#his tattoos look extra good with that slight sheen of sweat over them

[frnkiebby]

LM frank my beloved~🎃

#sir pls #his tattoos look extra good with that slight sheen of sweat over them #js #drowned rat #still so pretty and i just can’t #frank. frank pls. i love you. #frnkiebby #frank iero #mcr #mcrmy #frnkiero #mcr5 #my chemical romance #frnkie #my chem #ilhsm

[elkenbulwark]

WHAT YOUR CHARACTER WILL NOTICE ABOUT MINE

What they look like: He is large in the sense he is tall (about 6'4) and takes up a good amount of space, though he is not particularly wide or exceptionally broad shouldered - simply very dense with added muscle. The color of his hair doesn't quite have a name, or at least one that anybody would be confident in calling it due to how changes often in different aspects of lighting. This is partially due to an introduced artificial coloring that was added to his hair as a joke while he was napping among Ren's high elf friends; the elven dye in question is the type that can only really be seen in direct sunlight, and when it's visible - it gives his natural deep-blue (nearly black) and red tints a plummy, fuchsia sheen that shows the most concentrated level of pink at the ends of his hair when it's spiked up while the rest becomes a metallic, coppery-mauve.

As a half-orc, some (particularly other half's or full orcs) might find it unusual that he does not have a single facial scar as the violence and otherwise rowdiness among their kind is a usual indication they will have some marks on their face at early ages. Since he was raised in elven society and the condition of the face was to carry the reputation of one's house even amongst thralls, his face was spared any markings. Instead, he has his share of them on his lower back and the backs of his legs.

He has a mild case of vitiligo, but mainly on his firearms and palms as well as the back of one palm. There is also a spot on his sternum, between his shoulder blades, on a flank over his pancreas, and under his lip. His right temple/brow has the elvish word 'keeper' branded/tattooed in place as a sign of his past role in house Cragdew, and an enchantment to make him lie down.

What they smell like: A mixture of creek water and sometimes whatever bathing oil he finds in Ren's bag when he's had a wash in camp. By most standards, he carries the ever-present hint of sweat and sweat-sweetened leather from the bracing straps worn under light/medium armors. Hints of ironwood haunt the handle of his axe due to the handles of weapons and tools usually being the sturdy wood, and it rubs off on his hands. Blood and meat left in the sun too long festers inside a bag he keeps on his belt where he sometimes totes around the arms and legs of bodies found left on the road to use as projectiles in fights he senses are at hand. His breath is often a faint floral muddied with milk from whatever tea the camp has brewed in the morning that he slams full with goat milk.

What they taste like: Imagine a popsicle of everything described above under the smell category and give it a lick-cannibals don't @ him.

A kiss of course would taste like whatever he's gotten into last. His breath can be quite milky in the morning when hints of floral depending on the herbals of the tea he gets to have before setting out of camp, though his go to is licorice root. Other than that, he very much spicy and over spiced food, so there's a chance one might catch twinges of fresh peppercorn stuck in his teeth, coriander, and cumin. Overall if one had to lick him like the spider, he'd be salty and a bit on the dusty side from sweating and sleeping/rolling about in the dirt often as well as some dog fur from when he pays the Scratch tax.

What they sound like: Gravelly at times, his voice has a slight melodic upturn to the way he pronounces a few words, likely due to his upbringing and his general use of passable elvish. Though even with the practice in a softer language, he his larger lungs accompany his words with a bit more force than needed at times. His accent is a half breed of a London meets Mancunian with a sprinkle of Welsh (melody) in the mix. There are times his mouth is going so fast that he ends up adding extra words/phrases that don't need to be said or add to the conversation, but he has to chew something out to avoid chomping down on his tongue; think of it as if his mouth had the option to 'rage'. When calmer, however, his voice can roll slow and thick, especially when he's engaged in a bit of a sobering conversation. Speaking of sober, if he's not - good luck figuring out just what the hell he's saying.

What they feel like: Birvor feels like what wrapping one's arms around a cracked pantheon feels like: sturdy, stiff, and with the vague feeling that he will be unable to keep from crumbling forever. The uncertainty in his grasp when he feels that someone is to be added to his bulwark stems from being raised among those with frailer statures and of never quite knowing his own strength and failing to dial it back on many occasions. His hands look as though they'd feel delicate blanched ivory, yet they carry the callouses that turn his grip firm whether it is squeezing a shoulder in solidarity, gripping a jaw to twist a stubborn face towards his burning assessment of one's well being, or cupping a cheek with a softened resolve. Should one lean against him, the fast feeling of a heart enlarged to accommodate rages hammers in iambic pentameter. (They may also feel the squirming of his 3 additional stomach tadpoles riling up gut feelings to act on.)

tagged by: @doighnadair <3 rawh~

tagging: @burtai , @illithidtouched , @ehrendiil , @zerthyan , @eyeforan , @higharper , @gorethought , @you! turn in your homework NOW-

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[reddesertcolbs]

workouts // colson baker

this is smut, so 18+ as always. 

requested: nope - this was inspired by this video.

summary: working out with colson ends very differently to how it starts.

word count: 4.8k words.

warnings: swearing, fingering, blowjob, slight female masturbation, sexual intercourse, unprotected sex, dirty talk. 

my writing

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“princess,” colson’s voice is soft as his fingers move delicately across your back, coating you out of your slumber nicely. “come on, you promised you’d work out with me today.” 

colson has been trying to get you to climb out of bed for the past twenty minutes. stupidly last night, you said you would join him for his morning workout, which you’re definitely regretting now. 

“don’t want to.” you grumble with your eyes closed shut, the corners of your lips tugging upwards and colson peppers your face with kisses, causing quiet giggles to fall past your lips. “i’m sleepy.” 

“i know,” he smiles softly, raising his hand up from your back to thread his fingers through your hair, massaging your scalp with the pads of his fingers. “i promise as soon as we’re finished, we can shower and then jump back in bed for cuddles. how does that sound?” 

you’re quiet for a moment, thinking over his offer. peeling one eye open to look at him, you can’t help but smile wide when you see him already looking at you, eyes full of love. sighing dramatically, you sit up fully before turning towards him. “fine, only because i love you and you’re extra pretty in the morning.” 

“i love you more, now get up.” colson smiles in triumph, raising his hands in the air in victory, when you swing your legs off the bed with a chuckle at his excitement, goosebumps covering your bare legs instantly. leaning down, you reach for the colson’s tshirt, the one that he ripped off you the night before, and slip it over your head, the shirt grazing the middle of your thighs.

“i’ll meet you down there, i’ll just sort myself out.” you tell him, walking over to him sleepily and looping your arms around his waist, resting your chin on his bare chest with puckered lips, begging for a morning kiss. 

“don’t be too long. i’m going to work you hard today, baby.” he winks, craning his head down and pressing his lips to yours for a moment. he pulls away with a smile and presses another kiss to your forehead before he leaves the bedroom, jogging down the stairs and towards his at home gym excitedly. 

after strolling to the bathroom and completing your morning routine,which consists of you brushing your teeth and washing your face, you stride towards colson’s walk-in wardrobe, fishing out your workout outfit. since it was just the two of you today, you decided to wear a sports bra and some black gym leggings, pulling on one of colson’s tops on top to cover your bra. using the hair bobble on your wrist, you rack your hair up into a ponytail, before climbing down the stairs to join colson in the gym. 

opening the door to the home gym, you’re instantly met with a cold breeze and a hum of the fan sitting in the corner, causing you to shiver slightly as the coolness gushes over your body. colson’s music blares through the speakers on the highest volume, instantly waking you up, as you stalk to the middle of the room, standing beside him and eyeing his every move as he situated himself onto the black mats. he is wearing bright red shorts and a black tank top, his arm tattoos out on full display, making your mouth water at the sight of his biceps bulging as he raises himself on his arms before he begins to complete a set of ten push ups.

“you just gonna stare or are you joining in with me, love?” he teases, voice slightly strained as he pushes his body up and down with his forearms, glancing up at you for a moment with a cocky smirk before lowering his head and closing his eyes in concentration, puffs of air passing his lips every time he lifts himself. 

“i’m joining you, don’t worry.” you grin, moving to mimic his position and attempt to complete a set of push ups with him, but collapsing onto your chest after three with a chuckle. “yeah, i’m shit at these.” 

“come on, let’s do something else.” he chuckles, standing up and offering his hand for you to take, which you do, and he lifts you to your feet with ease. placing a quick kiss to your forehead, he pulls you into the direction of the weight bench and takes a seat. 

you unlink your hand from his, as you walk towards the weights, studying the different sizes and weights as colson removes his shirt, leaving all of his tattoos on show for you to gaze at as he lays down on to his back. turning around, you watch him with heart eyes, as he lifts two black weights up in the shape of balls, spreading his legs apart to steady himself and begins to thrust his hands in the air, with heavy breaths leaving his mouth with every raise of his arms. 

you decide to busy yourself by doing some squats, standing beside him and spread your legs shoulder width apart. slowly, you lower your body, making sure to keep your back straight and squeeze your bottom as you further lower your body, legs at a forty five degree angle, holding it for a couple of seconds and raising again. you do this ten times, stopping for a quick rest in between before continuing them again. colson glances to the left, eyes watching you as you lower yourself, and he can’t stop himself from dragging his eyes to your bum, and blood begins to rush to his cock at the view. 

quickly, he shakes his head to remove the thought of taking you onto the bench and fucking you hard, closing his eyes in concentration. 

