myself buried deep inside Presley, knowing how tight and hot and wet she would be, and I scramble to snatch some tissues from the box on the dresser. I barely grab them in time before I’m crying out, coming so hard I see stars. I manage to catch it all in the tissues, and when I’m done, I slump and pant. Thank god. Now I’ll be able to think more clearly. 

I open my eyes and shuffle into the bathroom, flushing the tissues down the toilet. With my swim shorts back in place, I feel better. I just need to keep my shit together. I’ll be fine. 

After putting on some much needed sunscreen — I’m already sunburned from yesterday — I grab my hat and sunglasses and hop into the water, swimming over to the others. Music is playing already, and as I get closer, I see that they’re playing chicken. More specifically, Presley is playing chicken. On Slim’s shoulders. His hands are on her thighs and he laughs as she tries to wrestle Rook off of Baze’s shoulders. When Rook eventually knocks her over, Slim scoops her out of the water bridal style and they laugh. Envy flares in my gut.

I glance over at Cash and he doesn’t seem bothered at all. My eyes narrow and I have to fight the urge not to call him out. How come Slim can literally hold Presley but if I even breathe in her presence I get a warning? It’s bullshit. I jump a little when I realize Ashleigh has swum up beside me.

“Hey,” she says quietly. “You okay?” 

I clear my throat and nod. “Fine. Who’s got drinks?” I swim over to where I can see a cooler sitting on the deck of whoever’s house this is. I grab a beer from inside and chug half of it right away. I can’t be sober right now. 

Ashleigh gets the picture. I don’t want to talk. She doesn’t follow me. She lets me isolate from the group with my beer. All I do for a long time is observe. Presley stays close to Slim. Is she trying to make me jealous? Is she mad at me or acting weird? God, this shit is pissing me off.

“Yo Kells.” Slim’s voice breaks me from my train of thought.

“What?” I snap. Jesus. I need to chill.

“What are you doing, brother? Come swim,” he says. “Ain’t you hot?”

I am. I’m sweating my ass off sitting on this deck, but I’m scared if I get close to Presley I’ll do something I regret. I have had four beers by now. But I am dying, so I sink into the water and swim over to them. 

“You good, man?” Slim asks so only I can hear.

“Fine,” I mutter, jaw clenching a bit. 

Slim gives me a look. “Come on, man,” he says. “You lookin’ at her like you hungry and she’s a five-course meal.”

I whip my head over to look at him so fast that he jumps. “What?” I hiss.

“You really think you that sneaky?” Slim asks, raising a brow. I watch Presley talking with Olivia and Cash as she treads water, and I stifle a sigh. “You ain’t.”

“Alright, I fucking get it,” I mutter. “Does Cash know?”

“Bro, he’s so wrapped up in Liv, he’s got no idea,” he says. “You two…you know?” 

“No,” I mumble. “It started that night Cash got super fucked up in Cincinnati. She was in this lounge in the hotel and I told her to come sleep in my room. We ended up falling asleep together. It’s the weirdest thing, but we can’t really sleep without each other anymore.”

Slim winces. “Shit. So what’s the problem?”

“Cash told me not to try anything,” I say, glaring at Cash. He’s happy as a clam with his arm around Olivia’s waist. “It’s not fucking fair.”

Slim shrugs and sighs. “That’s a tough spot, man. What you gonna do?”

“I have no fucking idea,” I sigh. “It’s…deeper than just sexual.”

Slim nods slowly. “You have feelings for her,” he says knowingly. I hang my head and nod. “Have you told Cash? Maybe if he knows your intentions are good, he’ll back off a little.”

“He told me he doesn’t care what Presley wants either. He just doesn’t want me with his sister,” I explain.

“Well, fuck.” Slim shakes his head. “This is tough.”

“You’re fucking telling me,” I mumble. “Slim, I don’t know what to do.”

Slim nods. “Yeah. I wish I could give you advice,” he says. “Unless you want to confront Cash, then I think you’re stuck.”

Yeah. Completely fucking stuck. 

XX

I avoided Presley all day. 

I feel like a dick, but I didn’t really know what else to do. Being near her hurts. Talking to her hurts. Knowing I can’t have her…it all hurts. 

So I’m not really surprised when she gives me the cold shoulder later that night. We’ve all finished dinner, a late night swim, and we’re turning in for the night. I shut the door behind me and watch Presley walk down the hall after kicking out of her sandals. She hasn’t looked at me all night. Not after I ignored her earlier today.

I follow behind her, hands in my pockets, and my anxiety is a presence in the room, making me shift on my feet, squirming like I have fucking ants in my pants. I lean on the doorframe of the bedroom, watching as Presley peels off the dress that covers her bikini. She grabs a fresh towel and slips outside. I frown, confused, and I go to the door. I slide it open slowly, watching as she sets her towel down and starts to fill the jacuzzi tub.

She leans over and feels the water, standing back up once she’s satisfied, and then she spots me and freezes. “Do you need something?” she asks flatly.

I open my mouth but then close it and shake my head. She nods curtly.

“Well, I’m getting in,” she says. “So if you can go away so I can take my suit off, that’d be great.”

“Presley.”

“I need to just…get in this bath and read my book, okay?” Her tone is clipped and she avoids my eye, arms crossing over her chest in a way that makes her look so guarded. It makes my heart ache but I just nod and slink back inside. 

As I sink slowly onto the bed, I let my head fall into my hands. This isn’t just hurting me, it’s hurting Presley. I don’t know what she wants and she doesn’t know what I want. No matter what Cash says, Presley is my friend, and she doesn’t deserve coldness. I walk back over to the door, forgetting somehow that she was planning on getting into the tub naked, and I freeze in my tracks when I see her through the glass.

I’m mesmerized for no more than a few seconds when I see her. Her back is to me, and I can’t see everything, but I do spot the soft curve of her breast and the perfect shape of her ass as she sinks into the tub. I squeeze my eyes shut, feeling even worse. “God dammit,” I mutter, storming back over to the bed where I flop face down. “I’m such a fucking dick.” 

I stay that way on the bed for a long time, wallowing in my own misery until I hear the door slide open. I roll over and sit up, watching as Presley walks in. Her raven hair is piled on top of her head and she’s wrapped in a towel, her bathing suit nowhere to be found. She sees me looking at her and she freezes, slowly closing the door behind her. “What?” she asks.

I swallow hard and get to my feet, going over to her. She looks apprehensive as I get closer, and then I stop. “Presley,” I say. Her jaw works as she avoids my eyes. “I know you’re upset.”

“Oh, really?” she snaps. “How would you know? It’s not like you’ve even fucking talked to me today.” Her eyes are on mine now, and they’re fierce with emotion. It takes me aback a little.

“I-I know,” I say. “I’m really sorry.”

“What do you want, Colson?” she asks, shaking her head. She clutches her towel, making sure it doesn’t go anywhere. “One second, you’re cuddling with me and almost kissing me. Next, you’re avoiding me. Then, you have a…a fucking…you’re hard.” I have to bite the inside of my cheek to stop a smile at her cute embarrassment. “And then you’re ignoring me all day. I don’t…I don’t understand you.”

It’s that statement that finally breaks me. I don’t understand you. “No, Presley,” I say, heart racing. “You do understand me. More than anyone else does.”

Her eyes lock on mine and I can tell she’s breathing hard, her pupils wide. “I’m not sure that I do,” she says tightly.

I laugh humorlessly, shaking my head. “Of course you do,” I tell her. “You’re the only person who’s gotten me to feel things since…since….her.” Presley blinks at me, eyes glossy. I can tell she’s fighting her emotions hard. “But it’s complicated.”

“How?” she snaps, throwing up her hands. She immediately clutches her towel again. “How is it complicated, Colson? How do you feel about me? Really?”

“Presley,” I say, closing my eyes and feeling pained.

“Colson, please.” Her voice is softer now, pleading, and I open my eyes to look down at her. Her eyes beg me as much as her words do and she takes a small step forward. Her throat bobs. “Why won’t you just tell me?” she asks, her voice no higher than a whisper. 

I’m silent. I can’t talk. I’m breathing hard as I watch her, my heart about to burst through my chest.

“You hold me,” she says, hugging herself, “and you convince me to get naked in front of you. You guess my biggest secret and tell me yours. You…you’re clearly turned on by me.” Her cheeks redden. “I’m so confused, Col, just, please.” On her last word, she steps into my space and places her hands on my shoulders. She’s so close to me and it would be so fucking easy to grab her waist and pull her mouth to mine. I want it more than anything. And finally, I snap. I can’t hold it back anymore. 

I do exactly what I want to do. I grab her waist, pull her against me roughly, and press my mouth to hers. 

The moan that leaves Presley’s gorgeous mouth isn’t a sound I’ve invented in a dream this time. No, this is real, and so is the way her arms slide around my neck, the way her lips part, allowing my tongue to slip inside so easily, to taste her breath. She’s so fucking sweet, just like I knew she would be. My hands tighten on her waist, pulling her impossibly closer, and she lets me. 

Within seconds, she’s in my arms, my hands gripping her thighs as she jumps up, wrapping those long legs around me. The moan that leaves me is almost animalistic and completely out of my control. I feel almost feral for her. My hands go to her ass and squeeze hard, and for a second, I’m worried it’s too much too quickly, but she just moans again, the sound shooting straight to my cock. My heart is beating wildly in my chest and my head feels so light. 

I turn her body and press her into the wall, and she arches into me. I want so badly to slip my hands beneath the towel, to feel her ass bare, to slide my fingers between her thighs to see if she’s as wet as I hope she is. But I know she’s new to this, so I hold back. I don’t want to spook her. And then, god dammit, her fucking brother’s face pops into my brain and I break the kiss to press my forehead to hers, panting. She pants, too. 

“Oh my god,” she gasps. “Colson.” Her pupils are wide when she looks at me and I have to bite back a whimper, physically holding myself back from doing more to her. 

“Does that answer your question of what I want?” I ask huskily.

She swallows hard. “Actually, no.”

I blink at her. I’m still holding her up, her back pressed against the wall. “N-no?” I stammer, confused. 

“What that tells me,” she breathes, “is that you want to fuck me. Is that how you feel about me?”

“No,” I say. “Shit, I mean, yes, but…fuck.” I set her down and back up a few steps. “I can’t have this conversation holding you like that.” I tear my hands through my hair. 

She catches her breath, chest still heaving slightly as she watches me, her face revealing just how aroused she is. God, I want her so badly it sends a shiver down my spine. 

I’m so frustrated that I actually whine. Presley looks startled and I turn around, pacing away from her. “I…I really, really fucking like you, okay?” I finally blurt, turning to look at her again. “Like, I have real feelings for you, Presley. Feelings I didn’t know I could have again.”

She swallows hard and wets her lips. “Then what’s the problem?” she asks softly.

I close my eyes. Fuck. Who do I betray here? When I look at her again, the choice is obvious. “Cash,” I say quietly.

Her dark brows draw together. “What do you mean, Cash?” she asks.

I sniff, pinching the bridge of my nose. “Cash told me to stay away from you,” I mumble. “He told me not to try anything with you.”

Presley blinks her big eyes. She’s quiet for a long moment, sliding her tongue slowly over her teeth while she considers this. Then, her eyes flare with anger. “Cash told you that?” she asks, voice scarily quiet.

I nod slowly. “Yeah.”

“I’m gonna fucking kill him,” she hisses, pushing away from the wall and going to her suitcase. She starts tearing through it, pulling out clothes. 

“Presley,” I say.

“How dare he!” she seethes. “He can’t decide who can and cannot pursue me!”

“Pres,” I try again.

“He’s not my fucking dad! Even my dad couldn’t do that!”

“Presley!” I say loudly, snapping her out of it. She looks at me over her shoulder and gets to her feet. “He’s my friend. I wanted to respect his wishes.” But she’s right. None of this is his choice. Presley is an adult. The same age as Cash. Her romantic life is her choice, not his.

“Please,” I say, stepping closer to her. “If you want to yell at him, do it tomorrow. Don’t…don’t leave me right now.”

I’m surprised at the vulnerability in my voice and she seems to be, as well, because all of the fight leaves her. She steps up close to me and slides her hands over my chest. She looks up at me again with those emerald eyes. “Colson,” she says quietly. I hum in response, letting my hands fall gently onto her waist. “I’ve had little crushes before. Of course. But this…this is different.”

Hope rises within me but I tamp it down. This is too good to be true. I have to remind myself of that. 

“The things I feel for you…they’re strong,” she says. “I can’t even explain it, but all I want is to be around you, Col. I want to know you. I want to trust you. I want to…” Her voice fades and she bites her lip.

“What, baby?” I ask softly, the word falling from my mouth so easily. I pull her closer and I can feel how hard her heart is pounding.

“I want it to be you, Col,” she says quietly. My brow furrows in confusion and she kisses my lips softly. “I want to stop being afraid. I want you to see me.” She says it right against my lips, and it hits me what she’s saying. 

“Pres,” I breathe, closing my eyes to compose myself. “You…are you sure?”

She nods, tracing her finger around my lips slowly. I shiver at her touch. “Col,” she murmurs, and then we’re kissing again, slow and sweet. She reaches up and pushes my hair back gently. “Take off my towel.” Her voice is no more than a whisper and I look at her, studying her hard. But her eyes are sure. Determined. So I wet my lips and nod.

With trembling hands, I find where her towel is tucked into itself and I release it gently. I don’t let go of the terry fabric just yet. I study her face. She’s trembling, too, and I experience a second of doubt, but she nods, giving me permission to keep going. I swallow hard, my mouth dry as hell, and open her towel, letting it flutter to the floor beneath her.

I don’t look down yet. I barely breathe. Presley stands in front of me naked, but I can’t stop staring at her face. She looks so open, so vulnerable and scared but trusting at the same time. All of those emotions are for me. She’s giving me the honor of being the first person to see her like this. I can’t fuck it up. 

Finally, I take a deep breath and take a small step backward, letting my eyes slowly drift down. Immediately, I feel my pupils dilate and my mouth water. “Jesus fucking Christ,” I practically wheeze. 

Human perfection stands before me.

Literally. The most perfect tits I’ve ever seen in my life. Perky with tight pink nipples pierced with simple silver bars. That smooth, beautiful stomach. She’s cleanly shaved or waxed between her legs, so fucking smooth that I just want to lick her, to feel that velvety smoothness on my taste buds. God. I’m the luckiest man in the world to be the only one to ever see her naked. 

“Pres,” I say weakly. “God, baby, you’re perfect. Please. Can I touch you?”

“Please,” she says, voice trembling, and I step forward, grabbing her waist to pull her close. Her nipples press to my bare chest and I shiver at the feeling, letting my hands slide around to the small of her back. I’ve never been so hard in my life, leaking steadily into my swim shorts, but I’m in no rush. I don’t care about my own pleasure even though I’m so aroused that I’m dizzy. 

I try to wet my lips but my mouth is so painfully dry. I clear my throat. “Just tell me what I can do. I don’t want to move too fast.”

Presley considers this for a moment. “I’ll tell you if it’s too much,” she says. “Okay?”

“Perfect,” I breathe, cradling her face in my hands. I stroke my thumbs over her cheeks and she closes her eyes. I press a kiss to her forehead and she melts against me. Then, I pull her mouth back to mine. 

She kisses me hard, pressing closer with one hand on the back of my neck. Her other hand is shaky as it moves to the string of my swim trunks but she gets it undone. Both of her hands are at the waistband now, fingers dipping inside and grazing my ass. “Mm, tell me I can take these off,” she says against my lips and I nod quickly. She pecks my lips lightly and then pushes my shorts down slowly. They fall to the floor and I step out of them, and now we’re both naked. 

I’ve had sex more times than I could ever begin to count, but this is the most intimate thing I’ve ever done.

Presley’s eyes drop between us and widen, and she curses. “What?” I ask, heart racing a little. “What’s wrong?”

She looks up at me worriedly. “You could have warned me that you have a giant…” She bites her lip, and I find it so cute that she’s too shy to say certain things.

“Dick?” I ask, smirking a little. “Haven’t you listened to my songs?”

She shrugs, smiling weakly. “I guess I thought you were being cocky.”

I laugh softly and shake my head. “Nope.” 

“Shit,” she breathes, and I can’t help but chuckle at her reaction. She looks up at me and then she laughs, too, her eyes crinkling. 

“You’re so cute,” I tell her, pulling her lips to mine again. She smiles into the kiss and I swear to god I feel something akin to love for her. Nothing else matters right now but the two of us. 

I back up towards the bed and sit down, pulling her close by her hips. She looks down at me and I meet her eyes for a second before my eyes roam to her chest, right in my face. Fuck. I wet my lips and gently trace my fingers over the curves of her breasts, causing her to shiver. “Was it scary to get these pierced?” I ask.

She looks at me and nods, and the look in her eyes tells me that she feels so known by me, so understood. She knows I’m not talking about the pain of getting pierced. “Really scary,” she confesses.

I nod and look at her again, admiring the way the jewelry accentuates her perfectly. “Your tits are so pretty, god,” I sigh, shaking my head a little. Her hands are on my face, in my hair, moving slowly. I can feel her shaking but I know she’ll tell me to stop if she wants me to.

I pull her a little closer, my hands sliding up her back, and I ghost my breath over her nipple. Her little whine is all the permission I need to brush my lips over her hard nipple, followed by a gentle flick of my tongue. She tenses in my arms but I can tell it’s because it feels good, not because it’s too much. Fuck, have I ever been with a virgin before? Is she going to be this sensitive everywhere? If so, I’m in trouble. 

I glance up at her face before wrapping my lips around her nipple, cupping her other breast in my hand gently. I give it a little squeeze and she whimpers, hand tightening in my hair. I could stay here all fucking night. I let my free hand slide down her back to give her asscheek a gentle squeeze followed by a little smack, not enough to hurt, just enough to make it jiggle, and then I grip it again. 

Presley is falling apart above me, breathing hard as I circle her nipple with my tongue before switching my mouth and hand. She’s practically panting, her head tipped back when I let my teeth graze the bud lightly, just a tease. “Colson,” she whines. “Oh…” I lick between her breasts slowly, letting my other hand drift down to grip her ass. I squeeze both her cheeks firmly and she mewls. 

“Baby, come here,” I tell her, guiding her to straddle my lap. She does as she’s told, bracing herself on my shoulders. “Pres. Is this okay?”

“Yes,” she sighs, nodding. “Yes. Don’t stop. Please.” She sounds almost frantic, and she should be. 23 years of pent up tension finally released. 23 years of fear finally fading away. I’m sure it’s a lot for her. 

“I’ve got you,” I tell her, looking into her eyes. “You’re safe. Do you trust me?”

“More than anything,” she says, and I pull her in for a kiss. I hum against her lips, loving every incredible second of this. And we have all the time in the world, no shows looming or jobs waiting for us. It’s just me and her and this bed. 

