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Colin Gray

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A - Z of Colin Gray* (8/26) - 13.5k words

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Hesitation

H was for-

Colin was a mess. There was no other way to put it.

Since that night at your house, he hasn’t been able to think straight. When he dared to even utter those words, the teeny sound that rose out of you in your slumber made his heart nearly stop beating entirely. What was he thinking? What if you had heard him? What would he do if he lost you already?

Most importantly, why was he unable to do the whole “casual” thing with you?

At the end of the day, none of this was meant to be more than a fuck-buddy arrangement. An outlet, nothing more. Yet, here he was, staring at his ceiling in the dead of the night questioning what the fuck was wrong with him. Colin really wanted to text you— call you– anything if it meant being able to get these feelings off his chest. Except he didn’t know what those feelings even were. Did he actually love you or was that just because of the context of when he said it? What was love even supposed to feel like?

He knew he certainly liked you. He liked talking to you, being around you, seeing the way you got along with his other friends, the way you smelled like pure bliss… Crap, he was losing focus.

Dragging his hands down his face in frustration, Colin sat up in his bed, realizing that if he wanted even a fraction of a hope of sleeping tonight, he would either need to take more melatonin gummies than the FDA would legally allow for one person in a single night, or he would need to actually speak to you and work out his turmoil like a good young adult would.

Colin chose the former.

It goes without saying that he slept straight through every single alarm he had set on his phone and had to scramble like a chicken with its head cut off to get to first period on time looking like fresh hell. In his mad dash to beat the bell, he passed by you and Jennifer, making his heart pound in his chest for an entirely different reason. The boy avoided your gaze and remained fixated on merely not being late. Thankfully, he made it through the door just as the bell went off, and melted into his chair with a sigh of relief. Sure, he looked insane, but compared to how he usually presented himself, he just seemed slightly off from his normal self. It’s not like anybody would pay close enough attention to take notice, either. Well, nobody except maybe you. Oh fuck, what was he going to do about you? He couldn’t even look at you in the hallway, much less stomach the thought of speaking to you right now.

Why couldn’t he just let things stay how they are– were? Nothing was making sense right now. His heart had a weight that made itself known to an obnoxious degree and he couldn’t think about anything effectively for more than three or so seconds before the topic switched yet again. The day breezed right passed him and as soon as it had begun, it was already over. Colin had gone on complete autopilot for seven straight hours, just stuck in his own head, running anxious scenarios back-to-back.

Truth be told, Colin wondered if he was even worthy of love, both giving and receiving it. His mother didn’t go to any great lengths to show unconditional care and support like any good parent ought to, and that cycle of para-neglect seriously fucked up how his brain processed these kind of emotions. If that much wasn’t obvious, this day was certainly proof.

Just as he was settling into his car to head home, his phone buzzed with a text from the very girl who’d been on his mind literally all day, except he was tentative to even glance at the screen. He knew it was a text from you because he had a specific vibration set to go off when you messaged, that way he could know whether or not it was okay to check his phone in case it was inappropriate, or if he was ignoring other notifications but still wanted to be ready if you reached out.

Regardless, he was stuck. Time stood still for Colin as he tried to think about what to do. He couldn’t just ignore you. What if the text was important? Oh shit- what if the text was you saying you found someone else? His knuckles turned pale white from gripping the steering wheel and his heart nearly stopped when his phone went off yet again with your specific vibration pattern.

“Okay Colin, just relax, I’m sure she doesn’t think you’re some kind of crazy weirdo and she probably didn’t even hear what you said,” his inner-monologue attempted to console him. It might not be too obvious, but the boy had just about lost his marbles by this point. That’s when an idea struck him, and one that actually wasn’t even half bad.

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It wasn’t a terribly long drive to Kiara’s place, at least not when traffic was kind, which it never was, but oh well. She was quick to the door, expecting his arrival thanks to the quick phone call the two shared as he drove over.