“what is that exercise called?” you ask, picking up the water bottle and taking a gulp of the cool liquid, watching the muscles of his biceps contract every time colson raises his arms. butterflies flood your stomach as you rake your eyes all across his body, droplets of sweat drip down his forehead and chest, making him look so delicious. maybe working out with colson wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

“they’re called incline bench presses.” he manages to say through raises, breathing unevenly as the balls clink together every time they meet in the air. he lowers his hands and lets the weights fall onto the floor. he sits up, stretching his arms and reaching for your arms. “wanna try?” 

“i won’t be able to lift them.” you say, looking at the weights that are sitting by colson’s feet before glancing back up at him with your bottom lip tugged between your lip. “i can try.” 

“i’ll help you, baby. let me find you some that aren’t as heavy.” he grins, standing up from the bench and nodding in the direction of it, telling you to take a seat. you oblige, sitting down and laying back, spreading your legs apart just like colson did and glancing up into colson’s direction as he looks around for a lighter weight. once finding them, he picks them up with ease before walking back over to you and standing behind you, offering you to take them. “ready? i won’t let go of them until you’re comfortable, okay?” 

“yeah, okay.” you nod slightly with a grin, accepting the weights from his hands and holding them tightly, as he looks down at you with furrowed brows in concentration, as he makes sure not to let them drop onto your body. 

“okay, just start lifting them up and then pulling them back down towards you but don’t let the bar hit your chest,” he encourages you to lift the bar with an encouraging smile, his hands hovering underneath to catch it at any moment. “and then let the bar stop about here.” he stops the bar with his hand, the bar sitting just above your chest. “and then back up again.” 

you copy his instructions, puffs of breath leaving your lips as raise the bar upwards and lower it, making sure it doesn’t rest on your chest like colson said, repeating the action a couple of times before colson grips the bar again and placing it onto the floor again. 

“good, that was awesome, princess. good job.” he praises, raising his hand to high five yours and a chuckle escapes your lips once they connect.

you follow his lead as he walks you both towards the punching bag, stopping once he stands in front of it. you observe his every move, as he picks up a medicine ball from beside the bag and then he moves to stand in front of you with a smirk.

 suddenly feeling hot, and you’re not too sure if it’s because of the weight lifting or colson’s glare, you remove the shirt from your body tossing it to the side, leaving you in just your sports bra and gym leggings, before looking back at him. you certainly don’t miss colson’s eyes drop to glance at your chest that’s on display, but he quickly raises them back up.

“what are we doing now?” you inquire, head tilting and an eyebrow raising as you eye him up. 

“just watch, and then copy me okay?” he says, not giving you time to respond before he throws the medicine ball into the wall with a thud, before twisting his body towards the punching bag, hands pounding into the black bag quick and hard, and you can’t stop your eyes from raking across his back muscles as they stretch with every punch and a sheen of sweat begins to cover his body. 

he repeats the actions again; throwing the medicine ball into the wall and punching the bag, causing your mouth to hang open and the feeling of wanting to pounce onto him and connect your lips to his begins to  cloud your mind. colson knows your staring, as you’ve gone very quiet on him which only causes the man to carry on punching the punching bag even harder before stopping it with his hands, wrapping his arms around it and making it come to a halt. 

“you okay, babe?” he sniggers, his voice pulling you out of your trance and your face warming knowing that you’ve been caught staring at him. your eyes flick from his back, well his chest now, to his face, to see a cocky smirk evident. “you look a bit flustered.” 

“sorry, you just looked so hot doing that.” you say, walking towards him and circling your arms around his neck. immediately, his hands rest on your hips, tugging your body closer to his. “can i have a kiss? please?” 

“of course.” his voice is low and his breathing is still slightly staggered from his punches to the black bag behind him, as he leans forward and connects his lips with yours. your lips melt together, your hands tightening around his neck as you desperately pull him closer to you, wanting him to be as close to you as possible. pulling away to catch your breath, your foreheads pressed together and you couldn’t give two shits at the thought of colson’s sweaty forehead leaning against yours. “you know you don’t have to ask for a kiss, love.” 

you lean up and slot your lips to his again, kissing him hungrily as his hands rack across your body. one of his hands raises to rest on your cheek, whilst the other travels down and rests on your bum, giving it a squeeze causing you to gasp against his lips. colson takes this as an opportunity to slip his tongue between your lips, tongues meeting and rubbing together. the sound of wet kisses, humming of the fan and colson’s music that’s on shuffle fill the room, as colson’s hand leaves your face and moves down to the back of your thigh, the other one following suit. 

“jump.” he mutters against your lips, pressing a lustful kiss back to them as he lifts you up with ease, your legs wrapping around his waist tightly as he backs to the two of you up, your back hitting the wall with a slight thud and a sigh escaping your lips from the contact. 

his lips leave your mouth, heavy breaths cloud the room as his lips softly connect to the side of your neck, leaving open mouthed kisses before sucking gently, making you whine once his lips move along the area behind your ear. 

“looked so sexy working out with me, princess.” he mumbles, lips trailing to the other side of your neck and kissing all over it, marking you up to show the world that your his. your hands move from his neck to his hair, tugging at his roots gently as your head leans back against the wall, eyes shutting as his lips dance across your neck, and he begins to gently rock his hips into yours, his bulge rubbing against you deliciously.

“fuck baby,” you breathe out, one hand leaving his hair to rest on his cheek, pulling him up from your neck so you can press your lips back onto his. you whine against his lips as he continues to grind his hips against yours and he releases a shaky breath through his nostrils at the feeling of his cock moving against your clothed core. “need you to do something, cols. please.” 

disconnecting your lips, staggered breathes filling the air as he lets you down onto your feet. quickly, you kick your shoes off, colson doing the same before he wraps his arms around your waist again, tugging you close and letting his hands travel down your body, stopping once they hit the waistband of your gym leggings. 

“can i take these off you, princess?” his asks, lips pulling away from yours but only a millimetre as you nod and hum, slotting your lips back with his messily as he pulls your leggings down your legs, taking your knickers off in the process. he helps you kick them off, tossing them to join your tshirt shirt that you removed earlier, before backing you up against the wall again. 

“spread your legs for me.” he demands, voice laced with lust as he looks down at you with blown out pupils, watching your thighs part and his hand immediately trails down. you head tips back, as his middle finger dips between your folds, sucking in a breath as he gathers your wetness and brings it up to your clit, rubbing slow circles into it with a hum in satisfaction as your slickness covers his digit. “what’s got you this wet, baby girl? hm?” 

“fuck,” your hands grip his shoulders, trying to keep yourself up as his middle finger begins to move quicker, circling your swollen bud faster and harsher before lowering his finger and toying with your slick entrance. coating his finger with your wetness, he inserts his fingers into you with ease, immediately thrusting it in and out of you with his bottom lip between his teeth as he watches you through his lashes. “you baby. you have, shit.” 

your hold on his shoulders tighten, as his middle finger pumps into you, causing you to shudder against him when the palm of his hand rubs against your swollen bud. his ring finger moves to your entrance, pushing into you to join his middle finger and quickens his pace. his long digits press against your spongy wall with every thrust of his hand, making you whine out and your head falls forward to rest on his shoulder. 

“holy shit, i’m not going to last long.” you eyes screw shut in pleasure, as the coil in your stomach turns and tightens, signalling that your release is building up quickly. colson is fully aware of this because he can feel your velvet walls clench around his fingers, making him quicken his speed with his wrist, causing the palm of his hand to rub against your clit a bit more forcefully. 

“cum for me, pretty. cum all over my fingers.” he demands, moving his lips to press open mouth kisses along the base of your neck. “good girl, can feel how bad you want to cum.” 

“fuck i’m cumming, don’t stop.” his vulgar words were all that you needed for the coil in your stomach to snap, loud moans slipping past your lips as the sound of your wetness against colson’s fingers fills the room, as well as your heavy breathing. your thighs shake and your fingers cling onto colson’s bare shoulders, as you screw your eyes shut, pleasure racking through your body right down to your toes, making them curl. 

“that’s my girl, cumming all over my fingers.” he brings his lips back up to yours, pressing a soft kiss to them before retracting his mouth. you watch through post-orgasm eyes, as his fingers slip out of your entrance and up to his mouth, licking them clean with a smug smirk. “taste so sweet, could taste you all day.” 

grinning at his words, you lower yourself to your knees, leaving open-mouthed kisses to his almost famous tattoo, before hooking your fingers into the waistband of his shorts, tugging them down so they pool at his feet. your hands move to grip his thighs, as you press a barely there kiss to his clothed bulge that’s begging to be released from his tight white boxers, causing the man above you to hiss. 

“fuck, stop teasing me.” he whines, hands moving to your hair and pulling you away from his hips, giving you a hard glare. smirking up at him, your hands move from his thighs to the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down slowly and letting the fall to his ankles. colson’s rock hard cock springs against his stomach, causing him to emit a throaty groan as his cock hangs free. 

within a second, your hand grips his dick softly, pumping him a couple of times before bringing your lips to the tip of his cock, which is bright red and oozing with a bead of precum from watching you orgasm because of his fingers. sticking your tongue out, you flick your eyes up at him, wetness flooding straight back to your core when you see him already looking down at you, his normal bright blue eyes are now a navy blue and his pupils are huge with lust. leaving a couple of kitten licks to his swollen tip, you hum when you taste the saltiness of his cum, causing the blonde to grip your hair and buck his hips ever so slightly, whilst releasing a shaky breath through his nostrils. 

