#N*S*FW

[gooseloverfiction]

Crimson Rush

Colt Seavers x afab!reader +18

It was supposed to be 'chill with some drinks' type of the evening, but nothing is ever so simple with you two...

Warnings: bit of violence, blood, wound... Some blood kink? Or just *urge to lick that bit on your sexy bf*, other than that smuuuut, piv, no protection, fluff and some Colt's goofiness (?)

AN: All thanks to one comment of @bluehody at bts photos from Man's Health mag

Word count: 2512

You really needed that. 

The bar, drinks and karaoke. 

And Colt… 

He was late as always, steaming hot after some run for a few blocks when shots took longer than he anticipated. But he still showed up as he promised. You had to give him that, he would move heaven and earth to get to his date. 

It was almost perfect. 

Except for the bunch of a-holes who wouldn't stop screaming to microphones, some bachelor party going into a mess, ruining your mood as you finally get your hectic schedules aligned for that one outing to have some fun. And you couldn't even sing. 

You downed your drink with a loud gulp, making Colt side-eye you with raised brow. 

“Slow down cowboy, we still have the whole night ahead.”

You rolled your eyes and mumbled something under your breath, showing to the bartender that you wanted the same drink again. 

The warm, scratched hand caught your knee and rubbed soothing circles through the fabric of your jeans. He turned you on the barstool to face him and used his thumb to collect a single, orange drop from the corner of your mouth. You're suddenly too painfully aware you're in public, because you would definitely catch this finger with your lips and suck it, watching Colt's blissful face.

“Don't make those eyes, please…,” he leaned closer to you but it was too loud anyway for anyone to listen. 

“What eyes?” your voice was far from innocent, when your lips ghosted his. 

“OI GIRL, YOU CAN DO MUCH BETTER!”

You looked behind your man and saw drunk guys making some obscene gestures towards you. Colt wanted to turn around and see what it was about but you caught his stubbled chin, pulling him into a hot kiss. With the other hand you showed those guys international sign to fuck themselves and forgot about them once the eager tongue snaked into your mouth, making both of you moan.

Awful noise around you silenced and you managed to pry yourself from Colt much to his disappointment and almost run toward the microphones. Once on the ground, you knew he was right, you definitely went too hard and too fast on those drinks, your world suddenly spinning. 

But before you could entangle yourself in cables around, a strong arm steadied you and the familiar scent made you weak in knees for a moment. When you looked at him, he had his goofy smile plastered to his face, his eyes showing the same amount of affection and drunkenness tho you had to admit he often had this dazed gaze when around you. Drunk with love, as he always said… how cheesy he could be. Colt definitely watched too many romantic comedies. 

“What do you want to sing?” 

You looked at the monitor he rolled in front of you and squinted your eyes. Your finger pushed the list up and a wide grin was instantly on your face. 

“No… Come on… You know how terrible I sing,” he tried to leave you on a tiny stage but your grip on his leather jacket stopped him. 

“Come on baby, no one can sing here. And it's not true, I like your sweet falsetto,” you kissed the tip of his nose and made him huff. 

“You're not making it better,” he growled into your ear sending goosebumps down your neck. 

Using your ultimate weapon, The Pout, made him finally push the play button and grab the microphone. 

A familiar tune started, making you want to snap your fingers to it until Colt's part came, a bit too sudden for him but he quickly caught the tempo. 

“I got chills, they're multiplying

And I'm losing control

'Cause the power you're supplying

It's electrifying (electrifying)” 

You couldn't not break into a laugh for his high pitched voice trying to sound like John Travolta. 

“You better shape up

'Cause I need a man

And my heart is set on you

You better shape up

You better understand

To my heart I must be true”

Colt made a hurt face, flexing his broad shoulders and wordlessly showing his all muscled up stuntman body. You slapped him as he made you break a few notes and he almost forgot to jump into the last line, “Nothin' left, nothin' left for me to do.” 

With the chorus you both were so invested, you didn't hear any commotion except for music around you. 

“You're the one that I want (you are the one I want)

Ooh, ooh, ooh, honey

The one that I want (you are the one I want)

Ooh, ooh, ooh, honey”

Someone stood in front of you, making your voice falter. 

“Oi, cut that crap, give us those mics, we will show you how real men sing.”

