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Colin Shea Masterlist

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One Shots

New Neighbour

Daddy Daughter Day

Not Another Conquest

Make it up to you ❤️‍🔥

Miracle Maker

Break the Rules ❤️‍🔥

Moving Day Surprise ❤️‍🔥

Glastonbury Adventures  ❤️‍🔥

In The Middle Of The Night

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Smile Like You Mean It 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, bullying, humiliation, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Colin Shea, Rafe Cameron (Professor AU)

Summary: you're trying to grow up but you keep getting pushed back down.

Part of the Bad Professors AU

Note: Please leave some feedback and reblog <3 As always, I love to chat with you all. 

College is supposed to be a new start. You're supposed to be an adult. Sophisticated and mature. Too bad you're still figuring out how to be functional. 

It's all the more obvious how behind you are as you sit in the student centre with a can of diet coke. Alone. Watching. Coveting. 

The girls, no, women, with their contour and lululemons and blown out hair. They walk together, gabbing and giggling, with a Stanley or branded coffee cup in hand. They are of the moment and you're once more falling behind. 

You look down at you Gap hoodie and polka dot leggings. Admittedly, the Walmart couture isn't exactly cutting edge. And your crocks don't do much for the look. Or your hair and bare face.  

It isn't for lack of trying. No oil or serum could tame the beast on your head, and you couldn't figure out how to line your lids without squiggles. So you settled for the bare minimum. Hygiene and clean clothes. Hmmm, you did wear the hoodie yesterday too. 

You're trying but that doesn't mean it's good enough.  You put your head down and stare at the curled red C on the can. Well, the year's just started, you can make some good friends... just maybe not the barbie dolls. 

As you take another sip of soda, a figure walks by but is met with catastrophe. His bag catches on the back of the empty chair across from you and he reels back. You watch him untangle himself and his pale blue eye flick up to meet yours. 

He wears one of those blue letterman jackets you've seen around. A jock or frat or both. They are often chasing the heels of the glamorous coeds. 

"Oh, hey," he chuckles as he fixes his messenger bag, "I'm a mess, huh?" 

You shake your head. You can't get the words out; 'it's fine' or even a congenial 'so am I'. You can't even muster a smile. That's your other problem. You go mute in the face of interest. 

"You okay? Did I scare ya?" He asks as he drags his hand over his fluffy blond hair. 

You just blink. Say something, idiot. 

"I'm not always mess," he smirks as he grips the back of the chair. Why is he hanging around? "I'm Colin, actually." 

You can't help but crack. Your cheek dimple and one corner of your lips curve. That's a really stupid joke. 

"And you are, sunshine?" He leans forward. 

You look around. It feels off. It has to be a joke, right? There's nothing but milling bodies and chattering students. 

"Auburn," you voice scratches in your throat. 

"Auburn," he purrs back, "I like that." He smirks, "hey, Aubby," his shoulders slant, "can I sit here? This place is packed." 

You stare at him and shrug. You can't say anything but you definitely can't say no. He winks and drops into the seat, dumping his bag on the floor next to his feet. 

"So, you going to the party tonight?" He asks. 

You frown. Party? You shake your head again.  

"No? Why not? Everyone's going." He says.  

Not me. I'm not cool. You just show your hands as your voice stays stuck in your chest. 

"Huh, too good for us? I get it. You got more important things to do than stop by Delta. I can accept that, Aubby. I'm used to it," he pouts, "all the pretty girls say no." 

Pretty? You try not to make a face. You take a drink of coke. You can do it. 

"I... wasn't invited," you utter. 

"Ah, there's that sweet voice," he leans forward on his elbows. "Well, babe, I'm inviting you. So how about it?" 

You stare back at him. Again. Boy, he’s going to think you’re real dumb. You purse your lips and nod. Why not? You’ve been looking for friends. This isn’t going to be high school all over again. 

Well, you can start by wearing something a little less... schlubby to this party. 

He smiles and slaps the table, “see, I knew when I looked at you that you were the one. Here, I’ll get your number and send you the details.” 

You take your phone out and hand it over. The case is scuffed and tan. It’s not sparkly like the ones you’ve seen in the manicured hands of the other girls on campus. He doesn’t seem to notice as he types with his wide thumbs. He gives it back and sends you another wink. 

“See ya tonight, Aubby,” he stands. “I gotta make sure there’s enough drinks so can’t stick around.” He bends to pick up his bag. “You’re not gonna stand me up, are ya?” You shake your head once more. He grins and snaps his fingers. “Later.” 

As he leaves, your eyes wander around the cafeteria. You see a girl in grey converse and a hoodie kinda like yours. She’s not watching where she’s going. She walks right into a man in a suit, her coffee spilling across his back. He rears on her as you watch on as a silent witness. 

He snarls and she babbles back. He stalks off angrily and she stands there blankly. She forgets almost immediately as she looks at the container in her hand. She’s the first girl you’ve seen that doesn’t make you want to hide. 

You get up and grab some napkins on your way over. You approach her as her coffee drips down her hand. You offer it quietly and she flinches as she notices. 

“Oh, jeez, thanks,” she chuckles. “Can ya hold this for me?” You nod and take her container. She balances the coffee as she wipes the side and her fingers. “I’m fucking idiot sometimes. I was so focus on the noodles.” Her eyes skitter around, “shit fuck, this place is crowded, huh?” 

She looks at you as she crumples the napkin and reaches out. You hand over the container. She narrows her eyes. 

“Quiet, huh? Well, shit, I just can’t stop talking,” she tuts. 

“Um...” you swallow tightly. “I got a table...” you point back to where you left your stuff. 

She tilts her head, “thanks, that’s nice but... okay. I guess things can’t get any worse.” 

You perk up and turn around to lead the way. If you can get a few more words out, you might just be able to call it a successful day. 

“I’m Ash, by the way,” she says as she sets her things down and you sit across from her. 

“Auburn,” you return. 

“Ash and Auburn. One more and we could be musketeers or something,” she kids as she settles in. 

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enamel - three

enam·​el • to beautify with a colorful surface

ransom drysdale x female reader

enamel masterlist

words: 2K

warnings: 18+ ONLY. DNI if you are a minor. Language, more world building, toxic relationship, mentions of past sex, jealousy.

summary | if your marriage to ransom drysdale was a lit match, he’s the kerosene.

The wine kicks in thirty minutes later than expected, another voicemail on your phone that you let play out, Ransom’s threats no longer thinly veiled. It’s an all out command for you to return home, to stop being childish and come to your senses.

”Selfish son of a bitch,” you mutter, taking another sip of your Cabernet. 

Being alone is a strange feeling, especially since you hadn’t planned this out in advance. It was a simple whim, a response to once again feeling like you weren’t enough. The flirting had gone on longer than you had expected, the burning jealousy propelling you to want to make a scene, to embarrass the both of you. Your self-control will never let you falter in such a way, to show that side of yourself that you only show to him when you’re alone.

Somehow, deep down, you know Ransom was betting on you to break and that unnerves you the most. He’s the balance when you’re finding yourself going too far, relegating you both to the car to argue in private, to have make up sex in private, to apologize in your own way in private.

Too close for comfort this time.

Still, you let your mind wander to the man who caught your attention. A slight boyish smile, a sense of unbridled freedom that you haven’t let yourself ever have.

”Colin,” you say out loud, testing his name on your tongue.

You’ve got to hand it to him. The small crowd of people waiting to check in and he gave you his undivided attention, even bringing up your dinner himself, something you didn’t overlook. It’s almost too easy to let your mind linger to what ifs: what if you flirted back to have a story to hang over Ransom’s head. Maybe you’d get caught up in the ego build up, bask in feeling like you’ve gotten someone’s gaze that isn’t Ransom’s.

It’s always only temporary. Ransom clouds your thoughts again, wondering if he’s pacing in the living room or upstairs, his number flashing across the screen once more.

For once, you got smart and turned off your location. Which is probably why he’s going off the rails - access to you was a given and taken for granted.

When his number lights up once more, you scoff.

Access to you is a privilege. 

He’ll learn that lesson eventually.

”Bastard,” you hiss, turning your phone over and looking out at the view of the city.

-

After his fifth message, the tension in his shoulders makes him shudder, looking at his phone and knowing deep down that you won’t respond.

At least not right now.

The brunette had been fun to lead on but there was zero chance he’d ever entertain keeping her company outside of what little attention he’d paid her. It was enough for you to get riled up, Ransom’s eyes following your own the entire time you stared, sometimes forgetting to finish your own thought when you were in the middle of a conversation.

The sheets still smell like you - faint perfume that cost a small fortune that he got you for your birthday that you’ve been obsessed with. He inhales for a moment, remembering the night prior when you were under him, fingers scoring his back and eventually leaving puncture marks when he hit a spot that made you nearly feral. There’s a sense of entitlement he enjoys, knowing that you’re aware of how he can find every single spot in and on your body to bring you to your knees.

He’d like to see that juiced personal trainer of yours to even try.

Flopping onto his back, Ransom stares at the ceiling, phone still in hand as he secretly wishes that you’d return his phone call. As it stands, he’s dodging the brunette, who can’t take a hint that he’s not interested. These little games he likes to play usually don’t last long and they can take a hint - but not her. Blocking her number, he swipes through some pictures of you and him during your winter holiday in Switzerland the year prior, your happy smile lighting up the room under the backdrop of pristine, fresh white snow.

Turning off your location is new, the picture app swiped away as he focuses on looking at your pretty face on his screen.

For a moment, he wonders if he’s gone a little too far, only to remember Jake Jensen standing in his kitchen.

”Serves you right,” he grumbles, thinking back to how Walt had gleefully told him you left.

You should be home now, next to him, poking him in the chest to make sure you relay your opinions on how he treats you. It’s a preamble to how you want him to treat you in other ways, demanding tone turning into breathy sobs when he takes you into his arms.

Your jealousy is like a powder keg, something Linda had warned him from the get go when he’d proposed. She’d cautioned him on teasing you, giving him a road map of a woman’s emotions among a reformed playboy like him.

For a while, he had listened. But under the surface, he liked to coax out your wild side, the sharp tongued insults you’d hurl at the women who dared to get close. Unafraid of your own emotions, willing to show a passionate side of yourself that you had reserved for just him.

And he had wanted more of it.

Publically was even better because he reaped the rewards at home.

For the first time, he’s rendered speechless at your distance, almost wondering if he should make a few phone calls to track you down. Oddly enough, he’s not worried - yet. With a quick view of the credit card, he smirks at the charge.

”Stubborn,” he says to the ceiling, closing his eyes. “At least you have good taste.”

-

Normally Colin Shea isn’t interested in the clientele who patronize this boutique hotel, the exorbitant rates enough to keep normal travelers away. There’s something about you, the way you’d asked for a room, credit card in hand before he even had to ask, determined to take no for an answer as Colin had furrowed his brow to wonder if there were any rooms left. The big rock on your finger meant you were probably a trophy wife, something that filled him with disgust for even thinking so until you’d rambled off your last name.

Drysdale.

He’d known that name well. Joni Thrombey had done a few seminars at the hotel across the street, opting to stay here so that people wouldn’t follow her. If you asked him, he wasn’t even sure if she was able to garner any sort of recognition by her name only. 

Knowing his luck, a simple phone call to the usual suspects that ask about the patrons who are lucky enough to get a reservation, a tip that a disgruntled wife of a rich man would be enough for someone to talk about it but Colin has never been the sort to even attempt to get involved in someone else’s business, let alone report out to the masses.

You were running from something, looking over your shoulder more than once while he processed your reservation, no bags for the bellhop to take up as you quickly muttered that you just needed to get away for a night, only to call down a few minutes later to order dinner.

He didn’t have to deliver it himself. There was that pesky sense of curiosity and the smooth talking to the server who was trying to get off a little early that he could do it himself. What Colin didn’t expect was you to answer the door, barefoot and nearly teary eyed, pulling the strap of your dress up over your shoulder. 

For a short moment, he dreamed of punching Ransom Drysdale right in his smug face for making you upset.