“y/n, stop teasing and suck my cock.” he demands, voice stern as he removes the hair bobble from your hair, letting your hair cascade over your shoulders before he threads his fingers into your head, pushing your mouth even closer to his dick. 

you respond by wrapping your lips around his tip, lowering your mouth further and hollowing your cheeks around his length, whilst remaining eye contact with colson at all times. he lets out a groan at the sight of his cock engulfed by your mouth, before he pushes your head further onto his cock, causing your eyes to shut as his tip his the back of your throat making you gag slightly. 

pulling off his cock to catch your breath, a string of saliva dripping from your mouth and onto his cock, your hand leaves his thigh and wraps around his shaft, pumping him quickly and paying extra attention to the vein that’s sitting on the underside of his cock, making him see stars every time you run your thumb over it. 

“fuck, you’re so good to me.” he hisses, head tipping back, eyes screwing shut in pleasure and his mouth hangs open in an o shape, as throaty groans fall from the back of his throat. he bucks his hips forward, fucking your hand before you move your lips back onto him and bobbing your head up and down along his shaft, using your hand to pump whatever couldn’t fit into your mouth. 

“god baby, you’re gonna make me cum so hard.” he groans through gritted teeth, his stomach tensing as your tongue rubs against the vein underneath his cock, as one of your hands move downwards, rubbing soft circling into your clit, making you moan at the feeling around his shaft. colson’s hips jolt forward at the feeling of you moaning around his cock, making his eyes fly open and his head snap down to look at you. “fuck, you touching yourself baby? god, keep doing that you’re so hot. holy shit.” 

you bob your head along his length quicker, colson’s grunts becoming evidently louder indicating that he is going to cum at any second. you know this because his hold onto your hair becomes harsher, fingertips digging into your scalp as his face is screwed up in pleasure. his thighs begin to tremble, and his chest and stomach heaves as the knot in his stomach is tightening with every move of your head. 

“shit gonna cum.” he mutters out, head throwing back and deep moans falling past his lips as his cock starts to twitch in your mouth, making you hum around him, only making the blonde’s hips stutter more as his load spills down your throat in white ribbons and your hand continues to move along his shaft. his breathing is stuttered and his chest heaving as he attempts to catch his breath, eyes still screwed shut as aftershocks of his orgasm washes through his body.

after helping to ride out his orgasm, you press a soft kiss to his tip before raising onto your feet with a smile, as colson’s hands immediately circle your waist, pulling you close to him and pressing your lips together again. your back hits the wall again, as his hands reach down to your thighs, lifting you up again and your legs circle his hips. 

the temperature of the room has definitely risen since the two of you started your workout, and you’re very thankful for the fan that is blowing cool air into the room. 

your lips press against his sloppy, teeth clashing together as you kiss each other desperately after missing the feeling of his lips against yours, even if it has only been five minutes since they were pressing together. colson removes his lips from yours, and moves on hand to grip his cock, pumping it a few times before lining it up to your entrance with a sigh and the contact of his hand wrapped around his length. 

“gonna fuck you so good baby.” he smirks, breath fanning across your lips as you let out a whimper at his words. your hands claw his neck, begging him to bring his lips back to yours. “your legs won’t be sore from the workout.” he winks, running the tip of his cock through your wetness and you can’t stop the whine from spilling past your lips as he circles your clit with the tip of his cock. 

“please fuck me, need your cock buried deep inside of me.” you whimper, connecting your lips against his for a hungry kiss, but whining out loudly as he pushes his cock into with ease, thanks to your wetness from before and from when you were sucking his cock. “fuck yes, fill me up.” 

“you like it when i fill you up with my cock, baby? does it make you feel dirty, hm?” he mocks, retracting his hips from yours before slamming them against yours again forcefully, making you cry out every time his pelvic bone touches yours. 

“shit, fuck yes.” you whine, head tipping back against the wall as your eyes screw shut so hard that you see stars. his pelvic bone presses your swollen bud with every thrust and colson’s lips immediately begin to attack your neck with more kisses, trailing them down to your collarbones, sucking and biting gently into them, marking you up. 

his hips begin to move quicker, skin slapping against one another as pleasure floods your bodies, causing you both to whine out loud without a care in the world. colson’s hands grip your bottom, holding you up tight against the wall as he pounds into you deeply, you’re certain you can feel him in your stomach, the thought alone making you cry out. 

“your pussy was made for me, baby.” he spits, eyes closing as your warm walls start to pulsate around his cock, motioning that you’re not going to last long at all. with this, he begins to rut into you quicker, hips snapping against yours and the tip of his cock hits your spongy wall each time, causing you to clench around him tightly. “getting close, angel?” 

“yes, holy fuck.” you nod, loud whines falling freely out of your mouth as you lift your head up, one hand gripping the side of colson’s neck, tugging him towards you. your lips connect with his, tongue pushing through his lips with ease and your tongues collide against each other, increasing the pleasure immediately. 

sloppy kisses, skin smacking together and your wetness as colson’s cock moves freely in and out of you are the only sounds present in the room, as well as the music coming from colson’s speakers which the two of you have drowned out, too caught up in each other to care about which song is playing through them. 

“god colson, so close, fuck don’t stop.” you beg, eyes screwing shut as your body begins to tremble, the tip of your orgasm nearly present as colson’s cock slides through your warm wet walls quickly and deeply, hitting all the right spots. 

“let go for me baby, i know you want to.” he mumbles, voice straining slightly as he holds back his own orgasm, wanting to feel you cum all over his cock first before he releases his load deep inside you. 

“shit, i’m cumming, fuck.” loud moans splutter past your lips, as your walls clench, your release coating his cock helping him move his cock even quicker through your walls with throaty groans as he nears his own high. your body shakes uncontrollably, eyes rolling in the back of your head as pleasure floods your body, making your toes curl in the process. 

the feeling of your walls pulsating around him makes colson’s hips stutter, before they come to an abrupt halt as his cock twitches deep inside you. with a loud moan that rumbles from the pit of his chest, he releases his load in white spurs, making you whimper at the feeling of his load as well as his cock filling you up, and your core tightens around him again. 

colson leans his head onto your shoulder, sweat covered forehead resting against the smoothness of your skin as he pants, your hands moving to rest into his hair, fingers threading through it as you close your eyes, trying to catch your breath and steady your heart beats. 

after a few moments of heavy pants, colson lifts his head and glances at you with tired eyes and a soft smile, leaning his head forward and connecting his lips with yours for a loving kiss. instantly, your lips melt with his and you kiss him back slowly, keeping the kiss steady before he pulls away again. 

“i love you.” he smiles, voice low as you continue to knit your fingers through his hair soothingly. 

“i love you more.” you respond with a grin, face flushed from your orgasm and the hotness of the room. 

“gonna pull out okay?” he says, eyes dancing around your face as you nod. 

he pulls his hips back, his cock sliding through your walls before pulling out fully, causing the two of you to sigh in unison at the loss of contact. pressing a quick kiss to your shoulder, he lets you down onto your feet, holding you tightly by your waist because of your visible shaky legs from your orgasms. 

“you feeling okay, angel?” he asks, bringing one hand up to caress your cheek, rubbing soft patterns into it whilst gazing at you, eyes filled with love. 

“yeah, perfect.” you breathe out, a smile taking over your face as you loop your hands around his neck, connecting your lips together for a quick peck before pulling away completely. “are you okay?” 

“i’m fine, baby. don’t have to worry about me.” he smirks with a wink, pressing one last kiss to your lips before he bends down to tug his boxers up his legs, discarding his shorts completely. “here, put these on. you’ll be taking them off in five seconds for a shower anyway.” he passes you his shorts, which you happily tug up your legs. 

“come on my pretty girl, let’s go and shower and get back into bed.” he smiles, linking your fingers together and pulling you into the direction of the speakers so he could grab his phone. after retrieving his phone, he leads you both out of the gym, and towards the stairs, stopping before you have the chance to climb up them, turning towards you with a cocky grin. “you’re definitely working out with me again if it’s going to end like that.” 

yeah, maybe working out with colson wasn’t a bad idea after all. 

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@androgynouswordsmyth: “Hi Tum c: this is for your matchup event! 5’6”, with an hourglass figure, has that broad shouldered goddess energy going on. Used to swim competitively in highschool & still have a nice shape. Would describe my style as athletic comfort meets swamp witch. Love wearing black, it goes with everything. But also one of those people that wears workout clothes because they’re comfortable & easy. An admirer of all things relating to the occult & witchcraft. I have two tattoos small ones on my upper thigh & on the inside of my bicep. Often asks “What’s your sign?” Green eyes & shoulder length brown hair that is dyed seafoam green. I am soft spoken & gentle when I interact with everybody. All about self growth & healing. A huge advocate for self care. Love venting about my dumb corporate job. Deep down I'm a rebel anarchist. Often says things like “I’m just a cog in their machine” or “metal till I die”. My end game is writing fantasy novels for a living writing is my passion. I am a person who gets lost in thought & day dreams, a homebody who is fatigued & curls up in bed with Netflix playing in the background while I write rp responses or some of my own stuff. I have depression & anxiety, which I manage with both medication & therapy. Am attracted to bad boys/girls. Kindness & respect in my relationships are important, emotional maturity & a sense of humor are huge & my favorite color is dark pine green. Someone from BNHA, NSFW. Write what feels right.”

notes: aiden! i’m so happy you participated in my event, also you seem like the coolest person? ever? so of course i had to pair you up with one of the coolest dudes in bnha! your support means the world, thank you so much for being my mutual on this hell app ❥

why i matched you:

» you and dabi would get along exceptionally well, both with how you are and how you present yourself. your inner anarchists would collide beautifully and no doubt lead you two into trouble, but who else would you rather start a riot with than someone like him? he thinks it’s kickass that you understand what it means to be a pawn in society’s game, and has no issue with having you by his side to tear that shit down.

