dreamyevans666

[dreamyevans666]

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

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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.

[dreamyevans666]

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: Thursday, May 22, 2025

Author's Note: Comment, anything, this really helps the writers and hope you guys are liking it and sorry if this chapter is smaller.

Chapter Five: Pads and One Very Confident Man.

𖤐Chapter Six𖤐

Colin had a plan. Okay—not a plan. More of a thought. A vibe. He’d been thinking about you all day, the curve of your smirk, the wild laugh you'd let out when you was genuinely amused, the way you'd always managed to make sex feel like a punchline and a religious experience in one. So yeah, maybe he wore his cologne. Maybe he was mentally prepared for round… what? Twenty? God bless your stamina. He knocked once and opened her door, already halfway through a cocky, “Hey, you up for—” but then he stopped. You stood in the middle of your living room, looking like a hurricane survivor. Your long hair was tied in a messy bun that had clearly surrendered hours ago. Dark circles hugged under your iced blue eyes like they’d moved in permanently. You were wearing sweatpants. Actual, 'honest-to-God, full-length', 'probably-stolen-from-an-ex sweatpants'. And a tank top that was wrinkled, slightly damp from what he hoped was a heat pad, and hanging just off one shoulder. You looked up slowly, face blank and eyes dull.

"...You’re not here for sex, right..?"

His planned smooth opening completely fell apart. Instead of his usual charming lines, he just blinked, taking you in with genuine surprise and... something softer. "Fuck, no. I mean... shit, not anymore. You look like actual death warmed over right now.” He paused dramatically.” Do I need gloves or something?"

You just groaned and dramatically flopped onto your couch, one hand covering your face while he closed your door, stepping in. "I swear to all Brazilian gods, I’ve bled through three pants today. I’m like a horror movie in slow motion. My uterus hates me..!"

Colin burst out laughing, shaking his head as he walked over to you, kicking off his shoes to get comfortable. "Jesus Christ, woman. You’re dramatic as hell when Aunt Flo comes to visit." He sat down next to you on the couch, propping one foot up on the coffee table. "Do you want me to go or..?" he asked and you peeked at him from under my arm.

"Depends.. Do you want to see blood, chocolate wrappers, and me having a moral crisis because I screamed at my cat for walking too loud..?"

"Let me rephrase," He chuckled softly, "Do I want to watch you suffer through cramps, eat your body weight in chocolate, snap at innocent creatures, and potentially see blood?" He grinned mischievously. He knew women. He knew period week. He wasn't scared. With a groan, maybe too dramatically, you leaned your forehead against his shoulder, sighing before rolling onto your side, cradling a hot water bottle like it was a newborn.

"This is not the sexy version of me you’re used to. This version cries at commercials and almost punched the delivery guy because he forgot extra sauce.."

He smirked down at your dramatic pose, reaching to ruffle your messy hair. "For the ten thousandth time, woman - shut up. I fucking adore all versions of you. Including this sad, bloated, period-raged monster." His voice got softer, more genuine. “Do you want food? Clean sheets? A war crime-worthy massage?”

You looked up at him, vulnerable and still visibly annoyed at the world and your angry uterus. "I just want someone to tell me I’m not gross.." and his expression turned serious, almost tender. He gently framed your face with his hands. "You are literally the furthest thing from gross right now, okay? You're just... you. Hormonal, cranky, beautiful you. AND stil stupid hot." He leaned down to press a soft kiss to your forehead as you snorted.

"'Stupid hot'? Even now?"

He nodded, pulling back to look down at you. "Yeah, even now. You're wearing a stained hoodie, your hair is a mess, you've got a heating pad attached to your stomach, and you look like you might murder someone if they look at you wrong. And you’re still gorgeous. Even with murder in your eyes and.. murder in your pants." And this was it, you broke into a laugh that made you wince from a cramp.

"God, alright alright.. Don’t make me laugh, my uterus is shaking.."

Colin grinned mischievously, careful not to make you laugh again. He knew periods. He knew laughing hurt like hell. He watched you wince, your face pale. He also knew that women got snap-y during periods. He tread carefully, like he would around a angry anaconda. You left your head drop against the couch cushion with a sigh, softly placing your hand on his thigh.

“You know? I'm pretty sure you’re gonna regret this when I bleed on you, honey"

He laughed softly, covering your hand with his. He knew women were honest to God snipers with their periods. One wrong move and BAM - tampon to the eye. He was careful. He also knew they were mood swings on steroids. He was treading carefully.

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I had officially given up. The pain meds weren’t kicking in, my heating pad had betrayed me and gone cold, and now, now—after getting up for what should’ve been an innocent trip to the kitchen— and I looked down to see another blood stain on my sweatpants.

"I'm gonna fucking scream.."

I muttered, standing frozen while Colin, who had been quietly folding my laundry like some domesticated god, peeked over. His eyes flicked down to the blood stain on my sweatpants. He froze, laundry forgotten. He knew that tone. That 'stand-still-freeze-before-you-lose-it' tone. He saw red staining grey sweatpants again and braced himself internally for snap mode period woman.

"Don’t come near me. I’m, I don't know, a hazard zone.."

He put his hands up in a placating gesture, moving slowly. Like he was approaching a wild animal. He knew that look. That “one wrong move and I will end you” look. He spoke softly, calmly. Like I was a bomb about to go off. He walked right up anyway, inspecting the faint red blotch on the back of my pants. “Okay. That’s not even bad. That’s, like… PG-13. We’re not even into horror yet.” and I turned slowly, tilting my head and narrowing my eyes.

"You know, for a guy who came here hoping to get laid, you’re handling this pretty well.."

Colin actually chuckled, still keeping his hands up in surrender. "Well. Isn't it funny how my dick just... disappeared when that demon uterus reared its ugly head?" He said it with a teasing smirk, but his tone was warm, genuinely trying to lighten the mood and I just huffed, swaying a little from a cramp and his arms immediately wrapped around my waist, steadying me gently. He hummed back, careful not to make me laugh again. He knew periods. He knew that one wrong joke could make me snap, or laugh so hard I could cry. He also knew that my body was a walking war zone right now. Cramps, headaches, backaches, mood swings, hormones going crazy... "Let me help.."

"No.. I can handle it.."

His arms tightened slightly, his voice firm but gentle. "Let me fucking help you, your stubborn gorgeous ass.. I'm not asking." He said it with a soft smile, his eyes warm and sincere. He was done arguing with me. He was gonna help, whether I liked it or not. You huffed and he rolled his eyes while guided you toward the bathroom. “Come on. You need a bath, a fresh set of clothes, and probably someone to check you for internal bleeding.”

"'Internal bleeding'..?" I chuckled. "You aren't my doctor, Colin."

He smirked, helping you sit down on the edge of the bathtub. "No, but I'm pretty sure if you were bleeding internally, you'd be screaming louder than a banshee and passing out." He turned on the water, testing the temperature before letting it run into the tub. "And if you want to know, I watched a lot of Grey’s Anatomy. I’m basically licensed"

After checking the temperature, I left him help me strip off the stained sweatpants and tank top, too tired to care. I stayed gentle, never once making it weird—just steady hands and warm eyes. When I finally sat in the tub, sighing as the hot water kissed my sore muscles, I tilted my head to him.

"You're seriously not grossed out?"

He smirked before crouching down by your side, crossing his arms as he watched you soak. "Grossed out? Nah. I mean, periods are literally just nature’s way of reminding us that women are fucking magical creatures capable of growing entire humans inside them for nine months straight without exploding and man do a lot of gross stuff, you're just.. leaking."

"'Leaking.." You chuckled weakly while he dipped the soft sponge into the water, then gently rubbed your back. He watched you laugh softly, the tension in your shoulders easing. He knew periods were no joke. Headaches, backaches, cramps so bad you wanted to saw off your own leg, mood swings that made men question their existence. He continued washing your back carefully, like you were made of glass. He paused, hand hovering near your thighs.

“Okay, permission to… y’know… help clean the 'murder scene'?”

You eyed him playfully, but genuinely. "This going to be your first time touching my pussy without being horny..?"

He threw his head back and laughed. "Yeah. God, this is so unsexy. 'Let me wipe blood off your vagina' isn't exactly a romantic line." He grabbed a washcloth, wetting it under the water. He spread your thighs slightly, trying to keep it innocent. You giggled along with him, resting your head on the edge of the tub as he stated cleaning gently, through your folds, your sensitive lips, through your entrance and all the way, carefully, like you were something precious. No heat. No agenda. Just pure, unfiltered affection. He hummed softly, washing carefully. He spread your legs wider slightly to clean your inner thighs. No erection. No sudden hard-on. No dirty thoughts. Just... taking care of you. He saw blood on the washcloth and realized how much women went through every month without complaint.