The song still played but you stopped and looked at the same assholes from earlier with what you hoped was fearless anger. 

“Oh yeah? And how do you know how real men sing?”

You could hear Colt groan behind you, knowing you were in a ‘making troubles’ mood. 

“Listen bitch…” one of them started but quickly stopped when the stuntman caught his shirt and shook him. 

“What did you say to that lady?” his voice was almost a low growl, making your stomach drop… Not only because of the sense of oncoming fight. Colt was a walking epitome of peacemaker and hardly ever turned into any kind of violence, but God he looked hot like that. 

And then the chaos broke… 

You couldn't even see the fist coming from Colt's left side, only when he ducked and made the punching guy hit his fellow, who was still in your man's grasp. 

Stuntman moved back, turning his body to shield you, pushing you in at the right moment, when the third drunk roared and ran into him, slamming his body into a wall. Colt gut punched him and tried to get away from the attacker, circling him in some almost like dance move. Before the guy could turn, the kick in his ass sent him to the wall and the ground. 

“Guys, guys! It's delicate equipment!” you've heard the bartender's pleading voice and shout to Colt when one of the men picked up the microphone and swung with it. He dropped at the last moment and made the guy tangle in the cables and fall… 

A hard knock to his forehead made Colt stumble to the back, not getting exactly where it came from but before he could take another blow, you screamed and punched the man holding a heavy ashtray, square into his jaw, just like Colt taught you, sending him to the ground. 

You turned to your man swaying on his feet, catching his open jacket and jeans shirt under it, pulling him into an embrace. 

“God Colt, that looks awful…” blood trickled from his busted brow, caught up in his short beard. 

“You were amazing,” he smiled and let you move him toward your seats. 

You called for the bartender and asked for some clean cloth and he reluctantly brought one from the back and looked at you with narrowed eyes. 

“Now pay up and leave before I call the cops… And don't come back…” his tone was more of a pleading but you still huffed in amusement. They're the ones who started it all! 

Colt already put the bill, with some extra ‘for a trouble’, on the counter and headed for the door, pushing balled material into his throbbing head. 

You whisked the keys from his pocket and he didn't protest, going right to the passenger seat in his truck. 

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“What if it's a concussion?”

“I'll be fine. This is made of concrete,” Colt knocked on his head, wincing with pain. 

"Concrete my ass…” you mumbled and peeled the jacket from his broad shoulders, took off his shirt and reached for his already blood dirty, formerly white t-shirt. 

“I'm sorry, did I miss the moment where it was my fault?” the man asked with a silly smile. He always found you adorable when you were so frustrated and annoyed. 

You took the crimson cloth from him, slowly, not sure what will be behind it. His whole brow was swollen, making his eyelid slightly covering his sparkling, blue eye. It looked bad… 

But there was something mesmerizing in his ash covered, beaten up face, the tiny trickle of blood still coming from the wound. 

“Hon… You have this look again…” he swallowed a bit of a shaky voice, the adrenaline making way for entirely different type of rush in his blood. 

“What look…” your voice dropped into murmur, your face inches from his. “I'm sorry… But you look so hot right now.”

Colt didn't have a time to protest, when you slowly dragged your hot, wet tongue on the side of his face, tasting the metallic trail right up to his wound. He whimpered when your tip lapped not too gently on the cut, your lips trying to soothe the sting. 

You didn't even know when you migrated on his lap, his hands clutching at your flanks. You weren't sure if he shook underneath you because of the pain or pleasure, but his hard bulge digging into your groin gave you some hints. 

With some, not so subtle, moves of your hips you made Colt root into you, the friction definitely too little for your likening. 

“Too many layers…” you groaned into his jaw, nibbling your way to his thick neck. Your hands desperately tried to undo all buttons in his jeans, feeling him doing the same to you. 

Your lips captured Colt's moan when he felt your hand slip past his boxers and fixed his strained cock, taking some pressure of it, teasing his leaking head. 

“Too tight, babe, you need to get rid of them…,” his hands pushed you abruptly and caught the waistband of your jeans, taking them off in one motion, almost ripping his own pants right after. 

Before you could sit back at his lap, he held you by your butt, your knees wide with his muscled thighs between them. 