He had to calm himself down to thinking such a thought, stepping inside of the hotel room to place your food down, even uncorking the wine and pouring you a glass to start. 

The clock shows an ungodly time when he finally glances up from his computer, rubbing his eyes for a moment before deciding to take a break. The amount of call outs for a Celtic’s game had him pulling a double - not that he minds it, he needs to make rent this month, after all. 

There’s a little space that he can retreat to, grabbing his backpack before heading toward the elevator.

-

By the time he takes the steps up to the top of the hotel, he’s aware that he’s not alone, the door slightly ajar. His suspicion is at high alert, moving through the next set of steps to the chairs that some of the servers have left out when they need a smoke break and a view.

The last person he expects to see is you, drinking straight from the bottle of wine, your dress hiked up to your thighs while you look out at the glittering lights from the city.

“I was wondering who found my hiding spot,” Colin says, breaking the silence when you look over your shoulder at the sound of his voice.

”I used to climb rooftops when I was a teenager. Felt a little freeing,” you say with a shrug. “And if this is your hiding spot, it’s not exactly a secret. I scared two people who tried to come up here.”

Colin takes a seat next to you, rummaging through his backpack while your stare follows him. He pulls out a sandwich from the deli down the street, opening it quickly before slowing down his movements.

”You want some?” He offers, seeing you shake your head.

”Thanks but I’m good. Probably should stop drinking but,” you pause, taking another long sip. “This wine was fucking expensive. It would be a waste if I stopped.”

He wants to ask why you’re up here, not to scare you into going back down but because you don’t seem like the sort to do something spontaneous like finding yourself at the top of a hotel, drinking from a wine bottle without a care in the world.

Or maybe it’s the wine talking, he isn’t sure.

He decides to be brave and ask anyway.

”What brings you up here?”

You look up at the blanket of stars in the sky and back to him.

”I needed to breathe.”

He nods, knowing that feeling all too well.

With another sip, you cradle the bottle to your chest.

”What about you?” You counter.

”Same. World gets a little suffocating sometimes.”

”Tell me about it,” you agree, looking down at your phone, eyes narrowing at the time. “Shit, I need to sleep. Check out is at what, ten?”

”Eleven. Unless you want a later check out. Not that I would say anything.”

You waver for a moment, unlocking your phone to take a picture of the skyline and then back at him, Colin giving you a thumbs up in the picture with a smile. You laugh at the action, carefully hoisting yourself up as you teeter for a second, taking a deep breath.

”You have a goodnight, Colin, wearer of many hats.”

He watches you carefully as you go down the steps, bottle in hand. You move with such grace that he’s not even sure if you’re as drunk as you seem, possibly an act for sympathy - or you’re just conditioned to draw back any authenticity before you reach the door.

“Leave the door open!” Colin calls out, seeing the door open slightly.

You’re gone in an instant, leaving him to wonder what you’re all about as he takes a bite of his sandwich.

-

Ransom sleeps past his alarm, the sun hitting him squarely in the eyes when he finally wakes, lulled into a false sense of security by a dream he had of you.

It comes crashing down when he realizes you still aren’t home, looking at his phone to find a picture you sent. It isn’t of you but a random man, giving a thumbs up to the camera under cover of darkness. He studies the picture for a long while, a cold smile coming over his features.

It’s not the personal trainer this time but a hotel employee, judging by the name tag. Ransom expands the picture to look closer.

”Colin,” he says to himself, saving the picture to his phone. “What were you doing with my wife, hmm?”

Pulling himself out of bed, he heads to the shower, thinking just how he’ll get all the answers to his questions.

He’ll go right to the source.

[cottagecheese1]

unhinged worlds 4

summary: A few years after your father died, your mother marries a new man, to you having a new family meant new beginnings, but what happens when your new beginning comes spiraling apart just because of the people that made them.

paring: dark stepdad Andy Barber x reader x dark dbf Lloyd Hansen x reader x dark stepbrother Johnny storm x reader x dark bbf Colin Shea. warnings- (DDLG undertones) stepcest, Johnny is NOT Andy's biological father, he is the adopted son. smut, do not engage if you are uncomfortable with any of the following, spanking, blackmail, p in v, edging, thigh riding, oral, fingering.

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Another day, that's what you always seem to think when you wake up and the sun burns through your eyelids, when the seemingly 8 hours of sleep comes to an end, but this morning just seemed worse than the other ones. Mostly because you knew and dreaded what was coming as Andy grumbled, and pulled you tighter to his bare chest as he tried to hide away from the sun peaking through the blinds.

As you laid there stiff, scared, and a bit shocked at the previous night activities circulated through your head, but one seemed to never stop nagging you. You close your eyes and furrow your eyebrows thoughtlessly, as you recall the conversation the night before that Andy had brought up, and had desperately scared you when he mentioned a man named Lloyd. Who was this man? Your heartbeat quickens at the thought of another man coming in with the intentions of the men who were supposed to love, and protect you when your mother went away.

Andy grumbles and tosses around some more and you tense up and mentally curse yourself, secretly hoping for some more time with your thoughts, as you sigh in defeat and hear stomping and kitchen drawers being pulled open roughly. Andy groans and you feel him lean over the top of your head and pepper kisses all over the side of your face with a hum, while he strokes your sweater covered arm with a smug smile.

“Morning' honey..how did you sleep babygirl?” Andy says with a deep rumble as he strokes a stray piece of hair away from your face when you refuse to look at him.

You pause for a moment and your real response races through your head, scared, worried, afraid. Knowing that's not an answer he’d accept you sigh, “Fine.”

He looks at you with a little irritation when you cut him a short answer, and he sighs with annoyance, “Honey..I know you're angry, but you better knock the attitude off before I do..”

Andy grabs your face roughly, forcing you to look at him and his expression softens, “Daddy loves you sweetheart, but the last thing I wanna do is punish you first thing in the morning. Especially when we have a guest coming over today”, he smiles softly and loosens the grip on your cheeks slightly.

You nod slowly, and you notice how quickly his temper rises and falls within all of 40 seconds. You force yourself to give a small smile and sit up slowly. Not wanting to provoke the larger man in some way, your mouth feels dry and croaky as you open your mouth to suggest something, “we should..”, but the words get caught in your throat and you manage to force them out anyway, “we should get some breakfast..”

Andy chuckles and leans in closer, inches away from your face and pushes you back down flat to the mattress, “ah, give me a kiss first and we can go eat..” he smiles smugly and brushes your hair back.

Chills seem to run up your spine and you swallow nervously, while managing to keep your small smile, you lean up slowly to press a small kiss to his lips. Before you can pull back Andy grabs the back of your head gently with a bit of roughness, as he deepens the kiss and manages to slide his tongue in while he hums in contentment. Your eyes widen and attempt to push him away as you plant your hands on either side of his broad shoulders, and after a moment of him enduring your struggle, Andy finally pulls away with a chuckle while leaning over you.

“Just having some fun honey..no need to act like that”, Andy winks with a smile and lets you sit up. He gets out of bed, watching him throw on a plain white T-shirt with some gray sweatpants, and you both hear a knock on the door.

“Hey! Can you two hurry up already..Lloyds been bitching about wanting to see her already”, You furrow your eyebrows and what you can make out to be Johnny on the other side of the door, and then you realize that the man you’ve been scared to meet is on the other side of the room.

You glance over to Andy and he rolls his eyes while he lets out a huff, “tell him to hold on..! And that he’s in my house” he yells loud enough to where Johnny can hear, and Andy glances over at you while walking over to your side of the bed, then kneeling down to grip your hands in his larger ones as he stares into your worried expression, “I know your scared honey, and trust me. I was gonna talk to you about this, but he came earlier than expected, so all you need to do is be a good girl..can you do that for Daddy?” he says softly and for a moment you feel safe.

You nod your head and get up out of bed, in only Andy’s sweater and panties. Before you look at the door nervously and you glance behind you to see Andy's hands on your shoulders softly as he smiles down at you, “um..can I get some shorts.? Or pants would be ok to..” You say nervously.

Andy hums softly and nods, before looking down at your bare legs and panty clad ass in front of him, “of course honey..I don’t want anyone else seeing that pretty ass first thing in the morning either..” he winks before pulling out a pair of shorts that he seemed to take from your room, and you sigh in relief as he hands them to you.

Taking the shorts eagerly, you slide them on quickly as Andy watches you hungrily. A twitch to his cock makes him groan a bit when you bend over, his disappointment shows when you stand back up, turning back around to look at him and he gives a hum in contentment while motioning you out the door, which leads straight into the kitchen.

You turn the door handle and push the door open in unwanted anticipation. You feel Andy push you further out the door like you were a scared puppy, and he leans down to whisper slowly into your ear, “Remember to be a good girl..” a shiver runs through your spine and you nod.

“Morning sweetheart, you got a special someone who wants to see you..” Colin teases you playfully before Johnny elbows him in the side, before smiling at you with a bit of a mischievous glint to his eyes.

You try to ignore the two men standing in the kitchen before you see a taller man walk from behind the two boys, and you feel Andy's grip tighten on your hips as the man walks closer. He smiles down at you and pulls you roughly away from Andy with a laugh, “There's my pumpkin.! Oh look at you, such a cutie..gotta nice ass too”, the man known as Lloyd pulls you into his chest and gropes your ass playfully.

The mustached man leads you into the living room, and you can faintly hear Andy groan in the back while the laughter of Johnny and Colin stop. Lloyd sits down on the couch and pulls you roughly onto his lap, “Oh come to daddy pumpkin.. I just couldn’t wait to see you sugar, I know you're tired of these fucker-”, Lloyd gets cut off by hands grunt.

“I’m daddy, you moron..why didn’t you tell me you were coming this early?” Andy says with irritation, and Lloyd just shoots Andy an amused grin while pulling you closer into him and pressing a soft kiss on your cheek, which confuses you.

“Then I can be daddy when you're not around dickhead..like I said I was saying, I just couldn’t wait to see my pumpkin so I wanted to get here as early as possible..how about you sugar? You wanna ride in daddy's private jet? I think you do..” Lloyd coos at you as he grabs your cheeks teasingly, before Johnny scoffs behind him.

“She’s not going anywhere with you..let alone back to wherever you came from” Johnny states with a little humor in his voice, and you shuffle awkwardly on his lap. They aren’t actually gonna let his weirdo take you home with him right?

Andy immediately pipes into the conversation and waves his hand in a dismissing motion, “no, no, no..your not taking her anywhere with you, let alone on a plane or since I’m already pissed off at you” he says sternly while crossing his arms, and you just decide to stay put and listen.

“Oh stop being a little bitch, I’ll show her a good time..she behaves so well anyway” He scoffs for a minute before turning back to you with a teasing smile as you sit uncomfortably in his lap and look the other way.

Your actions seem to make a rise out of him and he grabs you face to make you look at him, and his hand wonders under your shirt until he pinches your nipples, and you jolt a bit and whine which seems to make everyone chuckle except for Andy, “Such a good girl..quiet as a mouse to aren’t you pumpkin? You haven’t even said a word to me yet”, he smiles and caresses your cheek softly, and you whine when he pinches your peaked nipples much rougher this time.

Colin seems to laugh at that and join in, “She's shy..barely even said more than a few sentences to us, not to mention how pretty she was whining. Desperate to cum when her pussy was getting some special kisses isn't that right baby?” Colin teases you relentlessly as his mocking tone makes you put your head down in embarrassment.

Lloyd Laughs at your shyness, and everyone seems to laugh along, including Andy. Lloyd tilts your chin up to look at him and runs his thumb over your bottom lip, before he slides his hand down your flimsy shorts and you whimper, looking at Andy for some kind of help but he just groans in amusement and adjusts the bulge in his sweatpants. As does everyone else and you can’t help but feel like you're being used. Mocked.

“Is that right pumpkin? Well you're shy now but you won’t be once I give you some special attention..daddy will make sure to spoil his princess” Lloyd teases and rubs your damp pussy through your cotton panties and you let out a soft moan and lean back against him.

“That's right baby girl..nothing wrong with a little attention, you like it don’t you?” Lloyd whispers lowly into your ear as you feel his thick fingers slide past your panties and you squeeze your thighs together in unwanted pleasure, as the others behind you groan in pleasure and you feel your climax coming closer than ever.