» dabi really adores your aesthetic. he finds it incredibly intriguing and thinks it suits your personality well; your hair, your occult lifestyle, and boy does he love your tattoos. he often offers to pay (w stolen money ofc) for you to get more if you want them - one of the best ways of self expression is covering yourself with art, and he supports it wholeheartedly. he likes to trace the ink on your skin during intimate moments and often finds himself admiring them elsewhere, thinking about how gorgeous you’d look with a few more pieces in places only he could see.

» though he might not be as poetic as you, dabi admires your creativity and urges you to keep up with your passion. he’s going to be super lowkey about it but he shows that feeling by doing smaller things, like picking up notebooks for you here and there or offering to get you better quality pens for when you’re brainstorming a story. he won’t tell you but he sometimes reads your stories at night while you’re sleeping (only the ones you’ve offered for him to read, though), and is always left in awe of how talented his girl is.

» when he’s not painting the town red or burning someone to a crisp, he’s more than happy to stay at home with you and curl up with a good show. despite his wicked, cold demeanor he’s actually very affectionate with the person he chooses to pursue! so expect lots of gentle touches, lazy kisses here and there, soft whispers here and there about how warm you are and how nice you feel against his charred skin. he’s not afraid to show you his love because if you can stick with someone like him, well, that’s proof enough that you’re worth it all.

» dabi never does anything without purpose. every action he takes is a part of the grander scheme of things, and he does so with such a drive that is rivaled by most heroes. so you can definitely check maturity off your list. as far as humor goes? he’s a smug bastard, and his sly remarks and teases are aimed directly at you for the sole purpose of making you smile. sometimes he’ll just sit and say the dumbest things to see how hard he can make you laugh, because in a life surrounded by death and darkness, your giggles really help him see it all in a different light.

» dabi’s experienced enough trauma to understand what your inter turmoil is like, but he’s beyond proud of you for taking charge and handling it however you can. he’ll be your biggest supporter when you need it and is so goddamn protective of you. you’ll never not feel safe, because it’s that constant worry in the back of his mind about how just being with him puts a target on your back that pushes him to take extra precaution. you might have a few close calls here and there because, let’s face it, villains are ruthless - but at the end of the day he’s always able to pull you right back to him and remind you he’ll always come for you.

drabble:

Dabi rolls off of your spent body with a slight groan, the thin sheen of sweat covering both of your bodies glowing in the dim light of the bedroom. Your chests rise and fall to a steady rhythm of labored breathing - and as much as you both loved being tangled with each other mere minutes ago, you need a second to let your sweltering skin cool off and your aching muscles to relax after that particularly tiring session. Dabi catches the exasperated sigh escaping your lips and grins from your slumped form in his peripheral.

He always thought you looked the most beautiful like this. When your eyes were half lidded and pupils blown, skin covered in teeth marks and bruises, hair haphazardly strewn about on the pillows. It was a sign he did a job well done, and the image brands itself into his memory every time he’s lucky enough to see it happen. Lost in his daydream, he doesn’t see that sinfully innocent smile tug at the corners of your mouth when you catch him zoning in on your post sex euphoria.

“Y’know, you’re more than welcome to take a picture… they last much longer.”

He laughs, a short exhale from his pierced nose, “I might just do that, doll. Next time.”

Your smile grows wider and you prop yourself up on your elbows, sliding over the tangled sheets to get closer to him and be able to reach and trace over the stapled skin of his chest with delicate fingertips. He closes his eyes at the feeling before loosely wrapping an arm around your lower back, thumb gliding back and forth just below your ribs.

You bask in this comfortable silence for what feels like a lifetime. This was your favorite part of the aftercare, just enjoying each other’s presence that much more as you regain a stable heartbeat, eventually letting Dabi gather you in his strong hands to lay you over his scarred chest when the cool air overstays its welcome on his skin. Once your cheek meets his chest he leans forward to ghost a kiss into your damp hairline, lips lingering there a bit longer every time. The steady beat of his heart usually lulled your eyes closed with its melody. At this point, it was all routine.

Dabi is the first to break the silence, the deep gravel in his voice reverberating through his chest against your ear, “Y’know… if we’re gonna fall asleep like this, the least you could do is read me a bedtime story.”

“Too tired… s’your fault.” he feels your smile and hot breath against his pectoral, broad chest rumbling in laughter at your quip.

“Hm, guess I need to go easier next time. But you weren’t complaining when I was balls dee-“

“Dabi!” You smack his skin and whip your head upward to look him in the eye with a look of feigned shock, and it's hard to contain the giggle that escapes from your dropped jaw. He chuckles again before craning his neck to leave a peck at your bottom lip, his hand raising to push your head gently down to his chest again, the other finding its way beneath the pillow under his head.

“Shh, just go to sleep, stupid.”

“Shut up… dummy.”

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[weeklyfangirl]

Frat Boy Pt. 16

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7 (1), part 7 (2), part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12, part 13 , part 14, part 15

*adele voice* hello, it’s meeeee i was wondering if after all this time you’d like to reeeaaad. AHEM, in other words, thank you for reading, you lot mean a lot to me :’)

“I saw the cops on campus this morning.” Strands of hair escaped her haphazard ponytail, and she blew it out of her face. “You should really do this once a week so it doesn’t get so nasty,” she muttered, tone completely changing. She missed my shrug as she bent on her knees, foraging under the sink. 

 All signs of Harry had been removed since the night before, besides the faint clean scent lingering on the pillow. But even that was fading from my mom’s trigger happy Febreezing. Harry had snuck out earlier than me, just sending a text saying he had an early before-game practice.

 “Mom, you really don’t have to clean this up.” 

 She ignored me for the upteenth time, pulling out Clorox wipes and focusing all her strength on the built-up gunk on the counter. “At least take turns or something. You do one week, Renny does the other.”

 Tap Ramen must have been made by people who knew most college kids couldn’t afford more than a coffee and dehydrated noodles - on a good day. I slurped up the artificial chicken flavor and winced as the scalding water dribbled on my chin, some falling on the carpet. We cleaned whenever we could. But recently I’d been swamped and had zero motivation for any extra obligations, much less for cleaning. Renny just… didn’t. I think Renny saw a broom once, and hid it further out of reach. 

 More Clorox wipes were drawn and she moved to the sink. 

 “What were you going to say about the cops?” I asked. 

 “Oh, right.” She pushed back her hair with the back of her hand. “It was kind of weird. Do you know if anything’s happened?” 

 I offered her a bite of my ramen. She shook her head, sweat beads lining her forehead. 

 “Okay” - I tried to explain between chunks of noodle what was happening, but she made me swallow and start over. “Supposedly there’s some kind of gang that’s been tagging the walls around school. We woke up to an e-mail today and I guess they tagged the courtyard last night. There’s a game later though.”

 “That’s frightening...” 

 “I think that’s why the cops are here. Extra security to make sure everyone feels safe.” 

 “Freaky.” She waited for me to say I agreed with her, that this was random and unexpected, but I didn’t. Fear lingered in her eyes, and I knew a couple of cops didn’t make her feel any better. In a second, she pulled me into a hug, holding me tight. “I just want my angel to be safe.” 

 My eyes closed, wishing it could be as simple as it was when I was a kid. When she could hold me tight, and tell me good guys always won - and I believed her. “Thanks momma.”

 She gripped both my arms when she pulled back. “You don’t have any plans for next weekend right?”

 I knew that tone. Some mandatory event was coming up and the thought of another something to do hurt my head. Midterms were over, but with sorority meetings, soccer games, and Zayn’s art project, I still needed to get caught up grading papers for Dr. Rhinecuff and write my own. There were only so many descriptions of the Krebs cycle I could read before the red pen sounded more appealing lodged in my eye. I rubbed my temple. “Mooooom.” 

 “What?” Her hand cradled my own that gripped my head, scared something was wrong.

 How could I tell her I didn’t want to do whatever she was going to tell me? “I feel like I’m always doing something.” Another scalding bite of soup burned my mouth and I cringed. 

 “I know, but-”

 “I just haven’t been given a second to myself to breathe!” 

 She flinched, retracting her hands. “Your brother’s coming into town.” 

 I faltered as she handed me her phone, bypassing her screensaver of Harry and I at the gala to pull up the text. 

 She wasn’t joking. 

 “Did he say why…?” I managed to mumble, half-fanning my mouth, trying to salvage whatever taste buds had survived my voluntary attack. 

 “He has a conference in Irvine. But he’s also family. He doesn’t always need a reason to come and visit us.”  

 I almost snorted but covered it with a cough for her sake. “Doesn’t he though?” 

 “Y/N!” she scolded. 

 “Sorry, sorry, you’re right.” 

 A sort of sadness filled her voice. “I know we barely see him, but he’s still my son.” 

 The words hung in the air. The fact that she needed to state something like that startled me more than I thought it would. She had two children, but one of them was more a stranger. We saw him maybe once or twice a year for a conference, Christmas if we were lucky. While her son was a stranger, her daughter was turning more unrecognizable every day. I softened. It wasn’t her fault she pushed out a numbers-chasing robot of a human. 

 “So you’re coming to dinner,” she said. The slight sheen in her eyes disappeared as she bat her lashes, a determined gleam taking its place. 

 I guess sometimes you couldn’t choose your family. 

 ------

 You also couldn’t replace the comfort of mom with a chai almond milk latte, but a girl could try. 

 My phone buzzed and I tried to ignore the way I deflated when it was Renny. 

 Can you bring me a lowfat latte I’m dyyyyinnnggg 

 Somehow, using her ridiculous charms and guiles, Renny had gotten the professor to allow her to turn in her essay a week late after spewing some story about how she was so overwhelmed from the stress of school and tonsillitis. 