“What are you…,” you've started but quickly shut up, when Colt slide down the seat, his wide chest pushing your legs even more apart. You brace yourself on the backrest of the couch and swallowed the shout ripped from your throat by stuntman’s skilled mouth attacking your already oversensitive pussy. He licked long strip between your folds, probing your dripping interior, pushing as deep as he could, making you shiver, pulling you closer to his face. His beard scratched but you didn't dare to say a word when he was licking you into oblivion. It felt almost too much when he sucked at your clit but still too little for you to come. 

“Colt, Colt, Colt…” you tried to catch his attention and he stopped middle lick, tongue buried in your core. 

“Whot, whot, whot,” he mumbled, moving his face with your raising body. 

“I need you… All of you…”

You didn't have to tell him twice, being suddenly thrown on your back, your knees pushed to your chest. 

The man above you didn't even play a tease, not even align himself, just impaled your pussy with his thick, veined cock, his heavy balls hitting your exposed butt. 

“Oh…my…Go…” your moan died when he hit your cervix, but before you could feel any real discomfort, Colt moved back a bit and was too eager to keep himself deep long enough. He quickly picked up the pace, his breath uneven, wincing when the sweat from his forehead fall right into the cut on his brow. The salty drops mingled with fresh blood and dropped on your cheek and nose, leaving pink dots there. Feeling around, you caught the sleeve of Colt's t-shirt and gently wiped his face, keeping it for a moment on his injury. 

He leaned into your touch, guiding your legs to hug his hips, pushing your chests together. 

With hands thread through your hair, he kissed you, his moves becoming sloppy and irregular. 

“I'm close baby, are you close?” he huffed into your mouth at one breath between kisses. 

You nodded and then slightly shook your head. You were balancing on the edge for some time now, you just needed something little bit extra. 

“Okay… Okay,” he mumbled and reached with his hand between you. His thumb found your clit right away, the arousal you felt making it impossible to miss. 

You literally shook when he swiped the pad on your nub and before you knew, your pussy clenched his cock, driving it deeper, almost locking it inside. 

Your eyes shot to his swollen brow and you felt almost embarrassed for how this look made you cum immediately. 

Colt, feeling you contracting around him, your mouth letting a string of cut off moans, grunted into your neck, biting it, chasing his own bliss that made you full of his seed in seconds. He rode the high, pushing himself on his locked arms, looking into your eyes. 

He didn't even have to tell you The Big Word. You saw it in his gaze. And you hoped he saw it too in yours. 

With Colt's long puff and sudden cold embracing your sweat covered body, the sudden realization of everything that happened dawned on you. 

“Oh God… Baby, I'm sorry,” you sat quickly, squirming at the cum flowing out of you and strain on your hips. You kneeled next to your man who now tried to catch his breath, wincing at the throbbing pain he suddenly became aware of. 

“What are you sorry for?” he sighed and looked a bit dazed at you fussing around, your hands gently cupping his face. 

“T-this and… you know…” your thumb reached but omitted the swollen part of his face. 

“Your blood kink kicking in?” he chuckled and winced again. 

Your eyes shot wide and you slapped his arm. 

“I don't have a blood kink!”

You left him, rushing to the bathroom for a first aid kit and fresh water in a bowl. 

When you got back to him, Colt managed to just tucked himself back in boxers, the whole day of shooting, the bar fight and your last quite intense session finally crushing down on him. He just hardly registered your gentle hands washing his face, cleaning his wound and putting some steri-strips on the cut to close it. With his injury secured you put his shirt on and helped him untangle from his jeans caught at his ankles and almost dragged him to bed. 

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“How are you feeling, baby?” you took the glass from him after he swallowed some painkillers and let him pull you to lay on top of his body. He hummed and held you close. 

“Dazed and amazed. You have a nice punch there, Rocky,” you felt him kiss the top of your head and wanting it or not, you let the weariness and lingering alcohol take over you, sleep suddenly heavy on your body. 

Before blacking out, you only mumbled, more to yourself than Colt, “I don't have a blood kink.”

[junosartsthetic]

I’m not saying I’m a slut for Joseph Joestar, but I am saying that I’ll gladly accept anything he has to offer me, including but not limited to his massive di

[w0rnoutsock]

uhm.. yeah..