“Can I touch you, baby?” I ask her, looking into her eyes. “Here?” I graze my fingers over her inner thigh, so close to where I know she’s aching and she shivers but she nods quickly, desperately. “Good. Good girl,” I murmur. “Just relax for me.” 

Her hands rest on my shoulders and I lean into her neck, breathing her in before kissing her soft skin, and she sighs. I rub her inner thigh gently with my thumb, and then, slowly, I let it drift closer and closer. I nudge the soft flesh of her clit with my thumb and she jerks a little, sighing shakily. I apply a little more pressure and she whines in the back of her throat, nails digging lightly into my shoulders. 

I watch her face, the way her eyes are squeezed shut and the way her mouth hangs open, and then slide my index finger down over her clit until it finds the wet warmth it’s seeking. I moan softly and trace my fingertips through her. “Holy fuck,” I breathe. She’s so fucking wet. I can’t help but just stroke her, obsessed with just how aroused she is from this, how aroused she is from me. “God, baby.”

“Colson,” she whimpers, shaking like a leaf as I touch her slowly. “I-is it okay?”

I let out a breathy little laugh, closing my eyes as I press my face into her neck. “Presley, you have no fucking idea how perfect you are,” I rasp. “My god, baby, you’re a fucking wonder.” 

“Mm, Col,” she whines as my fingertips slowly massage her clit. Her hips start to stir with my movements and her breath deepens. 

“Presley,” I pant against her neck. “Baby, let me make you come. Please.” She nods adamantly and I flip her over onto her back in one swift motion. She lets out a breath as her head falls onto the pillow, and then I’m hovering over her body. I don’t want to miss a single second of this, and I’m so glad I only had half a drink at dinner.

I apply more pressure between her legs now, and she lifts her hips, stomach tensing. “Oh fuck,” she gasps, writhing a little. “Th-that feels – fuck.”

“Good?” I ask and she just nods, gasping. 

“Don’t stop,” she pleads. 

“I won’t,” I assure her, and then I’m on my stomach, pulling one of her thighs over my shoulder. She lifts up onto her elbows to look down at me and I meet her eyes. “Is this okay?” I ask. “Just want to see you.” She nods again, relaxing back, but she keeps her eyes on me. I bite my lip and bring my focus back between her legs. She’s fucking glistening and perfect and my hips roll against the bed on their own. I’m getting pre-cum all over the bed but I don’t even care. My only desire at this moment is to make Presley come. Hard.

I bring my thumb back to her clit and rub it slowly, applying a firm pressure that has her hips grinding upwards. She’s shaking and breathless and so sensitive and if I’m reading her right, she’s not far from coming. I hope I’m right. 

I leave the rest of her pussy alone. As much as I want to slip my fingers inside her wet heat, I can wait. That’s for another time. All she needs is my thumb on her clit to feel good right now. I steal glances back and forth between her face, scrunched up with pleasure, and her wet pussy, which is starting to clench. I can see it.

“Pres,” I breathe. “Have you had an orgasm before?”

“Y-yes,” she whimpers.

“Are you gonna come for me?”

“Fuck, yes,” she whines, back arching. “Col, please don’t stop!” I don’t. I don’t speed up, slow down, or apply more pressure. When a girl tells you not to stop, she means to do exactly what you’re doing. I’m fucking mesmerized at just how soft and wet she is, how pretty, and how good she smells. I’ve never seen or touched something so perfect before. 

“Good girl,” I purr, eyes fixated between her legs as she starts to buck. “Good. Come on, baby. Come on.” Her gasps turn to moans which turn to whimpers, high and needy and keening, and with a sharp gasp, her entire body goes rigid. Yes. And then, I soak up every second of her orgasm, the first one she’s had that she didn’t give herself. 

I love watching the way her pussy contracts and spasms, the way her legs shift on the bed. I love the way her orgasm only drenches her more until the very tops of her inner thighs shine, too. I revel in the sounds she makes, the gasps and the whimpers and the whines. Her hands grip the sheets hard and her hips jerk and twitch upwards, pressing her clit more firmly into the pad of my thumb. 

Finally, she goes still, or as still as she can with the way her legs quake. I rub my thumb from her entrance up to her clit, collecting the remnants of her arousal, and then suck my thumb into my mouth, moaning at her taste. Just as sweet and tart as I always imagined. 

As Presley pants, I try to catch my breath, too, and I find myself glad that she’s inexperienced because the fact that I came just from grinding on the bed and touching her clit wasn’t my most shining moment. I glance down at the spot I left on the sheets and wince a little, but I can deal with that later. I move up the bed and roll her on top of me. 

When I feel her tears trickle onto my chest, I’m not surprised. I was expecting the emotional release. I shush her and hold her close, pressing kisses to her forehead. “You’re okay, I’ve got you,” I murmur. “You’re safe. You’re so fucking perfect.”

We lie there for a long time, until her tears reduce down to a few sniffles. “Sorry,” she whispers.

“Don’t you dare,” I whisper back, cupping her chin to kiss her lips softly. “I’m not going anywhere. Okay?”

“Do you…do you need me to do something?” she asks, glancing down at my cock which is no longer hard.

“No, I’m good,” I say. “Just…stay on this side of the bed.” 

Her brow furrows and she glances down, seeing where I let go on the sheets. “Oh,” she says with a breathless little chuckle. I smile and kiss her again. Now that I’ve touched her, I can’t get enough. She’s the one who made herself vulnerable but somehow, I feel split open, my entire soul bared. But it’s okay. Presley makes me feel safe. And I make her feel safe, too. 

Everything else can wait. Cash, logistics of a relationship, talking about what our feelings mean. None of it matters in this perfect moment where our naked bodies intertwine, somewhere on the ocean, far away from home.

#machine gun kelly #mgk #colson baker #machine gun kelly fanfic #mgk fanfic #colson baker fanfic #machine gun kelly smut #mgk smut #colson baker smut #machine gun kelly x ofc #mgk x ofc #colson x ofc #colson baker x ofc

[teddypickerry]

here me out! how about like a reader x tommy (the real one, not megan fox’s rat looking bf), but like reader is butterflies and rainbows, and like the band will not stop mocking how soft tommy is for reader. like ofc take your time.

𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄 !

pairings! tommy lee x soft reader <3

word count! 1.9k

warnings! cursing, mentions of sex, it’s a fucking mötley crüe fic babe what do you expect?

a/n! okay i had to write this like five fucking seconds after i got it bc 1) calling mgk megan’s rat looking bf made me fall in love w you 2) THIS REMINDS ME SO MUCH OF MY BEST FRIEND AND HER LOVE FOR TOMMY. so i used her favvvvorite photo of t-bone and am dedicating this to her <3 muah. the tommy to my nikki. ALSO THIS IS UNEDITED SO IF IT SUCKS THEN FUCK YOU ;)

tommy lee bass was never good with girlfriends. with the mötley timeline, he had bullwinkle and honey. and if you know anything about either of them... you know he doesn't have the best track record. he was with both of them for all the wrong reasons. bullwinkle came like a track star which purely excited him. and honey had the body of a pornstar. but their relationship had its ups and downs... a butter knife in his back, an engagement, her cheating with his best friend, and ending with him slapping her. so... maybe he wasn't the best with relationships.

tommy loved for all the wrong reasons. it wasn't because of the rockstar persona or the fortune or the fame. it was simply how tommy was made and how he existed. he opened himself up to love and he loved so fucking hard with all of the t-bone's in his body. tommy's a lover, he's a romantic — even if it's in a fucked up way. so when he found y/n, a girl who set his world ablaze. the moment he saw her, he didn't just look at her boobs. he noticed the two braids in her hair. he noticed the shimmer eyeshadow that just made her eyes glimmer. she was beautiful and not just for her body or for specific talents. she was beautiful for her outlook on life that tommy learned to love, one quite positive formed with a smile.

it'd been two months since tommy'd met his new and improved lover girl. he'd not once had the urge to cheat on the girl or even have the thought. he was indulged with her choice of books over parties or her excessive bright wardrobe. she was unconditionally herself. and he was fucking head over heels for that. y/n had yet to meet the band, despite the long relationship (in tommy's book). it was safe to say she was stressing about it. they were a bunch of dickwads according to all the magazines and tommy. but he loved them and they were his best fucking friends.

so she tugged on her pink sweater that tucked into her jeans. her white tennis shoes pacing back and forth while she waited for tommy in the foyer of his new apartment. decked floor to ceiling in animal prints of all sorts and records hes never bothered to play. she was anxious and it showed. it was a lot meeting her boyfriend's best friends who were also his band mates. he spoke about them with the goofiest grin and had the dumbest stories. just yesterday he'd told her about last year when he and nikki were so high they jumped on a train and then had to jump off a mile or so later. resulting in a very long walk back to the hotel.

his band wasn't just his band mates they were practically family and we've all heard the girlfriend meeting the family horror stories. the sound of his mismatched red and black converse hitting the floor was unheard as y/n messed with her hair in the mirror next to the door. tommy swung the keys to his new ferrari on his finger as he watched her for a moment. before bursting into a brief smile. "dude, you look fucking great. stop worrying."

"babe, stop 'dude'ing me." y/n giggled as she turned to him with her smile that made her dimples pop. he pressed his lips together as he made his way past her, brushing her head with a kiss as he opened the door with one hand. it wasn't long before the couple was out the door and in the seats of the ferrari.

the car ride was short to vince's place. the singer was throwing a little day party — hardly a party, rather a band meeting, but anything with mötley turned into a party. the little party was also a reason for the boys to meet y/n which they all looked forward to. it was rare any of them were not so focused on themselves to care about the other's love life. but this time was different, or at least so it seemed to them. tommy had a new "love of his life" every week. you could say it was the same ol' situation.  but they - specifically mick, had a feeling about this one. one that was solidified the moment the couple made their way to the front door.

hands intertwined between the rockstar and the angel as they approached the entry way. tommy glanced down at his girlfriend with a smile when he noticed the look on her face. the one she had just a few weeks ago when she was preparing for an interview at a bookstore she's been eyeing for awhile. y/n aced the interview and she would ace this. "don't be so nervous, you're too pretty for that." the drummer winked making his girlfriend give him a look. "will you shut up, please?"

"i agree with the chick," a voice sounded from the doorway making the young couple turn their heads. stood in all his glory was the singer himself, vince neil. he had a bandana tied around his neck which covered his slightly sunburn chest. he was in leather pants despite the mere 80s of LA. "dude, we didn't even knock."

"yeah but i saw a pretty girl out my window so y'know." vince shrugged it off with a smirk at the girl. tommy furrowed his eyebrows as he held up the two intertwined hands. "yeah, we'll, she's taken."

"ne'vah stupd anee id us befu." a voice mumbled as another rocker made his way to the doorway. one presumably known as nikki sixx. a toothbrush was in his mouth, white toothpaste spilling out the corners. the couple gave the man confused glances as he rolled his eyes and spat in the grass. "never stopped any of us before — hi, darling, i'm nikki." he put his hand forward with the cock of his eyebrow. y/n shook his hand and smiled, "i'm y/n. it's nice to meet you guys."

"the infamous y/n," vince purred as he glanced back at tommy as if complimenting his 'women' skills. "yeah well don't get any fucking ideas — im talking to you, fiancée fucker!" tommy announced towards the bassist who simply raised his hands in defense before passing out on the couch next to mick mars. vince stepped aside as the couple entered. tommy refused to let go of his girlfriend which the band was quick to notice. "y/n/n, this is the guys i guess. nikki — y'know, vince, and this old tombstone is mick."

"hi," the two greeted to another simultaneously. tommy sat on the couch with y/n following, her thigh pressed against his as she sat anxiously. she'd yet to see drugs or naked women like she'd anticipated. so far just dudes in a room with a far too expensive sound system. the silence was echoing in the large LA home. nikki stretched out as he watched y/n with daring eyes, tommy not even wanting to know what was trapped in this thoughts. mick too was watching the girl but rather in confusion. she seemed normal, so why was she with the dumbest motherfucker he knew? vince sat down last, a glass of something in his hand as he sat at the edge of the couch. he eyed tommy who was mouthing something at him.

"so y/n," mick started as he blinked behind his sunglasses. "why this one?" the guitarist asked with such simplicity that made nikki burst into a deep laughter, resulting in a glare from tommy. "will you guys shut the fuck up for once?" he shrugged when he glanced back at the toothbrush nikki had on his chest. "wait- why are you brushing your teeth at like four?"

"went down on this girl, she was on her period, man." nikki shrugged as if it was the most normal thing ever. no one seemed phased minus y/n, who genuinly had never heard someone shrug something that criminal off that way. it wasn't long before the questions got dumber and dumber — which seemed impossible with the ones they asked, but they did. and y/n lasted no more than ten minutes with the band before she ventured off into the kitchen where the other girls were sat around. all arguing over who was better in bed — mötley boys or guns and roses boys. she drowned out the conversation after a short blonde asked her how many rockstars she'd slept with. when she answered with one, they went ballistic.

"slash is too full of himself, tommy knows what he's doing." one of the girls giggled before taking a bite of a pretzel and spitting it out as if she'd die. "tommy's great," another one added, a redhead. a few giggled as one of them uncomfortably sat there with a fucked up smile. "guys, tommy's dating this one." y/n froze as she sipped on her water. they all looked at her and giggled as if it were impossible, because tommy would never settle in their eyes. he's tommy lee.

"excuse me," she mumbled as she stood up and made her way out of the kitchen, nearly falling into the arms of her boyfriend in the process. he stood in the hallway with an empty glass on his way for a refill. he placed it on vince's table when he noticed his girlfriend's face. "what's going on?"

"tommy you've fucked like every girl in that room." she mustered up, her smile gone. it was a rare sight to see her without her big and beautiful grin. the world was sunshine and rainbows in her eyes but it was like thunder in a rainstorm right now. "they're all talking about if you or slash are better in bed. it's just... look i know you have a past and you're done with all the sleeping around now. but, i just couldn't listen to it anymore. they laughed when one of them said i was your girl. like it was insane."

the drummer's face softened as he placed his finger under her chin, lifting it up to be directly in his eyesight. "those groupies are wild, y/n. they'll fuck anyone to tour with us so they think they know all. but no one knows how i feel 'bout you, because i'm fucking wild for you baby." he pressed his lips against hers as her eyes shut on demand. his kiss was soft and genuine and he threw in a little tongue — the tommy way of course. it wasn't long before she pulled away, not wanting to have a full on makeout session in his friend's house. her smile was back on an instant as she glanced up at the man with her pink lips. tommy mirrored the expression as he wrapped his arms around her. "baby, let go. i'm gonna go to the bathroom."

"'m 'kay. don't leave me for too long," he blew her a kiss as she walked off into the bathroom and shut the door. the moment he heard voices he cursed to himself. "oh baby, i'd never leave you for too long." vince mimicked in a sexy voice as nikki threw a heart with his fingers and shot it at his best friend. mick pursed his lips and blew a kiss at the drummer. "oh, baby."

"you're fucking dead." the drummer groaned before chasing the three men out of the house, like fucking mötley crüe man.

#teddypickerry #tommy lee x reader #tommy lee #nikki sixx x reader #mötley crue fic #mick mars #vince neil

[ewoodxx]

↳ i got that can’t stop, won’t stop in my veins

i. phenomenal - eminem // ii. headlines- drake // iii. heart of a champion- nelly // iv. remember the name - font minor // v. a cut above - avery watts // vi. mirror - lil wayne // vii. vices - ludacris // viii. right above it - lil wayne // ix. live forever - liam payne, cheat codes // x. take me back to london - ed sheeran, stormzy, aitch // xi. home -bebe rexha, mgk, and x ambassadors // xii.  wavin’ flag (coca-cola celebration mix) - k’naan // xiii. come on england -442 // xiv. you’re welcome- dwayne johnson // xv. hard - rihanna, jeezy // xvi. all i do is win - dj khalid xvii. fight back -NEFFEX [LISTEN]

           that’s why they can’t stop, won’t stop screaming the name↵

beware: my unnecessary commentary below xD

i. phenomenal - eminem however long that it takes, I'll go to whatever lengths, It's gonna make me a monster though

this song represents the lengths ethan is willing to go to turn his career around not to mention the fact he does actually think he's phenomenal. i'm also a giant sucker for some monster vs man parallels and him grappling with what makes a good man. and finally, this song is numero uno on his before match pump-up playlist.

ii. headlines- drake I might be too strung out on compliments, overdosed on confidence, started not to give a fuck and stopped fearing the consequence

this song represents ethan currently. he thought he was untouchable and was finally going to realize his dreams, but he let his temper and his fame get the better of him and now he must dodge the headlines and rehab his image in small town USA.

iii. heart of a champion- nelly I got that can't stop, won't stop, in my veins that's why they can't stop, won't stop, screaming the name

this one emphasizes the heart of a champion and the hard work it took for ethan to become a successful athlete. i also like the whole heart comparison because i like to think that ethan has a good heart beneath the muscles and 99% of the time he means well (even if his methods are unconventional). this is also on his personal locker room playlist.

iv. remember the name - font minor this is 10% luck, 20% skill, 15% concentrated power of will, 5% pleasure, 50% percent pain, and a 100% reason to remember the name

ethan was born into a soccer royalty (think beckham level). his surname is both a blessing and curse and ethan wants nothing more than for people to remember his name apart from his family and to prove himself worthy of it.

v. a cut above - avery watts what it looks like (looks like) being the best what it looks like, to be a cut above the rest

for no other reason than the fact that ethan really is that good on the pitch, like ronaldo level skills. but ofc being "a cut above the rest" isn't always enough and also does come with responsibilities off the pitch that he's still working on.

vi. mirror - lil wayne lookin' at me now I can see my past, damn I look just like my fuckin' dad

this one goes out daddy dearest, someone ethan always used to look up to until he practically disowned him for messing up at the world cup. they no longer talk, reminding ethan that he needs to take a long, hard look in the mirror and pave his own way.

vii. vices - ludacris from philly to the bay, the only loyal b*tch I know is a loyal b*tch named tanqueray she gets me right everytime it ain't never no fussing or fighting

obvi ethan has his vices. he likes to go out, party, drink, hook-up, but never commit. therefore his longest and most loyal relationship is with a pretty little bottle of tanqueray. whoops.

viii. right above it - lil wayne & drake life is a beach, i'm just playing in the sand

a nod to life before the world cup. he was living a lavish lifestyle with parties, money etc. and enjoying his success a little too much until it all came crashing down. i just imagine this being the song in the background to a partying montage lmao. ps it was so hard to just pick one line to highlight, and this is totally on his personal playlist too.

ix. live forever - liam payne, cheat codes reckless, restless I let it get so hectic all the way up with my head in the sky, too much, too gone, too many, too fun I don't know how but I got out alive

fun fact: ethan's first fc like ten years ago was liam payne, so this one is selfishly for me since i just had to throw him in here somewhere. BUT this is another nod to him losing sight of the bigger picture and getting too reckless. it also touches on everything changing when meeting someone special who can make you want to let go of your old ways which is something i truly want for ethan.

