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I - Worms are gross, and mornings are stupid II- Broken Hearts & Restarts III - Support Your Local Coffee Dealer IV - Brian, Jimi, Janis, Kurt, and. . .Colson? V - Since You Left, I’ve Been Holding on to a Memory

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I - If not now, then when II - Sit tight, hang on, & enjoy the ride III - #26. Learn to Skateboard

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COLSON BAKER x READER - BUCKET LIST III

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#26. Learn to Skateboard

You could hear 'You're Gonna Go Far Kid' by The Offsprings playing over the sound system as you entered the indoor skate park. You had no idea where you were or what to expect.

It was day one of 'operation learn to skate.' Saying you were nervous was an understatement. You were naturally clumsy, and your balance was subpar, which is why you avoided participating in most sports, especially ones that required you to be on wheels.

Colson's voice echoed from across the room where he stood talking to a shorter tattooed man. You couldn't quite make out who it was until you got closer.

"Hey y/n" Colson greeted you. "This is..." he began to introduce you to the man with dark brown hair, green eyes, and a perfect smile...

"Ryan Sheckler." You finished Colson's sentence, reaching out to shake his hand. He was your middle school crush. Of course, you recognized him.

"Nice to finally meet you." He smiled at you, briefly taking your hand in his.

"Hold up, what the fuck are you wearing?" Colson asked as he noticed your perfectly polished black dress and matching heels.

"I had a meeting this morning," you explained. "I have to change." You said, gesturing toward the bag on your shoulder.

"I was gonna say, as sexy as it'd be to see you hop on a board in that, it's probably not the best idea to learn in pumps." Colson chuckled. You could feel yourself blush at his compliment. You subconsciously prayed that neither of them had noticed.

"Come on," Ryan said, waving you toward him. "You can change back here."

You and Colson followed him into a locker room in the back of the building. The walls were lined with red lockers, and there were two wooden benches down the center of the room. You could see an opening to the right that looked like it led to showers and bathroom stalls.

"We have some shit in the other room for you. Once you're changed, just come find us." Colson said, his voice echoing off of the tile floor. You nodded, and they both disappeared through a set of double doors to the left.

You quickly shed your business attire, throwing on a sports bra and a baggy cropped long sleeve shirt with a pair of high-waisted shiny black leggings that almost resembled leather. Then, slipping your feet into some white sneakers, you made your way into the adjoining room where the boys were.

"That's better," Colson said, looking you up and down. "First things first, here's your board," he said, handing you a Superior Skateboard Deck.

The top of the board looked like dark wood grain, and it had a layer of clear grip tape. The bottom of the deck was plastered with a graphic of the classic Superior logo accompanied with overlays of flowers in faded white, red, purple, and blue hues. It was pretty and exactly what you would have picked out yourself.

"Also...helmet and shoes," Ryan said, handing you a helmet in your favorite color and a pair of off-white Etnies.

"You guys didn't have to do all of this." You smiled, appreciating the kind gesture. You hadn't realized how much Colson actually paid attention to you until that moment. Of course, you knew him like the back of your hand, you were his assistant, but it was starting to seem like he knew you just as well.

"You can't learn to skate without the right equipment." Colson shrugged.

Before you knew it, you were on your skateboard. . . not riding it, just standing on it. The boys wanted you to get comfortable with the board under your feet before learning anything else. So they positioned you on a small carpet, instructing you to get off the board and get back on repeatedly. They insisted it would help you learn the necessary movement and stance required to successfully ride your skateboard.

Once you felt comfortable with the wheels under your feet, it was time to start walking with the board. The wall in front of you was lined with tall ramps, and the area behind you was flat and safe. Although, if you went far enough, there was a downward slope, a set of stairs, and two railings. You made a mental note to stay far away from all of those areas.

"Keep one foot on the board and use the other to gently push yourself. Like you're taking small steps." Colson instructed. Showing you how to move. You copied him exactly. Your right foot was on the board, and your left foot was taking steps on the pavement.

"When you get to the ramp, turn around and come back but swap feet and put your left foot on the board, pushing with your right foot," Ryan said, watching you move. Once at the base of the ramp, you did exactly as you were told. Using opposite feet felt weird, and Ryan could tell it wasn't comfortable for you. "It feels better with your right foot on the board, doesn't it?"

"Yeah."

"There are two stances for skateboarding, regular and goofy." Ryan began explaining why he had you switch feet. "Goofy-footers skate with their right foot at the front of the board and push with their left foot, and regular riders skate with their left foot as their front foot and push with their right foot."

"Wait, does that make me goofy?" You inquired, concerned that it meant you wouldn't be able to skate correctly.

"You're goofy, alright." Colson teased, causing you to roll your eyes at him.

"Being goofy-footed isn't a bad thing." Ryan chuckled. "There are plenty of professional boarders that skate with their right foot forward."

"Do you guys skate with your right foot forward?" You asked, earning a simultaneous 'no' from them. "Ugh, I'm a weirdo," you sighed.

"You're not a weirdo. Tony Hawk is goofy-footed, and he's one of the best skateboarders of all time," Ryan reassured you.

"Now that we know your right foot belongs in the front, try pushing a little harder with your left foot and placing it on the back of the board," Colson directed you.