[ickyguts]

couple ah sillies for the soul

[camzverse]

now spell sin

[dinozarr]

tutee!choso since technically the poll won… ¹⁸⁺

𝐓𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐄!𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎 . . . wasn’t the brightest tool in the shed when it came to his language arts. he wasn’t normally a verbal guy, let alone learning how to use grammar and punctuation properly. normally, he wouldn’t mind going about his day with a 36% average in his class, but he’d realized that exam season was closing in on him and when exam season neared, the end of school did as well.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀asking for extra credit was definitely out of the question, his teachers already hating the man for his lack of focus in class. he spent numerous hours hovering over his computer as if he were some sort of discord mod, scrounging the internet for a tutor who would give him lessons out of the kindness of their heart. with no fees, of course. he was a university student after all, so money was no where close to being in his name.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀however, after mentioning his situation to his cousin Noritoshi, the kid had given the man your contact information after he had also been tutored by you and passed his exams with flying colors. to say Choso was anxious to contact you would be a complete understatement. it took for his brother Yuuji to hype him up in order for him to even send a simple “hi” text.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀it wasn’t that he was nervous to talk to you in particular. he just got nervous around women in general. he swore that they terrified him, let alone talking to one would send him into a cardiac arrest. yet, when he met up with you at the library he found himself warming up to you faster than he expected. it took a few pushes of you asking him the same questions until he alas answered, but once he realized you weren’t going to be letting down anytime soon, he stopped forcing himself.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀the first few sessions were simple ice breakers. you pestering him about his life and family; him barely being able to answer you, let alone look you in the eyes. the way he fidgeted with his thumbs at the hems of his textbooks, and how he shook his leg at a lightning pace made his uncomfortable aura all to radiant. yet, you were used to guys with his personality. it was common for them to “want” a tutor, or at least pretend to need one just to talk to a girl. choso wasn’t like them though, he could barely speak more than a murmur with you, so you knew that he was here for just the knowledge.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀or so you thought.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀because, the day he watched as you made your way into his dorm room with a cropped black tank top and a pair of puffy pink short shorts with your matching black boxer briefs rimming around your waist, he could feel the fabric of his joggers tighten by the millisecond. you noticed how he’d reverted back to his stammering and nerve-racking ways after spending weeks building up the courage just to speak a proper sentence to you. it was quite odd, you thought. yet, didn’t put much effort behind the inquiry, simply just disregarding it.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀never would you have thought that you’d be balls deep on his dick, curling your hips with every movement you made on him. your arms were wrapped loosely around his neck with your fingers delicately entwining with his thick locks in the back of his head. each time you lifted yourself just to drop back down, you rolled your waist and felt as choso utterly melted beneath you.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀the man had regressed into nothing more of a puddle beneath you. the noises that left his quivering lips had your stomach jumbling together like a paper ball that you’d pass around the classroom. his large hands rested on either side of your body, the skim of his nails delving into the flesh of your ass and causing you to bite down on your bottom lip. the entirety of the man’s focus was on your chest that was front and center in his face, watching attentively as they bounced with each action you made.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ his erection had filled you up entirely, the girth of it far bigger than you could’ve imagined. the veins that dragged along the sides, and bottom rummaged your juicy walls eagerly. your dripping cunt had sucked him in so smoothly you swore you could see stars the deeper he entered you. only halfway in and his throbbing tip that was already leaking in his pre-cum was rubbing your cervix. never would you have thought you’d be a gasping and groaning mess when taking in a guys dick so well. you also didn’t think choso would be the first student you’d hook up with, but there’s always a first.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀tears stained the man’s cheeks, his eyes coaxed in those same glossy reflection as he gazed up at you with nothing but pure admiration whirling within his chocolate irises.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ “i-i-i’m sorry if i’m hurting you-”

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ “shut up” stating simply, you pressed your swollen lips against his to suppress the moans you felt building up in your core.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀his upward thrusts that met you halfway left your already sore legs, jello-like. you pushed your body onto his more while pulling him closer, your stomachs almost touching with how aggressive your actions were.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ you were both close, choso’s thrusts becoming sloppier and your moans getting louder. soon enough he was full on crying through his orgasm while your eyes rolled back with your hands planted solidly against his bare chest. your mouth was open just a slither prior to laying your forehead against his shoulder, each of you heaving uncontrollably.