“Honey, come here,” Kiara wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into a caring hug, knowing he was in a more fragile state than normal. He sighed in her embrace, already comforted just from being in her presence. Kiara was semi-informed as to what exactly was going on for Colin. He explained to her that he and you are kind of a couple but not really, but he refused to address your dynamic as “friends with benefits” because it was just plain more than that. Further detailing how he’s been feeling stronger and stronger about you, his heart fluttering whenever you so much as giggle at something stupid he said. Of course, he also mentioned those forsaken words he mumbled that set him off on this whole weird spiral.

“Is your… pen charged?” Colin asked once the two had made it into Kiara’s room. Her parents trusted her a great deal, so they had no issue with a boy being in there with the door closed. Besides, Kiara graduated last year, so she was just able to do more overall, including obtaining her medical card.

“I mean it is, but why are you asking? Did you want a hit?” Kiara asked, sitting down on her bed and pulling her pen out from her bra. Colin had smoked a few times with his friends, but it wasn’t a recurring habit, more like every once in a while, usually when he was stressed out, though he often joined in when others were as well. Not in a peer pressure way, he just felt like occasions such as those were appropriate to partake in the festivities.

“If that would be okay, yeah. This whole thing has just had me all sorts of freaked out,” Colin flopped onto the bed, lying on his back with his legs hanging over the edge. Kiara, the generous type, handed it over to him. It was still warm in his hands as he brought it to his lips and inhaled the blueberry-flavored vapor.

Cut ahead about twenty minutes and the two of them were both having a fairly pleasant time. Kiara wasn’t as gone as Colin, but he wasn’t exactly a heavyweight with these kinds of things.

“I guess I just… I like her a lot, y’know? And I don’t want to…” Colin struggled to find the word, his brain overlapping the sentences he just said with the ones he had yet to say.

“Fuck things up beyond repair?” Kiara finished his thought for him, doing skincare at her desk, a light-up mirror illuminating her picturesque features. Fun fact, Colin had a huge crush on her his freshman year but he couldn’t say anything. It faded after he became closer friends with her, but he never really brought it up even after the fact.

“That’s it,” he snapped in acknowledgment, mildly amused by the way his hands look when he snaps, “I feel like if I mess things up, then I’m just kinda fucked for a while. I mean… who else is coming forth and being all like ‘Oh Colin, you’re so coooool, let’s have sex a whole bunch and it not mean anything.’” Colin rambled. Kiara was quick to correct his tone.

“Hey now, remember, she’s probably under a lot of pressure. The girl probably just doesn’t want to come on too strong. It’s possible that she thinks you want to keep things casual so she’s trying to seem all nonchalant and shit. A lot of people feel like it’s weird if you actually show interest in somebody.” Kiara was very emotionally intelligent, almost to a frightening degree. She was pursuing psychology in college, planning on going into the psychiatry field. Thankfully for the people in her life, she chose to use her powers of people-skills for good.

“I guess…” Colin sighed, rolling over to look at Kiara. “Do you think I’m worthy of love?” He asked bluntly, as if asking what the weather was like.

“Of course. It can just be hard for people to be genuine, especially at this point in time. How old did you say she was again?” “17.”

“Right, 17 is a tricky age, I mean, you’re only a few months older than her. Can you honestly say you don’t feel pressured to act a certain way even though you don’t conform to the standards of your peers?” Kiara spoke super doctor-y. Colin had the passing thought that she would be a really good doctor. But her handwriting was like… amazing, so would she have to change that?

“Colin.” Kiara said his name, bringing him back to reality after he spaced out thinking of a way to answer her question.

“Ah, sorry, uh… I guess not. It’s still annoying though.” Colin grumbled, rubbing his face against the ridiculously soft blanket on Kiara’s bed. How many minutes have gone by since he last checked the clock? Whoa, only five. Crazy.

“So stop ignoring the poor girl. For all you know, she might be crying to her bestie right now because you haven’t said a word to her all day.” Kiara had a very good point. However, Colin had fallen asleep, and didn’t hear it.