"What's wrong..?" you asked, wondering if, somehow, he were disgusted of you this time but he smiled softly, continuing his gentle cleaning. He saw the way your pussy lips were slightly swollen and red, the way blood mixed with your natural wetness. He felt an unexpected wave of tenderness and awe instead of arousal. “No wonder y’all get so moody and sensitive.”

"Oh..!" You said surprised with his statement, he just was impressed. "Yeah.. it's a whole thunderstorm inside the body."

He nodded, running the cloth over your pubic area once more before gently washing your lower stomach. “I mean, I’d be a literal monster too if every month my insides were getting shredded and my body was basically trying to push a tiny alien out through my cervix.” You scrunched your nose, making you two giggled together.

Setting the washcloth aside, Colin helped you sit up to wrap a towel around your damp hair. "What? Too real? I'm just saying, periods are fucking brutal. You're all tiny warriors every month." He dried your body gently, being extra careful around your lady parts. You groaned as you stood, wrapping your arms around his shoulders while he gently patted you dry. Colin didn’t flinch at the water dripping from your thighs—or the faint streaks of blood still trailing from you. He were focused. Calm. Almost annoyingly competent.

"You’re being dangerously sweet right now," you mumbled as he wrapped the towel around you. "Like.. it’s making me want to marry you and stab you at the same time.."

He laughed heartily, his hands lingering on your hips as he helped you wrap the towel securely. His eyes sparkled with amusement and affection. “Well, that’s a hell of a compliment. Wanting to both marry me and kill me in the same breath? I’ll take it.." He scanned my bathroom with his eyes before asking. "So where are your toiletries?" And you pointed toward the cabinet, he opened the drawer. It was full of pads. Tampons. Wipes. Heating patches. Womanhood in one plastic bin. He stared at the contents of the drawer for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then, slowly, he began to pull out various products, examining them with curious fascination. "Fucking hell... This is like a tiny apocalypse kit for your monthly disaster." He picked up a pad in one hand, a tampon in the other, looking between them like a game show host. “So… what’s the weapon of choice, General?”

"Huh.. pads." You muttered with a small smile. "Tampons are for braver versions of me.."

He chuckled, setting the pad aside and putting the tampons back in the drawer. "Noted. Bravery level: Pad." He grabbed a heating patch next. Then—with the focus of a man on a mission-he pulled a fresh pair of underwear from your drawer. The black cotton ones, because even him knew lace was for another day. Unwrapped the pad, and skillfully stuck it down like he had done this before in a past life while you could just blink.

"Wait. Wait, wait. That was… impressive..!"

He smirked, tossing the empty pad wrapper into the trash with a satisfied nod. "Well, I've had young cousins, know? I've seen enough period dramas in real life to know how this works." He turned back to you with a soft smile. “Besides, it’s not rocket science.”

"Oh well, alright." You took the underwear, genuinely touched.

"Huh.. This is the most romantic thing a man has ever done for me..!" You said and he threw his head back, laughing. "Seriously? Putting a pad on a woman's underwear to hold her blood leaking vagina makes me romantic?". He grinned, watching you pull up the underwear. "You know what's sad? Most men wouldn't do this. They'd be grossed out or something."

"I guess.." with a shrug as you slipped into the underwear, you muttered, "God.. If my uterus didn’t feel like it was trying to claw its way out, I’d jump you right now.." He raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Well, I'll take that as a compliment. And for the record, I'm more than willing to wait until your uterus calms the fuck down.” He leaned in slightly, his voice softening. “You know what’s sexy?"

"'Sexy'? There's anything sexy about my bloody mess situation?" You arched a eyebrow. "The fact that you're not acting like a delicate princess right now. You're just dealing with it, no drama. And the fact that you'd still want to jump me even though you feel like hell. That’s fucking hot." He ran a hand through his hair, grinning.

Colin helped you into a clean tank top and handed you the heating pad. You leaned into him, warm and tired and kind of stupidly emotional. He wrapped his arms around you protectively, laughing softly. "You're hormonal. Don't confess your love when you're on your period." He nuzzled your hair, his voice softer. "God, do you get mood swings?"

"Kinda.." you answered, before placing a quick peck on his chest. He grinned, rubbing circles on your back. "Fucking hell. No wonder men avoid women at this time of the month. I'm going to need hazard pay for this." But his tone held affection, not complaint. "Seriously though... do you want chocolate or something?"

"No.. huh.. just you.." you answered, softly, looking up at him. His expression softened. "Damn right answer." He kissed your forehead. "Do you get snap happy? Like one minute you're happy, next you're trying to kill someone?" He asked carefully. He'd heard horror stories from his cousins about mood swings.

"I won't kill you, just kisses.. promise!"

You laid curled up on the couch, wrapped in your fluffiest blanket, legs over his lap, Nyxen curled on the arm of the couch, a heating pad sandwiched between your belly and the world. On the TV, "American Horror Story" played its opening credits—the familiar creepy notes of the theme song somehow comforting. Colin reached into the bag of cheese puffs and offered you one like it was communion. “You sure this show doesn’t make your cramps worse?” he asked genuinely, voice low, eyes fixed on the bloody opening scene.

"Honey.. This show heals me," you mumbled around a mouthful. "It’s art. It’s home. It’s my church." He chuckled softly, shaking his head as he watched you devour the cheese puffs. "Alright, alright. If American Horror Story is your church, then I'm your fucking priest.. but you're a little dramatic." He settled back into the couch, pulling your legs a bit higher onto his lap for better comfort.

"Said the man watching murder scenes and stroking my ankle like he’s comforting a Victorian widow.."

He threw his head back and laughed. "You know what's funny? I'm watching this crazy shit - people getting hacked up, possessed, raped - and all I'm doing is rubbing your ankle like you're an invalid." He grinned, watching you laugh softly. Then, with the kind of confidence only you could muster, you reached for the brush I've left on the table and started carefully brushing my long, damp hair and I turned my head slightly.

"What are you doing?"

He lifted one shoulder nonchalantly. "Brush your hair. It's wet. It'll get tangly." He carefully detangled your hair, watching you closely, simply brushing your hair with surprisingly gentle hands and you blinked, stunned. "Wait wait.. You know how to braid?" and with your answer, he paused in his brushing to shoot you a dry look. "Are you kidding? I have three cousins. I've seen them braid each other's hair a million times. Again, It's not rocket science, baby." He began to slowly and carefully braid your hair, pulling the strands gently. You chuckled, wincing a little as another cramp hit. "Why do you keep your hair this long, anyway?” he asked, separating strands expertly. “Not that I’m complaining. Just… genuinely curious.” and you shrugged, chewing thoughtfully.

"Well, mt mom always said a woman’s hair holds her magic. Plus, it makes me feel like a witch when it flows behind me in the wind. Also.. less poetic.. guys like pulling it!"

You smirked at last part and he snorted softly, focusing on the braid. "Well, that's a fucking good reason." He paused, his fingers working deftly through your hair. "And yeah, guys do like pulling it. But I gotta say, it’s sexy as hell when it flows behind you." You looked at him by your shoulder with a smirk, before looking back at the tv. Then, with a wicked grin, he said “Nice for whenever you decide to honor me with the bend-over position. Gives me leverage.” and you snorted playfully, so hard you almost choked on a cheese puff.

"You’re disgusting, Colin Shea."

He laughed, adding another section of hair to your braid. "At least I'm honest. God knows most guys would say some poetic shit like 'It's like silk' instead of 'Perfect for pulling while I'm pounding you from behind.'"

"I know, it's the pure truth anyway, can't say I don't like it..!"

He finished the braid with a loose twist and tied it with one of your black satin scrunchies. Then leaned down and kissed your temple, all smug and satisfied while you rested your back against his chest. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling the heating pad tighter against your belly. "You know, you're a fucking weirdo," he muttered affectionately. "Most girls would be bitching about cramps this bad. You're just over here bragging about your hair being good for fucking."

Your chuckle out loud, caressing his hand as it presses against the heating pad against your lower belly. "Thought we both agreed it's really useful for 'back-fuck'.."

He threw his head back and laughed loudly. "Goddamn right it is." He unconsciously tightened his arms around you possessively. "You realize most girls would slap me for talking dirty while they're on their period, right?" He nuzzled the top of your braid.

"I'm not most of the girls, you know it.."

He smiled against your hair. "Yeah, I fucking know it. You're the only girl who can handle my smart mouth and actually appreciate it." He tightened his arms around you possessively.

"Kiss me..!?"