 My phone buzzed again and I couldn’t help but snort at the dark moon emoji Renny added. The tall basketball player in front of me turned around, and I ducked my head down, clearing my throat. Shady moon emoji = the funniest emoji EVER, as verified by Renny and yours truly. Also worked as our code for beyond the world of the living. Running off two hours of sleep? Shady moon emoji. Just ran into your ex? Shady moon emoji. Well, I didn’t have any exes. But Renny definitely got some use out of that scenario. 

 I picked up our lattes, heading out the door. Renny was probably sitting with her head on her laptop cursing the extended deadline which only meant extended procrastination. 

 “Excuse me, miss!”

 I stalled at the sound of authority. I could turn around, or keep walking. Unfortunately, I chose the former. 

 Rogue Cop from the frat house walked towards me, stalling a few feet away. “Do you have a moment.” 

 But it wasn’t a question. I nodded, and he pulled me aside to the grassy courtyard where kids rushed from one class to another. From the Starbucks patio, I felt eyes peering over laptops watching as he crossed his arms, his eyes unreadable behind black sunglasses. This was very… public. 

 “I was just on my way to your room, actually, so I’m glad I caught you. I have a few more questions.” 

 His name badge reflected in the sun, blinding me for a moment. Officer Ramirez. I’d shoved his card deep in my dresser drawer, but I hadn’t thrown it away. 

 “How do you know the Styles family?”

 I shrugged. “I have a class with Harry. We were studying for our midterm together the other day.”

 “Did you attend their family’s charity gala?” 

 Something told me he already knew the answer. I nodded. 

 “What happened that night?”

 “I don’t know the full details of it, but when everyone was inside the auction room, the- I guess… I saw their family portrait was stolen.” 

 “How did you come to see that?” 

 “Mrs. Styles screamed. Everyone saw it, I just rushed to the sound like everyone else.” 

 “Did you see the image that was on the wall.” 

 Obviously.

 “Yes?” I swallowed, hating how nerves warped it into a question as the conversation twisted.

 “Can you remember anything else about the time you saw the symbol at Kean’s? Where was it, when was it…? Anything you can remember could help us in a big way.” 

 My eyes flitted to passerbys, each one turning to look at us once. Some had their phones out, probably zooming in for Snapchat or to message concerned parents. I hid further behind Officer Ramirez’s frame. 

 “It was a tattoo. On the back of the wrist.” My voice wavered, unwanted adrenaline making my body tremble from the inside-out. “Sometime in September.” 

 “Would you be able to recognize this person if we showed you him?” 

 “No. It was dark, and they were wearing a hoodie. I couldn’t see their face.” 

 “How many were there?” 

 “Excuse me?” 

 “You said they. How many did you see with the tattoo?”

 “Only one. Outside the shop. But he was with a friend. He was shorter.” A shaky hand raised to tuck some hair behind my ear. He noticed. 

 “Did you speak to them?” 

 “They didn’t hurt me!” 

 My outburst caught him off-guard. He inhaled slowly, exhaled slowly. Even his breath was calculated. “I see.” He rubbed the stubble beneath his chin, looking at the two drinks in my hand. “If there was anything that happened, it’s okay to tell me. It would only help us.” 

 “I just saw one tattoo.” 

 But even I could tell my voice was weak. He nodded, unconvinced, but I knew that he knew he wasn’t going to be able to prove his suspicion right. 

 “Thank you for your time.” 

 I nodded, taking this as an opportunity to walk away. 

 “As you know,” he called out, waiting for me to stop before continuing. “The gang tagged the school grounds this morning. Their tags are moving towards the coast, outside of their normal range, so just be aware of your surroundings. Notice the people around you.” He spoke like a father, but beyond the sunglasses was still a cop, and I knew he was dissecting my poker face for any sign of a flinch.  

 “Always.” And even I was impressed with how confident how I sounded. 

 I turned around, closing my eyes, and pretended for a second I was sinking into the earth, the cool dirt covering my body and hiding me from the world instead of my alternative. That when I opened my eyes, the world would be too close, looking at me, gossiping about me, wondering about me. 

 The random girl who talks to Harry now turned into the random girl who talks to the cops. That had a spicy ring to it, but I wondered how much the two went hand in hand. 

 I tossed the cooled lattes in the nearest trash can, shooting Renny a text. 

  Sorry. Line was too long. 

 ------

I wasn’t sure what I was feeling. But I think I was used to that now. Later in the art studio, Zayn put down his brushes. He cleared his throat, and I stirred on the chair, ripped from my reverie.

 “Something wrong?” he asked. 

 I shook my head. 

 “It’s all over your face. So it’s all over the canvas.” 

 “Oh, I’m sorry,” I said, cringing at how the words flew out of my mouth so easily. I shouldn’t apologize so much. 

 He mulled something over in his mind until the annoyingly familiar look of pity appeared. I looked away from his soft eyes, out towards the window, trying to escape the sadness he reflected back to me.

 Harry was right. 

 I didn’t like the way he saw things. 

 --------

 “Well you never, ever, EVER have to do that again.” 

 I looked to Renny, one brow arched as she shoved a fry in my mouth. “One, because it was your last session. But TWO, and most important… because I will model for Zayn next time.” She made a silly face and raised her eyebrows. From the field, the band started to play at that exact moment and she burst out laughing. I smiled, glad she was enjoying herself.

 We stood by the locker rooms, waiting for the boys to get a spare moment to give us their extra jerseys. 

 “Would you ever think that we’d both be dating guys on the soccer team?” she mused. 

 I gave her a look. 

 “Or whatever it is you and Harry are doing. It’s crazy, right?” 

 If you told me two months ago that the guy who’d walked into class with a black eye would be the guy I was waiting on now, I’d laugh. If you then proceeded to tell me this man was Harry Styles, I’d stop laughing and say you should never be a comedian because your jokes were too far from reality. 

 “Crazy,” I agreed, eyes bulging out of my head for emphasis.

 “W’as so crazy girls?” Niall strolled out, arms spread open with the jersey tossed over his shoulder. Renny jumped on him, legs wrapping around his waist as if there was some kind of magnetic pull attached to their hips. Harry wasn’t too far behind and gave me a head nod. I felt my own pull. 

 I came up to him, suddenly feeling a little dumb for having asked for this in the first place. This was normal, though, right? Totally normal? He beckoned me a little further away around the corner from Niall and Renny who were already pressed up against the wall. Neither of us wanted to see the wordless pep talk she was giving him.  

 “Right. Arms up,” he ordered.

 I scoffed at his smug smile, but didn’t argue, putting up my arms. I looked him dead in the eye as he aligned the jersey with my hands. The places his skin brushed mine made my hair stand on end, aware of each goosebump that was now so delicately close to him. 

 “Aren’t you going to ask me to take off what I’m wearing first?” I mocked.

 He paused, looking at me as he tugged the jersey down a little more aggressively than necessary. 

 With the jersey on, he watched while I fixed my hair. “M’not into public showings.” 

 “I was kidding,” I mumbled. 

 “I don’t think you were.” 

 “I was!” 

 Scrutinous eyes appraised my flustered state, and he fought a smirk. His voice was velvet, suddenly Mr. Seduction. “You don’t have to deny yourself with me.” His fingers looped through my jeans’ belt loops, tugging me closer. Our hips touched, but when I thought he was going in for a kiss, he bit the tip of my nose instead. 

 “Who are you???” I flinched, but before I could say anything more he gently pushed me back so he could get a good look at me. The whiplash from being close to him had me reeling. I hesitated before doing a spin. 

 His lips pursed before breaking into a smile. “Waited a while to see this.”

 “Worth the wait?” My confidence faltered as he scanned over my body, up the curve in my legs and the rise of my chest, until he searched my face, finding some hidden meaning in my words again. 

 “I’d bet on it.”

 I couldn’t meet the intensity of his gaze, so I looked to his own jersey. “We’re matching.”

 “I’m a little offended.” 

 “Why?” 

 “I think you wear it better than me.” 

 He winced as I hit him on the shoulder. “Who turned you so cheesy.” 

 “Oi! Offense!” 

 From around the corner, Niall peaked his head around. “We got two minutes, mate.” 

 I hid my frown from Harry as he turned to Niall, the sharp edge of his jawline made more prominent from the fluorescent lights above us. Parts of him were shadowed, and when he yelled fuck off to Niall (big smile, just banter), I noticed even his neck was attractive. 

 I laughed, absolutely ridiculous, and he turned to me. 

 “W’as so funny?” 

 I didn’t say anything as his hands snuck around my waist to pull me in again. But I don’t think I needed to say anything. Slowly, I leant up to his perfectly tousled curls instead, resting my forehead against his, hoping to keep this feeling locked in forever. The softest sigh escaped him. 

 “Did you hear about what happened last night?” he asked, softly. 

 “Yeah.” I opened my eyes, but his were still closed.

 He hummed, tugging gently on my jersey. “You don’t have to wear this if you don’t want to.”

 “Heyyy, you said you wanted to make me happy.” I nudged my nose against his, and he smiled. There it was. That’s what I wanted.

 “I want you to be safe.” His brows stitched and the smile fell again. Just like that. 

 I pulled back, but his hands stayed firm, keeping me tight against him. The gang had been on campus. Kean’s wasn’t too far away, but a marking here was a clear breach of territory. If I was worried, that was one thing. But if Harry was worried, I was terrified. 

 “Stop that.” He saw my spiralling thoughts and snapped me back to the present, gently lifting my chin. “Nothing’s going to happen.” 

 “I just don’t know what they want. You can’t promise me that it’s going to be okay.”  

 “Fair... but I’m a strong boy, Y/N.”

 “Yeah well I don’t necessarily have as many muscles as you.” 