NOTEZ : i need to start writing for more characters bro🧑‍🦯🧑‍🦯 might do attack on titan next idk idk

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[gooseloverfiction]

Chains

Colt Seavers x afab!reader +18

Flesh Battle is on and Colt believes he has upper hand...

Part 1

NsFW, teasing, semi-public space, Colt being Colt as I imagine him, caught in his own game...

Idea by amazing @bluehody !

Word count: 1031

Part 2

It was his luck… 

Crane didn't work and it was supposed to be just a few minutes and here he was, bound in chains like goddamn Houdini, waiting for the machine to work and cameras to roll. 

He would be probably more chilled if not for the past few days of mutual teasing. 

A snap of a photo here, a voice message there, the short videos exchanged. He knew pretty well how thin the ice was he was walking but you were never the one to pass the ball at your corner and soon evening and morning Colt-on-Colt actions stopped giving him enough relief. 

And he was the one who started that with the not so subtle photo snapped in a mirror, with his body fresh from the shower, the free hand hardly covering his front… 

You answered pretty late, clearly annoyed (in a rather good way) and he knew he got you.

Until you get him with the photo snapped in the morning, your back to the standing mirror in your bedroom, bending to get underwear from the floor. The one you had to step up from when it fell to your feet, just moments before. 

And the game started, each swing of the racket finding weak points on both sides of the court. 

So here Colt was… 

Bound in chains, with unmistakable boner in his leather pants, his imagination running wild to entertain him while he waited in the room with no air con, choosing the hottest parts of your 'Flesh Battle' . He had a knack for the names…and for making himself a walking disaster. 

Colt relaxed a bit, spreading his legs wider, but the pressure was still there. At least the costume he wore was not that tight.

Swinging doors creaked gently and Colt sighed from relief. They will shoot the last scene and he will go to his trailer, taking care of his aching business.

“That's definitely not 5 minutes, pal” his voice boomed, when he heard slow steps. He rose from the chair but a firm hand pushed him down. The smell of perfume hit him and made his mouth dry. 

Oh no…

“Sweetheart!” he beamed nervously when you stood just a few steps away from him. 

He definitely didn't expect you to fly more than a dozen hours to see him just as he was three weeks from wrapping it all and going back home, to you. 

You didn't say a word, a weird, small smile on your pretty face. 

“Baby?” 

Colt looked at your skirt that left way too little for his imagination. His eyes roamed your shirt, his throat bobbing at the last buttons strategically opened. He held his breath when you put hands on his shoulders, nudging his legs to close them. As he did, you just straddled him and slowly nestled yourself on his lap. Your hand snaked on top of his chains and up to his neck. Colt felt fingertips scratching his head, fingers threading through his bleached hair. He groaned when you tugged his hair, prickles on his skin racing down his spine, pooling at his core. He was surprised he could get even harder… 

“I told you I have a pretty tight schedule for the next few weeks and can't get distracted,” your quiet voice, going right to his ear, made him shiver. Oh, he was in hella trouble. 

“And I get that, I'm in a pretty tight spot too,” the stuntman wiggled a bit, chains around his torso clanging. That was a huge mistake as the movement made his erection rub at your crotch, making you both involuntarily moan. 

“God, you're so hot” Colt's voice was suddenly strained. You moved your hips, pressing more into an obvious bulge, making him groan. 

It was so much better to listen to it live than through the metallic sound of his microphone, his reception mostly bad enough to cut it.

The man got a peek at his lap, when your hand let him go, and seeing the glossy leather on his crotch, he knew… 

“What got into you?” you asked, your fingers suddenly yanking his head up to let your lips crash. He hardly got time to take a breath. 

When you parted, his eyes were wide open, your hips now moving at a steady pace, making it impossible for him to hold on too long. 

“Me? You're the one riding me now without your panties on,” he breathed between moans and groans, into your ear. 

You stopped, hearing something. Colt whined so you kissed him again, a tongue muffling the sounds. 

“Fair,” you whispered, your hand reaching between your bodies. Chains he was in, were starting right at his navel, making it possible to reach and untie strings keeping his pants closed. 

“Whatcha doin’?” Colt's voice broke a little when he felt your fingers quickly opening up the leather masking his strained cock. 

But he got his answer when your hand slid right into the hot mess of his pants. 