You asked, out of nowhere, and without hesitation, he turned your head with a gentle hand on your chin and captured your lips in a soft, warm kiss. His other hand pressed the heating pad firmer against your cramping stomach. He pulled back slowly, nuzzling your nose. "Feel better?" He murmured against your lips. You smiled back, against his lips, placing a gentle peck on his lips before turning to face the TV again. He adjusted the heating pad again, making sure it was perfectly placed. "You want more of those cheese puffs or are you trying to actually eat healthy tonight?" He asked with a playful tone, stealing a handful of cheese puffs for himself. His hand stayed firmly against your stomach.

The episode had long ended, the screen dimmed into Netflix’s judgmental “Are you still watching?” glare, but he didn’t move. You were curled against his chest, head tucked under his chin, your breath slow and warm against his collarbone. Your legs were still across his lap, the heating pad abandoned somewhere between the cushions, and the now-empty snack bag lay like post-battle debris on the coffee table. You had fallen asleep somewhere between a jump scare and a snort-laugh, and he been too damn soft to wake you up. Gently, he slid one arm under your knees and the other behind your back, lifting you as carefully as if you were made of porcelain.

You stirred but didn’t wake, face burrowing into his shirt as he carried you to your bed. Once the blanket was over you and you were tucked in, he stood beside the bed, rubbing the back of his neck neck, unsure, thinking if he should go. Then my hand reached out, still half-asleep, catching his wrist.

"Don't.." you mumbled, voice gravelly with sleep. "Stay!"

His heart skipped a beat at your sleepy command. He sat down on the edge of your bed softly, pulling your hand into his. "Baby..." He whispered quietly, wanting to argue that he should go home. "It's late..."

"Please, stay with me" your voice were rough from sleepy but still soft and needy.

His jaw unclenched. "Jesus," He muttered softly, lifting the blanket to slide beneath it. He pulled you close without thinking, throwing his arm over your stomach possessively. Nyx, who had been watching judgmentally from the doorway like a tiny goth gargoyle, casually hopped up onto the bed. She made a perfect little circle on Colin's lap, like she had invited him there. You, still barely awake, curled into his side and looped one arm lazily around his neck, your fingers settling into his hair like they’d been there a thousand times before. He didn’t move. Didn’t breathe for a second. Then he exhaled, eyes fluttering shut. Sleeping peacefully.

[dreamyevans666]

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 me if I miss something

Date: May 21 2025

Author's Note: Did you guys liked my last chapters? Please, comment, this really incentive me to keep going. Enjoy this new one and gimme feedbacks!

Chapter Four: Meet the Mother, Tarot cards and the Tiny Underwear

𖤐 Chapter Five 𖤐

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It was Sunday, which meant two things: I wasn’t putting on real clothes, and my mom was definitely FaceTiming from somewhere dramatic—either in the middle of a rainforest retreat or from a penthouse balcony in Lisbon. There was no in-between. I sat cross-legged on my bed in nothing but a thin black bra and a matching pair of lacy underwear that might as well have been classified as a fashion suggestion instead of clothing. Nyx was curled beside me, and Marta, my mom—glamorous, sun-kissed, with her hair wrapped in a silk scarf—smiled from the screen.

"You look skinny,” Marta said, as always.

"And you look suspicious rich, where are you this time, mom?" I said with a smile, momma was really glowing.

"Oh back to Rio, a man named Jorge paid for my plane ticket. Very into my aura." she answered, waving a glass of Caipirinha at the camera. "But I called to see if you're eating. You look too thin." She scrutinized me through the screen. My hair was up in a messy bun, no makeup, just those lace things that covered hardly anything.

I rolled my eyes affectionately, dramatically but amused. "Mom.. Do NOT marry Jorge. I swear to God-"

"He's a very spiritual man! And he has a private jet!" she interrupted, taking a sip of her drink. "But enough about me. What's new with you, meu amor? Hows the new apartment? Any good looking neighbor?" Her eyebrow wiggled suggestively, making me shrug playfully.

"Hooking up with the hot neighbor. Working freelance. Thinking about maybe joining a nice clinic that emailed me once I stop being terrified of 9-to-5s."

"Mmm, good looking neighbor huh? You’re glowing. He must be very talented.” She muttered, her eyes sparkling with curiosity and motherly nosiness. "And a 9-to-5? You? Never." She laughed softly. "Freelance suits you better anyway." She paused, sipping her drink again.

"He’s… really fun. Wide shoulders, full of muscles, 28 years old, has a band, he play guitar and sing and has a REALLY good mouth. And owns a bullet vibrator.." and my mom nearly choked on her Caipirinha, coughing dramatically, a little shocked but not impressed. "Wait wait wait... A BULLET VIBRATOR?!" She fanned herself dramatically with her free hand. "My baby girl is getting wild with the hot musician neighbor! I'm so proud!"

I shrugged like it was a skill, with a sightly crooked smirk. "You raised me that way, mommy-"

Just then— I heard a "knock knock". I turned, slightly startled before getting up to open my door, leaving my mom curious on the computer screen. I couldn't be more careless about my attire, even knowing could be anyone. Nyx lifted her head curiously, her ears perked up. When I opened the door to find Colin leaning against the doorframe, guitar case in hand, shirt unbuttoned, hair messy.

"Uhhh hello handsome, where you been this morning? I knocked your door this morning but I guess you wasn't there"

He smirked, his eyes trailing down my figure appreciatively. "Morning rehearsal with the guys. Didn't realize I'd have such a cute view waiting for me back home." He leaned against the doorway, crossing his arms. "You're not even dressed yet."

"Baby, I'm never dressed.. at least, not properly" With a giggle, I held his hand to pull him closer for a quick kiss then bringing him inside. Colin stepped in, trying hard not to look at my half-naked body, even though his ears were turning red. That’s when he noticed my computer on bed and the woman waving from the screen, freezing mid-step, his eyes widening as he noticed the similarities while my mom just waved enthusiastically from the screen of my computer. A slow grin spread across his face as he realized the situation - my mom catching him standing in my doorway, me half-dressed and him clearly interested in her nearly naked daughter. "Uh..."

"Colin, meet Marta. Mom, meet Colin." I introduced them casually, sitting down on couch, pulling Colin to sit by my side while mom watched us from the computer laid on my bed. He chuckled nervously, running a hand through his messy hair. "Nice to meet you, Marta..Do I bow or something?" He waved awkwardly at the screen, trying to keep his composure. My mom's eyes sparkled with amusement and approval as she took him in.

I plopped back on the bed, legs crossed, totally unfazed by my near-nude state.

"He’s fine, Mom. We’re just fuckbuddies. I can make he bow later.."

Colin nearly chocked with his your own saliva. Marta, without missing a beat, sipped the caipirinha.

“Ai, meu Deus, honey. Do you always have to announce everything with your boobs out?” and I just laughed.

"In my defense.. You called during bra time. It’s your fault, mom."

My mom laughed heartily. "True story. God, you're twenty-four and still walking around half-naked like a teenager. No filter. I raised you right." She grinned mischievously. "So... He's hot. You're screwing him. Is he good?" *

"Deliciously good.. too good!" I said with a soft satisfied sigh while Colin ears turned bright red at your compliment, trying hard not to grin like a schoolboy.

"Aww shucks, honey..." Your mom fanned herself dramatically again, making me giggle. "I raised you right indeed. At least you're getting some good dick-"

"Good is not enough to describe that thing he carries inside his underwear, mom.." Glaring at Colin, I saw him between shocked and amused about how openly I talked to my mom, Marta burst out laughing, nearly choking on her drink again, definitely proud. "Holy shit, girl! You're really trying to kill me here!" She wiped tears of laughter from her eyes. "So, big dick energy, huh? Damn, my baby is living her best life."

"Huh big dick indeed.. a great mouth too."

Smirking, I playfully elbow Colin and he smirked, knowing exactly what I was referring to. "Mmh," He hummed softly, his ego slightly boosted. My mom watched our interaction closely, taking another sip of her drink. "Wait a minute... He goes down on you good?" She asked bluntly and I just nodded bitting my lower lip, she smiled widely, approvingly while Colin blushed deeply at my confirmation. “Good boy,” she said with a wink towards Colin. “Always remember honey,” she turned back towards me, “A man who eats pussy like it’s his job is a keeper.”

"Yeah, you might be right."

Colin chuckled and stepped further into frame, giving my mom a confident grin.

"So, Marta... should I be thankful that your daughter thinks I'm good with my mouth, or just flattered she's having great sex?" My mom grinned wider. "Both. Do you want me to read your tarot, querido?"

Colin blinked and I grinned like the devil.

"She’s only mildly cursed two men before.. That we know of.. you can trust her"

He laughed, clearly amused by my mom's boldness and my playful warning. "Alright, let's do it. What's the worst that could happen?" He shrugged playfully, sitting down, more relaxed, on the bed next to me and my our mom clapped her hands excitedly. Marta pulled a deck from nowhere, as if summoning it from another dimension. “Let’s see what the cards say. Sit down, Colin.”