Kiara merely chuckled at seeing Colin conked out on her bed. She figured he’d stressed himself out a whole bunch and didn’t sleep well the night before. Letting the poor boy rest, she continued with her skincare, she was just about done, anyway.

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Colin Gray Movie Date HCs

Colin Gray x Reader (Mild NSFW)

Headcanons for how Colin behaves on a movie date ~

Prompt: i beg on my hands and knees for u to write a chapter with y/n on a movie date with him and my life and soul IS YOURSSSS

How can I refuse such a generous offer?

It goes without saying that he’d take you to see Rocky Horror as a yearly tradition.

Colin isn’t huge on the movie theater as a date location, mainly because he’d rather watch something with you from the comfort of either of your own homes and have the freedom to pause the movie when he has to pee instead of hoping he picks a part he can afford to miss. However, he adores when everyone comes together for the late-night double-feature picture-show. There’s a certain kind of magic to seeing a horde of enthusiasts all dressed up and excited, and the first time he brought you along with him, he had the worst butterflies in his stomach.

He usually dresses up as one of background guests from the cult-classic, opting for something more niche and special to him. Besides, his mother would never let him leave the house dressed as Frank-n-furter. When you expressed wanting to dress up together as Brad and Janet, however, Colin was fully prepared to ditch his go-to. Can you really blame him, though? You had the cutest sparkle in your eye when you made the suggestion and he just couldn’t bring himself to say no.

Paying for snacks at the actual theater is one of the dumbest things a person can do in Colin’s book. He doesn’t buy into the capitalist greed of overpriced overcooked popcorn and fun-size candy that costs $10. Instead, like any civilized individual, he stashed a whole bunch of treats and whatnot in his jacket, and you, being just the perfect little accomplice, had more chocolate in your purse than was probably necessary. Who’s counting, anyway? (Ten king-sized bars)

The drive to the theater goes by like nothing with Colin crooning along to the soundtrack, his hand on your thigh during “Touch-A-Touch-A-Touch-A-Touch Me” which made you weirdly flustered considering some of the things the two of you had done together in the past. Something about seeing him in plain clothes and nerdy glasses just made the lyrics feel as though you were just as desperate to be… fulfilled by your very own creature of the night.

Once you actually make it to your seats, which Colin made sure were towards the center of the theater so as to optimize your viewing experience, Colin can barely contain his giddiness. You can hear him giggling like a little kid as he bounces his leg, anxiously awaiting the dimming of the lights. He slides his hand over yours on the shared armrest, giving you an assuring squeeze  as his smile practically reaches his ears. What a dork. You love him so much.

As the night goes on, the two of you share laugh after laugh, shouting out with the other audience members, learning of new call-outs that must be popular elsewhere, and just enjoying the movie. Every now and then you notice Colin glancing over at you to make sure you’re having a good time, which makes it harder to focus on the movie because you can just tell he cares about you so deeply. From the moment you two sat down, he’s had an arm around you or your hand interlaced with his. When food inevitably goes flying, he’s quick to try and protect you, but of course, you both end up at least a little messier than when you first entered the theater.

The night comes to a quiet, soft ending as you two replay various events and get cleaned up, ultimately falling asleep in each other’s arms. It stands to reason why Colin is so intent on going every year, because even if he doesn’t like the movies as a general date option, there’s something so different about the evening you just shared.

Colin’s major issue with the cinema is that he can’t pay as much attention to you. Is that slightly obsessive?

Probably.

But he likes hearing you talk, and he can’t enjoy that too much when you’re in a context that forbids speaking. Rocky Horror night isn’t like that, though. He can drink up the passion in how you yell out obscenities alongside everyone else and watch one of his favorite films. Sure, it’s over-the-top and a little dated in some regards, but none of that matters to him. When you’re in the theater, knowing that nobody is judging you in the slightest, it makes one take a liking to joining in on the fun.

While Colin had yet to find out, you swore that next year, you two would go as Frank-n-furter and Rocky, Colin’s mom be damned. You weren’t above a less-modest gold get-up if it meant seeing Colin in a corset and drag makeup.