“Jesus, Colt,” you huffed, feeling the almost scorching heat of his body, mixed with sweat and loads of pre-cum. The touch of your hand made it impossible for him to come back with some banter. At this point he was numb from shoulders to abs, and oversensitive from his waist, down. When you managed to have some sort of hold on him, the stuntman prayed in his head for the faulty crane to not be repaired before he would get the prize. 

But it was his luck… 

With your mouth nibbling at his stretched neck, your thumb stroking his leaking tip, making him shiver, Colt heard a burst of voices, closer and closer. 

He was so shaken by the abrupt disappearance of your hand and body, he didn't register when his pants were tied again, leaving him hanging on the last strand before orgasm. 

The door creaked loudly and he could hear people coming in. With the corner of his eye he saw the glimpse of skin. Before his crewmates reached him, he narrowed his eyes, suddenly realizing what he's looking at… you were picking up the keycard from the floor, bent all the way down, your bare body on full display. Colt blinked and you were gone in the shadows. 

“Sneaky beast…”

[softest-bunnny]

think i can take it all?

wanna find out?

[w0rnoutsock]

bullying them into cumming.

whispering in their ear,

"is this what you like? is this really what gets you off? yeah?" as you violently hold them down and finger their dripping hole- to what they reply with "no! it's not! i- i hate it! i hate it!" so you reply, "then why are you so fucking noisy and soaked?!"

"desperate fuckmeat can't even hide they love getting forcibly stretched.." and feeling them clench, spasm around your fingers, their needy whimpers filling the room.

as you remove your drenched fingers from inside them, you finally go:

"there, there you go.. yeah.., i told you.. you were loving it, slut."

[pepperpixel]

More petrigrof!!! First a set of pics I didn’t fully finish of these 2 in sexy sweaters. And secondly!!!! The last / bonus picture of a set of nsfw petrigrof I posted on my nsfw twitter! The rest of that art… is here. If you want to see it lol

[stormclouds-makeraine]

:3 💗

more from this AU from my instagram story under the cut!! i intend to post a fic for it at some pointttt

[lavend3r-stardust]

The way i get so wet thinking of being tag teamed by both of them, them taking turns breeding my pussy, sliding their dick into my mouth as the other fucks me deeper . . . Him fucking me to hilt so good, his dick buried inside my little pussy while she rides my face n her juices drip down my chin as he pulls out to cum on my stomach, seeing him eat me out -his tongue teasing and prodding, gliding up and down my slick cunt while his fingers delve into my hole- while she face-fucks me and ruts her hips, watching me take her cock deeper into my mouth like a slut

[gooseloverfiction]

I can't get enough

Part 2 to "Chains"

Colt Seavers x afab!reader +18

With too little time left, everyone gets bit desperate...

Part 1

Title from the 'new theme song' by amazing KISS

NSFW, piv, unprotected (wrap It folks!), lot of desperation and just Colt being Colt

Word count: 1,092

Colt almost sprinted, if not the slight throb in the knee and pull at his back. But he was back to his trailer in a record time. With a big hand on the silver handle, he pushed the door, which remained closed. 

His brow rose as he tried again, with more force. Nothing… He stumbled down two metal steps and watched the small, wheeled house with a suspicious look. Nah, it was his place for sure. Finally he got a glimpse of the sticky note with scribbled hotel name and room number. He didn't even bother getting in, turning on the heel and stomping through the paths, on the edge of trailers’ park. 

His phone pinged not even two minutes later and he had to shield it from the sun to make up what he was seeing. 

It was a shot made in a mirror. Colt moved his head to the side and huffed seeing legs bend in knees and a hand between them, one of the fingers definitely dipping in. 

The caption said: Plane takes off at 9 pm. 

The stuntman looked at the beaten up watch. It was already 5 pm. 

Desperately, he moved his long legs faster, purposely taking his aching body towards the parking lot. 

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The drill was easy… 

If you were staying in the hotel, Colt would come, ask for a second room key that you would ask to leave for him at the reception and then make himself home, whether you were there or not. Most often he would make himself home between your legs as you hardly ever was not waiting for him.

That’s why he was baffled, again, when the door to your room didn’t open. His keycard didn’t work and you weren’t answering despite his rather obnoxious knocks that were carried down the corridor.

“Babe?!” Colt tried to keep his voice at reasonable volume, looking at his watch and trying a card on the lock again. It beeped a few times and … nothing.