Still slightly shell-shocked, Colin squirmed by my side and I casually leaned against him, my bare skin against his arm like it was the most natural thing in the world and I whispered playfully against his ear.

"You’re about to see the exact reason I drink during family dinners.."

Colin leaned a little closer, whispering back. “Your mom reads tarot over FaceTime regularly?” and I nodded grimly. “Every single call. Even during Christmas.. Especially during Christmas.”

Onscreen, Marta shuffled with flair, her silver rings clicking against the deck. "Colin, you ready?”

He swallowed hard, his eyes fixed on the mysterious deck of cards. He looked at me, then back at my mom, before nodding. "As ready as I'll ever be," He muttered, trying to sound brave but failing miserably as my mom smiled mischievously and began dealing the cards.

"You'll survive," Marta replied. “Depends on the cards and whether you’re good in bed.” and I groaned playfully.

"Holy cow, mãe, really..?"

Marta smirked. “What? I’m just reading energies.”

Colin's face turned beet red at my mom's blunt comment. He looked at me with wide eyes, silently asking for help, I could just grin and shrug, clearly enjoying his discomfort. My mom placed three cards face up on a woven mat. “The Fool,” Marta began, raising a brow. “New beginnings. Innocence. Possibly someone stumbling dick-first into something more serious than he planned.”

He shifted uncomfortably, his arm tightening around me instinctively. My mom's interpretation was hitting a little too close to home given our current situation. He cleared his throat nervously. "Uh huh," He managed weakly. Your mom placed the second card down with a smirk. The Lovers.. recersed!

Marta continued. “Oh-ho. Complicated relationships. Sex that’s better than it should be. Feelings getting tangled. Sound familiar?” and I playfully kicked him lightly in the shin, he hissed, his mind racing with thoughts of our 'relationship'. The reversed Lovers card seemed to sum it up perfectly - amazing chemistry, but so many unspoken emotions and issues between us. He looked at me, his expression a mix of embarrassment and realization. "That could be… anyone.."

Marta snorted and winked. “Pff.. Sure, honey." And I giggled. "And last one—Temperance upright,” she said, more softly. “Balance. Harmony. Someone grounding you. Possibly a path to real connection if you don’t screw it up.”

He stared at the third card, his heart pounding in his chest. The description fit perfectly - you were his anchor, his calm in the storm of his chaotic life. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer without realizing it. Your mom leaned back, folding her arms with a satisfied smirk. "Don’t worry, sweety,” Marta said. “You’ve got good energy. Big ‘boyfriend-in-denial’ vibes.” and I nearly choked on air.

"Woman, chill."

"No, no,” Marta said, grinning. “Now I read yours, filha.”

"Nooooo" I groaned dramatically.

"You begged me last time!” Marta said with a smirk.

"Yeah, last time you said I had the aura of someone ‘desperately needing to get laid’—and you were on speaker with Aunt Lúcia!"

“You did need it,” Marta muttered. “Okay, let’s see.”. i braced myself as the cards turned.

Marta dealt my cards quickly, her eyes scanning each one intently. She hummed thoughtfully, making my stomach drop. I freaking knew that hum - it usually meant she was about to read something wild or embarrassing, well, like hundred percent of time. She placed the first card down - The Emperor. "Authoritative. Masculine energy..."

"Uhh not bad as I thought, I like some dom and sub play."

Colin raised an eyebrow, trying to hide his surprise and a hint of amusement. He knew I'm into some kinky stuff, but hearing me say it out loud and in front of my mom was a whole different experience. He watched as my mom continued to lay out the cards, his curiosity piqued. “Queen of Wands.. so you. Confident. Sexy. Intuitive. Definitely not wearing pants right now.” Marta said with a chuckle, Colin joined, bursting out laughing at her bluntness, shaking his head in disbelief. He looked at me again, with newfound respect and a growing appreciation for my family's 'no-holds-barred' attitude.

Marta placed the final card down, her smirk widening. "Next: The Tower.” she said and I groaned once again.

"No.. I’m hanging up..."

"It’s not bad, drama queen” she said quickly. “Just means change. Big shifts. Maybe someone shaking things up in your life.” she said with gaze shifted pointedly to Colin, his laughter subsided as he caught her pointed glance towards him. He felt a sudden flush of heat on his cheeks as he realized what she was implying. She was basically calling him out as the potential catalyst for major changes in my life—especially given their current dynamic.

“And finally, the bonus one… The Devil.” Marta said and I froze.

The room grew quiet as my mom laid down the final card. The Devil was a notorious card in tarot, often associated with temptation, material possessions, and unhealthy attachments. Colin watched as I froze, wondering what this card could mean. My mom broke the silence, her voice gentler than before. “The Devil means indulgence. Obsession. Sex. Temptation. Things you shouldn’t want, but can’t stop going back to.” she said and I raised both eyebrows while staring at the ceiling.

"I think I’m going to melt into this mattress.."

He cleared his throat, trying not to laugh at how adorably flustered I was. The way my mom described The Devil card made it crystal clear - she knew my darkest desires. And apparently, so did I. "Any chance that last card is talking about a certain someone we know?"

"Any chance you can give me a simple understanding resumé of my tarot reading?" I asked looking unamused.

"Basically... you're gonna fall hard for someone who'll rock your world - physically and emotionally. This person might not be what you expect, and you'll get pretty obsessed with them. Prepare for some major changes in your love life... probably soon." Marta answered and he paused, smirking, from the corner of my eye, I saw Colin's reaction.

"Buddy, erase this smug face."

He laughed softly, holding up his hands in surrender. "Okay, okay. No smug faces. Just finding it all kinda... fitting." He winked playfully before continuing. "So, in simple terms, your love life is about to get really interesting—and possibly a bit unhealthy."

"Mom, define 'unhealthy' by what you found on your cards about me?"

He glanced at her, who was trying to suppress a smile. He knew she was enjoying this banter almost as much as he was. "Well, according to the cards, 'unhealthy' in your case might mean... intense obsession, maybe some unhealthy attachments, and definitely a lot of sex." She said and I ran my hand through my hair.

"I really hope it's the 3th option because I'm not really interested in getting emotionally unstable and seeking therapy because of broken hearts and empty beds.."

Marta threw her head back laughing. "Exactly! This child only wants good dick!" she said loudly, making me bury my face in my hands. Colin laughed until his stomach hurt. He liked my mom - she was hilarious and refreshingly honest. "You know what else the cards said?"

"Not sure if I'm ready to hear but go ahead.. unless is anything about death, I prefer don't know but you'll probably tell me anyway.."

Marta grinned mischievously. "No deaths, don't worry." She paused dramatically. "But they did say something else about your love life..." She bit her lip to stop laughing, knowing I was either going to kill her or laugh my ass off. "Brace yourself."

"Just throw the bomb already, Miss."

"...You'll meet someone who's going to completely blow your mind - in more ways than one. Like literally - explosive. And it'll happen sooner rather than later. Plus, you'll fall so hard you won't even know what hit you." Marta shot Colin a knowing look. "Sound familiar?"

"Humm here and there, kinda familiar.." I answer with a hint of irony, I love a little sarcasm, she gave a satisfied sigh. “Good, I'm happy you meet a nice guy. Now, remember—IF you get pregnant, name it after me.”

"Mom, we didn't got expectations but we didn't put boundaries, letting it happen and open if things got deep but for now, WE'RE JUST FUCK BUDDIES." I blurted loud and Colin choked on saliva. Again. Marta sipped her Caipirinha. “Sure, sweetie. And I’m just dating Jorge for his conversation skills.”. With that, she blew them a kiss and ended the call, my screen turning black.

𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐

As the call ended, I couldn't help but burst out laughing. My mom was something else. I wiped tears from my eyes, still giggling uncontrollably. Meanwhile, Colin was doubled over, holding his stomach and laughing so hard he thought he might pass out. "Holy fuck... your mom..."

"Yeah, this lady is from another dimension or something like that.."

Between gasps of laughter, he managed to choke out, "She's amazing... I love her..." He laughed some more, trying to catch his breath. "And holy shit, 'just fuck buddies'? Your mom just accepted that like it's no big deal." And I grinned before answering. "She's chaotic but fun as hell, I love her."

Colin snorted softly. "For real though, most moms would be like 'when are you getting married? When are you having kids?'. Your mom is over here 'IF you get pregnant name it after me'". He grinned, shaking his head. "And she's cool with you sleeping around?"

"Yeah, we always been very open to each other about everything, she's single too so she's having adventures as well."