Do I think Colin would try to fuck you in the back of the theater? Heavens no. He would talk up the kinkiness of such a concept, and in theory, it undoubtedly turns him on, but if you were to actually start rubbing your hand over his crotch while there’s a few people just a handful of rows ahead of you, well, Colin wouldn’t be the most calm man. As your lips press into his, he can’t resist the urge to kiss back, instinctively running his hand up your thigh, but he’s snapped out of it when someone in the theater coughs and reminds him of where he is.

“You’re gonna get us in trouble one day, you know that?” He’d tease, lightly play-punching your shoulder as you laugh at your own evil genius.

“You love it,” You’d remind him.

“I do,” He’d concur, before one more sweet kiss and then return to watching the movie.

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A - Z of Colin Gray

Colin Gray x Reader (NSFW)

There was so much more to him than you thought ~

Hello! Welcome to the index/table of contents for A - Z of Colin Gray! (See author's note at bottom of post)

Agreement

Bold

Cuffs

Dacryphilia

Exhibitionism

Feast

Grinding

Hesitation

Author's Note: This is a narrative fic that explores many forms of sexual expression and kinks while also serving as a romance story between reader (that's you!) and Colin Gray. It's worth noting that some chapters may contain content that not everyone enjoys or is necessarily comfortable with, however, please know that at no point are there depictions of graphic violence/gore, non-consensual activities, or toxic behavior. Hopefully, the worst that happens is that a chapter contains something that you yourself may not partake in, but are otherwise not terribly uncomfortable.

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Grinding

G was for Grinding back into Colin as he humped against you, his arms around your waist. The Groans in your ear that sang to you his enjoyment and need. The Gentleness of his affection and how delicate he was unless told to be otherwise.

Normally, you were not the type to let someone spend the night unless they were your best friend, like Jennifer, who somehow always managed to provide liquor, and this was especially the case for run-of-the-mill hook-ups. However, when Colin laid down in your bed, tired from working on your collaborative writing project for AP Lit, you noticed just how late it had gotten. Your parents were away, like usual, and it seemed Colin was in no state to be driving.

“Colin, you good?” You poked at him, making sure he was still conscious.

“Mmmm, yeah ‘m fine…”

Convincing.

“Do you… need to go home?” You couldn’t believe you were actually about to offer this.

“We can keep working, I’m okay,” The sleepy boy insisted, though given that he couldn’t look you in the eyes and say that because he couldn’t keep them open, you figured the only realistic choice would be to let him sleep here. With you. For the night.

“No, no, like, will your mom freak out if you were to say, oh, I don’t know… staythenight.” The last part came out so quickly, like an afterthought.

“What was that?” Colin asked, not quite having caught your split-second proposal.

“Stay the night, Colin. You clearly shouldn’t be on the road right now and it’s not like you have anywhere to be tomorrow morning.”

That certainly seemed to grab his attention. Colin’s face lit up, captivated by your offer. Partly because no girl had ever invited him to sleep over just one-on-one, and because it was you who was asking him. Sitting up, he cleared his throat, visibly nervous.

“That uh… That would be fine with me. My mother would freak out regardless, not like I care much what she thinks of the matter, anyway.” It was funny, despite the things the two of you had done in these last few short months, you could have sworn he was actually blushing at the thought of sleeping in the same bed as you. Now, had either of you brought up that he would be sharing your bed? No, but you knew each other well enough that it was more or less in the fine print of the interaction.

“Okay, great, cool, um… well in that case, I guess I’ll go take a shower and do my whole nighttime thing. Do you maybe need anything? I can grab another blanket if you don’t want to share, or-” Colin cut you off.

“Don’t you worry about me, go do your stuff, I’ll be fine.” He waved a hand casually, dismissing your concerns and making sure you didn’t waste any time fretting over him.

“Alright, well, I’ll be back in a bit. Get comfy, I guess,” You chuckled, grabbing some pjs from your dresser, before heading to the bathroom. As you left, Colin was cleaning up from your work time, making sure everything was contained enough to be dealt with when he was to go home the following morning.