You grid against Lloyds fingers needily and let out shameless soft moans as he rubs quick small circles on your clit while he smiles at your neediness. “Thats it pumpkin..I know your close, go ahead and cum” he says deeply and you feel the coil in your lower stomach unravel and you let out a moan and slump back against Lloyd, as he takes his fingers covered in your juices and sucks them clean while the others smile and look down at you with lust and desire as your eyes are half lidded in pleasure, Andy chuckles.

“That was real sweet baby, but way more where that came from...”, Andy says darkly while Lloyd lays your back on the couch, and suddenly your back where you started out.

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𖤐The Witch Next Door𖤐

Paring: Colin Shea x Female Reader

Warning: (Tell me if I miss something)

Date: May 18 2025

Autors Note: Been a while I don't write, I know but I came with this idea so let's go.

Chapter One: The Rockstar Next Door

𖤐 Part 2 𖤐

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I was putting a few boxes inside of my new apartment then I heard a voice. "Hey, Wassup?". I turned to see a guy, wide showers, clean shaved face, jeans, a shirt written "trouble", blonde strands, nice blue eyes, attractive lips..

"Oh hey, we're neighbors now", i said, pulling a strand of my hair behind my ear.

"You moved next door? If I knew, I'd help You." He said while approaching me

"No it's alright, I'm just going to unpack some left boxes."

"Need some company? I could help you unpack if you want." He leans against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest. "Or you could just take a break and have some coffee with me. I just made a fresh pot." He smiled and I laughed softly "That's a flirty comment what I just heard..?"

"Maybe a little. But seriously, the coffee is really good. I don't want you to think I'm just trying to hit on you... well, okay maybe a little bit. But mostly I just want to be neighborly and help out. So what do you say? Coffee break?"

I bite my lower lip looking at him before nodding sightly. "Alright, lemme change.."

Inside of my apartment, I wear denim shorts and a short blouse that exposes my middle, I tie up my long hair into a messy bun then I cross the corridor, knocking his door. Colin opened the door with a small smile, his eyes briefly flick downwards before meeting my gaze "Damn... I mean..." He catches himself and grins "Come on in. Coffee's ready" He steps back to let me in, already enjoying the sight of my revealed midriff. Caughting his gaze, I giggled "Baby, my eyes are on my face." He looks around with a sense of pride "Yeah, I like to think so." He gestures to the counter where the coffee is. "Have a seat. I'll grab the mugs." As he turns to get them, he can't help but steal another glance at my exposed stomach. "Damn..."

"By the way, I'm Angeline, but you can call me Angie or Angel." Softly, he caught my eye in the mirror above the counter "Ah, I like Angel better." He sets two mugs down and pours the coffee, adding a bit of cream and sugar to his before sliding one over to you. "I'm Colin, but you already knew that."

I drank a little sip of the coffee, looking at him. "So tell me about you." He smiled and leaned against the counter, taking a sip of his coffee.

"Huh I'm 24 years old, with a vet degree, questionable impulse control, and a cat who thinks she’s queen of hell, my mom thinks she's a gypsy and I never been on a single place for so long.. Now tell me about you"

Well, Angel, what do you want to know? I'm pretty straightforward," He pauses, thinking for a moment. "I'm 28, born and raised here. I work in a band—it keeps me busy and active."

We're interrupted by a few scratches on his door and I got up quickly, opening his door to my little queen, Nyx aka my black cat, I crouched down to scoop her on my arms. "It's my little girl, Nyxen.. let she smell you, she'll let you know if she likes you"

Carefully he extends his hand towards Nyx, watching her body language closely. She sniffs his fingers, then suddenly boops his hand with her head, making him laugh softly. He strokes her black fur carefully. "She's beautiful." He watches as she nuzzles back into your neck possessively.

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On the next day, If someone had told me that moving into a tiny apartment with weird plumbing and questionable wallpaper would lead to me standing in the living room of a half-naked man with a guitar and an attitude—I would’ve packed faster.

Colin Shea leaned against his kitchen counter like he owned the building. Which, judging by the way he casually sipped his beer and arched that annoyingly hot eyebrow at me, maybe he did. He wore a fitted black T-shirt that hugged his arms way too well and jeans that had definitely seen some nights they weren’t supposed to. Dangerous, charming, and barefoot. Of course.

“Want a drink?” he asked, like we were old friends and not two people who had just awkwardly bumped into each other in the hallway and bonded over my cat hissing at his shoes.

I leaned back against the doorframe and gave him my best smirk. “Depends. Do you have something that doesn’t taste like regret and bad decisions?”

He tilted his head. “You don’t strike me as the type who avoids bad decisions.”

Touché.

Nyx had made herself comfortable on the armrest of his couch, like she owned the place now. Typical.

I crossed the room and plopped down next to her, smoothing my sundress under me and letting my heeled combat boots thump loudly against the hardwood. Colin’s eyes flicked down to my legs—yeah, I saw that—but he was smart enough not to comment. Yet.

“So, vet school, huh?” he said, tossing me a soda. “That’s hot.”

I cracked it open. “Dead fish breath and anal gland expressions? Total aphrodisiac.”

He laughed, the real kind, the kind that comes from your stomach. “Guess I’ll have to step up my game then. What made you choose animals over people?”

I shrugged, sipping my drink. “Animals are honest. If they bite you, they mean it. People? They smile while they’re sharpening the knife.”

He nodded like he got it. “Fair enough.”

“And you?” I asked, eyeing the guitar in the corner. “What exactly do you do? Besides look like trouble.”

“I avoid commitment. And pants. I’m good at both,” he said with that crooked grin that probably had a body count.

“You forgot dodging ex-girlfriends,” I teased.

“Hey, that’s a full-time job.”

We fell into a weird, easy silence. The kind that usually only comes after midnight or after you’ve known someone for years. But here we were, two semi-strangers with a shared wall and too much chemistry.

“You’re not what I expected,” I admitted quietly.

He looked over, something soft flickering in those sharp blue eyes. “Neither are you.”

And just like that, I wasn’t thinking about noisy plumbing or my mom’s postcards from Morocco. I was thinking about how dangerously close we were sitting. About how his gaze lingered on my lips just a second too long. About how this wasn’t supposed to happen.

Suddenly, an idea strikes him. "Can I ask you something?" His voice is casual, but his eyes are curious. "Personal question."

"You'll ask if I have a boyfriend..?" I cutted, asking with a smirk, making myself comfortable again on the couch as Nyx jumped down and immediately curled up on his throw blanket like she paid rent there. Caught off guard by my directness. He runs a hand through his messy hair. "Yeah, actually. That's exactly what I was gonna ask." He leans against the counter again, genuinely curious. "No ring on your finger or boyfriend pictures around..."

"I'm single, handsome"

He raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Handsome, huh?" He chuckles softly, feeling a bit more confident now that he knows I'm single. He pushes off from the counter and walks closer to me, stopping near the couch where Nyx is curled up comfortably.

"I mean, single.. unless you count my vibrators but even them are getting tired."

Colin laughs out loud at my blunt response, finding my attitude incredibly attractive. "Damn, girl," He mutters, shaking his head playfully. He bites his bottom lip, considering you for a moment. "So, you're telling me you haven't had a boyfriend in a while? And you're always this straight?"

"Nope, and I'm like this only with men who look like trouble and smell like sin," I replied, kicking my booted feet up on his coffee table. "You qualify on both counts."

His smirk widens into a full-blown grin, clearly enjoying my directness and the compliment. He leans down slightly, resting his hands on the back of the couch behind me. "Is that so?" He takes a moment to let the tension build, enjoying the flirtatious banter.

"Uhumm.. maybe you're used to girls playing hard to get but most girls haven’t been raised by a Brazilian mother with three ex-husbands and a tarot deck. I don’t do games. I do honesty. And combat boots.. and sex sounds nice too."

He laughed deeply, the sound rumbling in his chest. He leans even closer, his breath warm as he's really closer to you as he whispers, "Fuck, I like you.. you're a menace." He pauses for a moment, letting the words hang in the air.

“And yet,” I gestured to Nyx, now sprawled like royalty on his couch, “my cat likes you. Which means you might be worth it.”

Colin leaned a little closer, voice dropping just enough to make my stomach do something stupid. “What about you? Do you like me?”

I met his eyes, slowly and deliberately. “I don’t know yet.”

And for once, Colin Shea didn’t have a clever comeback.

He stands up straight, his tall frame towering over you. He runs a hand through his messy hair again, a habit you're starting to find incredibly attractive. He bites his bottom lip, debating something internally. Suddenly, he decides. "You know what?"

"Tell me"

"I've got a question for you." His tone drops to a lower, more intimate register, and he leans in slightly closer. "You said sex sounds nice... do you always tell men your... needs so directly?" He keeps eye contact, clearly enjoying this banter way more than he should be.

"Only when they look like they can handle it," I said tilting my head with a smirk. "Can you?"

His eyes darken with desire and confidence. He steps even closer, his face inches from yours. "Oh, I can handle it." He pauses, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I can give you exactly what you need. Rough, dirty, no games." Nyx let out a little meow then, like she was scolding us for the rising tension, or maybe just pissed she wasn’t the center of attention anymore and I giggled, bitting my lower lip.

He chuckles softly, breaking the intense moment with a smile as he glances at Nyx. "Even your cat thinks we're being too intense." He straightens up, running a hand through his hair again. "Though I gotta say... that giggle did something to me." He paused, swallowing dry.

"Well, relax, if she hasn’t hissed yet, you’re doing fine."

He watches you throw your legs back up on his coffee table, his eyes dropping to your body unconsciously. He realizes something and grins mischievously. "Can I ask you something serious? And answer honestly?" He waits for your nod before continuing softly, "How many guys have you slept with?" He knows it's a personal question, but he's genuinely curious. Your blunt attitude makes him think you won't sugar coat it. "You don't have to round down."

I frowned softly, sightly amused "This really matter to you or it's just a genuine curiosity?"

He crosses his arms casually, leaning against the wall across from you. "Just curious. No judgment - honest." His expression shows genuine interest, not possessiveness. "Plus..." He smirks slightly. "I'm trying to gauge how fucking lucky those other guys were."

"Huh.. a few, six, I guess but most casual, I don't even remember their names" I shrugged simple. He nods slowly, processing this. For some reason, he finds your honesty incredibly sexy. "I'm probably going to disappoint you with my answer, but I've only been with..." He hesitates slightly, then meets your eyes directly. "Five. Though I remember every single one."

"I don't mind, Colin"

"Good." He pushes off the wall and walks over to you, crouching down in front of you so you're at eye level. "Because I have a feeling I'm going to be adding a seventh to my list very, very soon. And I definitely won't forget your name."

Bitting my lower lip, I shrugged, looking teasefully at him "We keep talking. Maybe I let you walk me back to my apartment later or vice versa. I may crawl into your sheets at night if you accidentally let your door unlocked. Maybe I don’t. Maybe we stay here and see how long you can handle not kissing me.." He chuckles, standing up and walking back to his spot against the wall, maintaining that safe distance. "Alright then... let's see how long I can resist those lips." He settles in, crossing his arms again with a playful smirk. "You know what we should do?"

"I'm accepting suggestions" I said and he grins, pushing off from the wall to grab a couple of beers from his fridge. He tosses one to me and keeps one for himself, popping the top open with a hiss. "We should play a game." He takes a swig while I smiled, unlacing my boots to take them off.

He watches while I kick off my boots, his eyes flicking back up to yours with a smirk. "Good. Alright, here are the rules." He takes another sip of his beer, setting it down on the counter. "We take turns asking each other questions. No lying, no dodging. Any type of questions. Personal, stupid, whatever. But if you don't want to answer something, just say so and we move on." He leans against the counter, crossing his ankles casually. "And since I'm a gentleman," He smirks, "you can go first."