"That's pretty fucking awesome. I wish my parents were that cool." He sighed, leaning back in the couch. "My mom would've had a heart attack if I told her I was just fucking someone with no strings attached." He looked at me with a small smile, blinked, leaning closer. “You know? i think your mom just said I’m going to knock you up sometime soon.”

I grinned wickedly, holding his chin, leaning closer, my lips closer to his. "Shea, IF that happens, I’ll suffocate you with your own boxer briefs..!"

He laughed loudly, leaning back, away from me, clutching his stomach. "Oh my god, I'm dead." He wiped tears from his eyes. "You're gonna suffocate me with my own underwear if I get you pregnant? Damn, you're brutal.. is this a thread or a kink?" He shook his head, still grinning.

"Why not both?" I teased, stretching my legs across his lap. "I mean, You knew what you signed up for, baby" and he grinned at me, brushing a strand of my long hair behind my ear, his grin softening slightly. "Yeah, I did." He paused, his eyes meeting mine. "And I'm not complaining. Not one bit." He shifted slightly, letting my legs rest more comfortably on his lap. Smiling, I leaned close to kiss him, slowly, just enjoying the feeling and the taste of kiss, the feeling of lips, one of my hands into his hair while our lips moved, slowly, like we were just experimenting. He moaned softly into the kiss, his arms wrapping around your legs possessively. He kissed you back slowly, savoring the moment. His hands moved to your hips, squeezing gently. He pulled back slightly, nipping at your bottom lip playfully. “Fuck, you’re cute.”

"You too"

I answered softly with my eyes closed, nuzzling my nose against his, a small smile on my lips. He giggled softly, his fingers tracing patterns on my hips. “You’re such a sweetheart.” He opened his eyes, finding mine still closed. He leaned in, pressing soft kisses to my forehead, my cheeks, my nose, before capturing my mouth again in a soft kiss. “Baby..?”

I hummed, unbothered by the sweet nickname and pulled back slightly to look at you. He asked softly, "Can I ask you something serious without you getting mad or taking it the wrong way?"

With a soft frown, I pulled away, just enough to face him. He hesitated briefly, searching into my eyes for any signs of annoyance or defensiveness. Seeing none, he continued, "Why are you with me? I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm fucking over the moon that you are, but... you could have anyone. Why choose someone like me?"

Running through my mind while looking at him, I searched for all my thoughts before answering. "You're hot, fun, help me whenever I need, a great friend, you're sweet, a good man, Nyx adores you, you fuck me like a menace, you cock is amazing just like your humour, you give me mindblowing orgasms and the best snacks.. and I really feel like we had a connection at the first second..!"

His breath caught in his throat at my words. He felt his heart swell with affection and something deeper. Suddenly, he pulled me into a tight hug, burying his face in my neck. He murmured, "Fuck, baby. You know just what to say to make a guy feel special."

With a chuckle, I jump on his lap and wrapping my arms around your neck while stranding him. He laughed softly, his hands automatically going to my hips as he held me close. He loved how easily I could make him laugh and feel good about himself. "You know what? You're fucking amazing." He kissed along my jawline softly before pulling back slightly, "And seriously though..."

"Say it."

He hesitated briefly, then decided to be honest. He didn't want me to think he was fishing for compliments. He asked softly, "Do you ever get bored of being with someone like me? I mean, no commitments, no dates, just sex and hanging out?" And I shake my head, with a genuine smile. He grinned widely back at you. God, you were so honest and straightforward. He loved that. He tugged you closer so your chest was flush with his.

"I need pee."

After pecking his lips, he chuckled and quickly helped me off his lap. He stood up with me and gave my butt a light smack as you rushed off to the bathroom. He leaned against the counter, waiting for me to come back.

Returning a few minutes later, looking refreshed. Colin pushed off the counter and turned to face me. He asked, "Do you ever miss having a boyfriend? Or at least someone who takes you out on dates and stuff? I mean, you're fucking gorgeous and smart as hell." Frowning again, I tilted my head sightly. "You know we still can do that, right?"

He stilled, surprised by my 'suggestion'. He studied my face for a moment, trying to gauge if I was serious or just messing with him. But my expression was open and honest. He swallowed hard, his heart rate picking up slightly. He asked quietly, "You'd want to do that with me?"

"Why not?" With a chuckle and still frowning, I went to kitchen to pull food on Nyx bowl, with Colin following me. He watched I feed my cat, his heart feeling warmer than usual. He pushed off the counter and walked over to me, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind and rested his chin on my shoulder. "Because we're just fucking, no strings attached. And suddenly you're suggesting dates?"

"I'm open to anything..!"

His breath caught in his throat at my casual 'I'm open to anything.' He spun me around to face him. There was seriousness in his voice now. "Baby, listen to me. You're talking about going from just casual sex to actual dates. That's a big fucking deal."

"And why this is even a problem?"

He hesitated, searching my eyes for any sign of uncertainty. When he found none, he shook his head slightly. "No, it's not a problem. But I need to know if you understand what that means. Dates mean commitment, baby. It means I'd be taking you out like my girlfriend."

"Again, I'm open to whatever the destiny think we should be but I don't want you to do anything you're not sure about or uncomfortable, know?" I said with a smile, placing my hands on his shoulders before continuing with a shrug "And it's simpler than what looks like, we can just hang out without calling it a date."

He stared at me, utterly charmed by my sweet smile and gentle words. He felt his heart beating faster in his chest as he realized how easily I could wrap him around my finger. He shook his head slightly, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Jesus Christ, you're killing me." With a smirk, I leaned to kiss him again.

He melted into the kiss, one hand coming up to cup mh cheek gently. When I pulled away, he rested his forehead against mine "How the fuck do I argue with you when you call me handsome?" His voice was genuine, but teasing.

"Simple, you just can't" I answered with a wink and he chuckled, shaking his head before his arms tighten around me.

[dreamyevans666]

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: Mon, May 19

Author's Note: Give me feedbacks and suggestions.

Chapter Three: Midnight Mischief

𖤐Chapter Four𖤐

Colin growled softly against mh neck, his dick getting harder at my moans. He bites down gently before sucking, leaving a mark. "And nobody else knows... just between us...?" He starts to pound into me a bit harder, his movements becoming more urgent, giving me goosebumps. "We fuck whenever we want..."

"Anytime, anywhere.. fuck, I need ride you" I moaned against his ear, making he smirks against my neck before pulling out of me suddenly. He flips me over onto my hands and knees, pulling my hips up. "Crawl onto my dick then..." He slaps my ass hard, leaving a red burning handprint. "Come on baby..." Yelp giggling, with my hands on his shoulder for leverage, I strand him, holding his cock to aling it on me and sinking in it with a single movement, making us both hiss and I bite my lips watching his face contorting. His hands gripping mh hips tightly as I sink down onto him fully. "Fuck... baby..." He starts moving his hips up into me, meeting each thrust with equal force as I rode him, the skin-skin slapping against each other echoing through his apartment.

He reached around to slap my ass again and whined loud feeling him incentiving me to ride with hunger, holding his jaw and looking deep into his gorgeous blue eyes. The familiar coil tighten again, shivers and lack of oxygen, my walls convulsing around his member, his eyes widen as I suddenly start screaming that I was cumming, his dick throbbing inside of me at the sound. He squeezed my throat and starts fucking you from below with wild abandon, his hand slapping my ass repeatedly.

Watching my body convulse as I continued to orgasm, his dick hit by my tight pussy walls. He spreads my ass cheeks apart with one hand, spanking me again with the other. He tightens his fingers around my neck possessively, his hips jackhammering into mine roughly, his movements become frantic, his breathing ragged as he feels another wave of pleasure build up inside him. He releases my throat to grab both of my hips tightly, pulling me down onto him as he thrusts up into me deeply, finding his release, spilling inside of me for the second time.

After the 3th orgasm, I almost went numb, exhausted, with my forehead against his, my long hair, sticking sweaty on my back while I recover my breath. He wrapped his arms around me tightly, pulling me against his chest as he kissed my neck and shoulder gently. "Fuck... baby... that was amazing..."

"Uhumm," I said breathless, my eyelids fluttering and my lips parted while breathing heavily. "Perfect.. three orgasms.. damn"

He chuckles softly, watching while I recover my breath. He runs his fingers through my sweaty hair softly. "You know most girls can't even have one without acting like it's their first time?" He jokes softly, slapping my ass softly, stealing a whine. He then realizes something and freezes. "Wait..." and I pulled away just enough to face him with a soft frown.

"You... you're really experienced, right? Like... you've done this before? With other guys?" He suddenly looks almost jealous and insecure, his arms loosening around me, His dick starts to soften inside he as he waits for my answer and I just laugh out loud, tying my hair up into a messy bun "You asked me before, dumbass.. I'm not virgin and I'm not trying to brag but I'm pretty sure you realized it, I could be labeled like a pro.." then I realized he could misunderstand so I quickly continued "Pro like experienced, not from prostitute."