x. take me back to london - ed sheeran, stormzy, aitch I hit my friends up, go straight to the pub 'cause I haven't been home in time..so take me back to london

despite losing the world cup for england, ethan still loves everything about his being an englishmen and his home town. he just honestly just wants to go home, get back on the pitch, and grab a print with his buddies. he won't admit it, but he misses how things were before cape may.

xi. home -bebe rexha, mgk, and x ambassadors Now tell me, how did all my dreams turn to nightmares? How did I lose it when I was right there?

ethan felt like he was on top of the world and then it came crashing down. suddenly nothing makes sense anymore, and everything he's ever known isn’t quite right.

xii.  wavin’ flag (coca-cola celebration mix) - k’naan see the champions take the field now you define us, make us feel proud

S/O to the little kid that ethan lost sight of, the kid with big dreams of scoring in the world cup just to make his dad and country proud. i like to think this is a song that reminds ethan of watching his dad play in the world cup and knowing that one day he'd be out there, too.

 xiii. come on england -442 one-nil, two-nil, three-nil, four-nil, FIVE! keep this country's dream alive

a song/chant dedicated to all of ethan's hero's growing up, one's he's probably met and even played with at some point now. ngl he's probably been remixed into a song like this too so also a nod to that. plus, this one SCREAMS country pride.

xiv. you’re welcome- dwayne THE ROCK johnson i know it's a lot the hair, the bod when you're staring at a demi-god

I chose this song not only because ethan is full of himself like maui BUT because this grown ass man absolutely loves the movie moana and has no problem belting it at the top of lungs. I like to think it’s gotten to the point where it’s been remixed into one of his footy chants whenever he scores a goal.  Half the crowd : What can Wood say except…  The other half: You’re welcome! All together now: YOU’RE WELCOME! YOU’RE WELCOME! YOU’RE WELCOME! 

xv. hard - rihanna, jeezy They can say whatever, I'ma do whatever no pain is forever, yup, you know this

to me, this song has a message of strength and perseverance especially when it comes to gossip and the media which is something ethan struggles with. also, ethan's ultimate celeb crush is 100% rihanna. like he had a poster of her on his wall growing up and everything.

xvi. all i do is win - dj khalid all I do is win win win no matter what, got money on my mind I can never get enough

this song is dedicated to ethan's brothers. at one point before they stopped being so close, they deemed this their song. they had this silly little dream of being on same team together and just dominating the competition, but ofc life happens and this dream was never realized but the song still makes ethan think of his bros.

xvii. fight back -NEFFEX don't tell me you believe that, are you just gonna take that? or will you fucking fight back?

this is the song i imagine plays in the background whenever ethan gives into his temper, doubts himself (yes, it does happen on the rare occasion lol), fights, and gets real angry. it's also not lost on me that this is the last song on the playlist and "phenomenal" is the the first song because i just adore the juxtaposition of the two songs. his confidence vs that little voice in his head that tells him that maybe, just maybe (if you squint and tilt your head the side) he's not good enough.

k im done. god bless if you read all that <3 if anything this makes for a pretty fab workout/ pump-up playlist imo.

#cape.task:001 #playlist #tw: explict

[livingmybestfictionallife]

Knife in a Gun Fight --The Commodore

Summary:  In 1929, the Nevin-Klaff Gang, a collection of bootlegging cousins from the farmlands of Texas find themselves on the run and in need of help.The gang finds their way to St. Paul, Minnesota where the make the acquaintance of notorious, underground, bootlegger smuggling gang, The EST. Immediately, the leaders of these two gangs, Siobhan (Shiv-on) “Shiv” Nevin, and Colson “The Gun” Baker, can’t stand one another. When their subordinates go behind their backs to agree to work together, Shiv realizes how dangerous it can be to be a knife in a gun fight.

A/N: I apologize for how this was def. not posted when I originally anticipated. I had a major plot hole I had to fix and basically rewrite this chapter!

Built in 1920, the Commodore was a quaint place for passersby to take refuge during their journeys; however, after the hotel’s bar was shut down, it was secretly relocated underground to become an exclusive, and on occasion, nefarious, speakeasy. All of the gamblers, bootleggers, and gangsters that Saint Paul attracted knew of the speakeasy, but more importantly, they all knew of The EST.

Almost as well known as the Nevin-Klaff gang, the EST was a staple of the mid-west’s criminal underground. The EST began in Cleveland as a collection of bootleggers and smugglers, each trying to escape their own predetermined fates, and arrived in Saint Paul roughly two years ago. Siobhan had heard the rumors of the EST’s near invisible smuggling and bootlegging operations, and they served to be accurate given how little media attention the received. Sure, Saint Paul was her first pick of a hideout because of it’s magnetic pull to the criminal world, but when she realized the EST was there, that was when she devised an escape plan.

Since the collective Nevin and Klaff siblings began working together, Shiv could feel Walter and Eddy’s fear--they would never admit to it in order to not feel as if they were burdening their older brothers--and the discontentment George and Art constantly repressed from the younger three regarding if they’ll make it out alive. She knew it was up to her to save all of their asses. She knew George was one snarky comment away from getting a hole blasted through him--by the cops or another gang, it didn’t matter; he was a smart-ass to everyone. Art was intelligent, but didn’t have the patience to see more than two minutes ahead of each action he took, Eddy and Walter were by no means children, especially after everything they’ve witnessed and experienced, but neither had the brains to figure out where to go or what to do next. Shiv was the planner, the decisive, witty, strategic thinker the gang needed to escape the country without striking interest in the wrong people.

Who else do undesirables go to for help other than more undesirables? she thought not long after arriving in Saint Paul. The EST was far from her first plan, but it was the safest one she could come up with.

“Just mingle,” Shiv reminded her brothers and cousins as they entered the Commodore speakeasy. The large, open room was flooded with people of various different walks of life. In one corner, a known gangster spoke freely with what appeared to be financial businessmen, near the billiards table, housewives and flappers cheered while their men competed, and throughout the crowd, men and women spoke, danced, and drank as if the law could not reach them down here, beneath the streets of Saint Paul, Minnesota. “Don’t draw attention to yourselves,” Shiv stated with a glare in George’s direction as she followed the men down a short flight of stairs.

“Where are we meeting up and when?” Walt asked as a young, redheaded woman caught his eye.

“If you meet anyone in EST, try and set up something for tomorrow” Siobhan said softly under the music. “Breakfast, river dancing, anything” she continued slightly sardonically with a scoff. Already Walt and Eddy peeled themselves away from the group and made their introductions to the young woman and her friend. George and Art also pulled away from Siobhan to begin a game of billiards at an open table. 

Shiv took a deep breath and slowly approached the bar. Her reflection bore back at her from the mirror behind the bar, and she quickly examined herself. Her long, toned arms had lost their tan from working under the hot, Texas sun, however the muscle remained, especially after having to carry the Nevin-Klaff gang on her shoulders for the past eight or nine years. Her long, dark hair was tied up elegantly--something her younger cousin learned to do as a child when his mother asked him to help her with her hair on Sundays--and a hint of makeup accentuated the twinkle in her doe eyes. A soft, cap sleeve evening gown hung from her shoulders in shimmering, golden beaded hues before transforming into a flowing swirl of pale blue tulle. The gown hugged her body gently before it fell to gather around her feet, and despite the few eyes she’d caught glancing her way, she grew anxiously uncomfortable in the attire.

For the past near decade of her life, Shiv had been carrying out secret plans of illegal activities; she never had a moment to reflect on her appearance or the appeal she had towards others. Often, her brothers and cousins would meet flings wherever the group sought shelter, but Shiv didn’t have the luxury of forgetting her surroundings and abandoning all concerns. People brought out the worst in her; it was a fact as inarguable as the sky being blue or the grass being green. Being raised on a farm, as the only child in her household, she not only endured the worst from her peers for being poor, but also was not shielded from her brothers’ and cousins’ ‘boys-will-be-boys’ antics. She grew up to be tough and level-headed, but more so, Shiv’s experiences with people outside of her family--and sometimes even within her family--led her to putting up the harshest of fronts and strongest walls imaginable.

“Can I get you something ma’am?” the bartender asked as Shiv’s eyes flicked away from the table top and to the young man before her. He couldn’t have been much older than Walter or Eddy, but he seemed much younger due to the lack of farm-built muscle that defined her family.

“Just a double whisky, neat,” she stated monotonously with a small smile in exchange for her off-putting tone. With a nod, the bartender sauntered away to pour the drink, and Shiv turned on her heel to examine the room once more. George and Arthur were playing against one another and attracting a large crowd of predominately female spectators, Walter sat at a booth with the redhead he saw upon entering the bar and laughed with her at a story she appeared to be telling, and Eddy wasn’t very far away from Walt, carrying back a round of drinks alongside a blonde girl who seemed rather taken with him.

“That’s a pretty strong drink,” a deep voice said from over Shiv’s shoulder as she turned around to take her glass from the bartender and meet the stranger’s eyes. The man beside her was folded into the bar and had pulled a nearby stool towards him with his long legs in order for him to sit as he sipped from his own glass. He wore a stone grey three piece suit with a black tie, wore his blonde hair slicked back and to the side, and seemed all too sure of himself for Siobhan’s taste.

“Not strong enough if you ask me,” she commented in a dry and rather unremarked tone as she refrained her natural instincts to continue to scope out the man beside her.

“It’s not too often that I see a nice girl such as yourself drink a man’s drink,” he said with a small chuckle. Slowly, Shiv’s eyes drifted to her right as she held her breath and clenched her jaw.

“What in the world would lead you to assume that I’m nice? And why the hell do men think they have a monopoly on everything?” Shiv questioned without an ounce of emotion rising from her tone.

“Can’t you just take a compliment?” the man huffed as he rolled his eyes and took a small swig of his drink.

“I’d love to, but unfortunately, there was nothing of substance in anything that you said for me to even assume to be a compliment,” Shiv stated as monotonously as she could. 

“What is your problem?” The blonde man with his hair slicked back and to the side grumbled as he poured the rest of his drink down his throat and narrowed his eyes in curious observation at Siobhan. As she quickly lost whatever patience she had left after dealing with George all day, Shiv exhaled sharply, tossed back her whisky, and stared the man in the face.

“You’re my problem,” Shiv stated in response to the man’s question.

“Me?” he quickly questioned in return only to get an annoyed glare from the woman across from him.

“Yes, you. It was more than obvious that I wanted to be alone; did you not come over here because you figured I was the only woman in this place completely isolated?”

“Maybe I wanted to talk to you,” the man attempted to explain away her accusations.

“Maybe you did,” she sighed and rolled her eyes, “after your silver tongue and semi-suave persona failed in picking up either of the women chatting at the table behind us.” Hesitant to admit his shortcomings with the brash woman before him, the man narrowed his eyes at her and pursed his lips, as if prompting her to continue. “There’s a mirror on the bar, I couldn’t have ignored that train wreck even if I wanted to.”

“Did anyone teach you how to smile?”

“Did anyone teach you how to pick up on basic social cues?”

“Damn, why are you so mean?” the blonde man gasped in aggravation.

“It’s what the world does to you, pretty boy. Maybe you’ll learn that one day,” she said before standing up and leaving a tip on the bar for the bartender.

She didn’t want to come out tonight. Befriending EST was not apart of her original plan; it was just some bullshit addition George wanted in order to feel like he was contributing something to protecting his brother and younger cousins. A simple ask-around-town and introduce-yourself before asking for a favor would have worked. Personal, human interactions were obsolete. It didn’t matter one way or another if they were best friends or simply business partners, but George threw a fit and threatened to take off on his own, which subsequently terrified Walter of losing his brother and then sent Arthur and Edmund into a panic about separating from their cousins. 

“I should have let him leave,” Siobhan muttered to herself as she paced towards an empty booth in the darkest corner of the speakeasy. There was a distinct difference between each Nevin-Klaff member’s reason for being in this criminal boat, and Shiv was near certain of each person’s motives. 

Walter didn’t want to be left out. Being the youngest instilled a fear in Walt about being the only one not able to do something out of the Nevin-Klaff cousins. Edmund knew the work he would have to pick up around the farm with George, Arthur, and Siobhan gone would be too much for him to handle, and he wasn’t about to handle the brute of harvest on his own. Arthur only continued to help George in order to keep him on the right track. George wasn’t the brightest, and he certainly didn’t know what he was doing in the beginning. Shiv always figured he assumed he could stash jugs of whisky or moonshine in the bed of a truck, drive two counties over, and collect some cash. Without Art to be a sound moral compass with more than half a brain, George would have been locked up not too long after he started. Shiv never really clicked with George. Throughout their childhood, she never understood why the family favored him so much, but she did know they were unaware of the many secrets he harbored from them. Initially, he stole from his parents--it wasn’t much, but taking anything from a dirt poor farmer was more than enough to ruin him--and then got into bootlegging as a way to get enough money to payback his parents without them knowing. 

There wasn’t a doubt in Shiv’s mind that, if the gang were to go their separate ways, George wouldn’t stick to the harmless crimes they commit now. He’d go on to rob trains or banks, make a mistake and kill someone or end up being killed. That’s the only reason she didn’t devise a way to travel in smaller groups or spread out across the country, because whoever was stuck with George would be screwed.

“He has dumb-ass plans anyway,” Shiv sighed to herself as she reexamined George’s idea of becoming friends with EST. Allies, sure, Shiv could understand that, but friends? This wasn’t a school playground. This is 1929 Saint Paul, Minnesota and they were wanted in who knows how many states. There’s not any time fro friends, and their idea of going to a speakeasy and flushing out the people they’re essentially stalking in order to get close to wasn’t going to come to fruition tonight. “Screw this,” Shiv huffed as she slammed her hands down on the table in front of her and sprung to her feet. “I didn’t want to come. I told him this was stupid. No one ever listens to me, even when my only job requires them to listen!” Over and over, more and more complaints flooded Shiv’s head as she made her way to the exit. She grumbled each one under her breath and did her best to ignore all of the concerned glances being exchanged her way; all except for one. The baby blue-green eyes of the man who had pissed her off by reminding her all too much of George noticed her leave, and wore the smallest expression of guilt on his face. 

Shiv noticed him, and it made her even angrier.

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[hornsbeforehalos]

Waste Love: Part Seventeen

Pairing: Colson Baker|Machine Gun Kelly x OFC Warnings: Language, Alcohol and Drug Use, Smut, Violence, Angst, Fluff A/N: Sorry this took forever! Thank you for everyone who still reads this little adventure of mine. Smut warning for this chaptre as a gift for your patience :) this is barely edited, so please forgive any mishaps you see. 

Tiffany groaned, her head pounding in rhythm with her heart beat as her eyes fluttered open. She clutched her skull between her palms as she winced, rolling over to her side to see Colson’s peaceful face beside her, the man still dead to the world. She looked around the room, noting that she was not in her parent’s house like she’d expected, but instead what was obviously a hotel room. Liquor and beer bottles littered the space, the smell of spilled liquids making her stomach turn as she forced herself to sit up. 

“The fuck happened?” She murmured to herself, running a hand through her tangled mess of hair with another wince before standing and making her way to the bathroom. 

After using the restroom and swallowing a packet of Advil found on the counter, Tiffany returned to the room to sit on the edge of the bed. She was trying to piece together the previous evening when she heard Colson groan behind her, her head turning to see him rubbing both of his hands over his face as he tried to wake himself up. 

“Come lay down, Tiff,” He croaked, his voice tired and hoarse from sleep as he rolled over to his side and nuzzled back down into the pillow, his eyes closing again. 

“Where the fuck are we?” Tiffany rasped, her brows furrowing was she took in the state of the room they occupied. Besides the bottles everywhere, there were numerous champagne glasses adorning the coffee table beside the small couch, as well as what appeared to be rose petals scattered throughout the spaces. 

A deep sigh came from behind her, Colson’s lids opening again as she turned her head to look at him. He chuckled slightly before shaking his head, looking up to the ceiling as he scrubbed his face again with a grunt of frustration. “You don’t remember shit, do you?” 

Tiffany whimpered at the expression displayed across his face, the smug grin concerning her greatly. 

Colson raised himself up and wrapped a lanky arm around her torso, pulling her backwards and forcing her to lay down beside him. He propped himself up on his elbow as he hovered over her, beaming smile breaking across his lips as he looked down at her. 

“Colson…” she warned, her brow furrowing as her jaw ticked, “where are we?”

“Okay, so, it was your idea,” He started, dimples pressing hard against his cheeks as he tried to contain an onslaught of laughter. A giggle bubbles out of him at her obvious annoyance, the man sucking in a composing breathe before finishing with, “We’re in Vegas.”

“Vegas.” Tiffany repeated, surprisingly calm as her eyes roamed from Colson’s blue gaze to the ceiling, the word resounding in her head as she mulled over what that meant. 

“Vegas.” Colson confirmed, watching her expression intently as he waited for the pieces to click together. 

Still not understanding, Tiffany’s gaze returned to him as she waited for further explanation. 

Rolling his eyes, Colson pulled his left hand out from under the blanket, the simple platinum band adorning his finger glinting in the sunlight shooting through a spot in the curtain. Tiffany’s eyes instantly widened in horror, her fingers snapping out to grab his hand and bring it closer to her face for further inspection. 

“No!” She gasped, her wide eyes shifting quickly between Colson’s hand and his face. A chuckle breathed passed his lips as he watched her face go through a range of expressions in an incredibly short period of time before her eyes finally settled on the pretty ring adorning her own finger, “No!”

“Yup.” Colson simply replied, popping the p for dramatics as a bright smile took over his face again, his teeth showing in that famous signature smile of his. 

Leaping from the bed, Tiffany let out a huff of disbelief before gripping the roots of her hair between her fingers with a growl.

“You… you… you fuckin’ tricked me! What did you do?” She screeched, crawling back over the bed to him and hammering her fist into his chest as he laughed at her, “This isnt fucking funny, Colson!”

A sudden pounding at the door distracted Tiffany from her assault, the sound of her brothers laughter filtering through the barrier. Tiffany pointed a sharp fingernail in his direction before snarling, “I’m going to fucking stab you.”

Tiffany lurched the door open to meet her brother’s smiling face, the sight instantly pissing her off more as she pulled him into the room by the front of his shirt. Slamming the door forcefully, she rounded on him and spat, “This isn’t fucking funny.”

“I find it hilarious you don’t find it funny when it was your idea.” Rook replied smugly, crossing his arms in front of his chest as he looked to Colson still laying in the bed, “what was it that she said?”

“’Oh, Kels, please, please, let’s just go do it tonight!’” Colson replied in a mocking, high pitched voice, instantly covering his face with the blanket to dodge a pillow being thrown by her. 