I giggled, sitting on lotus pose on his couch. "Alright, how long since last time you been with someone? Kissing, fucking or anything"

He grins at your position on the floor, your tank top riding up slightly. He swallows hard before answering honestly. "Five months. No kissing, no sex. Just a quick blowjob." He watches you laugh softly, then adds, "How many guys have you hooked up with in the past year?" He watches you carefully. He knows you won't lie. He also knows your honesty will probably make him hard. Again. "Be specific. One night stands, makeouts, everything."

"Past year, just one, meet me at club, coincidence or not, just making out and a quick blowjob."

His jaw tightens slightly. He likes your honesty. He likes that you didn't sleep around much. He also realizes that your past behavior aligns with his - casual, no emotions, no repeats. He swallows hard before his next question. "Do you swallow..?"

I chuckled loud before smirking "Yes, I do.."

Then his dick twitches at your confident answer. Fuck. He was burning inside.

[lives-in-midgard]

Christmas fic Recommendation

On this Masterlist you can find some of my favorite Christmas themed fics I've read. Let's show those amazing writers some love and enjoy their storys.

If you would like to check out the Christmas one shots that I wrote click here.

Bucky Barnes:

Christmas miracle by @buckys-wintersoldier

Christmas Tree Farm by @bucky-barnes-diaries

Daughter’s First Snowfall by @sergeantbarnessdoll

Decorating The Christmas Tree by @sergeantbarnessdoll

Christmas Magic by @obsessedwithseb

Finding the Christmas Spirit by @mrsbuckybarnes1917

Snowman by @mrsbarnesblog

Holiday Treats by @im-a-marvel-ous-hoe

Mistletoe by @sergeantbarnessdoll

Steve Rogers:

Forever yours by @nicoline1998enilocin

Dough fight by @buckys-wintersoldier

Loki:

Advent Season by @lokisbiiiitch1993

Mistletoe Magic by @lokisbiiiitch1993

Natasha Romanoff:

Holiday Spirit by @yelenasdiary

Secret Santa by @romanoffshouse

Colin Shea:

Christmas tree accident by @buckys-wintersoldier

Chris Evans:

Christmas Goats by @buckys-wintersoldier

Making cookies with Chris by @cevansbaby-dove

[gremlin-girly]

Okay, so to scratch the itch in my little gremlin brain I have another poll for you.

I know the next installment for the Green collection is Bucky... But I have three ideas I'm playing around with in my drafts. And instead of titles I'm giving the characters :)

[callalillywrites]

Fluff Bingo Masterlist

Hosted by Flufftober

Like the other bingos, I'm going to try and knock all of these out in some way.

All characters are currently assigned to specific prompts though they are subject to change.

*Steve Rogers and Stucky won't be participating in this bingo since they each have their own dedicated to them at the moment. Maybe the next bingo they can join. 😊

**E5 is changing from Movie AU to Sleepy Hug. Free Space will be Going for a Walk.

All characters listed below will be featured with a female reader unless otherwise specified.

See Main Masterlist for other characters and more AUs.

Sam Wilson

C3 - Free Space (Going for a Walk) -

E2 - Pep Talk -

Jake Jensen

B2 - Plushie - Beary Perfect Replicas

established relationship; specially made gifts; so much fluff; implied smut

B3 - Secret Signal -

Curtis Everett

A4 - Creature AU - Full Moon Festival

established relationship; first festival prep; werewolf!Curtis x witch!Reader (female)

E1 - Hanahaki -

Ransom Drysdale

B4 - "You'll love it." -

D2 - Royal AU -

Frank Adler

C1 - Hidden (...) -

D3 - Missing the Other - In Need of a Distraction

fluff; platonic turned romantic; missing someone (Mary)

Ari Levinson

B1 - Exploring Together -

B5 - Late Night -

Colin Shea

D1 - "You're the best!" -

E4 - Hoodie -

Dennis Baker

A2 - To Do List -

C5 - Carnival -

Aaron Hotchner

A5 - "This was a bad idea." - Bad Idea Made Better

established relationship; surprise party for Rossi; super sweet ending

E3 - "I really mean it." -

Derek Morgan

C2 - "It's just so much." -

D5 - Rainbow -

Spencer Reid

A1 - Fresh Start -

A3 - Craft Fair - Henry's Matchmaking Efforts

meet-cute; Reader and Spencer are set up; mutual attraction

Ryan Wolfe

C4 - Fake Dating -

D4 - Never, ever, ever -

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Smile Like You Mean It 2

Warnings: non/dubcon, bullying, humiliation, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Colin Shea, Rafe Cameron (Professor AU)

Summary: you’re trying to grow up but you keep getting pushed back down.

Part of the Bad Professors AU

Note: Please leave some feedback and reblog <3 As always, I love to chat with you all. 

Your new dress isn’t quite new. Yet, it’s better than anything you brought from home. You can’t afford the designer looks but you found a nice dupe. You think. There was a tiktok of a similar outfit, though your vans don’t quite compliment the look. Well, how many people are going to be looking at your feet. Or looking at you. 

It’s too bad your new friend, Ash, had to rush off to get her books. You could have used the moral support and yet, it’s a bit too early to be inviting her places, isn’t it? And to think of it, Colin invited you, not anyone else. 

You check your phone as you walk across campus. Your tights do little against the cold and make your thighs itch. You clutch the strap of your purse, the fringe swaying with each step.  

You hear the party before you get to it. As you walk up, the windows glow against the backdrop of the evening and tiki torches are lit to light the folding tables of red cups and chips and other things. Some bounce balls into the cups as the guests already there cluster around and chatter at a blustering volume. 

You shrink at the precipice of the walk that divides the grass. Music pumps from within, churning in the air with the garbling voices. The front door is wide open as people come and go. You’re nearly knocked off your feet as two guys in the blue jackets brush past you. 

You exhale and make yourself go forward. You grip your phone tight and look down at the screen. You should text Colin and figure out where he is. You’re distracted from sending the message as you pass a girl being crushed by a guy against the siding.  

They make out sloppily, the girl seemingly helpless to his affections as he pens her in. She has her hands on his chest as he clamps her head tight. She wears corduroy skirt and puffy blouse. It’s not exactly cutting edge. 

You peek at the other guests. You prepared for tall blondes and gorgeous brunettes. All the other girls are pretty and yet they aren’t the lululemon, PSL-guzzling coeds you marvel at. They’re just like you... 

“Aubby!” The voice booms like thunder and centers your anxiety.  

You look at Colin with wide eyes as he approaches. Oh my. He’s wearing his jacket but no shirt under it. There are blue emblems painted on his buff chest. Your eyes skim the lines of his tight muscles.  

“There you are, baby doll,” he nears and drapes his arm across your shoulder. “You get a drink? You need a drink.” 

You let him take over easily. Your voice remains elusive. 

“See, I love that about you, Auburn. You’re so gentle and quiet. You let a man take control. Just the way it should be,” he squeezes you against him. “Fuck, I’m all over the place. Did I tell you that dress is hot as hell?” 

You look down and hug yourself. You don’t know that anyone ever complimented your clothes. There wasn’t really anything to like about them. Or you. 

“Let me give you a lay of the land...” he declares as he grabs a red cup from another table and hands it to you. You accept it as he claims on for himself. 

He walks you through the house, yapping about the fraternity and how they have pledges serving the drinks. You notice they don’t have jackets and are dressed in tight spandex shorts and feather boas. You try not to stare. 

You taste the beer. You don’t drink. You never saw the need for it. You always overheard the girls in English talking about getting lit and waking up face down but you were never in with them, and that didn’t really sound too fun. 

“Eh, there he is,” Colin booms and makes you flinch. “Rafe,” he lets you go to the dab up the other guy. He’s a bit more slender than Colin, his hair is longer and floppy, and his eyes look a bit sleepy. “Aubby, this is the best guy in the place. Rafe, this is Auburn... my date.” 

Date? Your eyes flicker. Is that what this is? 

“Uh... hi,” you force out and nearly cough. 

Rafe’s brows tilt and he looks at Colin, “she’s quiet,” the latter says.  

“Cute,” the other replies as he gives you a look up and down. “I been making the rounds. Making sure everyone’s cozy.” 

“Right, right,” Colin says. 

“Good turn out,” Rafe says. “Thing will get going soon.” 

“Sure, well, see ya round, we’re going to try to catch up,” Colin raises his cup and drains it. He turns you past Rafe and presses on. He swallows a belch, “hey, you need another?” 

You look down at your cup. You’ve barely had any. You shake your head. 

“Ah, babe, no problem. You take your time. Lots of beer to go around,” he assures you and waves his cup in the air. A pledge appears to switch it out. You’re embarrassed at all the nakedness. 

“How about we find somewhere quiet? Lots going on, right?” 

You nod. He directs you around a cluster of guys and girls. You get to the stairs and climb with him. He clings to your hand as he drags you down the hall and into a bedroom. He shuts the door and you’re relieved to have the cacophony blocked out. Then all at once, you’re nervous at the reality of being alone with him. 

“I really mean it, that dress looks good on you,” he lets you go and faces you as he bites his thumb, “you got a nice body.” 

You push your legs together and cradle your hot cheek. You slurp the beer before you squeak out a thank you. He smiles. 

“Come on,” he goes to the bed and hops on it. He sits against the head board and slaps the space next to him. You hesitate. “No funny business. I been on my feet all day. That’s it.” 

“Oh, okay,” you murmur. 

You go to the bed and climb up next to him. You put one leg over the other as you extend them and he wraps his arm around your shoulder once more. He pulls himself closer. He takes a drink then puts his cup on the table at his other side. 

“Are you a freshman?” He asks. You nod. “Ah, makes sense. Well, that makes you special. Freshman don’t often get in at Delta.” 

“Really,” you say behind the brim of the cup. 

“Well, baby, I knew you were special when I saw you,” he trails his fingers along your thigh and you twitch in surprise. 

“Special?” 

“Yeah, you’re not like other girls. You’re just you. I like that.” He purrs as his other hand rubs your shoulder. “And you’re pretty as all hell.” 

You stare at him, burning to the core. You’ve never been this close to a guy. Never had them being so touchy or sweet. It’s overwhelming. 

“I’m sorry to be a fucking simp but can I kiss you?” He rasps, “I been thinking of it all day.” 

“Kiss?” You echo. “Umm...” 

He gently retracts his hand and grips the cup in your hand. He dislodges it and reaches to set it with his. He turns you again and caresses your cheek. 

“Just a kiss, babe? Please?” 

You stare at him. You are on fire. You can’t speak. Not enough to say no. So, you nod.  

Today has been a day of firsts. Your first friend, your first kiss. It’s the first day of an amazing year, you can feel it. 

[jamneuromain]

JAMMY'S 500 Followers Celebration

Thank you all for achieving this milestone. My thanks and appreciation are beyond words at this point (//∇//)

In light of this achievement, I'm starting my first celebration ever. Rules are as follows⬇️

🙈 [I don't write hardcore BDSM, or elements such as incest or bestiality]👈

🕓 The time limit for sending in requests for this celebration event is 11/23-12/23👈

✍ Select two or three from my most commonly used emojis + a cevans character and send them to my inbox. I'll start writing the one-shot based on how these emojis could form a story.👈

So slip into my inbox, anon or not, and send a little something that you'd like to read! 😌❤️ (I'm also working on a few asks on AWOB sry it's taking so long😭)

Questions? Comments? Requests? 👉Send them to my inbox👂

Ticking-bomb: Curtis wants his cream, and he doesn't mean the cream on the cake.

Bad B*tch: Jake is in a tough spot with a terrible person around. You choose to be the bitch and snap him out of it.

Payback Time: Ransom is getting his payback for you, public enemy No.1.

Hearty-eyes: You are sure you can't be heard, or at least, understood when you thirst over coach Ari Levinson in your native language.

Take Care: Lloyd is going to take care of you.

Not Him: You met someone unexpected, your ex, Steve, on your way to your class. What's the worst that could happen? Answer: Andy happened.

Disguise: It's your first mission, and Captain America has told you to disguise yourself. You've followed that order to a "T".