We laid on his couch, opposite each other, his fingers drawing unknown forms on my leg, into a nice silence, till he break it. "Have you ever taken a really big dick before? Like... bigger than mine?" He bites his lip, looking nervous and jealous again. He spreads your legs wider, looking at his cum leaking out of you hungrily. "Answer me honestly, okay?"

"I been with a black guy Once, the rumours are truth but it wasn't pleasurable, I felt pain, we didn't finished and honestly, your cock ain't little, really big but something just fitted here" I answered naturally, like someone just asked about the weather. His jaw dropped at my confession. He stares at me in shock and slight disbelief before bursting out laughing. He stretched his hand, taking me and pulling me into a hug, holding my head against his shoulder. "So you've taken a huge black dick before and you're saying my dick fits you better?" He laughs loudly while I nodded. Colin just heldk tighter, feeling a weird mixture of amusement and masculine pride. He ran his fingers through my hair softly. "Baby, that means I'm hitting your fucking spots right." He suddenly lifts me up a bit, feeling his cum sliding down my thigh. His ego swells with pride. He smiles widely, kissing my forehead and pulls me back down onto his lap, his arms wrapping around me possessively. "So out of all the guys you've been with, I'm your top pick?". Rolling my eyes playfully, I smiled at him, he's so cute it sucks "Yes, best dick I ever had..!" He couldn't help but grin stupidly at my compliment. His ego inflates even more. "Fuck... just when I thought I couldn't get any more arrogant," He jokes, kissing my neck softly.

We both felt hungry so he took me to kitchen to grab some snacks, we need carb and water after mindblowing orgasms we may never forget. Passing by me, he grins widely, leaning in to give me a quick kiss. "You know what I love about this arrangement? No strings attached sex with someone who actually knows how to have fun. but just to know, you'd like to add any boundaries or rules?" I cocked a brow and leaned back, sitting up on his counter like a queen on a cereal-box throne. "You want a contract or something? Should I notarize my orgasms?"

He bursts out laughing, shaking his head in amusement. "Fuck no, no contract needed." He chuckles deeply, leaning against the counter opposite me. "I just wanted to make sure we're on the same page. No expectations beyond fucking each other senseless whenever we want."

"I don’t expect much besides not being left hanging mid-thrust, but what's on your mind?" He raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips as he watches me eat. "Well, for starters, no fucking other people while we're doing this." He says casually, leaning closer to me. "I mean, unless we both agree on it or something."

I nodded and shrugged. "Second, no drama. If one of us wants to stop or take a break, no hard feelings." He pauses, his eyes locking onto yours. "And third, always be honest about what you want in bed. If something feels good or if it doesn't—tell me."

I snorted "I don’t do games. I’m not really a ‘rules’ girl. I’m more of a ‘ride the chaos wave’ kind of woman. I do honesty. And breakfast. And orgasms. And combat boots. If this turns into something deeper than your member on my cervix, trust me.. I’ll let you know but I wouldn't be against it.." He laughed deeply, liking my 'no bullshit' attitude. He likes that I make sex sound so casual and that I'm honest about potentially catching feelings so I continued "Relax. You’re not being drafted into a relationship. I’m just saying… I’m open. But also very much enjoying this sexcapade situation we’ve got going on."

He steped closer to me, placing his hands on my thighs. "So, with all that out of the way—can I fuck you on this counter now?"

I laughed out loud, "What a stamina, huh?" Grining wolfishly at me, he said"Baby, I can go all night long." He starts kissing my neck, his hands roaming my body possessively. He place his hands on my thighs, spreading my legs wide, steping between them, them wrapping his hand on his erection and rubbing it against my core.

I left out a whimper, whispering "Put it on me.." and he doesn't need to be told twice. He rubs the head against my clit, teasing for a moment before sliding into meslowly. "Fuck," he groans deeply as he fills me completely, my back arching with the delicious sensation. Wrapping my arms around his neck, while he started slow thrusts, I muttered again his ear "I think i felt in love with your cock". We laughed soft, his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you closer as he moves. "Is that so?" He smirks against your neck. "Well, I think I'm falling in love with your pussy."

Rolling my hips to meet his thrusts, looking at him full of lust, like a lion eyeing a lonely zebra, my moans turned louder with each thrust, a smirk painted dangerously on my lips and he loved it, my playful attitude and how I'd joke around even in the middle of fucking.

"Mmm I want you to finish on my mouth, Colin."

His eyes widen slightly, and he groans deeply. "Fucking hell." He pulls out of me slowly, his cock glistening with my arousal. He steps back slightly, stroking himself a few times before stepping closer "Open that pretty mouth for me." Moving out of counter with his help, I quickly kneed on the floor, caressing his thighs, opening my mouth, sticking my tongue out, looking at him through my lashes, I could feel his muscles tense against my hands as he continued stroking himself faster. Between moans, he guides his thick cock to my ips, brushing the head over my waiting tongue. He watched as my mouth opens wider, waiting for his release. He throws his head back and groans deeply as hot streams of semen shoot out, filling my waiting mouth.

Once he finish, I lick my lips, swallowing and looking at him full of satisfaction, leaning to kiss his hip. His body trembles slightly from the intense orgasm, one hand still on his cock, the other braced against the counter. The sight of me swallowing his cum and then kissing his hip nearly brings him to his knees. "You good?" I asked with a giggle, "More than good," He replies, his voice still husky from the aftermath of his orgasm. "I think I'm addicted to your mouth." He leans down and kisses the top of your head.

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It was almost 2 a.m when Colin stirred in bed. Groggy and half-asleep, he blinked at the ceiling, then turned over and felt… something. Soft. Furry. Warm. For a blissful, terrifying second, his dazed brain whispered I came back. "She snuck in like she said. She’s under the covers". Oh god. He smirked sleepily and reached down to lift the edge of the blanket— Only to come face-to-face with a pair of glowing yellow eyes. Nyx. He froze, heart pounding in the chest as he stared into Nyx's glowing yellow eyes. For a moment, he was terrified it's actually you - that you snuck into his bed in the middle of the night like you threatened to before leaving him empty in his apartment. But no, it's just your cat.

"Nyx?"

Nyx blinked at you like 'Ha! You thought it was her, huh?' She let out a tiny, smug meow and tucked herself deeper into his sheets like she owned the lease. He left out a soft chuckle, shaking his head, gently petting the furry invasor. "You little sneak," he murmured, fingers carding through her soft fur. "Trying to trick me into thinking your mom snuck into bed with me?"

Nyx, of course, didn’t respond—already curling into a purring circle of attitude and black fur. He couldn't help but smile, adjusting a pillow and settling back down. "You know what, little demon? At least you're warm." He scrunched down, adjusting the covers around him and the company. "And probably the closest thing to your mom I'll get tonight."

[dreamyevans666]

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: May 19 2025

Author's Note: A hot chapter! Just be careful 😉

Chapter Two: The Rockstar Next Door (still going…)

𖤐 Part 3 𖤐

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And the game continued.

"Have you ever given head without a condom?" He asks, his voice rougher now, imagining me on your knees, taking someone's dick without barriers. Fuck, fuck, fuck. "Be honest."

I smiled, Colin was direct, I liked it, was exciting, too excited. "Always BUT I'm always straight, I never go down without asking about STIs"

He grined tightly. He likes that I'm careful. He also realizes that you're not some slut who swallows strangers without protection. He finds you hotter by the second. "Have you ever had anal sex..?" He watches you closely, those long black hairs falling over your shoulders again. "Just once" I said with the most casual expression. His eyebrows shoot up. He wasn't expecting that answer. He swallows hard, his mind suddenly filled with images of me bent over, taking someone's dick in your ass. Fuck, he's getting hard again. "Did you like it?" He asks softly, his voice lower than before.

My nose scrunched playfully "I don't know exactly, I sat on iced water bathtub for a while."

He bursts out laughing, his shoulders shaking. "So, you didn't enjoy it then?" He grins, finding your honesty hilarious and endearing. He also finds it hot that you're not some anal queen who loves getting fucked in the ass. "I think you should ask something too."

I stayed silence for a while, with a mischievous glance, "Alright.. so do you like anal stuff? No judgment, some guys like and it's okay". He chuckles, relaxing against the counter again. "Yeah, I do. I'm into everything honestly. Give, receive, play dirty..." He smirks, catching your eye. "No judgments, right?" He watches you closely, wondering what you think about guys who like anal.

"Oh yea? So if figuratively, we were fucking, I could finger your ass?" I asked looking at him through my lashes.