“Wha- What was it? Oh yeah, ‘I wanna be Misses Machine Gun Kelly!’” Rook added, snickering while dodging his own assault from his sister. 

“Fuck you both! Assholes!” She spat, stomping her feet, “I can’t believe this shit!”

“Check your instagram, dude. You snapchatted the entire thing.” JP chortled, tossing her phone towards her. She instantly snatched it up and went through her notifications, a guttural growl leaving her chest before she chunked the phone into the wall. 

“Leave, Johnny.” She hissed lowly, her eyes shooting venomous daggers into her brothers skin. JP saw the seriousness in his sisters face and nodded his head submissively before making his way to the door. 

Tiffany double checked the lock after it was shut before crumpling against the wood and sinking to the floor. A sob ripped its way out of her throat unexpectedly, and she couldn’t stop herself from picking up the nearest empty bottle beside her and hurling it at the wall in the same place her phone landed. The glass exploded easily against the dry wall as another gasp croaked out of Tiffany’s choking body. 

Colson was in front of her suddenly, “Babygirl.”

“This...isn’t…how…” Tiffany bawled, her breath hiccuping as she fought against the words, “I didn’t… not like this.”

“Baby, its okay. Calm down.” Colson tried, guilt filling him as he held his wife’s face between his hands. He knew she’d be pissed but didn’t expect this. “We can get an annulment if you want. We can...”

“Wha-What?” Tiffany stuttered, confusion embracing her features. “That’s not…”

Tiffany pushed Colson's hands away, shaking her head in contest as she tried to catch her breath, “That’s not why…”

“What then, Tiff?” Colson tried, wincing as tears began to choke him, “I’m sorry...I…”

“I don’t remember any of it.” Tiffany finally got out, her lip poking out in a pout as fresh tears streamed down her cheeks, “I married you and I don’t even remember my own wedding…”

“Oh, babe…” Colson signed, relief rampaging through him as he realized what she meant. He couldn’t help the small laugh that bubbles out as he wrapped his arms around her and said, ”We can do it again if you want. A real one, without your brother being the flower girl.”

“Casie is supposed to be the flower girl!” Tiffany sobbed again, gripping Colson’s arms and burying her face into his chest. He held her while she cried, his fingertips trailing over her arms as he shushed her. 

“Baby, come on. It’s okay. I’m sorry, alright?”

“I don’t even remember my own wedding night!” She huffed, pulling away from him to wipe her eyes, “What the fuck?”

“Would you like a replay?” Colson grinned, cupping her jaw with his hands before pulling her into a kiss. Tiffany couldn’t help but grin into his lips, wrapping her arms around his neck as he parted her mouth with his tongue. 

Colson pulled her from the floor and led her back to bed, pulling her clothes off of her as he went. His own boxers were quickly she’d as he covered her body with his lean frame, the muscles in his arms rolling as he held himself above her.

“You’re my wife, you know that?” Colson rasped, his husky voice sending shivers down her spine as she rolled her hips up into him, his heavy cock slipping through the wetness that had gathered at his words. 

“Mmm, I like that.” She cooed, smiling up at him as her hands ran down his back, “Misses Baker.” 

“Mmm,” he grinned, lips finding her neck and leaving bite marks in their wake as he trailed them down her collar bone, “Misses Baker.” 

Colson continued a path with his mouth, lavishing her breasts and stomach with wet, hot kisses and licks before settling between her thighs. 

“Pretty little pussy,” he whispered as he peeled her lips back with his index finger and thumb while his other hand massaged her thigh, “God damn.”

Stars erupted quickly behind her eyelids at the feeling of his tongue pressing against her clit, a loud, wanton moan projecting out of her. Her chest heaved as she came instantly, new wetness flooding Colson’s mouth and running down his scruffy chin. 

“Mmm,” he moaned at the taste of her, continuing his work as he held her hips firmly to the mattress while she writhed against his face. 

“Cols,” Tiffany whimpered, her body vibrating as she let another orgasm take over her. Her legs clamped down over Colsons shoulders as her fingers tangled in his hair, her nails scratching into his scalp and earning her a groan from the man devouring her. “Please.”

“What do you need, wife?” Colson asked when he finally pulled away from her, an innocently wicked glint shining in the blue orbs looking up at her, “You need Daddy’s cock?” 

Another whimper was the only response Tiffany could manage as she reeled him up her body by his hair, attaching her mouth to his and instantly moaning at the taste of herself on his lips. Colson pulled away again before hoisting her legs up around his waist, his cock gripped firmly in one hand while the other spread her glistening lips apart once more. He rubbed the leaking head of his dick against her clit, his teeth biting into his bottom lip as he teased not only her, but himself as well. His eyes roamed her lithe frame and he almost choked, not believing that the woman beneath him was finally his wife. 

“Stop teasing,” Tiffany whined, her own plump bottom lip caught between her teeth as she pinched her nipples and undulated again, “I wanna fuck my husband.”

Growling at her words, Colson pushed against her entrance, her pliable body accepting him easily, as if he belonged there. Which he did. 

“Fuck, Tiff,” Colson grunted, his voice shaky. His skin instantly tingled with the feeling of natural ecstasy rolling through him and his fingertips bit into the flesh of her thigh as he steeled himself, “Pussy too damn good.”

“Daddy, please.” She mewled desperately, rolling her hips with a moan, “I need you.”

“Fuck, babe. I’m tryna not cum here.” Colson huffed, shaking his head as he smirked at her, his cock pulsing against her tight walls, “Gimme a minute.”

Tiffany whimpered again in frustration before snaking her hand between their bodies, her fingers finding her clit and working it expertly, “Colson.”

The feeling of him stretching her open was all Tiffany really needed the moment her finger tip touched the swollen bundle of nerves. She constricted around him while she came, ripping a deep, low growl from Colson as he watched her fall apart around him. 

“Shit,” Colson breathed, not able to hold himself back any more as he leaned forward, folding her in half essentially, before pounding his hips into hers roughly. 

“Fuck, yes!” Tiffany cried, her vision blurred as he split her open, “so good!”

“Yeah? Daddy feel good?” He grunted while snapping his hips again, his cock dragging through her the way she loved, “You love it?”

“Ye-ye-yesss…” She keened in reply, her back arching and nipples rubbing against his chest, “please- don’t- stop!” 

“You gon’ cum again for me, wife? Gonna cum for your husband?” He breathed, cerulean irises boring into her face, “Come on, baby, I feel you.”

As if on command, the coil burst again and Tiffany clamped down around him, her fingernails digging into his shoulders and drawing blood. Colson growler at the pain and lifted himself off of her, earning a frustrated noise from his wife before he flipped her to her stomach.

“You're gonna need this” Colson said as he shoved a pillow into her face, “hang on tight, babe.”

Tiffany was thankful for the pillow as she used it to muffle her screams that soon followed, Colson’s cock hitting a deepness inside of her that made the world seem to stand still. She could tell he was close when his strokes became longer, impossibly deeper, and his grunts became louder. She moved the pillow away from her face and gasped for breath, turning her head to watch him from over her shoulder.

“Come for me, baby.” She moaned, eyes rolling back into her head, “please Daddy.”

“Yeah? Where you want my nut?” He huffed,grinding his hips into hers, “Wanna feel me? Or can Daddy come on your face?” 

“Mhmmm,” Tiffany answered, adjusting her knees so she could buck back into him, “Gimme.” 

“Fuck yeah,” Colson gasped, leaning forward to grip her purple tangles, “Come here, lil’ whore.” 

He pulled out of her and fisted himself with his free hand, tugging her off the bed and standing while she kneeled before him. He stared down at her with his mouth slightly agape as he stroked himself, struggling to keep his eyes open at the sight of her licking her lips and parting them, waiting for her prize.

“Holy fuck,” he finally spat, his body tensing as a long stream of cum painted her face, more splattering all over her lips and neck and chest as he erupted. He gasped and yelped when she wrapped her lips around the head, sucking the remains out of him as she looked up at him with wide, watery eyes. 

The slight of her with his cock in her mouth and cum covering her face had another orgasm rolling through him before he even knew what was happening. He collapsed onto his knees in front of her, his chest heaving as the aftershocks rolled through him.

“Holy fuck,” Colson repeated, his voice still shaky, “That was…holy fuck.”

“Mmhmm.” She replied, wiping her face off with a discarded shirt laying nearby.

“God damn I’m glad I married you.” Colson huffed, wrapping a hand around the back of her neck and pulling her in for a kiss.

“Hope you’re not too tired, husband.” Tiffany purred once they separated, a devious sparkle in her hazel eyes as she licked her lips, “it is our honeymoon, you know.”

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[coffeeandcannolis]

Soft

Colson’s house was buzzing with people and alight with loud music, drugs, and alcohol. Colson was in the middle of a conversation, body relaxed and leaned up against the bar as he took another sip of his drink. 

He was about to relight the joint in his hand when he heard my giggle erupt across the open space. Colson continued to nod at the appropriate places in Rook’s story, one he’d heard dozens of times, but his focus was locked firmly on me. 

I was messing around with Pete across the room - we were building off each other, our energy giddy and contagious. The group surrounding us was nearly tearing up from laughter. Colson watched as I tossed my head back in a loud, drunken guffaw, hand flying out to grip Pete’s arm for balance. 

That was something that surprised Colson when he first met me: how funny I was. 

He knew me well enough from Pete’s stories, and being a successful actor in my own right, and I intimidated him for a number of reasons. After meeting me, he quickly latched onto the fact that I was one of the smartest people he’d ever met, but it was only when Pete and I had a few drinks with him that he realized how hilarious I was. Pete and I became fast friends after shooting a film together and he still took pride in the fact that he masterminded setting the two of us up (never mind how Colson openly admitted I was one of his celebrity crushes before we met). 

Though we’d only been exclusively together for a couple months, Colson was hooked. This was something different from all his past relationships and hookups. This felt honest. Real.

I finally noticed Colson’s eyes on me and I looked back across the room. He blew a stream of smoke in my direction, a knowing smirk on his lips. I stuck my tongue out at him, slipping from of Pete’s grip and weaving through the masses of people in the room. He nearly lost me for a second, considering how short I was, but it didn’t take long for him to realize I was smashed. 

I could more than keep up with him and the guys - something he was shocked to learn on our first night out together - but it was rare for him to see me this crossed. I kept stumbling over my own feet, eyes glassy and words slurred as I marked the home stretch over to him. 

Colson opened his arms and I settled into his embrace, arms wrapped around his side. Completely oblivious to Rook, Slim, and Doug and the shocked looks that marked their faces throughout our interaction.

I pulled back to look up at him, eyes sparkling and a cheeky, flushed grin on my face. “Hi.”

He smirked down at me, voice rough from smoke and booze. “Hi.” He pushed a mussed piece of hair out of my face. “You doing okay?”

I gave an exaggerated nod, lips still quirked up in a grin. “Yup.” I popped the “p” sound at the end. 

Colson chuckled and rubbed the hand wrapped around me up and down my arm. His grip tightened when he felt me wobble on my heels. Colson pulled back to look at me again. “You sure?”

I didn’t respond and instead reached up for the joint in his hand. Colson held it out of reach for a second and tickled my side. I shrieked in giggles into him, still making grabby hands at what I wanted. He gently took my jaw in his free hand and tugged my face in for a kiss, smiling into the contact.

“You smell good,” he mumbled against my lips.

I pulled back and snagged the joint from his hand, taking a long pull and jokingly blowing it out in his face. He shook his head in playful disbelief, laughing out loud as my drunken grip tried to set the joint back in his mouth. Jokes quickly turned to slight concern as Colson watched my giggles turn into hiccups. 

“Okay,” Colson said. “That’s it, you need water.”

“What are you talking about?” I whined at the loss of contact when he pulled away from me. The room spun a bit, and I felt big hands on my waist after I started to lose my balance. 

“Nope.” Colson pushed me forward and walked me through the crowd from behind with his hands still firmly planted on my waist. “Water.”

“Rook, tell him I’m fine!” I slurred. Hiccups were interrupted by even more giggles.

Rook looked helplessly up at Colson, amused by the entire ordeal. Colson playfully shook his head and rolled his eyes - though he was more concerned than anything, he had to admit that this behavior was pretty damn cute.

“Rook, nothin,’“ Colson quipped back. He ignored my protests, guiding me out of the room and back to the kitchen.

When he rejoined the group twenty minutes later, he was oblivious to the smirks on the rest of the band’s faces. 

“Where’s Faith?” Slim asked.

“Outside.” Colson nodded to the back patio. I was firmly planted on the couch, deep in conversation with Tommy and Brittany. “Tommy’s got an eye on her.” Colson’s jacket was draped across my shoulders, and I had a beer in my hand - a step down from the liquor I was downing previously, settling a little easier in my stomach on top of the water Colson force-fed me earlier. 

“You’ve gone soft, man.” Pete’s voice followed his grip on Colson’s shoulders from behind, shaking him back and forth before coming around to join the group.

“Jesus Christ.” Colson lifted a drink to his lips and tried in vain to cover the blush blooming across his neck. 

“I’ve never seen you act like that with anyone but Casie,” Slim noted. Soft, appreciative. All jokes aside.

Rook joined in. “She’s got you wrapped around her finger, dude.”

Colson looked back outside. Tommy and I were laughing our faces off, clutching onto each other for support. Colson felt that familiar tug, itching to be closer to me, and his heart started to ache. They were right. 

“Fuck.” Colson shook his head, exhaling a cloud of smoke as he continued to watch me. He mumbled under his breath.

“I’m in trouble, man.”

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[powerbottomeminem]

For the kisses, 36 :) emgk ofc and pls don’t hold back on the angst 🥺

36. “We can never be together” kiss (Eminem x MGK) (my choice: mermaid AU)

Waves were softly sloshing against the rocky beach. As Marshall was jogging along sand and small pebbles quietly crunched underneath his shoes. It was a quiet morning and he was enjoying the slow start of the day. 

Until he heard a groan, a pained and weak groan that almost drowned underneath the sound of the waves. But Marshal was sure he heard it.

“Hey, everything okay?”, he asked jogging toward the little pile of jagged stones sprouting out of the beach.

No words, only pitiful moans.

Tentatively he climbed over the jagged rocks to where he was sure the alarming sound came from. Long arms were draped over the rock, catching in little crevices and bloody abrasions brought color to the almost translucent skin.

“Hey, you okay?”, Marshall asked again stretching his hand out. His fingers touched the skin, cold and rough.

The other hand twitched.

“I got you”, Marshall assured and climbed closer. He had no idea what had happened or what he was doing, but the urge to help was strong.

A blonde head came into view. No, Marshall frowned to himself, that wasn’t blonde hair. He crawled closer, his own knee scraping against the sharp rocks. There was a colorful shimmer in the oh so white skin, arms too long for a man and what he thought was blonde hair seemed by closer inspection to be like the fins of fish.

“What the-”, Marshall had no words to voice his disbelieve and wonder. But he crawled closer, fingertips softly brushing against a cold, rough cheek. The features of the face almost familiar but not quite right.

Eyes opened, a bright flash of blue. The long arms wailing in self-defense but weak.

“Shh”, Marshall wanted to comfort but called himself an idiot. This wasn’t even a matter of different languages, was it. But what other options did he have? “I want to help you.”

In a gesture of human peace he showed the palm of his hand, inviting the other to take it.

Silence. 

Waves still sloshing around the beach, eternal uncaring. Marshall couldn’t help but look further down, a lanky light skinned body but he could see a pattern of blotches underneath. Until it fanned out into an array of tentacles almost as black as the rock the other was trapped in.

“Wow …”

Strained grunts as the other tried to lift themselves up off the rock, but failed.

“Wait, let me help you”, Marshall pleaded and put his arm around the lanky and cold body.

Another groan and what sounded like “Kell-kell-kell”, but who knew?

Then Marshall could see what had happened: One of the tentacles was crushed underneath rocks, a bluish substance floating on top of the pooling water.

“Damn”, he mumbled to himself. As he reached out to free the hurt appendage more screaming …

----------

Finally the other was freed and Marshall had carried them off the rocks and onto the sandy, pebbly beach where waves never receded from. His hoodie was drenched in water and wrapped around the other.

Breathing heavy he sat there, looking at what must be a fever dream but felt unbearably true. His heart was beating heavy with the knowledge that this was ending here and now. He wanted to offer more help, to have the other heal the injury in the peace of Marshall’s vacation home, to actually get to know this wonder. But it wouldn’t be.

“Take care of yourself”, Marshall whispered.

A now wet hand stroked through his hair. Blue eyes looked back at him full with the same understanding, feeling the deep possibilities of hope but also the knowledge of reality.

The other leaned forward, a long body not meant for land but their mouths touched. Wet and cold and tasting like the sea but Marshall kissed back intensely. Two creatures not alike however he spun this, but also two creatures drawn into each other’s depths. One of the tentacles wrapped around Marshall’s arm, a strong grip he wanted to remember. His own hands came up to hug the other, fingertips brushing against slits in the chest - gills? Eyes closed to feel more of the other as long as he could.

When the kiss was over and Marshall’s eyes opened again, the other’s skin wasn’t white anymore but a moving pattern of colors. He pulled the other closer for another kiss. 

Waves nudged against his stomach, flowing cool around his legs and reminding him that he couldn’t stay here. Not like this, not for long.

Neither could the other.

“Kell”, not as pained this time. Whatever it meant.

Another touch of their mouths, a long kiss but too brief. The other withdrew, the tentacle withdrew from Marshall’s arm and back into the water, as the rest of the long body went back into the water, into the vastness where waves came from.

“Take care of yourself, Kells”, Marshall called out and waved his hand.

He had the sea on his tongue. Forever.

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[yesloverboy]

writings in progress update

just in case you sent me a request or were waiting for a neighborly update, I wanted to make a little list of what I’m currently working on now!

so far we have:

tommy x reader having a baby (oneshot)

tommy x singer!reader (oneshot)

mgk x reader going to a rave fest (oneshot)

motley crue x reader smut (imagine)

neighborly part 5 (!!!)

although I’m a bit of a slower writer (pls don’t roast me) my requests are always open because I don’t really get all that many. neighborly is my baby ofc, so no matter what that’ll always be in progress while I do other stuff. 

as always, thanks for reading my garbage! love y’all!

– ash 

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[sarohara]

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say STAND WITH HONG KONG AGAINST THE CCP!

You both like norway.

Stranger: hii

You: Heya

Stranger: wyd

You: wanna listen a really cool song?

Stranger: hmmokay

You: name or link?

Stranger: name

You: You by James Arthur

Stranger: playing

You: the lyrics r like..awesome..

Stranger: hey it's nice

You: yeah righttt

You: anyway

You: wyd?

Stranger: was listening to songs only

Stranger: hbu

You: Hahaha same?

Stranger: nice

Stranger: so guy/girl?

You: take a guess

Stranger: place filled with guys man

Stranger: guy i guess

You: No hahahaha I'm a girl

Stranger: ohhh lol'

You: guys would nevaaa..