You nodded before giving yourself a push and successfully placing your foot on the board. You were wobbly, but you slowly rolled toward Colson as the boys cheered you on. The board rolled to a stop naturally. As you went to step off, you lost your balance, mentally preparing yourself to hit the floor, but the next thing you knew, you were in Colson's arms.

"Thanks" You chuckled in embarrassment.

"Your balance will get better with time. Just make sure you keep your knees bent. It'll help" Colson smiled at you as he spewed necessary pointers.

"You're going to want to practice basic riding for a while," Ryan suggested. "Just ride back and forth and really get comfortable on the board." He started skating past you, hitting a ramp along the wall as you continued to practice. Colson just stood there watching you with his board in his hands. You immediately felt terrible that he wasn't skating and enjoying himself like Ryan was.

"You can go skate. You don't have to babysit me." You said, pushing yourself on your board. You had your arms out on each side, helping you balance and a look of intense concentration on your face.

"I don't know. I'm kind of enjoying watching you." He joked. "You're cute when you're concentrating."

Your eyes narrowed as you looked over at Colson, giving him a keep-your-mouth-shut glare. He chuckled at your silent response.

"If it makes you feel better, I'll skate with you." He said, reaching out to hold your hands. You placed your hands in his without question as he rode alongside you. "When you put your back foot on, try turning your front foot, so it's not facing forward. You want to be facing sideways completely."

You followed his instructions. You weren't sure if it was the new stance or his hands, but your balance improved significantly.

"Let's roll down the slope," Colson suggested as you both made your way toward the stairs.

"No, no, no, I'm not ready for that." You panicked.

"I won't let you go, I promise." He reassured you. Before you had a chance to protest, your boards were rolling over the edge. Within seconds you lost your footing, and your board flew from under your feet. You were about to wipe out and crash full force into the wooden floor, but somehow, in his efforts to keep his promise, Colson managed to flip you around, causing you to land on top of him instead.

You both ended up sprawled out on the ground, your limbs tangled together. All you could think about was the way his body felt against yours. Your breasts were pillowed up against his chest, and you could feel his hands tight around your waist. Lifting your head to look at him, you stared into his eyes for a long moment. Too long to be just friends. Colson's stomach growling broke whatever weird trance was going on between you. You immediately shook the inappropriate thoughts from your mind wiggling off him.

"Thanks for catching me." You smiled. Reaching a hand out to help the tall man up.

"I said I wouldn't let go" He grinned as you both brushed off the fall, walking over to the water cooler near the locker room.

Colson poured water into a small paper cup, handing it to you before getting himself one.

"Oh shit, you're bleeding." He said, pointing to your elbow as you brought the cup to your lips. You quickly rolled up your sleeve, revealing a scrape the size of a quarter.

"What the fuuuuck." you groaned.

"I broke your fall, and you still managed to scrape yourself up." Colson chuckled, finding amusement in your misfortune. "Let's get you bandaged up," he said before leading you into the locker room. You sat down on the bench in the center of the room as Colson grabbed a first aid kit from one of the cabinets.

Colson cleaned your elbow with saline spray and a fresh gauze pad. He was such a dad, and you found it adorable.

"You're pretty good at that," You joked, looking up at the man as he applied antibiotic ointment to your scrape.

"Lots of practice." He smiled. "I should buy stock in Band-Aid or something. Between Casie and me, I swear there's always something to bandage up." He joked as he unwrapped a bandage for you.

"Yeah, sometimes I think that girl might be worse than you." You chuckled. His hands danced over your skin gently as he fixed you up. You let out a slight wince as he applied the adhesive bandage to your wound. Without hesitation, Colson nonchalantly placed a kiss on your elbow. It was like slow motion, and neither of you realized what was happening.

"I don't know why I just did that." He laughed nervously, letting go of your arm. "I'm going to run to the bathroom, and then we can go grab some food." He said before turning to walk away, almost tripping over a garbage can on the way. You could have sworn you saw his cheeks flush.

Colson tried to kiss your scrape better. It was quite possibly the cutest thing you had ever witnessed the tall tattooed man do.

"What are you smiling about?" Ryan teased as he walked into the room.

You hadn't even noticed you were smiling. Something had changed between you and Colson. It was like there was some sudden gravitational pull towards him. Like the universe and all the galaxies had a talk and said, 'yeah, it's time.'

"Did you fall?" Ryan gestured to the blood on your sleeve before you could respond to his first question.

"She had a minor wipeout" Colson's voice caught you off guard. It was alluring. It was like you were hearing him speak for the first time in your entire life. Your stomach did a somersault. Maybe you had fallen in more ways than one. . .

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Colson Baker x Reader - Ocean Eyes V

SINCE YOU LEFT, I’VE BEEN HOLDING ON TO A MEMORY

9 am on a Saturday morning in the middle of Cleveland, you thought you'd never step foot in the city again, let alone be sitting across from the love of your life in his coffee shop that was scattered with tiny pieces of you.

"You were more than just another relationship down the drain. You were my past, my present, and my future. Y/n, you were my life." Colson's words rang in your ears. He was pouring his heart out, saying all of the things that you needed to hear for so long.