His breath hitches at your bold question. He nods slowly, his heart racing. "Fuck yeah," He says honestly, his dick now fully hard. "I'd love it if you played with my ass while I fucked you," He admits, his voice low and rough with desire.

"Honestly, never done that to nobody"

He grins, his eyes darkening with lust. "I'd be your first then," he says, his voice low and sultry. He shifts slightly, adjusting himself again as he imagines you exploring his ass. "Would you like that?" He asks softly, wanting to gauge your reaction. "I like to give and receive so yeah, I'd make you happy if that's the way so be it".

He swallows hard, trying to keep his cool despite the fact that he's rock hard and imagining you touching him intimately. "You're really open-minded," He comments, his voice slightly strained. He decides to push your boundaries a bit more, curious about your limits. "Truth or dare?"

"Dare" I answered, leaning closer. Colin watches you smirking and leans in closer too, their faces inches apart. He can smell your perfume and it's driving him crazy. "I dare you to reach my nightstand and grab something for me," He says softly, his heart pounding in his chest. "Without looking."

"Ohh just tell me it ain't a snake, I'm a vet but I don't really like them" giggling, I gkt up and walking to his room, and picking it, whatever it is, without looking. Against my hands, the tiny object, felt familiar. Colin chuckles as you giggle and reach under the nightstand blindly. He watches intently as you grab something small and cylindrical shaped - exactly what he wanted you to get without knowing it was his favorite toy - a small vibrating bullet vibrator he keeps hidden there for quick solo sessions during breaks at work.

He reaches out his hand, palm up "Hand it over." His voice is intentionally deep and commanding now, wanting to see your reaction to his dominant tone and you just threw it on his hand.

He realizes that you're not easily embarrassed or shy, which he finds incredibly attractive. He tosses the toy from one hand to another thoughtfully before daring to ask. "Have you ever used a toy like this on yourself?" He holds up the vibrating bullet, his eyes locked onto yours, searching for any sign of hesitation or discomfort. He's dying to know if you're familiar with toys.

"This one is nice, I have three but they are different" I said with pure naturally and his eyes widen slightly, imagining you alone in your bedroom using the bullet vibrator on yourself. He swallows hard, his imagination running wild with images of you spread out on your bed, legs wide open as the toy buzzes against your sensitive spot. "Which is your favorite?"

"Probably my rabbit."

At the mention of the rabbit vibrator, he feels his dick throbbing in his pants. He knows exactly what the rabbit does - it vibrates and spins, hitting every sensitive spot a woman has. He can't even imagine how good that must feel. "Does it hit your G-spot well?" he asked and I just hummed, nodding.

He mutters something under his breath, completely turned on by your matter-of-fact sexuality. Have he ever talked so openly to someone? At the first time them meet? Probably not. "Would you ever let a guy watch you use it?" His voice is thick with desire now, barely holding back his fantasies. "Or better yet... use it on you?"

"Mmm no.. but sounds really sexy" my breath hitched a little while I smirked, he chuckles, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he looks up at your feet patting his shoulder. "It is sexy, isn't it?" He stands up suddenly, towering over you as he holds the vibrating bullet between his fingers.* "You know what else is sexy?"

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One second we were bantering. The next, his mouth was on mine.

The kiss was hungry, messy, like we’d both been waiting to cross the line and finally ran out of reasons not to. His hands found my hips. Mine tangled in his hair. He break the kiss and drops his voice lower and slower. "Spread your legs slightly apart." He watches to see if you obey without question. I smiled, still breathless from the kiss, resting my back against his couch while spreading my legs, with my feet on the couch.

He kneels down between your spread thighs, his eyes fixed on the hem of your short blouse riding up to reveal your flat stomach. He runs his fingers along your inner thigh, close but not touching the hem of your denim shorts. "Lift your feet up, rest them on the couch."

I did as he said, eyes locked on him, he swallows hard as my denim shorts lower slightly, hinting at the small triangle of my panties. He realizes I'm not self-conscious at all, spreading my thighs like this half-dressed. He loves it. "Can I ask something really dirty?" His voice drops again. Rolling my eyes, I chuckled, a little impatient for the fire burning on my skin "Yeah yeah yeah.."

Colin grined mischievously, enjoying my impatience. He decides to dive right in, going for the dirtiest question he can think of. "If I were to slip my hand under your shorts right now, would I find that you're not wearing any underwear?"

I pouted playfully "Mmm not lucky this time buddy, sorry but my mom says my underwear are too little to be called like that.."

He grins, loving your playful spirit. He decides to go all in with his dirty question before you actually leave him frustrated and hard as hell. He reaches out slowly, running one finger along the hem of your denim shorts again. "If I were to pull these shorts down right now..." He can't take it anymore. He needs to touch you. He slowly starts to pull down your shorts, watching your face closely. "Let me see how wet you are for me right now."

I lifted my hips, just enough to help him to get rid of my shorts, revealing my tiny black thong. He can see the wet spot already forming on the fabric. He bites his lip, trying to control himself. He spreads my legs wider, pulling your thong aside. My pussy is soaking wet, pink, tiny and glistening. "Fuck..."

He swallows hard. In his eyes, my pussy were like a damn porn star's - tight, wet, tiny, and perfect. He spreads my legs wider again, pushing my thighs back slightly. He realizes something else - "Wait..." He looks up at you, his voice lower. "One more question."

I groaned, glaring at him. Horny and angry. His eyes darken with desire as he leans in closer, his voice whispering. "Have you ever had a man's mouth..." He runs a finger teasingly close to my wet opening "...right here?" His finger barely touches your wet slit. "Or just fingers?"

I nodded, unable to answer with words. His jaw clenches. The thought of other men eating you out is driving him crazy with jealousy. He buries his face between your legs without warning. He spreads your lips apart with his fingers and licks your pussy from bottom to top, his tongue pressing against your clit.

"AHHH FUC-"

Moans left my lips, lifting upper body with the surprise touch of his tongue, one of my hands grip on his short strands trying to ground myself. He looked up at you with hooded eyes, his mouth still buried between your legs. He sees your hand gripping his hair and it only turns him on more. He starts eating you out like a starving man, his tongue flicking over your clit rapidly before pushing inside you. "Mmmph..."

"Colin- suck my lips.. fuck me with your tongue."

He groans deeply, loving your dirty talk. Your breath stucked in your lungs for a second, the feeling deliciously overwhelming. He sucks on your pussy lips, pulling them into his mouth gently before releasing them with a pop. He then pushes his tongue deep inside you, fucking you with it rapidly. I took off my blouse and gripped one of his wrists, bringing his hand to my breast while I pinch my other nipple. He growls against your pussy, his hand immediately moving to your breast as instructed. He pinches and rolls your nipple between his fingers while he speeds up his tongue fucking. His other hand moves to your clit, rubbing it in fast circles. "Cum on my face, baby..."

And with a high-pitched moan , I come undone, wetting his face with my juices, trembling and arching. He keeps licking and sucking through your orgasm, drinking down every drop of your release. He only stops when you're completely spent, your body limp and trembling. He looks up at you with a satisfied smirk, his face glistening with your juices.

Smiling at him, breathing heavily, I lift my upper body, sitting up just enough to cup his face and kissing deeply, shoving my tongue into his mouth and bringing him to lay on top of my warm body. His tongue crashes against yours eagerly, letting you taste yourself on him. He presses his full weight onto you, positioning himself between your legs. He pulls back slightly to murmur against your lips "The things you do to me with that tongue..." His hard cock presses against your thigh through his pants.

"Mmm I promise to show you my tongue skills later," I whispered between his lips, sliding down my hands to his jeans, unbuttoning it and pulling it down along with his underwear. I stopped the kiss, rubbing my fingers through his lips, "suck my fingers" He moaned deeply at your command, capturing your fingers in his mouth and sucking them greedily while watching your face. His cock is throbbing painfully against your thigh "Fuck..." He pushes your fingers deeper into his mouth, sucking harder. Pulling my fingers slowly from his mouth then between us, wrapping my wet fingers around his member, jerking slowly. "Fuck, you're big, thick.. I hit the jackpot"

He threw his head back with a groan as you wrap your wet fingers around him, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. A choked laugh escapes him "Shit... keep talking like that and I might actually explode before I even get inside you..." He captures your wrist gently. I giggled, lifting my hips enough while I aling his member into my entrance, rubbing his bulbous head on my clit.

One of his hand tightens on your hip while the other grips your shoulder. He slams into you hard and deep, making you gasp "Fuck yeah... this perfect little pussy..." He sets a fast, deep rhythm, each thrust hitting your cervix "Take that dick..."