Stranger: neva what? lol

You: idk nvm

You: lmao

You: hbu?

Stranger: guy here

You: Oh no way

Stranger: next song lol

You: I was like pretty sure u were a girl, dude

Stranger: lmao, really?

You: Next song? hahahahha

You: Yeaaah idk why

Stranger: yeah suggest another one

You: okay lemme think

Stranger: SURE LOL

You: Haha hmm, glorious by macklemore

Stranger: damn

You: what? lol

Stranger: i was gonna say the sameeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

You: Nooooo

Stranger: yeassss lol]

You: There's no waaay

You: r u serious?

Stranger: i'm really not kidding lol

You: oh my freaking god

Stranger: llisten to MGK too?

You: telepathy i would say

You: Yeahhh!! I love his songs!!

Stranger: telepathy 101

You: Hahahaha

Stranger: fovourite mgk song?

Stranger: mine's 27

You: hmmmmm good question

Stranger: rehab

You: maybe Same Love..

Stranger: that's a good one too

You: Yeahhh

Stranger: but love 27 lol

You: That's a really good one

Stranger: how about linkin park?

You: They're awesome for sure, but I don't listen them that much

You: You like them, right?

Stranger: i don't really have some specific favourite artist

Stranger: but there are rather specific songs

Stranger: like crawling, numb, etc by linkin park

Stranger: some from green day

Stranger: some from pink floyd

Stranger: stairway to heaven mt led zepplin

You: Oh that's so cool

Stranger: so far away frm avenged sevenfold

Stranger: many many moreeeeee

Stranger: do i sound like a kid rn? lo

Stranger: lol*

You: nooo nah nah, u got a really great musical taste actually dude..

Stranger: heard the white buffalo?

You: I'm not sure

Stranger: like classics ?

Stranger: cause they are a bang on classic

You: I'm listening to it rn

Stranger: ohh cool

Stranger: tell me if u like it

You: Hideous Heart

You: Oooh he def has a smooth voice lmao

Stranger: yeahh

You: Oooh that's nice...I like it

Stranger: that's not their best btw

Stranger: try darling what have i done

Stranger: or the house of the rising sun

You: Oh how the hell...i'm literally listening to this one rn

You: I mean, What have I done

Stranger: telepathy maxxx lol]

Stranger: i'm listening to it too lol

You: hahahahahah maxxx

Stranger: how old are u?

You: Take a guess

Stranger: cmmon lol

Stranger: 20ish

You: Not even close

You: I mean, kinda

Stranger: younger?

You: Yepp

Stranger: 17?

You: 16..

You: Hbu?

Stranger: ohh damn

Stranger: u sure sound like a 20 to me lol

You: nooo

Stranger: i'm 22

You: I'm sure hahaha

You: Oooh

You: oof!!

Stranger: yeahh

Stranger: can't help it can we? lmao

You: I mean, it doesn't matter

You: I guess?

You: what's ur name, btw?

Stranger: it's alright

Stranger: I'm Dev

Stranger: hbu

You: is Dev a nickname?

You: hey Dev!

You: I'm Sarah

Stranger: i really like your music taste, plus just introduced to a classic that u liked

Stranger: so i'm gonna pass the 16 lol

Stranger: introduced you*

Stranger: and yes Dev's a nickname

You: ok so i'm gonna pass the 22 as well hahah

Stranger: and it's a pleasure meeting you Sarah

Stranger: lmao yayy i guess

Stranger: u already passed the 22 lol

You: You're funny lol

Stranger: ohh compliment huh

Stranger: thanks though lol

Stranger: u seem cute too

You: Oh and same!! It's a pleasure meeting u!!

You: Aw! thank you :))

Stranger: :)

You: okay so..where r u from?

You: Actually no no no

You: Don't tell me

Stranger: where's my next song lol

Stranger: lol okay i won't

You: hold up a second Dev

Stranger: holding my horses Sarah lol

You: you better be lmao

Stranger: not flirting, but that's a really cute name hahaha

You: Sarah? do u really think so?

Stranger: i actually do

You: It's such a common name tho haha

Stranger: sooo?

Stranger: who said common can't be cute lol

You: Aww hahahah thank u, you're sweet Dev

Stranger: i guess i am lol

You: I'm sure

You: I really ur name, it's a nice one :)

Stranger: thanks Sarah

Stranger: so how long do i really have to hold my horses lol

You: Oooh!

You: I will wait by...wait i don't remember

Stranger: lol waiting

You: by Mumford & Sons

You: Noo that's actually the name

Stranger: play the night we met

You: Oh I love that song!

Stranger: by lord huron

Stranger: playyyyyyyyyyyyy

You: okay okay okay!!

Stranger: yayy

You: 8d?

You: It sounds so much better

Stranger: lol sure

You: playing

Stranger: good girl lol

You: Loool

Stranger: yeahh

You: this song has such a good vibe..

Stranger: ikr

Stranger: don't get lost in the song lol

Stranger: I'm here

You: Yeaaahhh same

Stranger: focus on me lol

You: I could easily sleep with this

You: You focus on me, Dev lol

Stranger: going round and round lol

Stranger: yeah all eyes on u lol

You: Awww that was cute

Stranger: tell me how u look right now

You: Tired

Stranger: like everything lol

You: sleepy

You: hungry

Stranger: lol

You: wbu? lol

Stranger: what's your height?

You: 5''3 (or 1,60cm)

Stranger: good

Stranger: hair color?

You: I'm brunette

You: Brown eyes

Stranger: ohh damnn

Stranger: lovely

You: thanks i guess :) hahah

You: wbu?

Stranger: skinny/thickk?

Stranger: 6 feet

You: skinny

Stranger: black eyes

Stranger: black hair

Stranger: ohh

Stranger: i'm not skinny

You: well, okay?

Stranger: yeah completely lol

You: You seem cute anyway

Stranger: and what u wearing rn

Stranger: hahaha

Stranger: thanks cutie

You: a white dress

You: cutie lmao

Stranger: ohhh

You: Dev

Stranger: yes

Stranger: sat it Sarah

You: I was just gonna say

You: I gotta go

You: But wanna keep in touch?

Stranger: heyyy

Stranger: stay

You: I can't :(

Stranger: y not

You: Dinner stuff rn

Stranger: ohh

Stranger: would love to stay in touch

You: awesome :)

You: do u got insta?

Stranger: got snap?

You: Not anymore

Stranger: lol download

You: don't u have insta..?

Stranger: deactivated for the time

You: oh no..

Stranger: got addicted to memes a lot lol

You: oh that's me

You: lmao

Stranger: yeah then u know how it is lol'

You: yeah ik..oof i was gonna say get it back but idk..

Stranger: I'll just leave my snap

Stranger: if u feel comfortable

Stranger: just add me

Stranger: okay?

You: K...

Stranger: dewx

You: that's it?

Stranger: "-" between w and x

You: dew-x?

Stranger: just hyphen

Stranger: yupp

You: nice username hahaha

Stranger: lol thanks

You: I'll leave my insta too then ok?

Stranger: sure

You: sarahcvlm

Stranger: okay

Stranger: what now then lol

Stranger: will u download?

You: I don't wanna skip..

Stranger: don't get me addicted again lol

Stranger: then don't skip

You: Idk but yeah now I probably will..

You: I mean, about download..ofc

Stranger: lol okay

Stranger: :)

You: Oof Dev.. it was freaking nice talking to u..

Stranger: it still is with u lol

Stranger: will be more in future too

You: aw

You: I hope so

Stranger: kiss u goodnight i guess lol'

You: Aw lmao

Stranger: forehead

You: Ooooh I was gonna say that wth

Stranger: with lips?

Stranger: lol

You: with lips what

You: anyway

Stranger: what were u gonna sat sarah

Stranger: say

You: U said forehead

You: And I was gonna say that

Stranger: u want on forehead or lips ?lol

You: well...idk

Stranger: got my answer lol

You: hhmmm

Stranger: what happened?

You: nothing?

You: i just don't wanna leave

Stranger: then y 'hmmmmm'

You: but i have to

Stranger: ohh

Stranger: download now

Stranger: we can continue

You: I will, not now but I will

Stranger: cool

You: I have to free up space first u know

Stranger: i'll wait?

Stranger: shit lol

You: yeah but trust me

Stranger: if i don't respond fast

Stranger: then i'm asleep

Stranger: okay?

You: sameeee!!!

Stranger: coool lol

Stranger: you're lovely sarah

You: no, YOU are!

Stranger: kisses on lip

You: Aww stop it

You: Stop being so cute ok

Stranger: i can be naughty too lol

Stranger: just saying

You: um, u don't have to tho

Stranger: okay Sarah lol'

You: see ya hopefully

Stranger: take caree

You: i'm gonna sleep today listening to the night we met

You: just saying

You: take care u too :)

Stranger: thinking about me?

You: what do u think?

Stranger: i guess yes

You: and you're right sir!

Stranger: how about listening to that and hugging me

You: I would literally love it

You: but we can't :(

Stranger: well then tonight your pillow is me

You: awwwww

Stranger: so hug me okay?

You: I will!!

Stranger: :)

You: see ya soon, hopefully! :)

Stranger: up to u lol

Stranger: what time there?

You: 9:30 pm

You: how bout there?

Stranger: till when will u sleep?

Stranger: 6 morning lol

You: Later but not 6am i'm sure hahaha

Stranger: lol

Stranger: text me when u do Sarah;'

You: okay Dev :)

You: Devin?

Stranger: just Dev lo

Stranger: lol

You: But is it Devin?

You: just asking

Stranger: nahhh

You: hahahah im not gonna call u Devin

Stranger: btw

Stranger: what were u doing in Norway tag

You: I love Norway

You: That's a plausible reason I guess

You: but I'm brazilian

You: wbu?

Stranger: it's kind of my go to place, whenever i wanna take a break from everything

Stranger: indian

You: Dude, I gotta go, u forgot?

You: Ohhh

You: That's nice :)

Stranger: text me within 30 mins

You: 30 mins??

Stranger: or i can't guarantee if i sleep lol

Stranger: on snap

You: It's okay if u sleep :)

Stranger: sure?

You: yeah :)

You: i gotta go i gotta go byee

Stranger: lol

[creativeashproductions]

Hyde Park // Jughead Jones

Summary: As Archie’s older sister you return to Riverdale amid the closing of the Jason Blossom murder case when tragedy strikes your life. Traumatized you race home from England to the comfort of your Dad’s arms. To think it tragedy would strike again in the Andrews family just weeks are your return.

Characters: Jughead Jones x Andrews!Reader, Archie Andrews, Fred Andrews, Betty Cooper, Veronica Lodge, OFC!Ruth Abbott, and Mary Andrews

Words: 2752

Disclaimer: I do not own Riverdale or the characters. Nor do I own any images, gifs, jokes and lyrics that may appear in this.

Warnings: Swearing, injuries, traumatic event, Riverdale shooting, death (mentioend), fluff and angst

Author: Caitsy

A/N: I really love this one for some reason. Please request more Teen Wolf and Riverdale imagines. Thank you.

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Walking towards your seats near the front of the room in the concert area you giggled with the girl beside you. Both with a closed can of alcohol, thank god for the youngest age limit, you were excited for the concert to begin. It was your first in your new home and to have it with the first person you connected with after the flight you were ecstatic.

“Oh my god! I can’t believe we’re seeing this!” Ruth screamed over the music. It was getting you pumped and hearing Ruth’s accent really set into your mind.

“Best way to end the week and our break begins!” You yelled back as the announcer called out the band.

“I hope your pumped London! Give it up for Machine Gun Kelly!” The entire Hype Park area freaked as he walked on stage.

You weren’t crazy obsessed with him but Ruth was a massive fan so when he announced he would be appearing in the small concert you knew you had to come. Getting cheap tickets was easy when you knew the right people.

“We’re going to start with Bad Things!” MGK called out before it began.

Ruth and you abandoned your empty cans on the ground to dance in your area not caring about anything. You weren’t sure how long it was before someone managed to get on stage.

“GET DOWN!” They screamed before a ear bursting loud boom split the area with grass and dirt flying everywhere. The stage crashed from the force, you didn’t know what was up or down but you knew something was wrong. Someone had spilt their beer on you and the glass had hit you because you hurt so much.

“Y/N! Y/N! Y/N WHERE ARE YOU?!” Ruth screamed trying to shove pass people in a fury to move.

You whimpered when you were pushed on to the ground where panicked feet moved different ways. You blacked out when a shoe slammed into your face.

“Archie come here!” Fred Andrews yelled from the living room. His eyes stuck on the tv screen.

“I’m bu-“

“Archibald! NOW.”

The frenzy nearly had Archie fall down the stairs in his hurry to get to his Dad. Archie hadn’t heard his father yell that before. He was unprepared when he found Fred collapsed into a chair with his hands clasped together in front of his face. On the screen was flashing lights and a newscast speaking with a banner going across the bottom.

A Tragedy Has Struck Westminster, London at Hyde Park.

“What’s going on Dad?”

“Call your sister.”

“Dad I’m sure she’s fine. She’s been busy with school.” Archie nervously said biting his lip, “She broke her phone.”

There wasn’t much the Andrews’ men could do as the information came forth.

“Just four short months after a bomb went off at the Manchester Arena another concert tragedy has occurred. In Hyde Park the musician Machine Gun Kelly had a concert when just shy of half way through a bomb was detonated. No information has come forth on the numbers injured and dead but we have facts to believe it’s in the dozens.”

Archie’s hands shook as he struggled to get his phone out of his pocket to call your emergency contact. Ruth Abbott had taken you under her wing when you decided on going to accept Oxford University in England as your choice of education.

The phone rang before it was angrily picked up.

“This isn’t funny.” The voice was deeper.

“Is Ruth there?”

“No. She’s out and this isn’t funny. Stop calling this number.” The man seethed before the call was cut.

“No answer.” Archie murmured looking up.

“Go to school Archie.” Fred groaned looking back up at the tv. The newscaster glanced behind her before returning her eyes to the camera.


“We have a confirmed attendant by the Y/N Andrews safely in one of the houses taking in people for safety.”


Fred and Archie sighed in relief as they each collapsed into a chair no longer anxious if she was dead. Clapping his hand on his father’s should Archie turned to grab his bag.

“However Y/N’s friend Ruth Abbott has been confirmed to be in critical condition at the nearest hospital. We have no information on the suspect.”

“She must be devastated.” Fred sighed shaking head to turn off the tv, “I should get to work. Y/N will call when she can.”

A few weeks passed by with revelations hitting the small town from FP getting arrested being the most talked about. Ms. Grundy leaving town was another but nothing could match when news broke out about London again.

Clueless Archie had opened his locker to grab his textbook not noticing the looks from everyone. He barely noticed when Betty carefully closed his locker to garner his attention.

“Did you finish the biology homework?” He questioned, “The last question has me.”

“Arch.” Betty softly spoke steering her best friend into the Blue and Gold.

“What’s wrong?” Archie asked looking at her.

“Have you looked at the news?” Betty said sitting on her desk. 
“No?”

“It’s bad Archie.” Betty sighed, “You haven’t heard from Y/N because she was in hospital.”


“No she’s safe and can’t call. She’s saving money for a phone.” Archie reaffirmed his feelings on the situation just as Jughead, sitting at his desk in the Blue and Gold, turned his screen.

There on the screen was you with your suitcase he had got your for your eighteenth birthday just a few weeks before you left. You had a high IQ with enough credits to bypass your senior year entirely and get into Oxford University with acceptances from Brown university and Yale.

You were alone in an airport staring blankly as you were shadowed by a man in a uniform until you were out the camera view. You were layered in clothing that you wouldn’t have done previously.

“Archie. She was in a coma for a week with no ID or friends to give her a name. Ultimately she was a Jane Doe until she woke up and she stayed another week due to injuries.”

“They should have known it wasn’t her!” Archie screamed furiously rubbing his eyes.

“Common mistaken identity.” Jughead said, “They both had red hair, brown eyes and Archie it was a complete disaster on the event. They couldn’t focus on Y/N.”

You gasped lurching in your seat as your dream cemented in your mind with Ruth front and centre glaring at you. You saw you were still on the plane heading back to Riverdale with the financial help of Mr and Mrs. Abbott and their healthy bank account. You didn’t want to leave Ruth but you were being forced back to America because the Abbott’s knew you needed to be far from London.

“Thank you for flying with us!”

You brushed your hand over your baggy sweater from the healing wounds were on your body. In the words of Natasha Romanoff in the marvel movies, ‘bye-bye bikinis’ because you certainly wouldn’t show them off.

Mrs. Abbott had insisted on paying for the cab you would take from the airport home because you didn’t remember what your family’s number were at all. You had lost your phone during the bombing and didn’t have the money to get a new one. You were relieved when your childhood home came into your line of sight.

“Thank you.” You mumbled shoving a few bills at the cabbie. He grunted as you dragged your bags to the door. You tiptoed until you felt the spare key on the edge of the doorframe.

“Home sweet home.” You murmured to yourself as you walked into your bedroom still painted the colour to had demanded when you were able to get rid of the pink.

You walked into your bathroom to wash your face but when you looked up you saw a bloodied Ruth instead.

“No. No.” You whimpered scrambling to shove your back against the wall curling in on yourself, “It’s not real.”

With your eyes closed you forgot where you were until you opened your eyes to see the Hyde Park clear as day. You could still smell the scent in the air while Ruth slowly turned her eyes to you.

“It’s your fault.”

“I-I.”

You screamed before opening your eyes and looking down to see blood on your hands from pressing your nails into your skin. You had a long recovery ahead of you. Not trusting yourself to not remember that day you used the bathroom and came out to your dark room. Grabbing your computer you put on your favourite movie.

Time passed before you heard the front door slam open but you heard the deafening sound from the bomb in the park. Pushing yourself off the bed you crawled underneath waiting for the man in your nightmares to appear. Logically you knew he was dead but emotionally you were sure he was terrorizing you.

“Are you sure?” Your Dad, Fred, asked from downstairs.


“I can’t get a hold of anyone. They’re not sure if she got on the plane.” The sweet familiar voice of your mother replied while keys were dropped on the table.

You whimpered feeling that need to be held by your Dad came back strong as it had since you left Riverdale in the first place. You just wanted to feel protected like you always did in his arms growing up.

“Can Sheriff Keller call someone?”

“Archie, Keller doesn’t have any contacts or jurisdiction.” Another voice chimed in, the same voice that caused your heart to race.

You slowly opened the door to walk to the stairs with a slight limp from your left leg you barely even noticed anymore. It was a struggle getting up the stairs initially but you had managed but getting down them would be another one entirely.

The step slightly creaked when you stepped on it causing the entire house to go still. Fred was the first to come around the wall not yet looking up the stairs.

“Daddy?” You sobbed getting his attention.

“Y/N.” Fred yelled racing up the stairs to pull you into a hug, “My baby.”