You thought back to all of the nights you spent crying in your bedroom. You thought about all of the little moments you shared with him, the moments you desperately tried to forget. Your 3 am FaceTime calls, being smothered in kisses, falling asleep on his chest. The songs he'd scream in the car just to make you laugh. The tickle wars, the 'I love you more' fights, all of your little adventures together, and all of the conversations you had about your future. You weren't just grieving the loss of your relationship. You were grieving the loss of the possible future, as well as the wiping out of the past. The pit in your stomach grew as you slipped briskly into your memories.

You smiled at the beautiful tattooed man wearing a princess tiara and clip-on earrings. You both sat on the floor of his six-year-old daughter, Casies' room. There were toys scattered everywhere. The sound of Monsters University played in the background as the tiny girl snuggled into you. Within minutes she was sleeping soundly in your lap.

"She loves you." He said, returning the smile you were wearing as he removed the princess ensemble that Casie insisted on.

"I love her," You said, looking down at her beautiful little face. She looked so peaceful when she was sleeping. Colson's hand found yours, lacing your fingers with his.

"I can't wait to have babies with you." He said, bringing your hand to his lips, kissing it gently. His comment surprised you. You hadn't really talked about starting a family before. It made you smile uncontrollably.

"Yeah? How many babies are we having?" You asked. It was clearly something he had been thinking about. You'd be lying if you said it hadn't crossed your mind every time you watched him interact with Casie.

"I don't know," he went on, "however many it takes to get a little boy and another baby girl." He grinned, and you chuckled at his answer.

"I definitely want one of each"

"What should we name them?" He inquired, rubbing slow circles into the back of your hand with his thumb.

"Well, I love the name Izadora for a girl. It was my great grandmother's name. We could call her Izzy for short." You suggested waiting for his opinion.

"Izadora Baker." He said, "Izzy. . . I like it, and it has a special meaning." He smiled. "If it's a boy, we're naming him Axl."

"Babe, we are not naming our son after someone from Guns N' Roses," You said with a laugh.

"Why not?!? It's the coolest name ever!" He yelled in a whisper, careful not to wake Casie. "That band was a huge inspiration for me growing up. It has special meaning too!" He pleaded. "Without them, who knows if I would have ever gotten into music, and If I never started making music, I wouldn't have been in Atlanta to meet you." He said matter of factly.

"So, we met because of Guns N' Roses?" You laughed at his reasoning. "That's a stretch, ya goof, but we can discuss it when the time comes."

"It's not a no. I'll take it." He chuckled before pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

Colson cleared his throat, pulling you from the depths of your mind.

"I don't understand" You took a deep breath before continuing. "If I was your life, then why was it so easy for you to pick up and leave?" Your words were blunt and straight to the point. You were trying so hard to keep your emotions in check, but the longer you were with him, the harder it got.

"Leaving wasn't easy for me. It killed me. After I left, my life spiraled out of control. It was bad." He went on, "I started drinking, even more, thinking it'd get you off of my mind, but my drunken thoughts were always you. Then my drug use escalated because all I could think about was how I'd rather blackout than sit around staring blankly at my hands, trying to forget what it was like to touch you." He opened up like a flower in the spring. "My life became pretty dark. There are still days that I struggle with my sobriety, anxiety, and depression." The pain in his voice was evident, and it made you hurt for him.

"I had no idea. You just. . .went on with your life like everything was fine. It was like you forgot about me." You admitted.

"I could never forget you y/n. Aside from Casie, you're the best thing that has ever happened to me." He paused for a moment, deciding carefully what he was going to say next. "I know that my explanation for leaving sounds like an excuse, and my intentions, though good, don't really matter here; only my poor choices. I take complete responsibility for my selfish actions, and I am unbelievably sorry for the pain I have caused you." He said, looking down at his hands. "I just want you to know, if you hate me, I understand, I hate me. I deserve it." His voice was almost a whisper.

"I tried so hard to hate you, Colson. I really did. But I missed you too damn much to be mad. I still miss you." the words tumbled from your mouth before you could stop them. "I've missed you so much for so long that it turned into a dull kind of miss. It's like. . I start thinking that I'm used to it, but then I'll be out and see something funny, and I wonder if you'd laugh about it too. Then suddenly, I'm thinking about your sarcasm, and your smile, or how your voice cracks when you try to talk and laugh at the same time. . .all the pain of missing you comes rushing back, and I realize that I haven't gotten used to it at all. I'll never get used to it." You opened up to him so quickly. It was almost like you hadn't spent any time apart. Your honesty was beautiful and refreshing.

"I'll never get used to it either. It's like half of me is missing, and the other half of me is missing you." Colson's statement was the most accurate description of a breakup you had ever heard. "Y/n, you will never know how much I would give up to rewind time and be a better me for you. I’m sorry."

"I forgive you, Colson." A weight lifted from his shoulders as the words came out of your mouth. It felt good to finally say those words.

"Chances are, I may never get another moment like this with you again, so I have to be upfront and honest with you. . .or I will regret it for the rest of my life. . ." He said, taking a deep breath. "I haven't felt the kind of love I have for you for anyone else. I can't move on and just date someone else because I can't get you out of my mind. I compare every single person to you, and no one is you." he went on. "No one gets me like you, no one makes me laugh like you, and when I close my eyes and think of the future, you're still the only person I see." He professed, sincerely revealing his innermost thoughts. "I have always loved you y/n. I love you today, and I will love you until my last breath." His ocean eyes staring back at you were enough to make you hand over your heart, but hearing those words made your heart leap from your chest.