[darkmasterlistyouneveraskedfor]

Crushed Masterlist

Summary: Your next door neighbours hook up, bringing to surface deep-seated feelings. (Colin Shea, Jonathan Pine)

Status: In Progress

Part 1

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Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12

Part 13

Part 14

Part 15

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Part 17

Part 18

Part 19

Part 20

[cottagecheese1]

Hey, I wanna start by saying I love your work.

My guilt pleasure is your Unhinged Worlds series. A lot of Chris Evan’s characters don’t get much attention and I love that you cater to all and the spice is just amazing.

My request is if we could get more Johnny Storm x reader smut fics. Either outside of the series with a Friends with Benefits types situation where the reader has to be all serious with the avengers and Steve and so they go to Johnny when they wanna blow off some steam (or make some 😏) and they have have together but also smutty. Or if it’s within the Unhinged Worlds series maybe a standalone chapter with just Step Brother!Johnny and the reader, like after everything that’s happened he gets a bit jealous/possessive and while everyone else is out decides to fuck them ‘the right way’ and ravishes them with some extra hidden emotions, like he says sweet things while ruining them physically.

Idk, my brain has gone to a filthy place and your writing is just so good. Feel free to take your own way cause it’s your writing after all but I just need me some more Johnny smut, he needs some more appreciation.

Thank you so much, we love you.

unhinged words 5

a/n: I wanted you to know that your request motivated me to keep writing this series :) I just didn't think people were reading it, thank you! And I also agree, not too many good Johnny reads out there!

summary: A few years after your father died, your mother marries a new man, to you having a new family meant new beginnings, but what happens when your new beginning comes spiraling apart just because of the people that made them.

paring: dark stepdad Andy Barber x reader x dark dbf Lloyd Hansen x reader x dark stepbrother Johnny storm x reader x dark bbf Colin Shea. warnings- (DDLG undertones) stepcest, Johnny is NOT Andy's biological father, he is the adopted son. smut, do not engage if you are uncomfortable with any of the following, spanking, blackmail, p in v, edging, thigh riding, oral, fingering.

Series master list right here

Another day you have to go through this. Another day except you lay in the guest bedroom with Lloyds arm draped around your waist, his breathing light as his bare chest is pressed to your back. You sigh, but at least you finally have a moment to yourself. You think as you slowly roll onto your back, desperately hoping not to wake the sleeping man beside you. Lloyd groans as he feels you shift under his embrace, and he nuzzles into the crook of your neck, you feel his breath on your neck. It's annoying in a way, with your mind racing and with no way out at 7:00 in the morning.

You feel his arm tighten around you as he lets out a small huff, you glance over and see his eyes flutter open. He leans over a bit to press a small kiss to your temple and you swallow nervously, with your heart racing as his lips curve up in a small smile, his expression looking more than awake now.

Lloyd hums in amusement at your expression and leans a bit more over you, “morning pumpkin, I’m surprised you’re up this early..I did wear you out nicely last night didn’t I?”, he jokes as you cringe at his dirty reference.

You can’t help but scoff at the cheesiness of his words, which doesn’t seem to pass him easily as he suddenly grabs your face, forcing your lips into a pout. Lloyd strokes your cheek softly and chuckles gruffly, his morning voice still slightly present, “What? Not in the mood for a joke princess? That's alright, you're probably just hangry hm?.”, your stomach seems to grumble on cue, and you push his hand off your face with a whine, already frustrated by his teasing.

He laughs and gives you a playful scolding look, “aw, that's not very nice now is it princess? How about you use your words like a big girl, so we can start this day off on a good note.” You sit silently in protest, but your stomach speaks loudly to you. He smiles smugly and lays back against the pillows, “Or, we can sit here for as long as I like until you use that pretty voice”, you sit up and look at your chipped nail polish in a silent thought. Should you break? Give him what he wants so he knows you're weak?

You sit in thought, but your need for food takes your mind over as you sigh in defeat, looking over at Lloyd hesitantly, “Can we please go get some food.?” You state rather softly, and he perks up in amusement at your voiced request.

He sighs dramatically and reaches over to tuck a stray piece of hair out of your face, “We can..but I deserve a kiss first don’t I? For being so patient, since you were acting like a complete brat”, you sigh and close your eyes, not understanding why you guys can’t eat first and deal with this later. Slowly you lean over and press a small kiss to his cheek, but he pulls back with a laugh and a head shake, “now I said a kiss sugar. Not a cute little peck on the cheek, try again or I’ll teach you the right way.” He states more firmly, which makes you lean in a bit more hesitantly as you rest your hands on his broad shoulders and press your lips against his this time. In a hope he won’t make you do it again.

He puts his hand on the back of your head, pushing you deeper into the kiss as you let out a small whimper. You can’t help but melt into the kiss a bit as he supports your head gently and presses your body against his in a silent want. He pulls away and presses his lips against your forehead softly in satisfaction, “good girl, see? It wasn’t that bad now was it?”, you nod slowly as your cheeks flush at his pet name.

He hums in acceptance at your silent answer as he gets another quick glance at you before reaching over to grab his shirt to pull it over your head. You put your arms through the holes and turn away from him to get out of bed on weak legs, and get your shorts from yesterday off the floor. As you slide them up your legs, Lloyd comes up behind you and grips your hips gently as he pulls you against him, and leans down to pepper kisses on your neck gently which makes you shiver.

You walk through the door, and through the hallway, entering the kitchen. Lloyd follows behind you and you look up to see everyone doing their daily tasks until you two make your appearance, Andy perks up at the entrance and he chuckles, “Looks like you two are finally up..did you have fun honey?” He asks condescendingly as Lloyd walks past you to the fridge. You scoff a bit and look the other way, which doesn’t go unnoticed by him, he walks over slowly and tilts your chin up, “I’m not gonna be so nice next time you give me attitude, so how about you start behaving now hm?” you swallow nervously and nod slowly as your lips part slightly, “sorry..I..It was alright I guess” That was a lie. You hated every second in that room with Lloyd, but you couldn’t say that.

Right as Andy is fixing to respond, Johnny prances over with a smug smile and wraps his arm around your shoulder. This action weirdly made you feel a bit better, especially when Andy towers over you. Johnny hums, “why don’t you spend the day with me sweetheart, besides, everyones leaving this morning and it’ll just be me and you” Andy rolls his eyes at Johnny's words, looking at both of you before sighing, “Well, your not wrong, I have to go to work, and Lloyd is coming with me so it’ll just be you two”

I mentally sigh in relief and Andy leans in to kiss your forehead, “Be a good girl and listen to Johnny..” he then turns to look at Johnny, “you too, behave.” He chuckles and nods, pulling you closer to him, “Oh, we will..won’t we sweetheart?” You gulp and nod, forcing yourself to give a soft smile. At that Andy smiles in satisfaction and takes his leave out the front door, along with Lloyd following behind.

Johnny turns towards you and his eyes darken a bit, you take a step back and he follows right with you, he sighs dramatically, “You know..I’ve wanted you all to myself for so, so long and this is finally my chance. Those assholes can’t take you away from me now” You whimper at his words and keep backing up until you feel your back hit the wall, and he chuckles darkly while blocking you right against him.

He leans in closer and presses gentle but rough kisses on your neck, biting and marking you in the process. You try to look away while your voice cracks, “please don’t hurt me..” you plead softly. Johnny laughs and shakes his head, his lips right against your ear, “Oh no, no baby, the last thing I’m gonna do is hurt you tonight. I’m gonna fuck so good, but I’ll be nice and gentle, because I know thats exactly how my precious little angel likes it.” He coos mockingly and your cheeks can’t help but flush at his crude words.

“You're so cute you know that? I hate when those assholes treat you like a thrown around toy..but maybe I just want you all to myself you know?” He says more to himself than you, but still you gasp and keep quiet. He leans in to kiss you passionately and slowly leads you to his bedroom, taking your shirt off and groping your chest roughly as you whine at the sensitive pressure.

He lays you down gently on the bed as he pulls his sweatpants down, you glance down to see his thick cock bobbing against his stomach and you get a bit nervous. Johnny sees your expression and chuckles, “I know it's nothing you're used to but I told you I would take care of you angel, we’ll go slow okay?” His words make you feel a bit better as you nod, he moves his thigh between your legs to spread them apart.

You take a deep breath as he slowly inserts myself inside you, he groans in pleasure as tears brim in your eyes from the burning stretch from his cock. Johnny looks down at you and leans down to coo and wipe your tears gently, “Shh, it's okay Angel, it’ll feel good in a minute just give it time..You're being so good for me you know that?” You take a deep breath and nuzzle your face into his neck, his thrusts become a bit faster and deep. The pain slowly fades away and you let out a soft moan.

He smiles and pants a bit more as he groans in pleasure when he feels you squeeze around his cock, “Holy shit..you feel like heaven baby, I’m gonna keep you all to myself. Take you away from this place and fuck you whenever I want, because your mine. Hear that? Say it. Say your mine.” At this point the coil in your lower abdomen is slowly coming undone, and you moan loudly as your eyes roll back in pleasure.

“I’m yours! I’m all yours just please let me cum..” You plead desperately and Johnny moans in pleasure at your words as he comes closer to his release, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum angel..you want me to fill you up hm? Stuff you full so I can steal you away, so you can have my babies and take care of me? You’d fucking love that wouldn’t you?” His dirty words only make you whine in satisfaction as you finally unravel around him, gushing around his cock as he rocks into you, chasing his own release.

He slumps against you and you wrap your arms around him as he pants in satisfaction, “Good girl..that was amazing, you did so good for me too.” He praises you as you stop to catch your breath, the air lingers with sweat and sex, but you actually don’t seem to mind. Actually you seemed to enjoy this way more than you did with anyone else.

Johnny rolls next to you and pulls you to his chest, and you relax against him, for once you actually felt comfortable with someone in this house and who knew it would be Johnny. He reaches down to stroke your hair softly as he hums, “This is nice..just me and you, and I don’t have to share you with anyone, fucking fantastic right?” He chuckles and you nod. I guess he was right, You had way more of an enjoyable experience with Johnny, then anyone else, maybe this wasn’t as bad as you thought it was.

At Least with Johnny. You snuggle into him, and he smiles softly at your affections, he kisses your forehead before getting out of bed and he turns to look at you, “I’m gonna go get you some water..don’t miss me too much, okay?” he winks playfully, and he can’t help but smile at his lighthearted banter. Maybe this wasn’t so bad after all.

[thereoncewasagirlnamedjane]

LOVE TASTES LIKE STRAWBERRIES.

PAIRING — baker!colin shea x patisserie f!reader

CONTENTS — one-shot; modern au; alternate universe—bakery; rivals in love; fluff; coarse language.

SUMMARY — You have a standing rivalry with the bakery across town, but you know what they say: there’s a thin line between love and hate. And despite how much you act like it, you don’t actually hate Colin Shea.

WORD COUNT — 3.3k

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“Hey, Princess!” 

You bite back a groan, trying to ignore it, hoping against hope that you were just hearing things. 

But then you hear it again. “Over here, your highness!” 

Finally, you turn towards the sound of the voice and are met with a pair of familiar blue eyes and that infuriating grin. Colin Shea jabs a thumb in the direction of your stall, the one right next to his, as it has been every year. 

Your biggest mistake was deciding to check out the competition after hearing there was a new contender in town. You saw the name of a bakery you didn’t recognize on the list of participants in that year’s spring fling festival. 

The event? A baking contest. The prize? $5,000 in cash and publicity for your store. Despite not winning that first year, the contest shone a spotlight on your shop, Queen of Tarts, and you saw a decent boost in sales in the month following the festival. Needless to say, you resolved to compete every year since. 

Rockin’ Rolls, the new bakery that opened up across town, was exactly like you expected: lots of natural light, bare white walls, gallon-sized jars full of flour and sugar lined up on shelves painted a light minty green, and wooden display cases that looked like they were handcrafted.

It was a quaint little place, and despite the sweet smell of fresh bread wafting out from the kitchen, their displays showcased a wide selection of breads, pastries, cakes, and pies. Evidently, they sold much more than just rolls. 

The owner of said establishment, however, was not at all what you expected… and you ended up, well, checking out the competition in a whole different way. 