Your shower and all that went by just as it did any other night, except you could not stop yourself from thinking about Colin. Specifically, how things seemed different between the both of you since that movie night he took you to with his friends. The hook-ups seemed more attentive, now. Less about just getting to indulge in your pleasures together, but more passionate, almost… caring. Was he..? No, that couldn’t be it. What you two had was strictly for sex, nothing more.

Finally reuniting with your fuck-buddy, you came back to see Colin lying in your bed without a shirt on, the blanket pulled up to his naval, his clothes in a pile on the floor, including his pants. Colin was in his underwear. In your bed. Your bed that you were sharing with him for the night. Just his underwear.

Now it was your turn to blush.

“Oh hey, everything alright?” His expression was concerned, having seen you stopped in the door frame with a very flushed face.

“Y-Yeah, I just… didn’t expect you to sleep… like that,” You vaguely gestured towards his almost-naked body, which clued him into your surprise.

“Right, I uh,” He looked away from you, “I always sleep in my underwear, sorry. I can put my pants back on if it’s too weird for you.” Well you certainly did not want that.

“No, it’s fine, just ignore me, I’m being weird.” You chuckled nervously, settling into the bed next to Colin. The sheets had already been warmed by his body heat. It felt so nice and cozy to slip into. With a yawn and a stretch, you wished Colin a good night and clicked off the lamp on your nightstand. A silence hung in the room, save for the dull hum of the ceiling fan, until Colin softly spoke up.

“Hey, do you mind if I… if we… cuddle?” Voice hesitant, bashful, scared of possible rejection or making you uncomfortable.

“That… would be alright with me.” Words sweet salvation on his ears. The boy scooted a bit closer to you and slithered his arms around your waist, pressing his face into the back of your neck with a grace that you hadn’t been held with in a long time. The warmth of his body on yours was a comfort that you were not prepared to feel tonight. In fact, because of him, you were out cold in a matter of minutes, soothed by his presence and calmed by his touch.

You were awoken from your weird-ass dream by the sensation of Colin rocking his hips into your ass, a prominent erection pressing into you as he lazily humped. As far as you could tell, he was asleep, so maybe he was just having a really good dream. Either way, you didn’t know if he’d be ok with himself just doing that while you were supposedly also asleep.

“Colin…” You whispered, but to no avail. “Colin,” a second attempt, but louder and more direct. That got him. He jolted awake, his motions stopping dead in their tracks.

“Huh? Wh-What happened? I’m here, I’m here, babe.” He sounded panicked, like he was ready to fight.

“You were… grinding into me in your sleep,” You informed him, weirdly embarrassed for some reason. You could still feel his hard-on, so that was likely not making anything easier.

“Oh… oh my god, I’m so sorry, I can-” He started to pull away, but you grabbed onto his arm and yanked him back, not wanting him to stop.

“Don’t you dare,” A breath, “just, please, keep going. I… I liked feeling you.”

“Are you sure?” Why on Earth was he being such a gentleman? Does he not remember the time you cuffed him to the bed and milked the soul out of him?

“Yes, I’m sure. Now keep grinding on me, it feels… really good.” You pressed yourself into him so that his clothed cock was rubbing right against your cunt through the fabric of your shorts and panties. The pressure and closeness of the whole thing just made your skin feel on fire.

Colin, ever good at following orders, proceeded to continue gently rolling his hips and rubbing himself into you, groaning at the teasing feeling. His hand slid to your hip, a firm hold that kept you right where he wanted you.

It was immaculate. The way he panted on the back of your neck, his free hand slipping into your shorts and under your panties to rub your clit, all of it was just more and more on top of this experience. Your body spasmed with each new source of stimulation, driven by the sensuality of the evening’s encounter. While this was far from the first time you two did anything physical together, it felt so much closer, like something different than what the other instances were. Fuck, did it make you feel alive.