You had spent the last four years and three months building up walls to protect yourself, and there he was. The beautiful blue-eyed boy that you could never stop thinking about, rushing in like wildfire burning through everything you worked so hard to build since he last left you in ashes. He was your person. That one person, no matter how long it has been or how badly he had hurt you, if he said 'I love you, you'd say it right back, and you did.

"I love you too" Those three words rolled off your tongue effortlessly.

It was strange how you could still be in love with him when you hadn't seen him or even spoken to him for years. It was incredible, really, how despite the distance between you, you never stopped loving him. That's just how love works, you either love them forever, or you never loved them to begin with. Love doesn't leave just because the person does.

Before you could wrap your mind around the words you had both said, your phone started ringing, interrupting your exchange. As much as you wanted to hit ignore and see where the conversation went, you knew you shouldn't.

"I'm so sorry, I have to take this really quickly." You apologized, standing up from the table, taking a few steps away from where Colson sat.

"Hello?" You answered the phone. The voice on the other end of the phone made you smile immediately. Colson noticed.

"Hey baby, I'll be back shortly. I'm just grabbing some coffee." You explained. Colson leaned in your direction, anxious to hear who was on the other end of the line.

"I love you too, bye." Colson's shoulders dropped, and his heart sank. He was too late.

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FUCKLUST (18 +) - {COLSON BAKER x READER }

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Warnings: Smut (18+), cursing.

FUCKLUST

Intransitive verb: an insatiable sexual desire to fuck the hell out of that one particular special someone you think about all the time.

Colson towered over you, his strong arms pinning your hands over your head. Leaning down, he captured your lips in a heated kiss. You could feel his hard cock against your thigh, making heat pool in your center. You gasped as Colson pushed his body against yours, sliding his bare length between your folds. You could feel his hot breath on yours as a groan escaped his lips.

Colson took your bottom lip between his teeth, biting hard. You wanted to pull him closer, but he kept a firm grip on your arms which were still positioned above your head. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him as close to you as possible.

"I'm going to fuck you so good you won't be able to remember another man has been inside you, you won't ever want another cock." Colson growled, reaching down to position himself. You could feel the head of his cock pressing at your entrance.

A jolt shuddered through you, making you jump. Your eyes shot open as you awoke from your accidental nap. You were immediately met with the familiar pair of baby blues that belonged to your co-star, Colson Baker.

You two had been working on a movie together for the last three months, and you were set to film your very first kissing scene, which you ultimately blamed for the naughty dream, even though you knew deep down it was much more than that. From the moment you stepped on set, the chemistry between you was undeniable, and the sexual tension was consuming. Colson was always making you laugh uncontrollably or making you wish you were underneath him. Unfortunately, you had both decided for the sake of the film that you would keep it professional. The closer it got to wrapping the first film, the harder it was to resist wrapping yourselves around each other.

"Y/n, are you okay?" Colson asked. Your cheeks flushed red, remembering the dream you were just in the middle of. Colson smirked at you once he noticed the rosy tint to your cheeks. "You were dreaming about me, weren't you?" He joked but had no idea how accurate he was.

You quickly tried to regain your composure, ignoring the intense need for his hands on your body. It took everything in you to not jump him right there in the lounge.

"Yeah, actually," You admitted, catching him off guard at your candor.

"Guys, we need you on set." One of the crew members popped their head in the room, interrupting your conversation. You got up from the chair that you had fallen asleep in, stopping in the doorway, you turned back around to face the handsome man.

"Thank you for the sex. It was mind-blowing." You smirked, making Colson's jaw drop. Although your dream hadn't gone quite that far, you knew it would have been amazing.

It sucked. Liking someone you couldn't have. Seeing Colson every day but knowing that he'd never be yours because of your stupid agreement. It was the worst feeling in the world. All you could do was dream about him and the things that he'd do to you. . .

. . . but you couldn't jeopardize the success of the film, your career, you worked so hard to get to where you were. You refused to be like all of the other Hollywood cliches. Two beautiful people playing two beautiful lovers who accidentally fall for each other in real life but eventually go up in flames. Completely ruining the on-screen chemistry in the sequels or worst-case scenario, one of them being re-casted, which you knew would end up being you.

Not long after stepping on set, you found yourself standing in the middle of a faux lingerie store next to Colson, who was helping your character pick out something to wear.

"Let me guess. You like garters and silk stockings?" You delivered your lines perfectly as you thumbed through the garments on the rack in front of you.

"Two for two, although I'd like you in anything you put on… or take off," Colson smirked, handing you a hanger adorned with a very sexy lace bustier set. You glanced towards the dressing rooms, then back at Colson with a scandalous glimmer in your eye.

"Help me try it on? Just to make sure it fits, of course."

"Of course." Colson mimicked you before following you towards the dressing rooms. After quickly switching scenes on set, you resumed filming in the tiny room.

You pushed Colson toward the bench in the dressing room, forcing him to sit. Looking him straight in the eye, you reached for the hem of your clothes, lifting slowly, exposing your bare skin inch by inch. Colson sat in front of you, clenching his fists in his lap, clearly holding himself back from reaching for you as you stepped out of the last of your clothes and into the lingerie.