Frustratingly handsome, easygoing boyish charm, and a sense of humour you’d find endearing if it didn’t belong to your sworn enemy, Colin was a pain in your ass but looked damn good while he was at it. Not only could he be charming, he was a master of bread. The first day you visited his bakery, you bought a loaf of brioche that was so rich, so buttery, yet so light and airy that it almost had you in tears. 

Your pride, though, kept you from going back for more. 

Because he was also absolutely insufferable. At first, you enjoyed the dose of healthy competition, the two of you always good-natured and lighthearted about it. The rivalry soon became an all-out feud, however, as it turned out both of you were frighteningly competitive… and very sore losers. 

Soon, Colin’s laidback attitude became a source of unending irritation, while he seemed to find your background—namely your rich parents—personally offensive. You’ve engaged in a yearly bake-off ever since, both your storefront windows featuring an actual tally squeaked on with marker. The winner threw obnoxiously smug celebration parties, tagging the loser in photos and videos posted on social media. 

“Aren’t you a little old for the name-calling, Shea?” You snark, taking in his slightly tousled hair and casual attire, a dark t-shirt smeared with flour and dark jeans torn at the knees. 

“Calm down. You know it suits you,” Colin replies mockingly. “Naive and privileged heiress, out here slumming it with us peasants.” 

“Don’t you know—” you say through gritted teeth as you set up your station. The proximity of your tents has both of your staff groaning in frustration, but neither of you are phased. “—that you shouldn’t ever tell a woman to ’calm down’ unless you want to get punched in the dick?”

“Aw, sweetheart, if you wanted to touch my dick that badly, why didn’t you just say so?” He smirks as he kneads his dough, the muscles in his arms bulging nicely with the effort. It takes every last ounce of willpower not to stare at them. 

“I’d rather be set on fire,” you mutter to yourself, lying through your teeth, rolling out your own pastry dough for your tart crusts. 

“And did I ever tell you how cute that name is? Queen of Tarts, how adorable,” he pouts, pointing a flour-covered finger to the sign hanging from your tent. His voice holds a slightly mocking tone, but you’re determined to let it slide off your back. 

“Yeah, so you should be calling me ’your majesty’ instead,” you sneer. 

“You haven’t earned that title yet, Princess. And your little strawberry tarts won’t be enough to win you that prize.” 

“My tarts were famous long before you showed up, I’ll have you know.” 

“For what, being a giant disappointment? That pastry is way too thin.” 

“I know what I’m doing. I was making these with my eyes closed while you were still learning how to proof bread!” 

“The weight of your custard is gonna break those things in half before anyone can even eat it. Not to mention all that fruit you’re about to pile on top.” 

“You know,” you shake your head, rolling out the chilled dough. “Someone ought to teach you a lesson.” 

“Yeah, you think you can teach a man like me?”  Colin grins, wiggling his eyebrows. “Silk sheets, candlelight… the gentle strains of Kenny G?”

“Ew, stop it.” 

“Why? Afraid you’d like it too much, rich girl?” 

“Ugh,” you groan in disgust, turning away to concentrate on your pastry. “Just you fucking wait. This is gonna be the best thing you’ve ever had, and then I’ll have you admit that you don’t know jack shit.” 

It occurs to you then that Colin has never actually had any of your pastries. All of the times you two had competed, not just in the festival, the two of you would automatically declare yourselves the winner—the rules be damned. And after the fact, while you couldn’t help but secretly partake in the loaves of freshly baked focaccia, ciabatta, and sourdough, Colin has never once touched the tarts you’ve so painstakingly made with love. 

The pastry Colin deemed too thin, you had down to a science, filled with smooth and creamy perfectly sweet custard. On top are strawberries you sliced so thin they could be arranged into the shape of a blooming flower, brushed with shiny red glaze, dusted with powdered sugar, and garnished with a few adorably tiny green leaves of apple mint. 

When you win the top prize this year, much to your satisfaction, the other staff at Rockin’ Rolls gladly grab at your famous confections, showering you with appreciative mmm’s and ahh’s. Colin, however, remains at his station, cleaning away and looking pouty as he usually did whenever you beat him at something. 

“Come now, Mr. Shea, don’t be a sore loser,” you tease, despite the fact that you were probably much worse, ignoring the way Colin noticeably bristle at the sound of your voice. You hand over a plate with a single strawberry tart placed gingerly on top of the white porcelain. “I’ll be generous and share my winning creations.” 

Generosity, sure. Deep down inside, way past the rivalry and annoyance, you held a reluctant respect for Colin. Despite his carefree attitude and sometimes crude jokes, the man is serious about yeast. He turns into a different man once he steps into the kitchen, his eyebrows knit together in concentration, all signs of the immature jokester you’ve come to know disappears. Or at least, pushed momentarily aside. 

His hands gently mold doughs into various shapes, handling them with such care that sometimes you didn’t recognize the baker in front of you. You remember that first taste of brioche, how that masterpiece had come from the heart of this giant man-child, and it was impossible not to admire Colin Shea the bread artisan. 

So, you wanted to know what he thought about what you could do. It was one thing to own a mildly successful business, but another thing entirely to share your creations with someone who knew what the whole process entailed. 

“I’m allergic, your highness,” Colin merely says, not even looking up as he wipes down his flour-dusted workstation. 

Your jaw drops. “What?” 

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, don’t you also have some cleaning up to do?” Colin glances over your shoulder to bark out orders to his staff, who quickly finish the rest of your tarts before going back to their stations. They give you friendly pats on the shoulder as they pass, showering you with more compliments, just as your staff does for them, like they all do every year regardless of the outcome of the competition and despite the childish rivalry of their bosses. 

Except you can’t enjoy it this time. You take back your plate, the dessert still intact, bringing it back to your own tent where you would pick at it for the rest of the festival until it was time to go home. 

Because you know for an undisputed fact that Colin is not, in fact, allergic to strawberries. 

He’d lied to your face.

You can handle the jokes, the snide remarks, and his mocking tone… but if there was one thing you wouldn’t ever let slide, it was dishonesty.

Colin says goodnight to the last of his part-timers as they head out the door of the shop. Everyone had piled into the van and helped him reload all their supplies back into their kitchen before heading home for the day, but he stays behind long after closing time. It’s nearly midnight, but he opens the fridge and pulls out a small yellow box. 

Queen of Tarts is written in loopy pink script, a little bejeweled crown hanging off the capital T. It’s a logo Colin knows well. One of his employees had saved this for him, not knowing he had already declined your offer earlier at the festival with a bald-faced lie. 

They said it was the best strawberry tart they’d ever had, “But you knew that already, right, boss?” 

He didn’t. 

In all the years you two had competed, Colin could never bring himself to actually try one of the tarts you were so proud of. 

For the two of you, baking wasn’t just about making money. It wasn’t even always about what you made. It was about expression, about the way food, even the mere thought or smell of it, could bring out emotions and memories long buried. 

The only reason strawberries were your signature item was because your father took you strawberry picking as a child, you once shared with him. Colin found himself smiling at the mental image, of a younger you making fresh strawberry jam at the farm, sampling it with pieces of soft bread, only to be broken out of his reverie when you turned away out of embarrassment, demanding that he forget about it. 

And baking bread was a whole other beast. It required patience, love, and care. Colin insisted on kneading the dough by hand, the industrial-sized mixer at the shop often going unused. He always tells anyone who would listen that it doesn’t taste right otherwise, which is what his grandmother told him when she’d taught him everything he knows. 

Food contained histories and legacies, lessons of love carried throughout generations. To partake in a meal prepared for you by someone else, no matter how brief or how small, was incredibly intimate. 

And Colin definitely didn’t do intimate.

Every romantic encounter was fleeting and casual, the terms made abundantly clear before he ever partook. He felt no guilt when the women he slept with walked away hurt, because it wasn’t his fault they expected more when he explicitly stated over and over that he couldn’t give it to them.

And then he met you, and for the first time he was the one who wanted more. He wondered if he could ever change for you, if he could be man enough to swallow that fear of commitment and just tell you all the things he felt whenever he looked upon your face—even if he couldn’t exactly find the words big enough, right enough, to describe them.

Colin had expected a typically sugary-sweet proprietress of Queen of Tarts, naive about the ways of the real world, your path paved by privilege and by dollars you hadn’t earned but instead inherited.

But what he got was a bolt out of the blue and the knowledge he had misjudged you. There was a fire in your eyes unlike any he’d ever seen in another person, a stubbornness to prove your worth and your place in this world, to get by without the help of your immensely wealthy parents. 

Like the first blossoms of spring, colour slowly bled into his black and white world, as though his life didn’t really begin until your arrival in it. 

And he knew that the moment he gave into his desires and took a bite out of your carefully constructed custardy treats, he would know what love truly tasted like. 

He wouldn’t be able to pretend any longer.

Colin looks down at the lone strawberry tart, looking just as perfect and sweet as they always do. In the privacy of his own shop, alone in the middle of the night, remembering the way you’d looked at him when he lied about being allergic, he finds his resolve faltering. 

Because before any of his hopes could ever take flight, they were dashed just as quickly. Just four words uttered a week ago after he won another meaningless bet, after he had proceeded to rub your nose in it. 

“God, I hate you so much.” You’d muttered it under your breath as you rolled your eyes, turned away from him so you couldn’t see the surprise and hurt that was surely laced right into his features. 

A part of him shouted that the words were merely said in jest, that you only mumbled them out of irritation because—even he has to admit—he was being a colossal dick.

But another part of him realized you’ve never actually smiled in his direction. You have done it around him, at your patrons and your friends, at his employees who unlike him were always nice to you, but the second your eyes met his, the smile would drop. 

He knows the remedy. He could just stop being an ass, pour on the effortless charm that seems to work on most of the women he’s encountered. Except, he just can’t. Colin sighs.

Despite your hatred, he likes watching you get angry at him. Not that he enjoys making you mad, he simply likes it when you give just as much as you get, not letting anything deter you until you’d proved him wrong. He likes that you challenge him, that you aren’t afraid to be you around him. 

Then, a sudden frantic series of knocks on his shop door startles him into tossing the tart back into the fridge. Uttering a string of curses, he moves to finish closing up and ignore the stranger at the door, until—

“Open up, Shea! I know you’re in there.” Colin’s heart jumps to his throat at the sound of your voice. He freezes for a moment, listening to your fist continue to pound against the door. But then he manages to collect himself, slapping on that arrogant smile before opening up. 

“Well, what brings you here at this time of night?” He asks, but before he can continue with an inappropriate booty call joke, a second yellow box is shoved under his nose. 

“You are going to eat every last crumb of this tart,” you slam the box down onto the counter. “I don’t fucking care if you really are ‘allergic’ all of a sudden.” 

“Uh, that’s called murder, your highness.” 

“Every. Last. Crumb.” You emphasize each word with a jab of your finger against his chest. Colin wonders why he can see hurt laced in your features, too. 

If you hate him, why does his opinion even matter to you? For the first time, Colin can’t immediately tell what a woman is thinking, and it’s driving him mad.

But if you were privy to his thoughts, you’d tell him it’s because everyone knows a good and true rivalry is born and built out of mutual respect.

People just don’t bother with someone they don’t hold in high esteem. And if you really did hate him, if he really did hate you, then what was the goddamn point?

It can’t be just for the glory of being crowned the best, or the prize money; you’ve seen him in action too many times to believe that. This shared thing isn’t just a passion for either of you, it’s a way of life. It’s everything. 

“You hate me,” he says, but it comes out more like a question, the confusion evident in his voice. People don’t bring sweet strawberry tarts to someone they hate. 

“So? And you hate me. That’s how this works,” you say, clearly taken aback. Your voice grows unsteady at the way he looks at you, taking a few nervous steps back as he stalks toward you. 

“Except it’s not,” Colin stops just inches from you, so close he can smell the combined scent of sugar and butter latched onto your clothes. “Not even close.” 

“…Why aren’t you wearing a shirt?” You wrinkle your nose. Even now, in the middle of a confrontation, after hinting that he is absolutely hopeless for you, Colin can’t help but love your timing even if it’s also frustrating as hell. He grins. 

“It was hot.” 