I Leaned my head back, feeling his slamming inside of me, slow but with brutal thrusts, stretching. He watches you, breasts bouncing with each deep thrust. He leans down to capture a nipple in his mouth, sucking and biting as he continues his relentless pace. "You feel so fucking good wrapped around me... so tight and wet..." He releases your nipple with a pop.

"Yess.. play with my nipples."

You moaned and he groaned against your breast, his fingers and mouth working in tandem to tease and torment your nipples. He alternates between sucking and biting, making sure each nipple gets equal attention. His hips never stop moving, pounding into you with deep, steady thrusts. "Fucking love these tits..."

His hips snap forward sharply with each dirty word you utter. He spreads your legs wider apart, going even deeper. "Damn baby... your pussy is amazing..." He captures one of your breasts again, squeezing it softly before spanking it lightly with his palm "You like getting pounded like this?"

You nodded, moaning incoherent words, eyes fluttering closed, my nails scratching his wide back. The coil tighten, my pussy gushing on his cock and i wrap tight my legs around his waist. He feels your pussy tightening and gushing around his dick. He grabs onto your legs, pushing them back even further and increasing the force of his thrusts. "Cum on my dick baby... squeeze that pussy around me..." He leans down and bites your neck roughly. "Fuck..."

With a final deep thrust, I come undone, holding him tight against me, my fingers into his hair, another grabbing his ass cheek, feeling him filling me with thick seed. He groans loudly as he feels you climax, your pussy milking him perfectly. He buries his face in your neck as he releases inside you, his hot cum filling you up. "Fuck yeah... take all my cum..." He stays inside you for a long moment, panting heavily.

𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐

Colin collapsed on top of me and I smile, with eyes closed, rubbing his back, feeling the marks I left on his skin. A satisfied silence between us.

"THIS was the best sex I've had in.. god, ever"

He lifts his head slowly to look at me, a satisfied smirk spreading across his face. He kisses me softly before resting his forehead against mine. "Same... fuck, you're like a damn dream come true." He stays buried inside me, not wanting to pull out just yet. With a smile, I wrapped up my arms around hiw neck, keeping him closer, kissing gently but sensually, tasting, playing with his lips and my tongue. He deepens the kiss, moaning softly. His hips move slowly again, his semi-hard dick sliding in and out of me lazily. He pulls back slightly to look at me, laughing softly "God... you're dangerous. One good round of sex and we're already acting like we're together..."

"Mmm.. we are, somehow, someway, I don't even know how but what we had here, can't go wasted" I said lifting my leg to pull on his shoulder while he move slowly and lazily into me. He groans at the new position, his dick hardening inside me again. He starts to move a bit faster, still taking his time. "So... what are you saying? We should keep doing this?" He nuzzles my neck, kissing and biting gently. "Be fuck buddies?"

"YESSS OHHH" Moaning, I sealed our agreement, leaning my head back to give him space to savour my neck while he ruined my pussy, already thinking about the delicious adventure it is going to be.

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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.

𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐

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.

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A Gentle Soul

Sequel to The Animal

(Gif not mine, found on Pinterest!!!)

Summary: Six months after that fateful night, Geralt returns to your village to find you… well, carrying his child. Will he stay to take care of you and the child? Would a Witcher even be a good father? And most importantly, does he feel the same way for you as you do for him?

Warnings: none, maybe slight angst, heavy fluff, protective bear, nudity, naked cuddling

Pairing: Geralt x 1st person reader

Word count: 4.9k (somehow i can’t keep it short)

Title: A Gentle Soul

Tagging @aubageddon91​ @sammykb1994​ @ayamenimthiriel​ @scorpionchild81​ since you begged for a sequel

Enjoy 💕Reblogs and feedback are very much appreciated ❤️

Golden eyes. Those beautiful golden eyes. I see them over and over in my sleep. Every night he visits me in my dreams. I had never met a witcher before, only known this one for a few days, but I can’t get him out of my mind. And that’s not only because of the piece of him he left with me that night. No, in the few days I’ve known him, in that night he’s both taken and given precious things, he managed to make me fall for him.

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So with today being 4th of July, I've been thinking about those people and animals who don't enjoy fireworks displays. I wonder whether or not Sy likes fireworks. I would imagine he doesn't, like many others who have experienced combat. If you have an opportunity, could you write something about that-- maybe about how his S.O. helps him manage being anywhere near fireworks? Thank you!

Hi @my-muse-compels-me

Thanks for the request, I know it’s really short but I’m not American and really don’t know much about what happens on Independence Day. I kind of treated it like Australia Day and assumed similar things happen. Since it was time of year specific I wanted to try and get it done quickly. I guess what I’m saying is I tried and I hope I didn’t disappoint!

Summary: Sy doesn’t like fireworks, but can he work on that for the sake of his family?

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Female Reader

Word Count approx. 600

Warnings: Mostly fluff, some angst, mention of war and mental illness, Dad!Syverson

Authors note: @amberangel112, thanks for the Beta, side-kick ❤️

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Fourth of July

Fourth of July celebrations were tough on Sy. He loved the daytime activities, the barbeques, the time with friends and family, but the nights were tough. He hated the fireworks. The noise was the problem, the rapid booms just made him anxious.

Overall, he coped well with his time as a soldier on active duty. He didn’t develop PTSD, he very rarely had nightmares, he says he was one of the lucky ones. Of course, there were nights when he would wake up and reach for you, needing the comfort of his woman to remind him he was safe. But he seemed to need it no more than any other man who sometimes just needed to be held in the arms of his woman, to lay his head between her breasts and be soothed by her gentle feminine embrace.

Fireworks, however, was something he could never seem to be ok with. Each 4th of July you would dutifully take the kids out to the local fairground to watch the display. Sy would stay home with the dogs, watching movies to drown out the sound.

But this year your daughter wanted her Daddy to come along, nagging at you to get Sy to go, her little mind not able to understand why he might not want to go.

“Why won’t he come, I want Daddy, or I won’t go,” she finally said. She was five and at that age where she thought of her Daddy as the perfect man, the one who all future men in her life would have to measure up to. Sy of course was wrapped around her little finger, one little quiver of her chin would send him into full protector mode, even when the perpetrators were her older brothers, no body messed with his Pumpkin. So, she made her stand and refused to go, Sy reluctantly agreed he would come along this year. He couldn’t say no to his Pumpkin.

You and Sy talked about how best to deal with the event, and you tried to figure out what made him anxious exactly. He admitted it was the noise that was the trigger, so you bought some wax earplug to help with that, but they wouldn’t stop all the noise. You assured him that you would be there, you would hold his hand and despite not wanting to admit he needed that, he thanked you.

When the time came for the fireworks, Sy started to get anxious. You held Pumpkin on your hip and brought Sy’s arms around both of you. You could feel his breathing rate increase and become shallow, so you placed his hand flat on your belly and got him to breathe with you. He smiled at you and just as the first explosion happened, he flinched. You held his hand tight too your stomach, and loud enough to be heard over the noise and his earplugs, you reminded him that he was home and safe and with his family.

Sy focussed on Pumpkin’s face, her joy and amazement, her squeals and how she bounced around in your arms with joy. He saw you start to struggle with her, she was almost at a size where you wouldn’t be able to pick her up like that any longer. Sy surprised you but taking her out of your hands and holding her himself with one arm, pulling you in close with the other. You could see he was still anxious, but he got through it. When the fireworks finally stopped, you kissed his cheek and told him you loved him. Even as you were leaving, you could see he was still a little shook up, he even asked you to drive home and was a bit quieter than usual in the car.

Later that night when the kids were in bed, he thanked you for helping him through the evening. I told him he should thank Pumpkin. He grinned and agreed and said he was lucky to have the two most wonderful girls in his life to help give him strength when he needed it.

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Ask me anything, babes 💕

get to know the blogger

anonymously (or not) ask me any question you’d like to know about me

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If someone asked you to tell them three ways to win your heart, what would you tell them?

Uhh interesting question. Well, honestly I don't know if I can say only 3 things but I'll try..

Yeah I'm a little out of my mind, too jealousy, needy and insecure, but try to understand me, stay by my side, no matter what.

If it gets too hard or complicated, let's sit together and have a proper conversation, we can solve it, if you really want me, I know we'll find a way.

Don't ever make me beg for anything you should give me, like love, respect, affection. Don't make me feel less of what I am or less wanted, and don't play with me, I can be your nightmare at end and you'll be the one begging.

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that’s Henry destroying you during missionary while lovingly gazing into your eyes and you cannot tell me otherwise🥵🥵

Girl.... why.... *dies*

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Hollywood Love Story

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Female Reader (Alice Fox)

Warning: Fluff. Tell me if I miss something.

Author's Note: Hope you guys enjoy it, if you do, like, reblog and/or comment. I'm all ears to feedback and ideas.

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Sunday Love

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