“I’m scared.” You whimpered the tears fully running down your cheeks.

“I’m here baby.” Your Dad sighed kissing your head as he pulled you in tighter, “I’m never letting you go again.”

Your Dad swept you into his arms to get down the stairs where the three people stood in silent shock.

“You’re alive.” Archie breathed before almost knocking you on the ground, “I thought you were gone.”

You hadn’t felt safe ever since the accident so when your brother and parents hugged you for the first time in months you finally felt safe again. The family reunion was raw with emotion still high from the unknown of everything. Yet at the same time it was palpable with relief at knowing you were out of harms way.

Adjusting back to life post accident was tough with Riverdale all knowing you were back and spreading rumours on your injuries. It ranged from a minor cut to be ghastly third degree burns and a prosthetic leg.

You banned anyone other than your family into the house, even Jughead, because you were disgusted with everything. You couldn’t be around loud sounds without being mentally transported back to Hyde Park and large crowds made you extremely uncomfortable.

“Y/N?” Your Dad said opening the door up, “You okay?”

“I’m fine Dad.” You shifted on your feet.

“Archie and I are going to Pops for breakfast, do you want to come with us?”

“No thank you. I’m not ready yet."

“I have to go to the construction site later but if you want me to stay I can come back from breakfast.”

“I’ll be fine.” You weakly stated moving towards your open bedroom door, “I’ll have to face the town at some point.”

“Take your time.”

You spent your time alone in the house in the kitchen staring in the abyss you called your fridge currently. You wouldn’t mind food from Pops but at the same time you didn’t want to leave the house and face the looks. You were sure things would never get better because you barely slept with the nightmares and not knowing if Ruth was going to be okay or not didn’t help.

You screamed when the front door slammed open before stomping feet thundered in the entry way.

“Shit sorry. I was trying to balance the trays.” Jughead chuckled before seeing your terrified expression, “Shit.”

“I-I’m fine.” You gasped leaning over closing your eyes tight, “You’re in Riverdale. You’re safe. You’re okay.”

“I’m sorry.” Jughead soothed pulling you into his arms. You barely felt the tears falling down your cheeks as you pressed your hands onto his chest to ground yourself.

“I don’t think I’ll ever be the same.” You choked.

“That’s okay.” Jughead murmered into your hair, “I’ll be there when you fall and when you pick yourself up again and again.”

“You shouldn’t. I’m ugly.” You sniffled forcefully pushed back to see his stunned expression.

“You are not ugly.”

“I am. I’m scared physically and emotionally.” You cried trying to escape his warmth.


“So am I.” Jughead sighed, “When the drinking first got bad with Dad he got angry one night. He threw the glass at the wall and I stumbled into it. I’m scarred too.”

“Did he hit you?”

“No.” Jughead quickly shook his head, “My Dad may be an ass but he would never lay a finger on Jellybean or me. Ever.”


“Ruth was excited to see the concert. I was too because I got to see my best friend light up in ways she hadn’t in a long time. When it happened it was blinding both by scent and hearing. I couldn’t see anything and I couldn’t hear anything when it went off. I tried to get away but I fell and then its black.”

“You don’t have to talk about it.” Jughead whispered leaning against the counter with you in his arms.

“It was a nice day out and Ruth was yelling. It was like I was underwater with no escape and I just…I was fucking scared.” You whimpered burrowing further into his arms.

“I won’t let anything hurt you anymore.” Jughead murmured into your ear leading you to sit on the couch. You were surprised at how safe you felt in his arms even if you had heard from your brother that Jughead was a serpent following his father’s arrest and the whole Clifford Blossom being Jason’s murderer.

“Thank you.”

The next hour involved him playing with your hands together and taking your mind off of everything by telling you stories about anything and everything. Things changed when Jughead got a call from changed everything for you. Dad had been shot in a robbery at Pops. You didn’t think when you ran for the door shoving your feet into your abandoned shoes and racing out side, you hesitated when you saw that Jughead had a motorcycle.

You didn’t care. You got on after he did and took off to the odd hospital that had strange uniforms that bordered on past decades. You met with Archie’s other friends Betty and Veronica with their parents before you slammed into Archie’s arms not caring of the blood.

“How is he?” You exclaimed running your eyes over the splotchy red marks staining Archie’s cast, lettermen jacket and his skin.

“I-I don’t know.” Archie whimpered as multiple arms surrounded him. You noticed that Hal and Alice were talking to the reception. You were close to collapsing when Archie whispered exactly what happened and you collapse again feeling as if you were back in Hyde Park again.

Jughead led you to a waiting chair when your leg started hurting more and the movement was starting to really hurt. You leaned down in your chair welcoming when Jughead put his arm you and became your support.

In the time you father was in surgery and then resting in the hospital Jughead and you grew even closer to the point where you silently got together. A bad scenario brought out a relationship you should have expected but didn’t see coming and you were very happy. He stayed when your Dad got out of the hospital, when the Abbott’s called to tell you that Ruth had passed away from her injuries. He was there and you loved him for it.

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Mine | Chapter One

Colson x Original Female Character

A new series for y'all because this man has me on my kneeeeees. No idea how many parts it's going to be.

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?

Chapter One Warnings/Content: swearing, a little bit of smut, col being a cocky fucker

Hope y'all enjoy! I've had so much fun writing this.

Presley

I have a confession to make. 

I was a Machine Gun Kelly hater back in the day. 

It’s true. I believed everything the media said, and why would I have challenged it? From what I knew, his music sucked. He was a total asshole. He was a womanizer. He was a poser who switched genres.

Looking back, I’m ashamed of myself for being a follower. I wasted a lot of time judging someone I didn’t know. 

I would probably still be a hater if it wasn’t for my twin brother, Cash. 

Cash and I were raised by music-loving parents (if you couldn’t tell by our names). We grew up playing instruments and going to shows. Cash and I got our first tattoos on our 16th birthday, and by the time we were 19, I already had a full sleeve and Cash had a neck tat. We’ve continued to collect ink ever since, and now that we’re 23, we’re both pretty covered. 

We have an impressive collection of piercings, too. We both have our nostrils pierced, though he wears two rings and I wear a stud because of my septum piercing. Cash’s lip is pierced and both of our ears are full of piercings. I have my belly button and nipples. It’s been fun growing up with such accepting parents. 

We’ve both spent lots of time pursuing art in some way or another. I play guitar and sing in a few local bands, but it’s nothing serious. I prefer body art, and that’s why I’m a piercer. I pierce at a tattoo shop in the city and make bank. People in this hipster city love their piercings. 

Cash and I are best friends. We run in the same friend group and spend a lot of time together. We had our rows as kids, but we’ve always gotten along and been super close. So when he got the opportunity of a lifetime, I was hugely supportive, even though it broke me knowing I wouldn’t be able to see him every day anymore. 

About six months ago, someone reached out to Cash through his Instagram. He has tons of followers and he’s a super talented guitarist. The guy who messaged Cash happened to be none other than Machine Gun Kelly himself. He wanted Cash to be a part of their band and tour with them. 

We were sure it was a hoax, even though it was his official account messaging Cash. We thought it was too good to be true until Colson — MGK’s real name, by the way — passed Cash’s number to his management, and the very next day, Cash had a Zoom meeting set up to meet with Colson and management.

Cash was so serious about it that he wouldn’t let me sit in on the meeting, no matter how silent I promised to be and no matter how many times I assured him that I wouldn’t be on camera. I had to settle for listening through the door. I couldn’t hear much, but I knew it was a positive meeting. 

13 days later, Cash packed his stuff and flew to LA to meet up with the band. The band itself is called Machine Gun Kelly, even though the lead singer/rapper goes by that name. It doesn’t make much sense to me, but whatever. 

As soon as Cash was gone and I found myself lonely as hell, I decided to check out MGK’s music. The longer I sat and listened, the more pissed off I became with myself for having deprived myself of such good music for so long. I started with Tickets to My Downfall and then got hooked on Hotel Diablo. I ventured to Bloom, Lace Up, General Admission, and then onto songs you could only find on YouTube. 

Bottom line: I was obsessed. 

Well, let’s not get dramatic. I fell in love with the music and developed a crush on the very man I’d hated just a month before. And I felt like an asshole for it. I still do. 

I miss Cash a ton. But his life is amazing now. He’s traveling with a hugely famous band, gaining followers every single show, and better yet, he gets along with the guys great. There’s Colson, of course, and then Rook, the drummer. Baze plays the bass and Slim does a lot of keyboard and sound stuff. Justin plays guitar alongside Cash, and Colson plays, too. They party a ton, but they also go out to eat, take trips together, and hang out constantly. I’ve never heard Cash so happy when we talk on the phone. 

I’ve had a shitty day. Clients were dicks, especially the guy who wanted a Prince Albert and got a little excited during the piercing process. If that wasn’t bad enough, he hit on me before one of my tattoo artists came in and dragged him out of the shop. The encounter left me feeling shaky, and by the time I get into my apartment, my hands are a trembling mess. 

I sigh and toss my keys into their designated bowl, then kick off my Doc Martens, trudging to the kitchen. I grab a Mountain Dew from the fridge and find my weed pen on the counter, taking a long pull until I cough out a huge puff. I’ll feel better very soon. 

After changing into comfortable clothes and washing off my makeup, my black hair tossed into a bun, I curl up on the couch with a stupid scary movie. Almost immediately, my phone lights up with a FaceTime from Cash.

I answer the call and there’s his grinning face. I don’t think we look much alike. I have my mom’s raven hair and he has our dad’s blonde curls that he wears long on top and short on the sides and in back. My jade green eyes are the opposite of his chocolaty brown ones, so dark they’re almost black. We do have the same dimples, though.

“Hey, Cash,” I greet.

“Pres!” He says happily, and I can’t help but smile. “You good, sis?”

I shrug, smiling weakly. “Rough day at work.”

Normally he’d ask, but he’s clearly not calling to chat. He has news. I can see the excitement all over his face. “Fuck that,” he says. “Can you take some time off?”

My brow arches. “For what?”

“I want you to come visit!” He says. “Ride on the tour bus with us. Come to a few shows. I miss you and everyone wants to meet you.”

My stomach flips. “Wait, seriously?” I ask warily. “The band and management are okay with this?”

“Kells suggested it!” Cash replies, eyes wide with joy. Kells — MGK, Colson. A man of many names, apparently. 

I’m still skeptical. “I don’t want to impose,” I say. I’m not fun enough to hang with them. It may appear that way based on my career and the fact that I play live music, but I’m boring. All I want to do is smoke weed and maybe go out to eat. I don’t really like to drink and big crowds make me anxious. 

“You wouldn’t, I swear,” Cash continues, still trying to convince me. 

“Cash…” I bite down on my lip. “I don’t know.”

Cash turns his head and talks to someone but I miss what he says. My brow furrows, and then the phone is being passed. I swear to god I stop breathing when my brother’s face disappears and Colson’s takes its place.

God. This man has no business being as hot as he is. His bone structure is unreal. In another life, he could be a successful model. He’s got the height and the body for it. Covered in tattoos and piercings, he matches my vibe. His hair is bleach blonde and messy, currently, so long it almost covers his eyes until he flicks it away and pushes it back, rings glinting on his long fingers. Christ.

“Hey, Presley,” he greets like we’re old friends.”

“Um, hi,” I say after a moment. How could Cash just throw me onto FaceTime with Colson fucking Baker?! Cash doesn’t know about my crush, but still, he’s a big celebrity. I needed more time to prepare.

“What Cash isn’t saying is that it’s non-negotiable. You’re coming,” he says casually. “We’re going to be in Detroit next Saturday and you can just join us then.” 

“My job—”

“Cash already told me it’s easy for you to take time off,” Colson interrupts. Dammit, Cash.

“Well, tell Cash that not all of us are famous rockstars like he is and that some of us still have rent to pay,” I say, loud enough for Cash to hear.

“Oh, don’t worry about that,” Colson says. “Cash already paid for your next three months’ rent.”

I blink. “Cash David Carver,” I say, tone clipped. “What the hell?”

Cash’s face pops in as he throws an arm around Colson’s shoulders with a shit-eating grin on his face. “Gotta take care of my little sister,” he explains.

“You’re 12 minutes older than me,” I say through gritted teeth. 

“Still,” Cash says annoyingly. “Come on, Pres, come see me.”

I sigh. I don’t have to worry about rent for three months. Cash was right, it’s easy to take time off. It means the other piercer gets way more hours and makes more money. I’ve been there for long enough that I can do pretty much whatever I want. I chew on my lip.

“Fine,” I say, and Cash cheers. Colson smiles, and fuck, what an adorable smile. Crinkly eyes and all. 

“We’ll see you next Saturday,” Cash says. “Maybe get a friend to drive you. We’ll get you both backstage passes and tickets for the show.”

Holy hell.

“Okay,” I say, head still spinning. I can’t even believe this is real.

“Alright, we gotta go. Love you, Pres,” Cash says.

“Looking forward to meeting you,” Colson says.

“Yeah, me too,” I say. “Love you, too, Cashy. See you soon.”

The FaceTime ends and I’m left sitting on my couch, knowing that in less than two weeks, I’ll be riding on Machine Gun Kelly’s tour bus. I’ll be at shows. It occurs to me that my wardrobe is not good for the paparazzi pictures in which I very well may appear. 

I need to go shopping. 

I need to mentally prepare.

Somehow. 

Colson

“Daddy!” Her voice is almost a shriek and I smirk around the gum in my mouth as I go harder, bringing a hand down onto her ass as I do. God, she sounds like a fucking pornstar, the way she’s moaning and crying over my dick. I’m sure some of it is for show, but the way she’s clenching ain’t fake. 

“Fuck,” I mutter lowly, grabbing her hips for leverage as I fuck her harder, feeling myself start to get close. 

“Oh fuck, Kells!” Her back arches and her pussy seizes me as she comes, ass pressing back. Feeling her lose it gets me, too, and with a curse, I come, too. 

Once I catch my breath, I pull out and get rid of the condom. Panting, she pulls her panties back up and shoves her skirt down. She tries to fix her hair, but it’s a damn mess, and there’s mascara smeared on her cheek and her lipstick is pretty much everywhere but her lips. It’s definitely on my dick, that I know for sure. 

I button my jeans and smirk at her, reaching a hand out to help her up. She smiles shyly and I lead the way out of my bunk and into the main space of the tour bus. 

“We gotta take off soon,” I explain, bending to kiss her cheek. “It’s been fun, Sabrina.”

Her blonde brows furrow. “Savannah,” she says flatly.

“Shit. Sorry,” I say, giving her my brightest smile. It works. She smiles, too, batting her eyelashes.

“Goodnight, Kells,” she says, fluttering her fingers in a wave as she steps off the bus.

“Goddamn, aren’t you tired?” I turn around to see Cash and Rook on the couch, grinning proudly. Cash’s question has me considering.

“Yeah. I am,” I admit, reaching into the mini fridge for a bottle of water. I plop into one of the cushy chairs and prop my feet on the table. “That’s life, though, boys.”

Rook snorts and Cash smirks as he takes a sip of his beer. I love the kid. I’m glad he’s on tour with us. He’s fucking sick on the guitar and he gets along great with all of us. He’s always down for a good time and he’s a great wingman. I think it’s those damn dimples and the curly blonde hair. 

My mind flashes to Cash’s twin sister, Presley. From what I’ve seen in pictures, she looks nothing like Cash. Her hair is black and her eyes are a piercing green. She’s tatted and pierced like him, and though she’s not as tall as he is at 6’2”, she still has legs that go on for miles. She’s hot as fuck, and I’m excited she’s going to be joining the tour for a bit.

As if Cash is reading my mind, he brings her up. “I can’t wait for Pres to join us. She’s my best fucking friend, man.”

“I can’t imagine having a sister,” I say. “Especially a twin.”

“Is that telepathy shit legit?” Rook asks between puffs off a joint. 

Cash plucks the joint from his fingers and takes a long drag before passing it to me. The smoke is sweet as it fills my lungs, and I follow up the first hit with another until my head tingles. 

“Yeah,” he admits, nodding. “I got in a car crash when we were in high school. Broke my leg and needed stitches in my forehead. Presley had no idea but she left school with a raging headache and a limp.”

“No fucking way,” I say. “Seriously?”

“It’s crazy,” he says. “That’s kind of why I’m glad she’s coming. I can tell she’s not doing so hot.”

I frown, not liking the way his words make my stomach hurt a little. I don’t even know this chick. I shouldn’t really care. But she’s my friend’s sister, so I guess it makes sense. “What’s wrong? Shitty boyfriend?” I ask.

Cash barks such a loud laugh that Rook and I both freeze, looking at him like he’s crazy. “Sorry,” he says, chuckling and shaking his head. “Pres has never had a boyfriend.”

“How?” I blurt before I can stop myself. I clear my throat. “I mean, she’s hot. Respectfully,” I add.

Cash chuckles. “Guys want her. They’re all over her,” he says, and I notice the way his hand tightens protectively on the armrest. “She doesn’t want any of them. We tell each other everything, but she doesn’t date. Dunno why.”

“Hm,” I reply. Interesting. I don’t date either, but I do fuck. Maybe his sister is the same way. Good news for me, if so. 

“So on that note,” Cash says. “She’s off limits. No hitting on my sister.”

I’m visibly disappointed and Cash narrows his eyes at me. “I mean it, Kells.”

I hold up my hands in surrender. “Alright, alright. Loud and clear.”

“But what if she hits on me first,” Rook asks, and when Cash swats him, he cackles. 

I sit back in the chair and take another drag off the joint. What’s the point of Cash’s sexy ass sister coming on tour if I can’t touch her? I have a feeling she’s even hotter in person. Oh well. I’ll have to deal with it. Cash is my boy and I’ll respect his wishes. 

It might be a little cocky to think she’d want me back if I made a move, but I haven’t been rejected since high school. It doesn’t happen when you’re at the place I am. Hell, I don’t even have to ask anymore. Girls, quite literally, throw themselves at me, along with their panties, bras, and even a vibrator one time. That was an interesting show. Funny as fuck watching Reed pluck it off the stage. 

I hear what Cash says, but there’s some weight to what Rook said, too. What if she wants me? Am I expected to reject her? Shit, I won’t be doing that. We’ll just have to see what happens.

XX

Our Detroit show comes on fast. It’s been a crazy week, and to be honest, I haven’t been thinking about Cash’s sister at all. There are plenty of other girls to keep me occupied. 

So when I’m backstage smoking a joint and Cash walks back with a couple of girls, I’m intrigued. I get up from the chair I’m in, but as I get closer, I recognize her. Cash’s sister. And fuck if she doesn’t take my breath away, as stupid as that sounds. 