“Then take off your hoodie and not the shirt?” 

“You want me to take my clothes off?” 

“What? No, I—” 

“You hate me, though? Tell me the truth.” 

“No way. You lied to me earlier,” you finally look up at him, glaring. “And if I’m being totally honest, it’s the lack of effort that really grinds my gears. If you’re going to lie, at least do it well.” 

“I don’t hate you.” Colin says, still smiling. He wants so badly to touch you. 

“Well, good, I don’t hate you either.” The store goes still, the two of you maintaining eye contact until the silence is almost too much to bear. “No idea where you got that from, anyway.” 

He laughs, incredulous. “Because you said it.” 

“No, I didn’t! When?” 

“Last week.” 

“Oh, you mean when you were being a dick?” 

“Not uncommon, Princess. Be more specific.” 

“In my defence, you were being an ass.” 

“Again… not uncommon.” Smirking, Colin reaches out to brush his fingers against yours. His eyes never leave yours, trying to gauge just how far he can go. You don’t move even as your fingers intertwine, even as he tugs you gently towards the kitchen, picking up the box from the counter and pulling a matching one out of his fridge. 

Realization slowly dawns and you finally smile at him. Colin thinks he’ll melt into the floor, it’s so damn brilliant.

The two of you sit in his kitchen, illuminated by nothing but the small light from the nearby stove and the moon outside the window, partaking in sweet treats that would be gone in just a matter of minutes. But even long after the plates are cleared and washed, you and Colin would remember this night. 

You would remember you spent the rest of the night learning the recipe for his famous brioche, after reluctantly admitting you still have dreams about it. You would remember the way his eyes sparkled at your admission, his hands covering yours as he helped you knead the dough. The laughter at the way you ruined the first batch by adding way too much butter, the countertop and your fingers covered in a sticky mess.

As you washed your hands in the sink, Colin asked if you would come by again because “learning how to make bread is a process, Princess”. 

Colin would remember you saying yes, trying to sound nonchalant but turning away shyly and unable to meet his eyes. He would remember it being more intimate than anything he’d ever shared with anyone, committing to memory that he had been right.

Love tasted like fresh strawberries, buttery pastry, smooth custard, and just the tiniest tingles of mint. 

But, and this was the most important part—only if they came from your hands.

fin.

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𖤐The Witch Next Door𖤐

Pairing: Colin Shea x Female Reader

Warning: Piv. Unprotected sex. Masturbation. Language. Body Fluids. Blowjob. Smut. Fingering. Oral Sex. Friends with Benefits. Friends to Lovers. After Care. Fluff. Angst. (Tell if I miss something)

Date: Friday, May 21, 2025

Author's Note:

Chapter Six: Period Kit and Rainy Rhythms

𖤐Chapter Seven𖤐

𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐

At morning, you stirred first, groaning as you blinked into the daylight filtering through your curtains. Your leg was thrown over something warm—firm, solid, and suspiciously breathing. Colin. Your eyes adjusted just enough to see the mess you've made of the bed—blanket halfway off, Nyx sprawled at feet, and a arm locked tightly around his waist like you've been using him as a body pillow. His eyes fluttered open, catching you stirring before you realized he was awake. He was already aware of your leg draped over him, your arm possessively around his waist. A slight smirk tugged at his lips as he noticed your death grip on him. He reached up to stroke your hair. You whined and his smirk widened as you nuzzled into his touch like a damn cat. He pulled his arm out from under you carefully. You mumbled a protest in your sleep, trying to drag his t-shirt back down to cover your thighs again. He chuckled softly, watching your hair fan across his pillow. "Morning,” came his rough, sleep-heavy voice, deep and scratchy in the best way.

"Did I drool?” You asked, voice still hoarse.

"Nah." He ran his thumb along your jaw, studying your face in the morning light. For someone who had literally used him as a personal mattress last night, you looked pretty damn cute. "Though you did steal all the covers and kick me in your sleep a few times."

You was about to tease him back when you shifted slightly—and his hand, which had been resting casually on my hip, tensed. Colin's eyes dipped downward. “Oh,” he muttered and you followed his gaze and saw it: a new blood patch on the front of your pale pajama pants.

“Ah, hell,” you sighed, flopping your head back on the pillow. "I’m the human embodiment of a crime scene.”

His gaze remained glued to the blood stain on your pajamas. Instant concern etched into his features. He slowly slid his hand under the hem of your pajama shirt, pressing gently against your stomach. "Baby..." His voice was low, worried. "Let me help."

Rolling your eyes playfully, you "let him" pull you to your feet, dragging your blanket behind you like a cape. Your body ached less today, but the fatigue still clung to your bones. In the bathroom, he helped you peel off your pajama pants—no weirdness, no tension—just calm, practiced care. "You sure you weren’t a nurse in a past life?" You asked, stepping into the shower as he reached for the handheld sprayer. He smiled, turning on the warm water, crouching down and spraying between your legs gently to clean you up. "Maybe in another life I was. I sure as hell know what to do with a woman's pussy now." He pressed a soft kiss to your inner thigh before continuing to clean you up gently with the warm spray and your eyes widened, looking down at him.

"Did- you just kissed my thigh? While cleaning me up from my period..?"

"Yeah, I did." He looked up at you, his expression soft. "I love taking care of you. Even when you're bleeding." He leaned in and kissed your thigh again, more firmly this time, before standing up and turning off the water. "Come here."

He stood and pulled you into his arms, wrapping a fluffy towel around you and holding you close. "Put it on your gorgeous brain, I don't care about any of that stuff. Blood, cramps, mood swings, whatever. You're still my girl. And I'm still gonna kiss you, hold you, and take care of you."

"God, you're too good to me, it's annoying.." You chuckle as he take you out of bathroom, handing you a fresh pair of underwear with a pad. You wear it and after drying you off and getting your comfiest shorts, you two made your way back into the kitchen. You tugged on a cropped hoodie, tying your freshly re-braided hair in a loose bun while Colin cracked eggs into a pan. You sat on the counter, feet dangling, Nyx pawing lazily at your toes. "I know I already asked before but you’re really not grossed out?” you asked after a moment, watching him expertly flip a slice of toast.

He glanced over at you while flipping another slice of toast onto a plate beside him. “Baby,” he said calmly as if explaining something simple yet profound. “If being grossed out means not being able to handle something natural about women’s bodies—then yeah—I’m not grossed out. And you're still hot and terrifying.”

You snorted, with a smiled, full and sleepy and real.

Colin placed a plate in front of you with eggs, toast, and a slice of cheese. “Now eat, Bloody Mary.” he said as you glared playfully, flipped him off but took a big bite.

He chuckled, watching you eat hungrily like he liked. He finished making his own plate and walked around the counter, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before sitting beside you on another stool. Suddenly, he had an idea and turned to face you. "Hey."

"Bring it on" you looked at him while chewing your toast.

"What if," he started, looking at you with a mischievous glint in his eye. "I made you a period kit. You know, with all the stuff you need, so you don't have to worry about it. And I could even put a little love note in there or something."

"Period kit? That's.." you tilted your head softly mid chewing and giggling. "I don't even know what to say, but you meant snacks and pads?"

He smiled, finding your fuzzy warm reaction adorable. "Yeah, snacks for cravings, pads, maybe some warm pads for cramps, chocolate, ginger ale, those heated thingies you put on your stomach... And yeah, I'll throw in some cute notes too." He paused, watching your reaction closely. Huffing, you propped your elbow on the counter and resting your chin on your hand.

"You're specially sweet this morning, I may puke if you get me emotional."

He threw his head back laughing. "Jesus, baby. No romance there." He grinned. "You know what I just realized?" He asked, stealing a piece of your toast to eat. "You get super honest when you're either really sleepy or on your period." He laughed again.

"I'm always brutally honest.." you said, stealing the cheese from his plate. "True," He agreed with a smile. He stole another piece of your toast. "No filter. I like that. You're one of those girls who says what she thinks without caring if it's rude." He chuckled. "God, you're like a guy."

You brust out laughing. "'Like a guy'? How so? I should be offended or amused? I don't even know"

He laughed with you. "Amused, definitely amused. I meant it as a compliment, baby. I like girls like you - straightforward, honest, no bullshit. Like a man's dream woman." He winked at you before stealing another piece of your toast. You smirked before answering. "Well, I'm not into bragging but.. I guess I'm a real nice package."

You placed a messy kiss on his lip, he hummed against your lips, smiling as he kissed you back messily. "The best package," He murmured against your mouth before pulling back to steal one last piece of toast before you could slap his hand away.

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A day later. You sat cross-legged on the floor just outside your apartment, back leaned against the wall, thumbing ruthlessly at your phone screen as gunfire echoed from your 'Free Fire' match. Your brows furrowed in concentration, tongue peeking slightly from the corner of your mouth as you wiped out another squad. Beside you, Nyx batted her squeaky mouse toy across the hall, the sound echoing down the otherwise quiet corridor. Rain lashed against the windows, the storm showing no signs of stopping. You had knocked on Colin's door about ten minutes ago, but no answer. Lights off. Apartment quiet. “Maybe he went out…” you murmured to yourself, not looking up from the screen. “Or maybe he died watching another Fast & Furious movie out of order.” Then—steps.

Your ears perked at the wet slaps of someone jogging up the building stairs. You glanced over and saw him—Colin—coming up the last few steps, completely soaked through, his hoodie plastered to his skin, a few strands of his hair dripping onto his forehead. His guitar case was slung over his back like a moody warrior returning from battle.

“Holy baby cow,” you stood, phone forgotten. “You look like a sad indie song.”

Colin looked up as he reached the top of the stairs, water dripping from his nose and chin. He saw you standing there in the hallway, looking concernedly adorable in sweatpants and an oversized hoodie, phone forgotten in your hand. He walked towards you, guitar case slung behind him, a crooked grin on his damp face. "Went to rehearsal. Waited for the rain to stop. It didn’t.” Nyx, delighted, trotted up to him and meowed loudly, weaving between his legs, leaving behind tiny black-cat hair offerings on his damp jeans. Colin looked down at you, still smiling despite the water dripping from his chin. Then without warning, he took your hand. “Come on. I’m gonna shower before I die.” he said and you followed him in, Nyx trotting behind like a pint-sized chaperone.

Colin led you into his apartment, kicking off his wet shoes by the door. He set his guitar case down with a soft thud and turned to face you, his hand still holding yours. Nyx had already made herself at home, curling up on the couch to continue her endless nap.

"Go shower before you die.." you said, giggling and laying down on his bed.

He chuckled, releasing your hand to start unbuttoning his soaked hoodie. "Smartass," He muttered affectionately before disappearing into the bathroom. The sound of the shower turning on filled the apartment. You lay on his bed, scrolling through your phone aimlessly as you waited.

“You ever thought of getting one of those clear umbrellas?” Playfully, you called out over the sound of water coming from his bathroom.

"Nope. Too glamurous, not really my style," He called back, his voice muffled by the shower. You could hear him laughing as he stripped off his wet jeans and boxers, leaving him naked under the spray. He leaned his head back against the cool tiles, letting the water wash away the grime from rehearsal and rain.

The shower cut off a few minutes later. I heard the rustle of a towel and then— “Achoo!”

Another sneeze.

Then another.

Colin appeared in the hallway, toweling his hair with one hand, his sweatpants riding deliciously low on his hips. His nose was red. "Okay,” you said, standing and pointing at you. “You’ve officially unlocked Hot Musician with a Cold energy. Do you want soup or to be force-fed honey and lemon?”

He sniffled, rubbing his red nose with the back of his hand holding the towel. God, he really was fucking cute when he was sick. "Mmm, honey and lemon sounds good," He walked towards you, his voice hoarse. "And can I get a kiss for being sick?"

"Awwww you look too cute.." you looked at him with a adorable face before smirking and continuing. "But not, you saw me at my period, seeing me sick and with runny nose is a thing I want to avoid."

"Smartass," He muttered again, wrapping the towel tighter around his waist. "Damn right, there's nothing sexy about a runny nose," He laughed softly, sniffling again. "You know what's gross? When girls get sick and their noses run and their voices get deep."