"Well?" Does it live up to your imagination?" Your character asked as you looked at yourself in the mirror, adjusting the straps on the bustier and garter belt. Colson's body was pressed up against yours in an instant, meeting your gaze in the mirror. He planted a kiss on your neck, sending shivers down your spine as his hands found their way to your hips. You could feel him growing hard against you. In the moment, you almost forget that you were filming, clearing your throat to break the trance.

"I hope you like this one because I'm pretty sure I have to buy these panties now." You blurted. Those weren't your lines; You had no idea where that came from. You could feel Colson grin against the nape of your neck. Your face flushed in embarrassment, but before anyone could notice, Colson spun you around, threading his fingers through your hair pulling you into a fierce kiss.

You knew this wasn't how the scene was supposed to go, but even as you tried to remind yourself to stick to the script, you found yourself pulling him closer. After the last few months of tension and self-restraint, Colson's mouth, hot and insistent on yours, was a relief.

"Tell me to stop, and I will," Colson whispered against your lips.

"Don't." Was the only word you were able to get out before you melted into his arms. Wrapping your body around his. The kiss grew passionate and intense quickly. You both forgot where you were and what you were doing until the director screamed cut, startling both of you.

"That was phenomenal," the director complimented you two on your improv. The rest of the day was spent filming fill-in scenes with your other castmates; in fact, you hadn't seen Colson once since your little rendezvous in the dressing room. This was probably a good thing because, after that heated kiss, you were sure you wouldn't be able to resist.

Once filming had wrapped for the day, you made your way back to the dressing rooms, still replaying the kiss from earlier in your mind. You were so caught up in your thoughts out hadn't even realized that you walked right past your dressing room door, opening your co-workers as your own.

You were startled to find Colson standing in front of you. Freshly showered in nothing but a small white towel. You could see the outline of his cock through the cotton fabric. It was enough to make you salivate. His eyes locked with yours, the look of lust on your face was apparent, and he reciprocated. The desire absorbed you; you knew that resisting him was no longer an option. That no matter how hard you tried, you wouldn't be able to curb the ache you felt for him until it was satisfied.

Before you could make the first move, Colson's lips were on yours. His kiss was hard as his arms wrapped around you, holding you close to him. His passion was contagious and electrifying. Colson pressed his body flush with yours, sucking on your lower lip as he ran his fingers roughly through your hair.

"Stop teasing and touch me," You demanded. With a smirk, Colsons' hands found your backside lifting you up. You wrapped your legs around his back as he pressed you hard into the wall.

"It's about damn time." He breathed. With his free hand, Colson wrapped your hair around his fist, pulling your head back with a slight yank. He took a second, admiring the view before leaning forward to press a soft kiss to your mouth, so lingering that it made your knees week.

"If we're finally going to do this, I want to hear you say it, y/n." Colson said, looking into your eyes, and without hesitation, you spoke.

"Colson, I need you."

You had a moment to catch Colson's groan before he crashed his lips into yours. You moved frantically together, hands roaming each other's bodies and tongues exploring each other's mouths. Your dress was hiked up around your waist as Colson's hands wandered, feeling every inch of your body. His lips moved down your jaw, his hips grinding into yours. The rub of his bulge against the fabric of the lingerie you had taken from set sent a rush of need to your core, causing you to buck your hips into him.

"Do you feel what you do to me y/n?" Colson growled as he grabbed your hand, guiding it down to the space between you both. "What have you done to me every single goddamn night since I've met you?" He asked, rock hard against your palm. Colson let out an agonizingly sexy groan in response to your touch. You rubbed your hand up and down the length of him, straining hard against the fabric of the towel around his hips. You squeezed your hand around him, stroking slowly. Colson's groans quickly turned to grunts, deep and sexy, until his hand abruptly stopped yours.

"Y/n, you're going to make cum before I even get you naked." He admitted with a slight chuckle. With one smooth move Colson hoisted you into his arms, shifting your weight away from the wall. You locked your ankles around his back, and he carried you across the room. His mouth latched to the skin of your neck.

"Are you marking me, Colson Baker?" You asked seductively. Colson growled low in his throat.

"You haven't seen anything yet, princess." He avowed, tossing you on the chaise lounge. His eyes roamed the curves of your body, still covered in the fabric of your sheer dress. You leaned back on the chair, your skirt hiked up enough to show a peek of the panties beneath. Colson groaned as he dropped to one knee on the lounge so he could lean over you. His eyes were electric as he took in your body. Eyes locked with his, you slowly removed your clothes, tugging your dress over your head and letting it fall to the floor. Colson took in the lingerie that he had picked out for you, his eyes traveling hungrily over your body.

"Seeing you laid out like this in the lingerie that I picked out, it's hard not to feel like. . ." Colson trailed off in thought.

"Like you have a claim on me?" You guessed what he was thinking, and Colsons eyes darkened.

"Exactly like that. It's not a feeling I want to let go of." He remarked. "As much as I love it. . . let me see you without it."

You slipped the straps off your shoulders, watching Colsons eyes follow the movement. You slowly removed the lingerie as he watched your every move. Once you were completely naked, you leaned back on your elbows, biting your lip while looking up at him, waiting to see what he'd do. Colson leaned forward, his eyes locked with yours. His hands framing your body on either side of the lounge chair.

"I want to mark every part of your beautiful body," Colson went on, "after all of that teasing and waiting. . . I want you to think of me every time you look in the mirror." He said, running his finger gently down your neck, your chest, over your nipples. "I want you to see the places I've touched you."