Because holy shit. When I say Presley Carver is the most stunning woman I’ve ever seen, I’m not lying. Pictures don’t do this girl justice, and her pictures are pretty damn hot. There are those gorgeous legs beneath a short leather skirt. A tiny sliver of tanned stomach is visible beneath her shirt, a simple t-shirt tied in a knot at the bottom. Black, leather boots with a heel, making those legs even longer. Her hair is left down and straight, and I can see the green of her eyes from twenty feet away.

I basically tuck my tongue back into my mouth before snuffing the joint out and going over to say hi like a gentleman. The three of them are chatting with Ashleigh and Olivia, but Presley looks up as I come over, and for the few seconds that our eyes are locked on one another, I feel a bolt of electricity shock through me. She blinks and looks away, but there’s a little smirk on her face. 

“Cash, gonna introduce me?” I ask, putting a hand to Cash’s shoulder.

“Yeah, Kells, this is my sister, Presley,” he says.

“Nice to meet you,” Presley says, holding out a hand.

I smirk and step forward to hug her instead. “Nah, fuck that, we hug around here,” I say, noticing the way her head tucks into my neck, inhaling the smell radiating from her hair — something sweet and sugary. She smells like fucking candy and for a second, I can’t help but wonder what she tastes like.

As I pull away, Cash gives me a warning glance, but I just smile. “And this is her friend, Sadie.”

“Hi Sadie,” I say, hugging her as well. She’s cute, but she isn’t Presley Carver. No one is.

“Thanks again for being so generous,” Presley says. God, her voice is hot, too. Sultry and low, slightly raspy. She sounds like she’d be one hell of a singer. 

“No problem,” I say. “Make yourselves at home.” I need to finish my joint and take a piss before I get out onstage, and as much as I want to stay here and stare, I have shit to do. I wave and walk away. I glance over my shoulder after a few seconds and catch Presley staring. She jumps a little and immediately focuses on what Cash is saying, but she looks flustered. I notice the shape of her long black nails as she tucks her hair behind her ear and I shiver. Focus, Colson. You have a show to do.

But somehow knowing Presley is watching makes me go harder. Makes me take my shirt off and put on a good show of thrusting at my guitar. I drag my fingers down my body, grab my cock over my pants. Old Colson is coming out. The kid who used to suck tits onstage. I hadn’t realized how much I missed him. He was fun. I stopped acting that way when I met…never mind. 

I like that this girl is making me find my old self onstage. I completely give into it, and it’s my best show of the entire tour. Detroit is lucky Presley Carver is in their presence. 

After the show, I chug a full bottle of water, accepting daps and high fives and hugs backstage. I hate how my eyes are searching for her. Cash was very clear — hands off his sister. Which is such a dick move. Has he seen his sister? I mean, I know that’s his sister but he’s not blind. Right?

“Great show.” I jump a little when I hear that slightly raspy voice behind me, and when I turn around, my breath hitches. She looks even better a little sweaty from the show, black hair slightly mussed up. 

I clear my throat and put on a smirk to hide how flustered this girl has me. “Thanks. You had fun?”

“Oh, yeah,” she says, her eyes bright. “You guys put on a good show.”

I mop my face with my sweaty t-shirt and flick my hair out of my eyes. “Did you sing along to any songs?” I ask, my not-so-subtle way of figuring out whether or not she knows our music. 

Her grin is a little sly. “Maybe,” she says with a little shrug. 

My brow arches. “C’mon, you’re gonna leave a guy hanging?” I ask. I really want to know if she actually likes my music.

“Pres, quit acting mysterious,” Cash says when he steps up beside me, slinging an arm around my shoulders. “She listens to your shit. She knows all the words.”

“Cash!” Presley hisses, giving him a look. 

“What?” Cash blanches. “It’s true!” He turns to me. “As soon as I joined y’all she started listening.”

“So you didn’t listen before we kidnapped Cash?” I ask. For some reason, I like that she hasn’t always been a fan. 

She shrugs. “Not really.” Now she looks a little sheepish. “I was missing out, though.”

“You should've heard the shit she said about you when Killshot came out,” Cash adds, and when Presley stomps on his toe, he yelps. “Ow, what the fuck!”

“Cash, you’re such a dick,” she groans. She looks up at me and smiles weakly. “He’s exaggerating.”

I’m amused as fuck. All I can do is laugh. I don’t give a fuck whose side she was on when that all went down. She’s backstage at my show now, and I saw the way she looked at me earlier. She’s into me. There’s no way she’s not.

“I’m gonna go find a bathroom,” Presley mutters, shooting one last glare at Cash before she turns on her heel and stomps away. And maybe my eyes fall on her ass, the way her waist curves out into smooth hips. Cash elbows me, and now it’s my turn to yelp.

“C’mon, I was just looking!” I insist.

“Yeah, looking at my sister like you want to fuck her,” Cash says, but he’s still grinning a little. The smile fades and he clears his throat. “Look. She’s a good girl.”

A quick burst of irritation blooms in my chest. “Are you saying I’m a bad guy?”

“No!” Cash insists, eyes widening. “Not at all. She just…she’s different, Kells. And she’s my sister. I don’t want anyone taking advantage of her.”

“Taking advantage?” I blurt in outrage.

“No, Kells I — fuck.” Cash tears his hands through his messy hair. “Please.”

I sigh, the fight going out of me, and nod. “I won’t do anything,” I mutter.

“You promise?” The kid asks.

I have half a mind to make fun of him for the juvenile ass question, but I just nod. “Promise,” I sigh. Cash relaxes after that and he claps me on the back before jogging away to find some of the other guys. 

I’m annoyed now. I want a shower and something to eat. And my dick is a little bit hard in my jeans. I shift and then walk stiffly outside to the tour bus. 

Sure enough, a group of girls squeals when I come outside. They’re hanging near the tour bus and I quickly scan the group for the hottest one. There’s a cute brunette and I decide she’s the one. I approach the fence and reach for her hand. Her eyes twinkle. 

“You busy right now?” I ask.

She looks to her friend whose eyes are bugging out of her head. “Nope,” she says. 

I smirk. This will be a good distraction. Just what I need.

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[ac-ars]

So I'm waiting for this "girl on fire" mixtape, I think I will need it 😂🔥

Ignite by Alan Walker

Matches by Cash Cash

At my best by MGK, Hailee Steinfeld (”But if you can’t take me at my worst you don’t deserve me at my best” xD)

Setting fires by Chainsmokers

Brightside by Icona Pop

Bonfire by Felix Jaehn

It ain’t me by Kygo, Selena Gomez

Unsteady (erich lee gravity remix) by X Ambassadors

If I were sorry by Frans (”but I’m not sorry”)

Dangerous woman by Ariana Grande

Light it up by Major Lazer

Fireside by Arctic Monkeys

Uptown funk by Mark Ronson, Bruno Mars “I’m too hot, (hot damn), call the police and the firemen”)

Firestone by Kygo

Girl on fire by Alicia Keys

Mad by G-Eazy

i would love to end this mixtape with one song: 

LIKE I WOULD by Zayn (ofc she would not)

#mixtape #i am having fun give me more to do

[hollywoodxwhore]

Mine | Chapter Eight

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, presley being obsessed with col's cute butt, talking about fEeLiNgS, oral sex (m/f receiving)

Now that the smut is arrived, it's not going anywhere. Sorry not sorry.

Presley

“Presley. Hey. Pres?” 

The voice is wavy and dreamy, but it becomes clearer as I wake up. I open one eye and look at Colson, the source of the voice. “Hm?” I reply, rubbing my eyes. “What time is it?”

“Six,” Colson says.

“Six?” I reply, lifting my head. “Why are you waking me up?”

He shrugs, smiling sheepishly. He’s lying on his side facing me, still naked. I shiver a little when I remember what he did to me before we fell asleep. It’s enough to bring a wave of desire right back into my stomach. 

“I missed you,” he says quietly. 

Well, that melts me. I can’t help but smile and shake my head. “I’m right here,” I say. 

“Not close enough,” he replies, pulling me close. I’m still naked, too, and I’m not scared or shy or ashamed. Being vulnerable with Colson feels easy. 

He strokes my hair gently and kisses my forehead. “So, you made me jealous earlier,” he says.

“When?” I ask, looking up at him.

“When you got into that clearly two-person jacuzzi without me,” he says.

“To be fair,” I say, “I was pissed at you then, and you hadn’t seen me naked yet.”

“Are you still pissed at me?”

“No.”

“Have I seen you naked?”

“You currently are.”

“Then can we get in the jacuzzi?”

I roll my eyes but I’m grinning. “Come on.” 

Colson is like a kid, hopping out of bed and loping into the bathroom. He returns with two fluffy towels and leads the way outside. I shiver when we step outside, even though it’s already pretty warm. My eyes land on Colson when he bends over to start the tub, and I hold back a snicker. He has no ass. But it’s cute. 

He glares at me over his shoulder. “Hey. What’s so funny?”

“Nothing,” I say, smiling innocently. “You just have a really cute butt.”

He snorts. “What butt? I don’t have one,” he says. 

“It’s still cute,” I say. He stands up and I walk over, wrapping my arms around his waist. He hugs me and looks down at me, and I let my hands drift to his ass, giving it a little squeeze. My brow arches. “Oh, wait, there might be a little somethin’ back there.”

Colson’s brows raise and he grins widely. “Oh yeah? You think?”

I nod. “Mhmm.” I continue to squeeze his ass and he presses his lips together.

“You tryna turn me on?” he asks tightly.

“Maybe,” I say coyly, blinking up at him.

He groans softly and bends to kiss me. “You’re going to be the death of me, Presley Carver.”

“And you’re going to be the death of me, Colson Baker.” 

He grins and lets go of me long enough to climb into the tub, opening his arms for me. I slide into the hot water with a sigh and rest my back against his chest, tipping my head back onto his shoulder. He gathers my hair and pulls it aside so it doesn’t get wet. Then, his arms slide around my waist and I relax. 

“Hey Pres?”

“Hm?”

“Are you going to talk to Cash?”

“Hell yeah.” Colson starts to drum his fingers nervously on my thigh. “Col, it’s okay,” I assure him.

“But what if he decides he doesn’t want to tour with me or be a part of all of this anymore?” he asks, and there’s real concern in his voice.

I consider this. As much as I want to yell at Cash, he’s the most stubborn person I know. He would totally pull a move like that and I don’t want anyone getting fucked over because Cash is too protective of me. 

“So what do I do?” I ask quietly.

Colson is silent. “Maybe…we tell him when the tour is over?” 

I blink. I hate the idea of keeping things from Cash, and I really despise the idea of hiding whatever this is that we’re doing. Now that Colson has touched me, all I want to do is keep touching him. I’m not sure if he’s a PDA guy, but I want to hold his hand and hug him and kiss him in public and jump into his arms when he comes off the stage sweaty from a show. I would have to pretend that I don’t have feelings for him until we’re behind closed doors. 

That would be difficult.

But Cash abandoning the tour would be worse.

“Okay,” I say finally. “I’ll wait until we’re done touring.”

“You sure you’re okay with that?” Colson asks. “I don’t want you to feel like I’m hiding you.”

“What are we doing, Colson?” I ask. “What is this?”

Colson rests his chin on my shoulder. “A relationship. Or it will be soon, hopefully.” His voice is quiet, almost timid. I’m not sure many people have seen Colson like this, lacking confidence. 

“Are you sure you’re ready for that?” I ask.

“Yes,” he answers immediately. “I really like you, Pres.” I bite back a smile. “I don’t want anyone else. I just want you.” He presses a kiss to my shoulder. “Are you ready for that?”

“It’s still a little scary,” I confess. “I don’t know what our future holds, you know? With your job and my life. But we don’t need to figure that out right now.”

“No, we don’t,” Colson agrees.

“I’m…I really like you, too, Col,” I assure him. “I want a relationship, too.”

“We’re just going to have to be careful until the tour ends,” he says. “We’ll take advantage of the time we have together here.”

“We can keep manipulating it in our favor,” I say. “I’ll keep rooming with Liv and you keep rooming with Cash and they’ll keep wanting to switch.”

“Good idea,” he says. 

“We’ll figure it out,” I tell him.

“Yeah,” he says, kissing my neck. “We will.”

I shiver and close my eyes, and my chest squeezes. “Col…”

“What’s wrong?” he asks, lifting his head to meet my eyes. “Are you okay?”

“I’m scared of how attached I am to you already,” I admit, a little embarrassed. I know guys don’t want to be with virgins for this very reason. “Does that bother you?”

Colson considers this. “No. I like it,” he says. “I feel pretty possessive over you. Does that bother you?”

“No,” I say decidedly. “I like it.”

“Good. Then we’re fine,” he says. And then, his hands start to wander.

First, they drift down my waist and then smooth over my thighs. He traces a finger up the middle of my stomach and I close my eyes, letting out a breath. It’s crazy how easily he can turn me on. Subtly, I press my thighs together and squeeze.

As Colson’s lips find my neck and suck gently, delicate fingers trace my nipples and I whine softly, tensing up. “Is this okay?” Colson practically purrs in my ear and I shiver, nodding as his lips continue to find all of the sensitive spots on my neck. “Mm. Good.” 

Perfect teeth sink gently into my neck just as he pinches my nipples lightly between his fingers and thumbs. I suck in a breath as pleasure rushes through me, my toes curling slightly in the water. “Col,” I breathe, tilting my head to the side in silent encouragement for him to keep going. 

“Are they more sensitive now that they’re pierced?” he murmurs.

“Fuck yes,” I gasp. Jesus. I’m sensitive all over. I had no idea that it would be like this. Of course I’ve touched myself before, but that’s all about the end goal, not the journey. I know exactly what works for me to the point to where it’s almost automatic. I couldn’t have ever dreamed that being touched by someone else, someone I want, could feel this good.

“Let’s get out. I need to make you come again,” he says huskily, and I feel my body react to his words. I scramble to get out of the tub and Colson chuckles, low and cocky, and when I look at him, he’s smirking. 

Inside, we dry off as quickly as we can, and then Colson has me sitting on the edge of the bed. “Lay back,” he demands. I do as I’m told and then he grips my hips, yanking me to the very edge of the bed. My breath catches in my throat at his strength, and as he drops to his knees, my eyes widen. He notices my apprehension and pauses, hands on my thighs. “Is this okay, baby?”

“Wh-what are you planning on doing?” I ask, going up on my elbows to watch him.

The way Colson licks his lips makes it pretty clear what he’s planning on doing to me. He’s looking at me like I’m his favorite meal. “Been dying to taste you since I met you,” he confesses, eyes dark when they land on mine. “But if you’re not comfortable with that…”

I chew on my lip. This is so much more intimate than his hand. This is his mouth we’re talking about. What if he doesn’t like the taste? What if I lose my mind with pleasure and have no control over my body? 

“Baby,” Colson says, breaking me from my thoughts. “Please don’t be nervous. I love giving head. Trust me. I’m going to love it even more with you.”

“If you really want to,” I say. I can’t help but be intrigued. Women in porn act like this is the greatest sensation they’ve ever felt. I want to see if that’s all for show or if it’s real. I nod. “Okay. Yes.”

“You sure?” he asks, but he’s already lifting my legs so that my heels rest on the bed, spreading me open for him. 

“Yes,” I breathe, feeling vulnerable and a little scared, but I trust him fully. 

Colson smirks at me – god, he looks so cocky and it’s so fucking hot – and then his eyes drift from my face to place where I’m already soaked between my legs. It doesn’t take much for him to get me wet. That I’m learning quickly. He licks his lips again, and then he leans in, dragging his tongue in an exploratory swipe from my entrance up to my clit. My entire body seizes up at the sensation, especially when the hot, wet tip of his tongue brushes my most sensitive spot.

He does it again a few more times, and then he seals his lips around my clit. His tongue rolls over my sensitive spot and he sucks a little, and I throw my head back and arch off the bed. “Holy fuck,” I gasp, feeling like I’ve just touched a live wire. Within seconds, my entire body is tingling. Oh god. Porn didn’t lie about this one. This is, quite literally, the best thing I’ve ever felt. I already don’t want it to end and he’s just begun.

“More, Col, please,” I beg, pushing a hand into his hair. “Feels so good, baby.”

Colson moans against me and his dark eyes lock on mine as he releases my clit in favor of fluttering his tongue lightly against it. It’s such a teasing movement that my hips twitch, seeking more, and I whimper helplessly. I can’t take my eyes off of him.

“Presley,” Colson rasps, leaving an open-mouthed kiss on me. “Pres, god, you taste like fucking candy. Holy shit.”

I know he’s exaggerating. That’s not possible, of course, but it does wonders for my confidence, and I fully relax into the sensations. And Colson isn’t shy about it at all. His fingertips dig into the flesh of my ass and hips as he presses his face into me again, moaning in pleasure. “Oh god!” I gasp as my stomach tenses. 

Colson licks and sucks me for a few more minutes, and then he pulls back, rubbing my clit with three fingers as he watches me. His mouth is slightly open and I flash back to the night I walked in on him. It’s the same face I saw then but even hotter because I’m the one causing that look. My breath comes out in gasps as I watch him.

“Baby, can I try something else?” he asks. “Can I put my fingers inside you? Please?”

My stomach tightens with desire and I nod. “Y-yes, of course, anything,” I say quickly, and I mean it. I trust him so completely that he could do just about anything to me right now.

“Fuck,” he growls, and as his mouth reclaims its place on my clit, I feel one of his thick fingers start to slide into me. It’s a weird sensation at first; I never put anything inside me when I get myself off. I keep it all on the outside. But slowly, he starts to pump his finger, and every time he pumps in, I clench around him unintentionally. He’s found that spot everyone talks about without much effort at all. It makes sense; his fingers are long.

The next time he pumps his finger in, he crooks it slightly, and I let out a choked gasp when I feel him rub against my g-spot. Holy hell. The combination of his mouth assaulting my clit and his fingertip rubbing against my spot has me almost convulsing. But I desperately want him to keep going, so I plead. “Don’t stop, Col,” I cry. “That feels so good, oh my god–”

Colson moans in response and when he slides his middle finger back inside of me, his ring finger has joined, and although his fingers are thick, it doesn’t hurt. It just intensifies the pleasure and the pressure on my spot. I’m seriously near tears with pleasure at this point, and I want it to keep going forever, but I also want to come so, so badly. I could come from his mouth alone, but paired with his fingers? I’m going to explode. 

His fingers are relentless against my g-spot and his tongue knows exactly what it’s doing with my clit, and my entire body is rigid and shaking. I feel myself start to flutter around him, a distinct warning of my impending orgasm. “Col,” I cry out, “coming–”

That’s all I can say because I’m seeing stars. The first time I ever had an orgasm, I thought that nothing in the world could ever feel better. But this orgasm? This orgasm is ten times stronger, ten times better than any other one I’ve had. This one shocks me from head to curling toes, my body wracking with the pleasure of it. I barely recognize my own voice as I let out high-pitched whines and cries and curses as I writhe against his face. My hips jerk and buck wildly until finally, pleasure melts into overstimulation.