Bucking your hips back into Colin, you felt yourself come undone so easily, much quicker than you had before. Your orgasm was rapidly approaching, and Colin kissing on the back of your neck only fueled that fire as it raged below. You moaned out his name, overwhelmed by everything, hungry for more. Colin murmured yours back, his thrusts growing more desperate, signaling his own impending climax.

With his finger making expert work of your button, you were hurled into a pool of ecstasy just as he exploded in his boxers, each of you achieving that sweet rush at the same time. It was honestly impressive, but you could not care less about the sexual victory of cumming together unintentionally when your mind was rolling in bliss, sharing that euphoria with Colin as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

Coming down from the high, neither of you bothered to clean up at all. You soaked your panties a bit, and he his boxers, but those were issues for morning you and morning Colin. Simply rolling over and resting your head on his chest, his arms draping over your body, you two fell back asleep, basking in the afterglow as your heart rates calmed down.

When you had fallen asleep, Colin was left alone with his thoughts. His mind was racing. Everything felt so incredible since you started the whole arrangement. There was this newfound excitement in his day-to-day life that he had you to thank for. With immense fear and a sizable lump in his throat, he uttered three and a half words before being scared quiet by a little noise you made in your sleep.

“I think I lo-...”

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Feast

F was for the Feast Colin made of you when you finally gave him the chance. The Feeling of his lip ring against your Folds. The First of many, many meals to come.

Things were going more or less normally, with the two of you making out in your room, straddling his lap on the bed, his back to your headboard. Colin’s hands snaked their way up your sides, effortlessly slipping under your sweater as you rocked your hips against his lap. The house was empty, save for your lover and you, with your parents out on a date night that usually meant they’d be gone until midnight or even later. Madly in love, they were, despite how gross they could be at times.

“Mmm, fuck, Colin…” You sighed, sliding your tongue over his bottom lip as he managed to unhook your bra. You had taught the boy well, that was for sure. With a giggle, you leaned back and slid off the sweater, your bra being tossed haphazardly onto the floor.

Colin wasted no time lacing his tongue over your sensitive nipple, a hand gently caressing your other breast with such tenderness. Your body lurched for him, a whine escaping as he circled his warm tongue around the bud, sweet kisses placed upon it. When he bit down just enough to make you cry out, you felt your brain go blank, especially when he soothed the bit with more licks and kisses. Of course, he then gave your other breast the same treatment, and by the time he was done, you needed to feel his touch on your aching pussy otherwise you would pass out.

“Hey, can I… try something?” Colin gazed up at you, nervous, but clearly just as turned on as you were. After all, you had the hickies on your chest to prove it.

“Please, anything,” You purred, more than willing to let this man experiment with you so long as you could keep feeling this good. He smiled, excited, and had you lie down on your back, making sure you were nice and comfortable. Pillows to support your head, a relaxed position, and, obviously, not a thread of clothing on you. An offer for Colin to ditch his duds was met with a polite decline.

“I want to focus on you for now.” He spoke sweetly into your thigh, placing purposeful kisses on the skin as goosebumps spread from the sensual nature of his words. Fuck, when did he get so confident? Perhaps it only stood to reason that after doing this for a while, he’d get more self-assured. You liked it.

“Can I please taste you?”

Holy. Shit.

Those five words were enough to make you completely lose all sense of self-control. A desperate “please” left your lips and Colin got right to work.

Trailing more kisses down your thighs, nipping lightly at the skin, he eventually was so close to your center that you could feel his breath against your lips. Hot, wet, hungry . He started with a soft kiss, tentative, exploratory. It sent jolts up your spine, being such a new sensation. Colin continued to kiss at your folds, growing more and more needy with each passing second. When he began parting his lips and letting his tongue graze through, you could hardly prevent yourself from moaning out like a whore. Something about his lip ring only made it feel even better.

As he made out with your cunt, you unintentionally bucked your hips, grinding against his face as he savored the delectable juices of your wetness.

“So good,” He mumbled into your pussy, “so sweet.” You grasped at his hair for dear life, overwhelmed by the heavenly sensation of his tongue pleasuring you.