"Do it." You begged.

Colson let out a deep, wild growl that sent a shiver down your body. He dipped down, running his tongue over your collarbone, punctuating the movement with a nip to your shoulder. He pressed a line of soft kisses over the line of your shoulder before his mouth slid up to leave another bite mark on your neck. You gasped at the feeling of his teeth sinking into the curve of your neck. Before the pain could register, Colson licked over the same spot, peppering your skin with kisses. You could feel the trail of marks he was leaving on your neck and down your chest. It stung with pleasure and a hint of pain. He slowly made his way down your body, biting the edge of your hip, almost hard enough to draw blood. A moan escaped your mouth, and you instinctively lifted your hips to meet him.

"Colson"

"Fuck y/n, you're better than any fantasy I could ever have." He marveled as he pulled back to look at you, his gaze full of lust and wonder. Colson tugged on your knees, dragging you to the edge of the lounge chair, your bent legs framed his hips. "I can't wait to taste you. Have you thought about that? What it'd be like to have my mouth on you?"

"I may have considered what it'd be like. . . or how good you'd be. . ." You admitted coyly.

"Trust me, I'm not one to disappoint." He promised. "I can't even tell you how long I've been waiting for this. How many dreams I've had with me between your thighs. . ." desire dripping from every word he spoke.

Colson hovered over you, connecting his lips with yours as your fingers moved down his back. He moved his lips down your body - your neck, your collar bone, your breasts - he left a trail of kisses down your stomach, over your hips, until he reached the place where you craved him most. You arched into his touch, wanting to get closer. Colson lifted his head, grinning wide.

"Eager, are we?" He smirked. Before you could even catch your breath, Colson'sColson's tongue was between your folds, licking you slowly. He looked up to meet your eyes, holding down your hips as his mouth found your bundle of nerves. He sucked your clit like a starved man, enjoying each moan and gasp that he pulled from you. Within seconds you were writhing underneath him as his tongue continued making you sing.

"Oh my god," you moaned, your hand finding its way into his hair. Colson slid a single finger inside of you, working perfectly in time with his mouth against your bud. It sent shockwaves down your body. The rush of pleasure pushing you over the edge.

"Fuck Colson!" You moaned.

"That's it, say my name." He coaxed you. Pulling back enough to speak, Colson used his hand to rub your clit in sharp circles, hard enough to drive you crazy. "Cum for me." He ordered, and your orgasm hit you like a wave, the pleasure shaking through you as you finally let go. You fell back onto the chaise lounge, spent.

Colson climbed on top of you, kissing you passionately. His fingers found their way between your thighs, teasing at your entrance before slipping, not one but two fingers inside. You gasped at the sensation. Colson rocked his hand in smooth, firm strokes, making you moan. He curled his fingers to reach the spot inside that makes fireworks explode behind your eyes. He pumped his fingers in and out of you at a faster pace leaving you breathless, hitting that particular spot every time.

You couldn't take it any longer. You ran your nails down his tattooed back, stopping at the only piece of fabric separating his naked body from yours. In one swift motion, you yanked the towel from his hips, making him grin.

"Since the day I met you, all I wanted to do was make you come undone around me," He said, sliding the underside of his cock over your wet center, giving your clit just a hint of the friction that you craved.

Colson pressed his cock over your clit one last time, making you moan before he positioned it against your entrance. He slowly pushed himself inside of you, one pleasurable, tantalizing inch at a time until you were completely full. Visibly restraining himself, Colson stayed still, letting you get used to the size of him. Both of you breathing heavily as you became familiar with the feel of each other. You rocked your hips up, pulling him in deeper. Tipping his head back in pleasure, Colson let out a groan.

"You're going to be the death of me," Colson mumbled before starting to move agonizingly slow, using all of his self-control. He slowly rolled his hips, pressing his pelvis down against your clit, making you moan.

"Do you want me to go faster?" He asked as he slowly pushed himself deep inside of you, brushing against that perfect spot.

"Y-yes," You stammered in between breaths.

"Tell me what you want," Colson demanded. You could see the tension in his shoulders; it was getting difficult for him to hold himself back. His strokes were slow and hard, sending electric sparks through your body - hot, but not enough. He was driving you crazy, and he loved it; you could tell by the smirk he was wearing.

"Want to hear your beg for it." He growled, sliding slowly into you again, stretching you, sending white-hot pleasure through your body. You could swear you saw stars.

"Please fuck me harder," You moaned. It was precisely what he wanted to hear. In a split second, Colson's self-restraint snapped. His hips moving faster, thrusting deep inside you. You let out a moan as you attempted to bring your hips down to meet his, but he set a frenzied pace, so hard that it took your breath away.

You gripped his shoulders, raking your nails down his tattooed back, hard enough to leave a mark. Colson let out a low growl as the knot in your stomach grew taut; you were so close. You closed your eyes, overwhelmed by the sensation.

"Open your eyes. Look at me while you cum on my cock." Colson's nails dug into your hips, and the mixture of pain and pleasure made that knot unravel. Your eyes shot open, meeting those familiar baby blues again.

Colson slammed into you hard and deep, making you scream his name as you fell off the edge, pleasure cascading through your entire body. Colson's lips found their way to yours, swallowing every sound you gave him. The feeling of your release around him causing him to cum even harder, your mouth engulfing his groans. He pulsed inside of you, releasing himself and all the built-up tension from his body until the only thing left between you was heavy breathing.