"See? You already saw me bleeding from my uterus, we already reached a high level of embarrassment, we can avoid this one." Giggling, I walked over and pressed the back of your hand to his forehead. “Hmm. A little warm.” and he raised a brow.

“That your veterinary degree talking or your instincts as a very bossy woman?”

“Both,” you said sweetly, already walking to his kitchen. “Sit. I’ll order pho.”

He obeyed, sitting at the kitchen table and watching you move around the kitchen with such ease it made his heart ache. Like you belonged here You were so fucking perfect. He leaned back in the chair, feeling the warmth of the towel against his bare skin as he waited for the pho and your caring touch. “Baby?”

"Yup?"

He looked up at you, his eyes red and tired but filled with affection. “Thank you for taking care of me. I know I can be a brat, but you always know how to handle me and make me feel so loved.” He smiled softly, his nose twitching again as he sniffled. You winked, walking and catching up everything on his kitchen like a professional, Nyx immediately hopped onto his lap, purring in a comforting buzz. Colin sneezed again, and you peeked out from behind the fridge.

“Bless you,” you said. “Also, if you die, can I keep the guitar?”

He laughed loudly, wiping his nose with the back of his hand. “You little shit,” He muttered affectionately, hugging Nyx tightly. He looked back at you, grinning. “Yeah, you can have it. I’ll leave you my entire damn collection in my will but you have to promise to cry at my funeral and not wear underwear.”

You smirked. “Done deal.”

He chuckled, feeling the warmth of Nyx against him. He looked up at you again, his eyes softening. You made him some soup, pouring into a bowl, before joining next to him, sitting by the table, in front of him with my legs crossed on lotus position.

"Be careful, it's a little hot"

He looked at the steaming bowl appreciatively, though his eyes lingered on your position for a moment longer than necessary. He cleared his throat. "Thanks, doc." He reached out to take the bowl carefully, wrapping both hands around it. "How does a person even do..."

You frowned softly but he just shook his head. "Never mind." He took a spoonful of soup, blowing on it gently before taking a sip. He looked at you sitting there like that - legs crossed, shirt riding up slightly, showing off your flat stomach - and suddenly had an idea."Hey doc?" He called softly.

"What's wrong?"

"I was thinking..." He paused, looking at you thoughtfully. "I was thinking that you're way too pretty to be sitting like that." He took another spoonful of soup. "Come here." He patted his lap invitingly and you moved to the edge of the table, legs open on each side of him. He wrapped a hand on your waist, pulling you closer as he continued to eat the soup. He nuzzled his face against your stomach, inhaling your scent deeply. "Mmm... this is better." He mumbled, spooning some soup onto your stomach instead of eating it himself and you giggled, feeling the warm liquid touching your skin.

"What the heck are you doing?"

He looked up at you with hungry eyes - not for soup. He pressed a warm kiss to your stomach where the spoonful of soup was. “I’m being playful.” He pressed another kiss, licking up the soup estaically like a cat as you rolled your eyes playfully before looking down, watching him "feast" on your stomach. He glanced up at you with a smirk, intentionally being overdramatic. "Mmm, delicious..." He continued his playful feasting, occasionally glancing up at your face. "You know... this soup is actually quite good." Another kiss. "But it tastes better on you."

"You know what?" Smirking, you watched him licking your skin, making you feel warm, your toes curled and your back arched sightly against him. "I think if you go lower, you may find something even more delicious.."

He raised an eyebrow, looking up at you with a mischievous grin. "Oh really?" He pressed one more kiss to your stomach before sliding his hands down your sides. "Well... I should definitely check that out." He slowly moved his hands lower, hooking his fingers on the edge of your shorts and you quickly lifted your hips enough to help him pull it down teasingly. His eyes locked onto yours while he tossed them aside before leaning back down and kissing your inner thigh. "Right here?" He kissed the other thigh. "Or maybe here?" His kisses got closer to your center until finally landing directly there. You moaned softly, eyelids fluttering as he landed his lips on my center, placing a kiss right above your underwear.

"I think..." He whispered against your skin. "I think this lace needs to go." He hooked his fingers under the fabric of your underwear. "Do I have your permission?" He looked up at you, his breath hot against your most sensitive spot. "To taste you properly?"

"I'm yours.." you answered, shamelessly needy.

His eyes flashed with desire at your words. With a gentle but firm pull, he removed your underwear completely before spreading your legs wider over his shoulders. “Fucking right you are.” His voice was hoarse with lust before he finally buried his face between your thighs without any more teasing. “Mine.”

You moaned, leaning your head back when he finally dipped into your pussy, your calves resting on his shoulders while he savoured you, kissing it with mastery, making you grip the edge of the table. Your moans made him hungry. He spread your legs wider and lifted them higher, giving him better access. He spread your lips apart with his thumbs and attacked your clit with his tongue, sucking hard and making you cry out loudly. He was noisy too, making hungry noises as he tasted you deeply.

"Fuckk.. I love when you do that- aah!" You said, lifting your blouse to cup one of your breasts, massaging then pinching your hard nipple, eyes glued on Colin, watching each flick of his skillfully tongue.

Watching you play with your tits while he ate your pussy was almost too much. He growled and spread your legs even wider, pushing them almost painfully high. He licked up your center slowly then speared his tongue inside you, making you arch your back and cry out again.

"Finger me, pleasee" you begged, rolling your hips in his direction and he happily obliged, sliding one finger inside you while continuing to latch onto your clit with his mouth. He curved his finger upwards, hitting your g-spot perfectly as he finger-fucks you slower then faster, matching the rhythm of his tongue on your sensitive bud. He adds another finger, stretching you wider, turning up your moans. The sight of you writhing beneath him, chest heaving, back arched - absolute heaven. He crooked his fingers again, this time sucking harder on your clit while fucking you with his hand, wet sounds coming from his finger penetration, and you felt your walls clenching, your body started squirming, tugging his hair to hold him in place.

"I know baby, I got you." He continued finger-fucking you faster and sucking your clit harder, feeling your walls clamp around his fingers tightly. Your moans grew louder and desperate, pulling his hair tighter. He could feel you were moments away from exploding. "Come for me, love."

And with a silent scream, your eyes rolled inside of your head as you laid back on the table, coming undone on his mouth, wetting his fingers with your juices.

"COLIN!"

He swallowed every drop of your orgasm, his fingers pumping into you as you convulsed around him. The taste of you was addictive and he didn't want to stop. As your orgasm finally subsided, he slowly pulled his fingers out, licking them clean with a satisfied groan. "Fuck..."

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Smiling and breathing heavily, laid down on the table, exhausted, recovering your breath and the normal functions of your brain, you looked at him as he stood up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He looked down at you with a soft expression, tracing your features with his eyes. "You're so fucking beautiful like this." He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, sharing the taste of your release with you. You wrapped tight your arms around his neck, exploring his mouth with your tongue, savoring your taste on him and wrapping tight my legs around your waist.

The kiss was slow and deep. He pulled you closer by your hips, letting you feel his hard cock pressed against you. When he finally broke the kiss, he rested his forehead against yours. "I need to be inside you." His voice was husky with desire and you nodded excitedly, breaking the kiss briefly, while pulling down his sweatpants with your feet, struggling a little.

"Take it off"

Without breaking eye contact, he pushed his sweatpants down to his ankles, stepping out of them. His thick, hard length sprung free, slapping against his stomach. "Better?" He gripped the base of his dick tightly, squeezing to ease some of the pressure. Smiling, you looked up at him, bringing your fingers up to your lips, licking them before wrapping around his sharf, jerking him slowly, watching shamelessly.

"Damn, even your cock is gorgeous.."

He groaned loudly at your words and the sight of you stroking him. The head of his dick was already leaking pre-cum, and he could feel himself getting even harder under your touch. He reached down and grabbed your wrist, stopping your hand.* "Enough teasing." He said roughly while you smirked, looking dangerous. His eyes darkened with lust as he saw your smirk. He knew that look meant trouble, and he fucking loved it. He grabbed his cock and rubbed the head against your entrance, teasing you with just the tip. "You want this cock, don't you?" He asked huskily and you whined, nodding, needy, rolling your hips, seeking for more.

He chuckled lowly, pressing just the head inside you before pulling back out. He did this again and again until you were begging. "Say please." He commanded, rubbing your clit with his thumb while holding himself steady inside your entrance.

"Mmmm and what if I don't?" A dangerous smile was on display in my face, you couldn't resist, you loved playing sexy games, your eyes closed, feeling he rubbing your clit too damn good. His breath hitched as he felt your walls squeeze around the head of his cock. He knew you were close to begging, and he loved pushing your buttons. "Then I'll keep teasing you until you can't take it anymore." He said darkly, pinching your clit hard between his fingers.

"AAAH FUCK-" You screamed, nearly choking on your moans when he pinched your throbbing clit, causing a warm electric shock through all my nerves. "Damn Colin, that's playing dirty, babyy." He smirked wickedly, knowing he was getting to you. He pushed forward slightly more, giving you just a little more of his length while continuing to rub your clit. "Maybe I am." He leaned down and captured one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking hard. "Now say please."

"Gezz.. please please please" you beg, spreading my legs wider invitingly, looking at him full of submission and lust, a almost pornographic vision. A satisfied groan escaped his lips as he finally slid all the way inside you, filling you completely, making you both hiss. He maintained eye contact, watching how your expressive face showed every sensation. "Goddamn, look at you..." He started moving slowly, torturing you with deliberate long strokes.

You looked at him while he slowly stroke his cock inside of you, moaning low, prepping yourself on elbow to watch his member sliding in and out of you. And damn, he loved watching you watch him fuck you. He picked up the pace slightly, going deeper each time he thrust forward. His balls slapped against your ass with each movement. "Touch yourself." He ordered, his voice strained with effort to hold back.

Smiling, you quickly bring your hand to your bundle of nerves, rubbing it with tight circles that made you sob through your moans. He watched your small hand work your pussy, his member going in and out of you. He saw your body language change as you touched yourself, your back arching more. He knew you were close to making the sexiest damn sounds again.

"Fuck babe, I'm going to milk your cock so good.." you moaned.

His eyes darkened with lust at your dirty talk. He loved it when you talked like that. He thrust harder, faster, his hips slapping against yours. "Fuck yeah, milk my cock." He growled, his balls tightening as he felt his orgasm building. He fucked you hard, your and his moans and groans filling the kitchen, the familiar coil started building on your lower belly, your muscles tightening and you rub yourself faster, feeling desperate to come undone.

"Colin.. please.."

His thrusts became erratic, losing rhythm as he felt you tightening around him. The sight of your fingers working your clit pushed him over the edge... "Fuck... I'm gonna..." He reached down, pushed your hand out of the way and pressed hard on your clit with his thumb. He was over the edge. He thrust deep and hard, holding himself there as he came, filling you with his hot cum. He rubbed your clit in tight circles, matching your moans with his own grunts of pleasure. "Fuck yeah... here it comes..."

He kept rubbing your clit as he felt you coming undone around him. Your walls pulsed around his cock, milking out every drop of cum he had. He leaned down to kiss you deeply, swallowing your moans as he continued rubbing your sensitive nub until you were completely spent.

Undone, trembling and arching your back, your eyes watering while milking and clenching around his throbbing member, feeling him fill you amazingly. He groaned deeply, feeling every pulse of your orgasm around his cock. He stayed inside you, not wanting to pull out just yet. He kissed you gently, his thumb still softly circling your clit, drawing out every last shudder of pleasure.* "Jesus Christ," he murmured against your lips.

"You're-" You sigh deeply, recovering your breath before continuing. "Fucking amazing, Colin."

He smirked, still gently stroking your clit. His cock twitched inside you, not ready to leave just yet. "You're fucking beautiful when you come," He whispered in your ear before kissing down your neck, making you shiver.* "Best fuck of my life," *You smiled low, tired, holding him tight while kiss through your neck. He hold you, lifting you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist as he took you to the couch and you two fucked one more time before napping, you on top of him and his hands wrapped around your waist, skin-skin and happy smiles.

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Colin Shea masterlist

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