 There were dark circles under his eyes and a sleepy smile on his lips. Somehow, he was going to be strong enough to go out on the field and give it his all. It took all the energy in the world for me to get out of bed this morning, let alone run a field fifty times over. “I’m going to make sure you don’t have to use any of them,” he promised, looking over his shoulder. He backed me up against the wall, back blocking us to any invasive eyes. 

 “How do you do it?” I asked. 

 “Do what?”

 “How can you be so confident… and just ready, all the time?” 

 The roar of the crowd picked up as the announcer spoke. He’d have to leave soon. He’d go out there with the strength and infallibility he proved each game. He’d use all of the world’s bullshit as fuel to win. 

 But right now, he was outside the public eye. 

 Right now, his stubble tickled my jaw as he ran his mouth to my ear. 

 “Cos I’m a damn good liar.” He dipped his mouth lower, placing a kiss on that sensitive spot that made my breath hitch. His lips were light, but a hard knick of his teeth tugged on the smooth skin. The softest breath escaped me, but he heard it. I knew he did. He’d started gentle, but as soon as the breath was out he pulled harder on my skin, nibbling, sucking, the stubble scratching deliciously against my neck, desperate to hear the sound again. And again. My back arched from the pressure, pressing my body closer as he turned me to a panting mess. He was enjoying this as much as I was, I could feel him grow against my thigh, and I wanted nothing more than to drag him into the locker room and see every inch of him.  

 He pulled away too soon, hair disheveled, and a satisfied smirk on his face. 

 “I thought you weren’t into public displays?” I asked, breathlessly.

 “That wasn't a display.” His fingers traced my bottom lip, mesmerizing himself with how his thumb slid down, my lip running with it until it slid back up. “That was a warning.” He smirked, turning on his cleats, looking back just as my hand covered the tingling patch on my neck. 

 “If they fuck with you, they fuck with me.” He shrugged, walking backwards, naughty schoolboy grin lasting but a moment before he disappeared around the corner. 

 I scoffed, wanting to pound my fists against the wall for having been left by him again!! Being sucked and dumped… again!!!

 At least Renny was high on cloud 10000. All she could talk about was how good Niall was at kissing, and in the sheets, and UGH she just wanted to rip off his jersey and DO HIM RIGHT NOW. She shook me vigorously to get her point across. At least that was one frustration we could agree on. 

 Once in the soccer stadium, we struggled to find a free space in the stands. The Panthers had basically secured their rankings, and now the stands were full twice a week to see how long this winning streak could go. We looked like deer in the headlights scanning the sea of faces until we saw a platinum bob bouncing up and down. “Y/N!!” Gemma shouted, but we could only read her lips.  

 We pushed our way through the crowd, almost impossible to get down the aisle as everyone stood up in a cheer. I tossed a look back - the team had rushed onto the field. Harry was in the front, repeatedly lifting up his hands to the crowd. Scream louder. And they did. 

 Renny nudged me further up the stands, and I followed her gaze to the DGS - Viv, Karli, Shelby and others faces of their clan. I couldn’t see Lynn. I squinted harder. She was probably there somewhereeeee- WELP. Viv caught me staring. I ducked lower behind the stranger I was trying to pass. She shouldn’t be able to see me, but I could still feel her eyes burning a hole in the back of my jersey with Harry’s giant #13 impossible to miss. 

 Frickity. Frickity. Frack.

 “Should we sit with them?” Renny asked, barely dodging the slosh of beer from someone raising their arm a little too vigorously. 

 “HA! I’m good. You can though.” 

 I finally smooshed my way past everyone, practically falling in Gemma’s lap with Renny not too far behind. 

 Gemma looked at the hickey briefly, but was polite enough to not mention anything. I didn’t have a mirror with me, but if how it was stinging was any judge of size, it was way bigger than a quarter. When the halftime show was on and the band was playing, Renny left for the DGs. She squeezed my hand. “I’m only going to say hi. I’ll come back.” I smiled, nodded, but I knew she wouldn’t. 

 The thing was, I didn’t mind Gemma’s company. At all actually. If we hadn’t seen her, I would’ve been forced to mingle, and I didn’t want to think about forcing conversation right now. I didn’t want to think about much of anything. Compared to Harry’s dark enigma, Gemma was a breath of cool light. A little reserved, sure, but not shy. And she wouldn’t press me into talking when I didn’t want to. 

 “Where’s Charlie?” I asked.

 “Left. He had work in England. Life across the pond,” she mused. “His was a roundtrip, mine was a one-way, but I’ll be back by Christmas hopefully.” 

 Disappointment washed over me. I hadn’t realized I’d gotten attached to the friendly man. How funny the one person who reminded me of my brother leaves the same week my ghost of a brother returns. Could I trade them?

 “He didn’t want me to come,” Gemma sighed suddenly. Her hair was drawn back in a fishtail braid, and she picked at the ends. 

 “Charlie?” 

 “No. Harry.”

 She sat straighter, tossing the braid over her shoulder. “But I think a part of him would’ve been sad if I didn’t. He does that sometimes. Says things he doesn’t mean.” Her eyes were glued to the field.

 “Why wouldn’t he want you to come?” My tone was sympathetic. At our sleepover, Harry had said they’d fought, but he hadn’t wanted to discuss it. There wasn’t any way I was going to drag the truth out of him, but maybe Gemma...

 She rolled her eyes, irritated. ““Well…” she sighed, clearly not quite sure where to start. Or if she should start at all.

 “I won’t tell Harry,” I said, “If that’s what you’re worried about.”

 “Oh, pfft.” She waved her hand, dismissing my comment. “I know it’d come out sooner or later.” 

 It wasn’t a diss towards me though. I thought of Harry’s invasive eyes and my fiery tongue… and she was right. It probably would have come out. At least the thought had been there. 

 “I’m just a little worried about him,” she confessed. “I mentioned it’d be nice to have our mother come down and stay a while. There’s plenty of room in that house of theirs, but he’s-”

 The roar of the crowd drowned out her words. Harry had scored. I clapped instantly, but it was brief, distracted by Gemma’s words. 

 “Are his parents cool with...your mom?” It was weird phrasing, and knowing absolutely zero history about their relationship didn’t exactly help. Gemma seemed forgiving, unphased at least. 

 “Lionel’s...open to it. And Mary-” Gemma looked away, not sure how to describe her. “She’s been gone recently.” She did a sweeping motion above her head. She clearly didn’t mean physical absence. “They’ve been generous to let me and Charlie stay, so I can’t imagine they’d rob Harry of that right to decide for himself.” 

 “Why doesn’t he want to see her?” I ask, avoiding the Mary topic for now. The flash in her eyes says I’ve asked a little too much. I should feel embarrassed, but she shrugs, hiding it well. 

 “He hasn’t seen her since he was a child… it’s been a long time.” I remembered Viv telling me Harry was adopted when he was seven the same time Gemma moves a strand of hair from my face like a mother would. She glanced at the exposed hickey. “How’s he been though? S’he seem fine? You probably see him more than me.”

 I wasn’t sure if it was a deflection away from revealing anything more about her brother, or blatant curiosity. Perhaps it was a bit of both. I shied away from her touch, not sure how much she knew about Harry and I. Did he tell her anything about me I wonder? Or was I still the “friend” from English class? No matter what kind of tacit understanding we’d shared ever since the cops arrived at the frat house, I didn’t know how far that understanding went in public. 

 “I see him sometimes,” I admitted. “Between school and the sorority, and Harry having soccer practice all day every day, we study sometimes… I guess-” I shrugged “-I guess I see him enough.” But it wasn’t enough. Not really. Because every minute without him, he lingered stubbornly in the recesses of my mind, and the smallest unrelated thing could remind me of him. Sometimes that reminder was enough. Other times, the giant black t-shirt-wearing sass god that he was in my mind refused to be tucked away and sat on top of everything else - which made it exceedingly hard to concentrate on homework, work, sleep, and anyone that didn’t have curly brown hair and shadowed green eyes. I was already three episodes into the Housewives, and had only seen about two short clips of him.  

 It didn’t help that I now had photographical evidence he existed.

 After seeing my mom’s lockscreen, I studied my favorited photo a little longer. We stood side by side, opulent and regal in my red-wine ball gown and Harry in his black-and-white elegance. I frowned at how I seemed to lean into him a little more than he did into me, but his hand still claimed my waist, fingers dipping lower onto my hip. Our masks hid different truths (or were some the same?). Each time I’d look at it again, I pretended not to have seen the image a dozen times before, opening and closing my eyes as though it’d help me look at it differently… each time, I thought the same. 

 We looked like we belonged together, the woman in the dress and the man in the tux. We fit.

 If you took away the costumes, would it still be true? 

 “He is a little on-edge,” I continued cautiously. Harry ran across the field, a little slower than usual, and I remembered his reddened eyes. “I think he’s having trouble sleeping.”

 She nodded as if this wasn’t a surprise to her. “He didn’t used to.” But it sounded like a question. “Sometimes I think it’d be better if I hadn’t come,” she said it under her breath, but I’d heard it just before the stands collectively groaned. The other team had stolen the ball from Harry and scored. 

 “Don’t say that, I know he’s happy you’re here.” Though I didn’t, not really. I gave her a gentle squeeze, not sure how else to comfort a friendly acquaintance. 

 She wiped her hands down her face and when they fell in her lap, she’d shaken whatever it was that was bothering her. “You’re right. Maybe.” Then, a quizzical look took over. “Has Harry told you anything?” 

 I shook my head. “He just said you got in a fight. Didn’t tell me about what though.” 