"Fuck." Colson groaned, lying motionless on top of you for a moment, too fatigued to move. Once he caught his bearings, he rolled off of you, laying on his back next to you. A quiet chuckle escaped his lips.

"What's so funny?" you probed.

"Before you walked in here, I was trying to figure out how I was going to keep myself from accidentally busting while filming our sex scene next week." He answered, still chuckling to himself. His response made you laugh out loud.

"And what makes you think you won't? The sexual tension could easily build back up by then." You challenged him.

"Oh, I have every intention of doing this again" He pointed between you two.

"Oh really?"

"Yeah," He responded, placing a gentle kiss on your cheek, "I thought that your laugh was my favorite. . ." He continued, moving to gently kiss your lips. "but now that I've made you moan. . ." He trailed off, moving down to kiss your neck, sucking just enough to draw a quiet moan from your lips. ". . .I plan on hearing it many times before then" He smirked, and just like that, the insatiable sexual desire to fuck the hell out of Colson Baker returned.

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COLSON BAKER x READER - BUCKET LIST II

SIT TIGHT, HANG ON, & ENJOY THE RIDE

You hadn't slept well in almost two weeks, which was conveniently how long it had been since Colson discovered your bucket list. You didn't like talking about your past, and you were afraid that some of the items on the list would lead to questions you didn't want to answer. But when Colson hadn't even brought the list up, you were relieved. You figured it had gotten lost in the shuffles of his busy life, which was perfectly okay.

You were woken up around 5 am by Colson crawling into your bed. It wasn't abnormal for him to randomly show up at your house in the wee hours of the early morning. Especially not since his recent split from Megan. They had called it quits a little over 4 months ago, and although he'd never admit it, he hated sleeping alone.

"Cols, you okay?" You whispered to the tattooed man under your covers.

He laid on his back, arms folded across his chest, acting as though he had never slept in the same bed as you. Colson was always mindful of your space, not wanting to cross any boundaries or make you uncomfortable in your own bed.

"Mhmm," He responded, clearing his throat. "Go back to sleep."

You didn't say a word, repositioning yourself to find a comfier spot. You made sure that your leg was touching his. He had told you years ago that the slightest amount of physical contact helped him sleep because it was a way for him to confirm that he wasn't alone. You didn't mind it because it was comforting to you too.

"Thank you." He whispered before you both dozed off into a peaceful sleep.

You woke up around 8 am to Colson's face nuzzled into your neck. You were tangled in his limbs. It was hard to tell where he ended, and you began. Colson was a cuddler, another thing he'd never admit, but you two always ended up wrapped up in each other.

You tried moving slowly out from under him, causing him to grumble in his sleep, pulling you closer to him, a contented sigh passing his lips. You chuckled quietly at him. You didn't have it in you to wake the sleeping man. You knew what it was like to struggle with sleep. You never slept past 8 am regardless of the amount of sleep you received. You knew you wouldn't be able to fall back asleep, so you carefully reached for your phone on the nightstand. Scanning the hundreds of emails all interested in booking Colson or scheduling him for an interview.

You hadn't even realized how quickly the time passed until Colson shifted from on top of you. He groaned as he stretched himself across your bed.

"Do you ever stop working?" His voice was sleepy, and his hair was disheveled.

"I just booked you for SNL next month. You're welcome." You articulated. A look of excitement gracing his face.

"Shut the fuck up." He chuckled. "I guess I can cross that off my bucket list!" He screamed before hysterically jumping on top of you, causing a groan to escape your lips.

"Okay, can we get up now?" You grumbled, trying to push his heavy body off of yours.

"What time is it?" He questioned. You looked at the clock on your phone.

"10:58."

"Not yet." He replied, remaining situated on top of you. You sighed loudly. A few minutes later, Colson removed himself from you to speak with you face to face. "So for your bucket list, should we just start at the top and work our way down or randomly pick what we want to do?" He asked, catching you off guard.

"You're really not going to drop this, are you?" You rolled your eyes at him.

"Not a chance," he replied, reaching into his back pocket to remove the folded sheet of paper. "Which do you want to cross off first?" He asked, passing it off to you.

"I don't know, you tell me, boss man." You said, ripping the list from his hands.

"Well, for starters, we can cross off number 23 'cause I made you stay in bed until 11 am this morning." He bragged, drawing a checkmark next to the number.

"Sneaky." You smirked.

"Thank you, thank you," He repeated himself, pretending to bow for an audience. "I'm gonna have you crossing stuff off left and right, baby!" His voice became more theatrical with every word. "Please fasten your seat belt, and keep all hands, feet, arms, and legs inside the ride at all times!" He bantered loudly, pretending to talk into an overhead pager like you were boarding a rollercoaster.

"I can't stand you." You giggled. The silence grew between you as you carefully looked over the list. You had created it so long ago you needed to refresh your memory. "Obviously, we don't have to do all of these." You said after a few moments, gesturing towards the sheet in your hands.

"What do you mean?" He questioned, flabbergasted at your suggestion. "I'm helping you cross off every single one of these before your 30th birthday." He declared.

"Colson, have you even read through the entire list?!?" You queried. "Some of those are pretty unreasonable."