He growled and marveled how simple electronics hated him. 

You’ve heard the commotion outside your door, when you stepped out from the shower, sure it couldn't be Colt. It was too early… 

With another knock, you put the towel tight around yourself, grabbing the fluffy robe you left on the couch. There was silence for a moment and you turned the knob and opened the door, right when the stuntman tried to push it, after another swipe of the key didn't work. 

He stumbled inside, momentum making him leap. His instinct made him roll and jump to his feet quickly. Everything looked like some crazy stunt and you stood there with wide eyes and a knob still in your hand. 

“I hate those cards, what happened to goddamn keys?!”

You closed the door and locked them from the inside. With just a few steps you were both smashing your lips and hips together, as if tomorrow wouldn't come. Colt managed to pry himself from your mouth and teeth pulling at his lower lip and frantically started to push you toward the couch, pulling your robe and towel up. 

“Bend over, please bend over,” the man was practically begging and you couldn't even say anything before you were flipped and pushed gently down, over the armrest. 

He carefully kicked your legs wider apart, his fingers spreading you, the tip of his cock already at your entrance. You didn't even register when he opened his jeans or pulled out. 

“Baby, waaaaa-” your voice died on you, consumed by the loud moan that drowned in Colt's long ‘fuuuuuuuu–”, as he pushed into your pussy right till his balls. For a long time nothing happened and you anxiously looked behind your shoulder, your man's face twisted in some sort of ‘superfocus’, as he liked to call it. He was so horrible with names… 

“Don't wiggle, or I'll…,” he didn't have to finish for you to know. You chuckled, using your inner muscles to grip harder on his throbbing length. 

His fingers dug deeper in your hips. A short slap broke the silence and stopped you. 

You could feel a slight sting in your butt and chuckled even more. Colt was one big teddy bear but on the edge he would show some claws. 

After what felt an eternity, he finally started moving, his rugged breath hot on your back. He leaned and tried to slip his big hand between you and the couch to reach your clit. He was more than aware that he can bust a nut any moment now, your tight pussy clutching him. He dipped his finger in you when his hips moved back and with slick pad started to tease on definitely too up-tempo. You tried to move yourself from him, only resulting in his cock hitting you right in your delicious spot. 

His moans and groans were cut by desperate words ‘Please, cum, cum, cum…’

You almost rolled your eyes at his chivalry, he would die before he would cum first. 

Colt sunk teeth in your shoulder and it was enough for encouragement, your body shaking underneath him, your pussy squeezing, gripping, milking him from every single drop as he cummed half a second after you, still fucking you hard and quick.

With the aftershocks falter and Colt stopping, you took a shaky breath and moved a bit to make him slip from your dripping entrance, letting you finally have a longer look at his red face. He was caging you with his arms, his cock sticking out from his open jeans that he kept on. He actually kept everything on, including his black and red leather jacket. 

“Wow…you needed it quick, huh?” you joked, reaching to the zipper under the base of his neck but he stopped you, biting your hand. 

“Ouch!”

“If you don't want to drop dead right here, don't open it,” he wheezed, putting his forehead on yours.

Your brows moved up and you shook your head in disbelief.

“You didn't shower…”

“I didn't shower…"

You tucked him back into his pants and jeans and just forcefully moved his large frame, slapping his ass to move toward the bathroom. 

You loved that goof but loved your sense of smell a bit more… 

Colt turned his head, looking at you with a pout,”You're not coming?”

Your eyes had to give him the answer, ‘cause he sighed dramatically and moved toward the humid room. 

“I'll call you after the first one?,” the hope in his voice made you crack a smile. 

“Call me after second…"

[syztemerrxr]

Beacon of Light kind of experimental stuff

[w0rnoutsock]

twitching at the idea of someone spreading my legs open and mocking me for how wet and hard i get so easily. toying with my tdick. grinding their much bigger cock against it. telling me to look down at how it slowly slides against my hole and back up against my tdick again, making disgusting wet sounds and laughing at how sticky and messy i am...

[sp1cychamm0y]

Just so you all know, all the content I make here does not accurately represent how I view my favorite ships. I just wanted to see if I could make these types of drawings and I already saw that I could lol. we all know these characters arent human, therefore cant feel attraction and reproduce the way we do.

yknow there's a thing called filtering tags and posts right?