 She took out popcorn she’d hid in her purse, sly smile saying something she wouldn’t.  “He must really like you.” She still had that knowing smile when she erupted in a cheer, standing to clap with the rest of the stadium. 

 We’d won. Everyone’s phones lifted high in the air, recording the mania they’d all been expecting. Flashes, little bulbs of light, captured pictures of happy college students and their victorious team. The videos would be one of many posted to Instagram stories, along with those from the after parties.

 A crawling feeling drew up my spine. I looked around, expecting to be the subject of somebody’s photograph. Ridiculous, because I didn’t find anybody zooming into my face. No one was watching me, I reminded myself. But still, the feeling lingered.

 In the crowd, Matt stood taller than the rest. He flashed his all-American smile, jumping up and down with his other basketball friends. When he saw me staring, he waved big, but his smile faltered. He pointed to my neck before shaking his head, busting up with a laugh I realized I couldn’t hear. A laugh I didn’t know how much I’d been wanting to hear until now. Until I couldn’t. But even though I couldn’t hear him, his look said it all. His teasing voice sprang in my head - had a good night, huh? - and then my own chest bubbled with laughter. But his eyes dropped lower to my jersey and his smile fell. He looked away without meeting my gaze again, and I couldn’t help but feel the tiniest bit of rejection. 

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 The dangling string lights above Karli’s bed swayed into each other until they became one blurry glow. Or maybe it was me… okay yes, it was me. I was the one swaying. From the carpet, I gripped her lavender bedspread to steady myself. 

 “I’m not surprised we won honestly,” she said, Cartier bracelets tinkering down her arm as if her cheering from the stands was the sole thing that made the Panthers win. In my impaired state, I fought a snicker. If the gang had seen her walking last night, one mugging would’ve given them all the money they needed.

 Horrible thought. 

 Awful thought. 

 Tremendously awful horrible passing thought I wouldn’t wish on anyone-

 But alas, it was still a thought. 

 “That makes two of us,” Viv chimed. 

 It was sometime past midnight, and Renny and I had already taken full advantage of the mini shots we’d packed in our purses. We broke them out as soon as the official meeting had ended.

 Tonight had been “get to know what we’re really all about night.” So we’d learned more their charity Service for Sight. Apparently, sometime quite soon we’d be paired with a vision impaired student on campus as a sort of “introduction” for the bigger service work to be done later at the Blind Children’s Center in Los Angeles. For the first time since joining, I’d felt an excited flutter in my chest. The only reason I was studying Biology was to eventually become a doctor, to contribute to the world in some positive way. And now the opportunity was falling in my lap to do something that felt...good. Maybe I did need to thank Renny and - oh, God - my mother for pushing me into this.  

 Most of the girls dispersed to post-game parties after that - including Harry’s frat’s. I tried not to think about Harry getting drunk and beautiful girls dressed in zilch getting to see his drunk flushed cheeks and taking advantage of his flirtatious nature… pressing him up against a wall, him dipping his head low to brush his lips against their ear…

 I stop my imaginative self-pity and laughed at myself. Harry? Taken advantage of by pretty girls? 

 For what it’s worth, I also tried not to think about how my phone had remained completely silent since the game. I’d sent him a “CONGRATULATIONS!! So proud. I have to go the DGS tonight but wish I could celebrate with you” just in case he’d been planning on seeing me. It was the nice thing to do after all. I was getting antsy for him to see the message and when we piled out of the stadium, I caught him just before he entered the field tunnel. 

 “Harry!!” I’d shouted. He faltered, before he matched the voice with the face. I pantomimed texting and waved my phone like a madwoman. “CHECK IT!!” 

 But Gemma was right behind me, and his face fell, turning on his heel just as he’d left me last. Except this time the bruise he’d given me wasn’t visible. And there were helluva lot less butterflies. 

 Shelby turned the first floor of the DG house to an after party of her own, but as soon as friends of friends started showing up, Karli began leading a small group of VIPS upstairs as I planned my escape. Renny hadn’t noticed, already giggling halfway up the banister with Kiki while Lynn followed, arm slung around Donna.

 My hand had just opened the front door when Viv called out to me. 

 “Stay,” she’d said, long blonde hair tossed over a delicate shoulder. It was hard to find something malicious in her tone, especially through my buzz - but I knew another intention was hiding, somewhere, even if I couldn’t see the end game. “Come onnn,” she drawled, her voice the sweet nectar of a venus fly trap. I could hear my mom’s voice now, telling me that I was being too harsh, judging too soon… 

 But even if I couldn’t prove it, energy couldn’t lie. Was I smarter than a fly? 

 I followed her anyhow.

 Sat between Donna and Renny, I was starting to think that the last Jack Daniel’s shot was a mistake when Karli slammed her hands against the carpet. It was a dull thud, but it could’ve shook the whole room the way we all went rod-still. 

 “You guys might actually turn out to be cool,” she confided. She burst up in a fit of giggles, but quieted herself, barely. “No, really, you’ve done a great job so far.”

 “Aww.” Renny placed a hand to her chest and I wanted to smack it down. I quickly glanced at Lynn, but instead of getting a can you believe this? stare, she seemed unbothered.   

 “It’s easier than how we had it,” Viv said.

 “Really?” I always thought they’d just strolled in, flashed a nice smile, bonded over how they had the same hairdresser and BAM. They were in. 

 Apparently not.   

 Viv looked past me to the door, and in the hushed way she spoke, made me think this wasn’t exactly what they wanted everyone to hear. Or anyone, besides the six of us. Karli and Viv looked at each other in sly excitement. With a swish of her autumn bob, Karli leant forward, hands splayed on the carpet. 

 “We have an assignment for each of you,” 

 “Uh, pass, I don’t need another one,” Lynn chortled. 

 Karli held out her finger, scanning us in the the most dramatic pause. “This isn’t an ordinary assignment. The first phase involves you getting a DG Pretty Please.”

 Donna tried to stifle her laugh. Renny hid a smirk, but she sat silent, completely transfixed. 

 “The DG Pretty Please is a task, anonymously assigned to you by one of our members. Think Secret Santa, but different,” she continued.

 “And some of these tasks will take longer than you think, so Kiki and I are giving you plenty of time to prepare,” Viv smiled, as though it was the most charitable thing she could have done.  

 “Is everyone getting a task like this?” Renny asked. 

 Karli scratched her eyebrow, slightly annoyed. “It doesn’t really work like that. It’s something you do if you’re asked.”

 But I heard the edge to her tone. This was something you did if you were told. With the way they’d watched the door for any unsuspecting party goer, it sunk in that this wasn’t technically official. It was the part everyone knew that came with sororities and fraternities, but the part no one put on paper. If getting a secret mission was as bad as DG hazing could get, I’d consider myself lucky.

 “Does Shelby know about this?” I asked, boldly. Renny shot me a glare, wordlessly asking if I was really that dumb to ask that question, to have just now decided to expose the unspoken agreement carried out wordlessly and infamously since the organization’s conception. 

 Karli snorted. “Shelby was the one who invented this.”

 “In December, we’ll have a final pledge meeting. Prove completion of your DG Pretty Please and if you do, then that same night your big will be revealed to you.” It was the only time Viv’s smile didn’t feel too forced. She enjoyed this madness.  

 Renny didn’t hesitate- “I’m in!” 

 “But!” Viv interjected. “If you aren’t successful, you forfeit a spot in the sorority. I know you all get super busy with clubs, and parties-”

 “And homework,” I mentioned. 

 “Oh, right. School,” Karli said, partially joking. “I know everyone likes you guys right now, but this is a serious assignment that affects your ability to be a part of this sisterhood. And you can’t tell anyone what your task is. It’s completely anonymous. If anyone else finds out, we’ll know you talked. Your challenge is void. You fail. We question your loyalty, bla, bla, bla, details. Any questions?” 

 “Can I get my money back?” I laughed, and the girls snickered - but I wasn’t really joking. 

 “Ha! No.” Viv was as much of a comic as I was. “You’ll get your tasks in a couple days.” 

 A chime went off, and we all looked at our phones. It was Lynn’s. 

 “We made the paper again!!” She did a little party dance in her lap and Donna peered at the screen. “Just got the notification,” Lynn explained. 

 The only college student left alive that got updates of the local paper, Lynn’s parents were published newspaper columnists. After graduating Yale and having a stint of employment in the Middle East, the couple traveled to New York and continued writing for the Times before they moved west coast and settled for the San Francisco Chronicle. ‘Major literary nerds’ was Donna’s affectionate term. 

 “Is it about the game? Did they include any pictures of cheer?” Viv was suddenly interested. She looked at the article, lips pinching in disappointment. There were snapshots of the different players from tonight, and I struggled to focus on the screen that was lain on the floor for all to see. But there he was, mouth open as if bellowing to his teammates, legs parted in a run. My blood ran hot. Was it stuffy in this room? Was it just this photo of Harry? Or was it just good ‘ol Jack Daniel? 

 I drew my hair up in a haphazard ponytail, smiling as Lynn scrolled to a picture of Louis scoring and pulling some ridiculous face in concentration. “There’s my boy!!” I hollered, pointing at the screen. “He’s just so dang good.” 

 Kiki’s brow rose. “Wrong jersey, love.”

 Lynn suddenly snapped, snatching her phone back to recapture our attention. “Dude, I saw Louis go in the locker room with Candice yesterday after Journalism. But I don’t think…” 

 Karli’s auburn bob swished as she shook her head. “Oh, hell no. My mom sees Candice at church every Sunday, she probably just took his dirty laundry to take home.” 

 “Doesn’t that mean he’d have to strip down first,” Lynn smiled.

 “Again, doubt it,” Kiki dismissed. 

 Viv heaved a sigh of relief. “Well thank God, I would’ve been out.” 