"Which ones?"

"Well, number seven for starters." You elaborated. Colson grabbed the list from your hands to see what you were talking about. . . Get married in Las Vegas. . .

"Fuck it, I'm all in." He assured you, casually handing the list back. "You're my assistant. You're basically my wife anyway. Besides, we can just get an annulment afterward or just have a fake wedding." He shrugged before swinging his long legs over the side of your bed.

"Are you serious?" You sputtered.

"As a heart attack," he went on, "it works out great actually because the media won't stop talking about how I'm never going to move on from Megan." He explained, leaning down to slip his sneakers on. "Also, we'll already be in Vegas crossing off number eight." He looked back at you with a devilish grin.

The only thing left for you to do was sit tight, hang on, and enjoy the ride.

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Just your friendly reminder that this man is HOT AS FUCK!!

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IF YOU CAN STAND, THEN WE’RE NOT FINISHED 18+ {COLSON BAKER x READER }

Warnings: Smut (18+), cursing

SIDE NOTE: This is my first time writing smut... 🙈 I hope it isn't too terrible 😅

Steam filled the room from the hot shower running behind you as Colson stood in the bathroom doorway, observing you. You tossed your hair into a messy bun and began removing the makeup you had just applied a few hours earlier.

"What?" you smiled at the tattooed man who hadn't taken his eyes off of you since you put on the deep red mermaid gown. It hugged you in all of the right places. He was practically drooling the entire night.

"Nothing," he smirked. You shook your head, knowing damn well that he was lying, but you resumed the removal of your award show ensemble.

"Babe, can you unzip me?" you asked after attempting to unzip the tight dress yourself. He nodded before slowly moving from his position.

"As much as I love it when you get all dressed up. . .throw on those open toe heels after a fresh Pedi and walk down the red carpet on my arm. . ." he trailed off as he stopped behind you. "I have to be honest." His eyes meeting your gaze in the mirror. "I love it even more when you're in my sweatpants and t-shirt with no makeup and hair a mess." his hand slowly traced a line down your back as he lowered the zipper.

"What about when I'm naked?" You smirked.

"I love that too." He responded quickly. His fingers hooked under the straps of your dress, slowly removing them from your shoulders. His hands tiptoed down your arms as he kissed the side of your neck, then your shoulder. . . "You looked beautiful tonight." He said before placing another soft kiss on your bare shoulder. "but all I could think about was getting you out of this dress."

"It's funny you say that. . ." You said as his hands slowly explored your body, removing the dress further, traveling forward until he was cupping your breasts. ". . .because all I could think about was you fucking me in this suit." You said, tugging gently on the sleeve of his coat.

Colson didn't say a word, but he didn't have to because the lust in his eyes said everything. You watched him in the mirror as he rolled your buds between his fingers, making you arch into his touch. You could feel him growing harder against you, and the heat began to pool in your center. Your dress completely hit the floor, exposing your breasts and revealing a red lace thong. Colson all but growled at the sight before his fingers dipped into your underwear, finding you wet and ready.

"You're dripping for me." He whispered. His breath was hot against your neck, making you shiver. Colson's other hand cupped your cheek, bringing your lips back to his, capturing your mouth in a searing kiss. You instinctively turned around in his arms, getting lost in the passion. He was intoxicating. His hands stripped you of your thong, and his own clothes followed.

Two strong hands found themselves on your ass, lifting you up. You wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his hips as he backed you into the shower. His mouth met yours hungrily as the spray from the shower beat against his back, causing the room to fill with even more steam. Colson's lips moved down your jaw, over your neck, and to your chest rolling his tongue over your nipple. Sharp pangs of desire shot into your core.

"Colson.." Your head fell back as his mouth engulfed your nipple in heat.

"Damn, you're beautiful," He said, admiring your bare face and naked body. You kissed him deeply as your hands slid down his tattooed chest and arms. His tongue explored your mouth—one hand cupping the back of your head and the other squeezing your ass. You broke away from his kiss, breathless.

"Colson.." You said, looking into his blue eyes. "fuck me."

The words had just barely left your mouth. With one swift movement, Colson braced you against the wall thrusting himself inside you to the hilt. A moan escaped your lips as your body adjusted to his girth. Colson slowly pulled out of you before slamming back in. You gasped as his hard cock stretched you apart. He picked up the pace, fucking you faster and harder.

"You feel so fucking good" His words were breathy.

Tingles rippled up your legs, over your thighs and Colson groaned at the feeling of you wrapped tightly around him. He slipped his hand in between your legs, fingering your clit while he continued to pound into you. Dying for release, your body was quick to respond to his touch. Your pleasure pushed to the brink in seconds.

"Fuck Colson!" You gasped.

"Come for me, y/n." His eyes were locked on yours as he thrust into you. Your walls tightly gripped his cock, causing a moan to escape from his lips. He bucked inside of you, and just like that, your body released around him. Colson swore under his breath before emptying his load deep inside of you. The force of his explosion sent you over the edge for a second time. Colson held you against his body for a moment enjoying the feeling of your body against his. Your whole body shook as he slid out of you.

"Can you stand?" he chuckled as your feet gently hit the tile floor. Your legs were weak from the intensity of your orgasm but still managed to hold you up. "If you can stand, then we're not finished." His eyes were dark with desire as he drank you in, fully prepared for round two.