“Cols,” I say breathlessly, tugging his hair to pull him away, and he immediately does, sliding his fingers carefully out of me and lifting his head. He looks up at me and his lips are so red and shiny and his fingers are soaked and that was me, I did that, and I should maybe be embarrassed but I’m not. I’m losing my mind because I didn’t know sensations like that existed. “Jesus fuck. Oh my god,” I pant, collaposing onto my back.

Colson chuckles and stands, and that’s when I see it: his dick, long and thick and so hard, the tip red and dripping. My eyes widen. I always thought I’d be scared of penises, as stupid as that sounds, but looking at Colson now, my mouth is watering. “Col,” I say quietly, voice raspy from crying out. 

“Mm?” Colson watches me as he curls his long fingers around his dick, giving it a slow stroke. I watch, mesmerized, as he smears my orgasm from his fingers onto his dick. 

“Can I have a turn?” I ask. His brow furrows for just a second but when he realizes what he’s asking, I can visibly see his knees weaken.

“Fuck, are you sure?” he asks. “I’m good.” He shakes his head. “Don’t feel obligated.”

“I don’t,” I say, reaching for his hips. He steps closer to me and lets go of his dick so I can take it in my hand instead. It’s a strange feeling, hard yet soft and pliant at the same time. Experimentally, I graze my thumb over the red tip and Colson hisses, his hips jerking forward. I look up at him quickly.

“S’okay,” he rasps, wetting his lips. “The head is just sensitive.”

I nod and look down at him again, taking my time working my hand up and down his shaft. Then, I push him back slightly and sink to my knees. “Oh Jesus,” Colson mutters, long fingers weaving into my hair. 

“Col,” I say, looking up at him. He swallows hard and looks into my eyes. “Will you help me?”

“Shit, baby, of course,” he says, sliding his hand to the back of my head. “Just taste me first. Put your tongue on the tip.” 

I nod and do as I’m told, dragging the flat of my tongue over that wet, red tip, gathering his pre-cum into my mouth. It’s salty which is off-putting at first, but I don’t mind it. This is Colson. I’m going to love however he tastes and feels. 

Colson curses. “Yeah, that’s it,” he praises. “Now put your lips around the tip.” I follow that direction, too, wrapping my lips around him, and he moans. God, I want to keep making him moan. I’ve never heard anything so sexy in my life. 

Slowly, I start to bob my head, going no further than just a few inches. He has many of those, so I know I need to take it slow. I don’t have a particularly bad gag reflex, but I know I can’t fit nine inches of thick cock in my mouth. I’m surprised at how naturally it comes to me, but I wrap my hand around the inches I can’t fit. The more I bob my head, the wetter his dick gets, and I use that as lubricant so my hand glides easier. 

Colson is in absolute heaven above me. His knees keep buckling and his hand tightens in my hair every so often. I can feel him trembling, and his sounds are frequent and perfect. I fucking love giving head. I fucking love giving Colson head. I’ve never felt so damn powerful. 

With that burst of courage, I take him deeper so his tip grazes my throat, but I don’t choke. I like it, like the way my jaw feels a little strained. The moan that falls from Colson’s lips is tortured, and he spills a little more pre-cum into my mouth. “Shit, baby, shit,” he pants. “I’m not gonna last, I’m s-sorry…”

I moan around him, wordlessly telling him that he doesn’t have anything to be sorry for, and I suck just a little bit harder. He must be getting close, because he’s shaking harder and his fingers are twitching against my scalp. His dick throbs a little and suddenly, he tugs at my hair more sharply. “Pres, I’m gonna come,” he gasps. “Baby, if you don’t want me to come in your mouth, y-you need to, ah shit–”

Hell no. I’m going all the way. I’ve committed to this and I want every perfect second of the experience. I want him to come in my mouth, want to swallow him down and taste every drop of him, and god, I feel filthy, but I fucking love it. So with my free hand, I reach around to grab his ass, keeping him tight against my mouth.

“Oh shit, I’m coming–” His voice breaks and he sucks in a breath as his fingers tighten in my hair. His hips jerk forward and his cum spills into my mouth, hot and salty but perfect, and I don’t struggle at all to swallow it down. I take everything he gives me and when he pulls himself from my mouth, I swirl my tongue over his tip to make sure I get every single drop. Colson is staring down at me like he can’t believe I’m real, and now it’s my turn to sport a cocky smirk. 

“Oh my god,” he pants. “Are you sure. You’re a virgin?” He can’t even get a full sentence out, he’s breathing so hard. I just giggle, nodding my head, and then I stand up, facing him.

“Can I kiss you or do you not want a kiss after that?” I ask.

Colson scoffs. “Oh, fuck that,” he says, holding my face in his hands as he leans down to kiss me. The kiss is hot at first, hard and messy, but then it slows down, growing more passionate, and I have no idea how our mouths can fit together so perfectly. It’s like we were made for each other. 

We fall onto the bed as we keep kissing, our legs intertwining, and we press as close as we possibly can to each other. And that’s when it hits me. I don’t just like this man.

I’m falling in love with him.

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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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Mine | Chapter Six

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: discussions of virginity and intimacy issues, mentions of sexual acts, mentions of meg*n f*x (lol) but their relationship was never public, mentions of panic attacks/anxiety, skinny dipping, swearing, marijuana usage

This is a shorter chapter than usual and it's just Presley's POV, but that's because the next chapter is smut and it is DETAILED, y'all. So it needed its own chapter.

Presley

It’s easy to be quiet during dinner because everyone else is chatty. I smile at all the right times and eat just enough food to appear normal, but my stomach is in knots. I can’t believe I told Colson that I’m still a virgin. No one knows now except for him and me. I want to grab my secret back and hold it close, but I can’t.

It just came out. When he brought up how difficult it must be for me to sleep with people, I just froze. I didn’t know what to say. I’ve never really lied about it, but no one’s ever asked. I just don’t ever talk about it and people assume I’ve had sex. Somehow, I just couldn’t deny it from Colson. Ever since I met him, I’ve had this weird trust in him. He makes me feel safe.

Everyone is tired, so we call it an early night and retreat back to our homes. Colson lets me lead the way inside and I go straight to the bedroom, kicking off my sandals before lying face first on the bed. My throat feels tight and I’m scared, but I know we have to talk about it.

I feel the bed sink beside me and then, Colson’s warm hand is spanning the small of my back. His touch ignites a fire in me. Let’s get something straight: I’m not a virgin because I’m not interested in sex. I very much am. I actually have a pretty high sex drive. But my insecurities overpower my desires. 

I turn my head so I can look at him. He’s lying on his side, looking at me with those beautiful eyes. He looks so good and all I want to do is grab him and kiss him, to trust him enough to let him take my clothes off and touch me. But I’m trembling hard just thinking about having this conversation. Intimacy is next to impossible for me. 

“Hey,” he says quietly.

“Hey,” I reply.

“We don’t have to talk about it,” Colson says, “but I’m a good listener.”

I sigh softly and nod, slowly sitting up. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” I say softly. Colson frowns, his eyes deep with sadness. I just shrug. “I don’t know why I’m like this. I’ve had many opportunities to date and even to sleep with people, but I freak out every time. Just the thought of it makes me feel like I’m going to have a panic attack. So it’s just easier not to do it.”

Colson studies my face. “But…but don’t you want to?” He asks. 

I huff a soft laugh and look away, focusing on my nails instead. “Of course I do,” I mutter. “I’m only human.”

“You’re depriving yourself of something amazing because of your fears,” he says. It isn’t a question or an accusation. He states it as a fact. 

I nod. “Yeah.”

Colson sighs and scrubs a hand over his face. “I know we all have our own insecurities and it doesn’t matter what we look like,” he says. “But Pres. You’re literally a ten out of ten.”

I can’t help but smile at his comment. “Takes one to know one,” I say wryly, glancing at him out of the corner of my eye. 

Colson’s smile is bright and warm. It melts me. 

“Do you ever want to?” He asks.

I bite my lip, anxiety rising in me like a wave. “I mean, of course I do,” I admit. “I want to so badly. It gets worse the longer I wait. But I just don’t know if I’ll ever be able to.”

Colon watches me, drumming his fingers on his thigh. “Have you done anything?”

I’m quiet.

“Kissed someone?’

“Of course.”

“Made out?”

“Yes.”

“Been fingered? Given a hand job?”

I blush and look down, shaking my head. My cheeks burn with shame. 

“Never even dry humped?”

“Barely,” I reply. “Guys just think I play hard to get. They have no idea why I really turn them down.”

Colson whistles softly, looking out the window at the ocean as the sun sets. “I’m sorry,” he says. “My mind is just blown.”

“Yeah.” I let out a big sigh and rest my head back against the headboard. “I know. I’m sure you can’t imagine. How old were you when you lost it?”

“Way too young,” Colson answers. “That’s all you need to know. It’s not all it’s cracked up to be.” He pauses. “I wish I would take sex a little more seriously. Like, of course I get consent and I always make my partners come but I guess I’m just going through the motions at this point.”

I swallow hard, but I don’t look at him. This is easier when we don’t have to make eye contact. “Have you ever had sex with someone you love?” I ask.

Colson is quiet for so long that I almost think he isn’t going to answer. Finally, he replies with a short, “Yes.”

“You don’t want to talk about it?” I ask.

Colson chews his lip. “I do, actually,” he confesses. “It’s just…it’s hard. I haven’t talked about it with anyone.”

“Well, you’re the only person that knows I’m a virgin, so it’s only fair I get one of your secrets, too.” I smile softly and so does he.

He takes a deep breath. “I was pretty serious with someone a little over a year ago,” he says. “I fell in love with her. I’d never been in love but I could tell I loved her. I was obsessed with her. Wanted to be around her all the time. Wanted to marry her.” 

A glance at his hands shows me that they’re trembling. This really is hard for him to talk about. 

“She was basically using me. I was her rebound,” he mutters. “She was really distant for a while, and then I saw paparazzi photos with her ex.”

I wince. “She’s famous?”

Colson nods. “Yeah. Uh. It was Megan Fox,” he says.

I can’t help but gasp. How did this never come out? “Holy shit,” I say. 

“Yeah,” Colson mutters. “She broke my heart. That’s why all I do is sleep with people. I refuse to get deeper.”

“That’s fair,” I say. I hesitate before asking the next question. “Are you still in love with her?”

Colson considers this, then shakes his head. “I think she’ll always have a part of me, but no. I’m not.”

“That’s good,” I say.

“Yeah. It is.” He looks at me then, and he looks…lighter. “Thanks for listening. I haven’t talked to anyone about it. It’s good to let it out.”

“Same,” I say, realizing how much better I feel now that someone else knows my secret. Maybe it doesn’t change anything, but it’s nice not to be the only one carrying it.

I scoot closer to Colson and rest my head on his shoulder. I’m surprised when he scoops me into his lap, but I go with it, sliding an arm around his shoulder. 

“Thanks for listening,” I say softly. 

“Thank you for listening,” he replies, smiling at me, and our faces are so damn close, and I’ve never wanted to kiss someone so badly before. But I force myself to look away.

I can’t. I just can’t. 

“Hey,” Colson says. “I have an idea.”

“Hm?” I reply, still flustered from our almost kiss.

“Just hear me out,” he says. 

I lean back a little and look at him warily. 

He chuckles. “Let’s go skinny dipping.”

I’m silent, waiting for the punchline. “Were you not a part of that conversation we just had?” I ask.

Colson laughs. “I was. That’s why I’m suggesting it. Hear me out,” he says. “I’ll get in first and turn around. Then, you’ll get in. It’s dark enough so that I won’t see anything, but then you’ll get to practice being naked in front of someone.”

I narrow my eyes at him. “Damn. That’s actually a good idea.”

Colson grins widely. “I know.”

I roll my eyes but smile. “Can we smoke first?”

“Is the sky above us? Duh.”

XX

After a blunt, I’m feeling a little more relaxed. Still nervous, but it’s actually a really clever idea. We’re out on the deck of our little house, both wrapped in giant beach towels. Colson looks over at me and raises a brow. “Ready?”

I nod. “Ready.”

“I’ll go first,” he says. “Gonna drop my towel now, so if you don’t want to see my pale, nonexistent ass, I’d close your eyes.”

I laugh and do as I’m told. I wait until I hear a splash and then open my eyes, immediately finding Colson in the water. My heart starts to beat a little faster. “I’m not going to get eaten by a shark, right?” I ask.

“No,” Colson says. “You’ll be totally fine. I’m gonna turn around now, okay?”

“Okay,” I say weakly.

“Pres?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re safe.” His voice is calming and soft, but I can still hear him. “I promise.”

A lump forms in my throat. Who would've known that MGK was this sensitive, kind man? With his words, I drop my towel and ease myself into the water. “Okay,” I say once the water is up to my shoulders. “I’m in.”

Colson turns around and smiles at me as soon as he sees me. “You’re doing it,” he says. “You’re naked in front of someone.”

“Shit,” I say, laughing shakily. “I am.”

Colson smiles widely. “I’m proud of you.”

I blush. “I know this seems stupid—”

“Stop,” Colson says. “We all have our things. I’m the last person who can judge you.” 

I don’t say anything. Slowly, I start to relax. I can’t see Colson’s body which means he definitely can’t see mine. I’m safe. But part of me thinks that even if he did see me, I’d still be safe. 

“Hey. Let’s play 20 questions,” he says.

“Okay.” I kick my legs gently in the warm water. “You first.”

“Tell me about your family.”

“Okay,” I say. “Well, obviously Cash is my best friend. My parents are the coolest people you’ll ever meet. We’re all really close. All of my grandparents have passed and both my parents were only children, so it’s really just us four.”

“That’s wild,” Colson says. “All of that.”

“What about your family?”

Colson runs a hand through his hair, turning the bleached locks darker with water. “Well,” he sighs. “My dad died a few years ago. I’m not in contact with my mom. She left when I was little.”

“Colson, I’m so sorry.” I frown.

“I don’t regret anything,” he says. “My dad and I made amends and got closer before he died.”

“That’s good. No siblings?”

“Nope,” he says. “That’s why my boys are so important to me. They’re like family.” 

“That makes sense,” I say. 

“Alright, your turn.”

“Hm. Did you play sports in school?” I ask.

Colson chuckles. “Yep. Football in high school and some basketball here and there. You?”

“Volleyball,” I answer. 

“Makes sense with your height,” he says. “Tell me about your friends back home.”

I wet my lips, shrugging. “I’m not super close with anyone,” I say. “I’m friends with the people at the shop, but we don’t usually hang out. I kind of roll solo. Cash is honestly my best friend.”

“Has it been hard having him gone?” Colson asks.

“Yeah,” I confess with a nod. “It really has. I’m so happy for him, really I am.”

“But?” Colson asks when I fall quiet.

“But Cash is the only person I really talk to about serious stuff,” I explain. “Without him around, it’s been rough. Lonely.”

Colson considers this, then swims a little closer. I tense up slightly, but he stops a few feet away. “I’m glad you’re with us right now,” he says. “You should stay.”

My brow furrows. “How?” I ask. “I can’t just mooch off Cash forever. I need to make money and have a career.”

“You have any experience managing?” He asks.

“I mean, I manage my own schedule at the shop,” I say with a shrug.

“Ashleigh and Olivia always need help,” he says. “I’m sure we could pay you to help them.”

“Don’t do it because you feel bad for me, Colson,” I say, shaking my head.

“I’m not,” he insists. “It’s just an option if you decide you want to stay.”

”Okay,” I say after a moment. “Well, thank you. That’s super nice of you.”

Colson watches me, and I squirm a little. “I like having you around,” he says.

“I like being around,” I reply. “I don’t know why, but you just feel…”

“Safe?” Colson asks.

“Exactly.”

“So do you,” Colson says. “I feel like I can talk to you about anything. It’s crazy.”

“Agreed,” I say. “I don’t know what it is. I should be so intimidated by you, and I am to some degree.”

Colson’s brows draw together. “Why should you be intimidated by me?”

I give him a look. “Really? You’re Machine Gun Kelly,” I remind him, and he rolls his eyes. “You’re hot as fuck. Girls fall at your feet. You should scare the hell out of me.”

“See, I hate that,” he says. “I hate the idea of being a celebrity.” He puts air quotes around the word. “I don’t want to be intimidating. I used to want to be, but not anymore. I want to be approachable. I want people to know that I’m actually a pretty chill guy. A nice guy.”

“The people who are important do know that, Colson,” I tell him. “Your real fans, you know?”

Colson considers, then nods. “You think so?” he asks. 

“Yes,” I say honestly. “The vibe at your shows is so intimate even when there are tons of people. Everyone is getting along and just enjoying your music. It’s really special, honestly.”

Colson cracks a little smile. “Huh. I’m glad to hear that,” he says. His eyes meet mine again. “Pres…”

I bite my lip, listening. It seems like he’s going to say something important.

“You shouldn’t shut out the idea of a relationship,” he says. “Some guy is going to love you and your body exactly how you are. You deserve that.”

I chew my lip. “But so do you, Colson,” I say. “You got your heart broken. That’s horrible. But it doesn’t mean you shouldn’t try again.”

Colson shrugs. “I don’t know. I guess. I’m just so busy, it’s hard to even meet people.”

It stings to talk about this, to think about Colson pursuing another woman, but I’m not here to be anything other than a supportive friend. “Your life might not be like this forever,” I say with a shrug. “Maybe you’ll settle down a little and then you’ll meet someone.”

“Presley,” Colson says roughly, and my heart stutters. I barely breathe while I wait to hear what he’s going to say, but he just shakes his head. “Do you want to go in?”

“Oh,” I say. “Sure.” 

“Do you want to get out first?” He asks. “I promise I won’t look.”

“Sure.” He turns around and I watch him longingly for a second, the way the moon illuminates the Dalí piece on his back. I stifle a sigh and climb out of the water, wrapping up in my towel. “Okay,” I say, turning around as he gets out, too. I lead the way inside, take pajamas into the bathroom, change, wash my face, and brush my teeth. I’m tired now. 

When I exit the bathroom, Colson is sprawled on top of the covers in his boxer briefs, hands behind his head, and all of a sudden, I’m aching. I’ve wanted sex before, sure, but I’ve never wanted a person as badly as I want Colson. This is a slippery slope, sharing a bed, skinny dipping, talking about our secrets, but at the same time, it’s clear he isn’t going to make a move, so I guess I’m just stuck pining after him. 

I climb under the blankets and yawn. “Night, Col.”

“You okay, Pres?” He asks.

“Yeah,” I say. Despite everything, I am. “Thank you for everything tonight. That was…that was a big step for me.”

Colson’s hand brushes my hair off my shoulder and my eyelids immediately grow heavy. “Happy to help,” he says.

I’m confused. Confused but happy and relaxed. I’m too tired to really figure it out, so when the light switches off and Colson curls his long body around mine, I fall right to sleep.

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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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