 “Out of what?” I asked. This time Renny didn’t stab me with her eyes for asking a question. This time, she was just as curious. 

 “You didn’t hear about the money pool?” Lynn asked. 

 “Uhhh… no.” 

 “I’m with you...” Donna said, eyes narrowing. 

 Lynn held up her hands. “What?! Babe, don’t look at me like that.”

 “It’s a game everyone in the house is in on,” Kiki said. “Whoever’s the first to fuck in the locker room wins the money. Do you want in?” 

 My body temperature rose another 500 degrees just remembering being outside the locker room, whereby I continued to be consensually ruined for any future makeout that didn’t involve Harry.

 Viv looked completely cool, composed. “Y/N must’ve missed one of those meetings.” 

 “I don’t know, I think Y/N might win if she plays. Did he give you that massive thing?” Donna’s voice was low, but not low enough. 

 Everyone’s eyes went to my neck. I swallowed, hard. Viv’s eyes glazed over and I didn’t miss the click of her jaw. 

 Can the gods come down right now and blast me away??! Why did I put my hair up!! Why!! I’d been so careful hiding it this entire night!!

 If I wasn’t drunk I’d be trembling. I didn’t trust Viv, but that didn’t mean I wanted her to hate me. Seeing her eyes glaze over I almost felt guilty. Almost. Until I remembered all the snide comments, the way she belittled me in front of Harry, the way she took pride in being one step ahead...

 Not this time. 

 I channeled my inner I don’t give a damn like the perfect mask it was, and flipped my hair over both shoulders, giving them my best ridiculous smize face that made Renny snort aloud.

 “Eh, I’ll think about it. But I’ll let you win for now.” 

 Kiki watched the scene unfold before her with a delirious smile, respect riddling her voice. “I think you’ve just given us inspiration for your challenge.” 

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Awakening  Ch. 4

Rated M for Mature

If ya recognize it, it ain't mine.

Chapter 4

Dons POV

It was quite late when I heard the scuffle, having heard it long before I exited the lab. I had the extreme pleasure of hearing everything in stereo so I knew that it was Raph and Doc getting into a shouting match over something, but exactly what, Doc was shielding me from. It drives me crazy when she does that.

I followed the sounds to the dojo and found my twin flame squaring off against my older brother while Mikey held the baby and was trying to calm her down.

“For fuck’s sake, Red, she’s just a little girl. She just learned to walk not too long ago!”

“But she’s strong and smart, Doc! She’s old enough to start with the basics!”

“She’s two! When I deem her old enough she will learn, but not before she is ready.”

Mikey noticed the glow around her right fist before I did. He shoved the baby at me; I then handed her off to Leo, who took the baby out of the dojo and went to go play with her and the boys. Meanwhile, Mikey tried to get in between Raph and Doc. Raph just threw him out of the way, which was about as smart at throwing C4 into a roaring inferno.

If I know one thing, inside out, upside down, and backwards; it’s her, it’s Wolf. After he threw Mikey, Raph had no more than turned to Doc, his nictitating membranes over his eyes when she tossed a small wad of energy at the dead center of his chest.

Then, she walked away, yelling, “Bedtime!”

His knees hit the floor a split second before his extra eyelids rolled back. His hand went to his chest where it hit him. Then he grunted as he hauled himself off of the floor.

I stepped forward to help him up, but he shook me off.

“I’m fine,” he growled as he started to walk away from me and toward his room.    

I grabbed his arm. “I learned a long time ago NEVER get on her bad side; that it’s better to stay in Wolf’s good graces; it’s not so painful. By the way, that is gonna sting for a good long while, but once it stops stinging, you’ll be fine. You are lucky it was her and not me. For Christ sake, Raph, Rae is only 2. Ask next time,” I ended as I pushed him away.

With that I stalked away to help put the kids down for the night.

Raph POV

I managed to make it to my room and close my door before I teared up. Wowzers that hurt. Don was right; it stung. It was like getting hit by Bruce Lee’s ‘One Inch Punch’ a dozen times. I looked down to see a small circular bruise starting to color up. Ow.

Then I slowed down enough to think about it. She had hit me with an orb of energy from three to six inches away.  I could only imagine what it would do if it had more power behind it and was from rage rather than just P.O.’d. I did a full body shudder. Then, the stinging in my chest started to ease. Wow. Note to self; no more pissin’ her off. For a girl, she can hit really hard. Ouch.

Dons POV

           After the kids were asleep, I turned my attention to my Wolf. She had soaked up too much energy to fit in that one small orb and she needed to get the rest of it out. I had an idea or three on how to help her. I grabbed her hand and my skin instantly started tingling. A delicious feeling to be sure but it also imparted a sense of urgency. I threw her over my shoulder and headed for the lab. Part of me wanted to get some readings on the amount of power she could handle, but another part of me, the older part, pushed me to diffuse it quickly. I instinctively knew that if I didn’t, she would be a ticking time bomb.

           After I locked the door, I found myself against the wall, her lips on mine and her tugging on my suspenders. My hands settled on her hips. Suddenly, my suspenders were off and she was gently chewing my bottom lip. I gave in, moaning as her tongue gently danced along mine. I moved my hands to cup her head and pull her closer to me.

           I hissed and shivered as she raked her nails along my sides. I returned the favor by sliding my right hand under her shirt and gently raking my own down her back. My reward was her moaning against my lips.

           Suddenly, she pushed away and  started to stalk back toward the back corner of my lab, where I had made a nest of pillows and blankets the night before. As she started off, that t-shirt was whipped off over her head, giving me a perfect view of her back and the three scratches I had just left on her. Before the night was through, she would be mine. I followed, shucking off my pants and gear so I only wore my glasses and my boxers. I could smell her arousal halfway across my lab. The heady honeyed aroma made my mouth water, my head spin and my heart race.

           As I turned the corner into my little nest, there was my goddess, in nothing but white cotton bikini’s with purple lacy elastic and a smile. I could see the shadow of the little jade dragon with the royal purple wings on the left cheek of her perfect ass. I wondered if I bit it, would it bite me back? The leaves and vines of her rank were also visible. I am damned proud of my very sexy little General.

           Her back was to me as she glanced over her shoulder. I dropped to my knees right behind her and started to run my tongue along the bright pink trails I had left on her back. She moaned for me.

“Uh-huh,” I moaned as I started licking the welts, and occasionally nipping at them while growling and snarling.  As I toyed with her back, my hands were busy kneading her breasts and flicking or pinching her nipples. She kept moaning for me, it was setting me on fire. I was close to losing control.

           “Don’t tease, Hawk; not right now,” she whispered as she arched into me.

           That did it. I grabbed her undies and gave them a slight twist, “Get ‘em off,” I snarled against her back.

           She shivered and slid them down over her hips to let them fall to the floor. I got a good look at the tattoo on her ass. Then, I gently bit it. I was slightly disappointed when it didn’t bite me back; damned defective Ghost tat. When her undies hit the floor, I caught the full brunt of her sweet smell. I knew she wouldn’t need much more to take all 12 and a half inches of my rod in one go.

           The feel of her skin against mine was making her already very wet folds drip and run down her thighs. She shifted her hips and pulled me down where she wanted me with one hand and jerked my boxers down with the other.

           I chuckled, “Yes, Boss,” and proceeded to remove my boxers and line myself up.

           In seconds, my throbbing cock was buried in her hot, tight, and very wet pussy. It felt like coming home as her pussy swallowed every inch of me. I couldn’t stop my hands; I wanted to touch every inch of her sweet, soft skin. After the initial slow and deep thrusts, I lost all control, I started thrusting hard and deep, hitting a spot just past her cervix and making her tremble around me. When I got my bearings again, she was trying so hard not to cum until I was ready.

           “Cum for me, my Wolf,” I snarled against her skin as I sped up, hitting her end with wild abandon. Her pitchy moans grew louder and louder.  I would never admit it to anyone else but there was more than just sex involved. I knew, somehow, what button to push when, and she just knew mine, too.    

           She came so quietly that had I not felt her muscles clench and the rush, I wouldn’t have been certain she had. It was somewhere between a soft moan and a purr. Either way my old name was on her lips. It didn’t take much more for me to blow my load, she just felt too good. We were both covered in a fine sheen of sweat.

I rolled us to our side and held her close to me. I will readily admit that not one woman I have slept with in the past holds a candle to this woman. Not one has held my attention for nearly as long as this one has.

We laid there for the longest time, just talking, our voices near cooing. Mostly we spoke of how it felt to finally be home. Our hands caressed each other in the manner most loving. It was perfect. Eventually, we fell asleep in each other’s arms. That night, I dreamt of waking up to her.

I admit, I was afraid to fall asleep and waking up to find it had been yet another bittersweet dream. I held on to awake as long as I could, just watching her breathe; watching the subtle rise and fall of her side, feeling her breath on my arm, as her head rested in the crook of my arm.

In fact, that is what woke me up the next morning, her gentle breath on my neck from where she had cuddled closer to me in the night, her arm resting on my shell, her leg thrown over my hip. I caressed her back, unable to stop myself.

I heard her wake, but her eyes stayed closed.

“I don’t wanna wakeup,” she grumbled.

“Why,” I cooed in return, just kissing the top of her head.

“Because this is a dream and I don’t wanna cry,” she replied, her voice growing thick.

It was all I could do to reassure her that I was indeed there. “Wolf, I promise you, here and now, I am no dream,” I whispered. Then, my lips claimed hers. I didn’t care that she tasted like sleep, mostly because I did, too.

About that time, we heard Mikey banging on the lab door and screaming for Doc.    

A/N--Exact same thing on ffn.

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