However, when he sucked on your swollen clit, your back arched up off the bed, unable to take just how incredible it felt.

“S-Softer, please…” You begged, not sure if you could handle that level of stimulation. Colin, ever cooperative, eased up just how hard he sucked on that button, and it was perfect. With the rate he was going, you doubted it would take you much longer than a few minutes before you came all over his face.

As he slid a finger inside of you, the air was punched out of your lungs. The way your insides clamped down around the lonesome digit, fueled by his tongue’s onslaught against your clit, was enough to make him groan in delight. Colin reveled in just how good he could tell he was making you feel. The way your body welcomed his every ministration with open arms, the way you moaned and whined for him, his name dancing on your lips with such sweet praise to accompany it. All of it too good to be true.

A second finger joined the first, curling up expertly in a way that caught you so off guard that you could no longer get out a solid word, your body trembled, so close to the edge that it almost hurt. Sad attempts to communicate how close you were fell on deaf ears as Colin made no changes to his actions, determined to make a mess of you without ever even getting undressed himself.

“That’s it, come on, baby,” He goaded, and fuck did it hit just right. Mere seconds later, your body was convulsing, ecstatic pleas flooding the room as you came so hard your vision went fuzzy. Colin slowed down a little, just aiding you through your climax as your body melted into the bed. Except for the fact that Colin didn’t stop, even after you had finished out your orgasm. In fact, he seemed to pick up to the pace that he was at before you came.

“Wh-What are you-” Colin cut you off.

“You’ve got one more in you, I know you do, darling.”

Sweet mercy.

All you could do was toss your head back as Colin maintained his steady pace, his fingers still pressing against that sweet spot inside you that took away your ability to think. Not even two minutes later did he have you spasming for him yet again, your body even more shaky as you lie there. Thankfully, Colin finally pulled away from your cunt just as the stimulation was starting to genuinely hurt.

You could barely lift your head to meet his kiss as he snuggled up beside you and pulled you close. Wrapping his arms around you protectively, he rubbed your back and thanked you for the chance to make you feel good.

“Colin, babe, you can do that whenever you want, fuck,” You babbled into his chest, the warmth of his body bringing comfort as he held you.

“I’m glad you liked it,” Colin planted a kiss to the top of your head.

This dynamic was really starting to shape out for the better.

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Exhibitionism

E was for the Exhibitionist side of yourself that you decided to indulge. The Exploration of your own limits and how far you were willing to go to torment your little boytoy. How Enticing you could be while doing so little.

It was as simple as a lacy black bra underneath a sheer, white t-shirt. 

Colin had invited you to a little get-together that his friends were throwing while the one guy’s dad was away on a business thing. He explained that it wouldn’t be much like the parties he figured you were used to, but he still thought it would be nice to have you there. Of course, your innate reaction was to jump with excitement and shout out the loudest “yes” your body could produce, but silly Colin– silly, stupid Colin– decided to ask you with Jennifer standing right next to you. You didn’t even have to look at her to know that grin was on her face.

See, the issue wasn’t that Colin was inviting you to a party, rather the issue was that Jennifer knew something was up. The girl, though you love her, could sniff out sexual tension like a blood hound, and she was definitely picking up on the dynamic between Colin and yourself.

“Gee, that sounds like so much fun, doesn’t it?” Jennifer mused, a playful yet not inherently malicious tone to her voice. It was like she could tell how badly you wanted to go without even hearing your response. Colin, focused solely on you, did not detect her scrutiny as he played with that rosary he kept on his wrist.

“I uh…” Fuck, when did it get so warm in here? “That sounds okay, I guess,” You hated how much you sounded like you couldn’t care less, but it was necessary to keep Jennifer from interrogating you with questions later. Seeing his face drop a little made your heart hurt. He seemed so excited, but after your lackluster RSVP, his mood took a hit. What did it matter to you though? It’s not like you owed him your time or anything. He had no claim to you.

But shit, it stung knowing you bummed him out like that.

“Oh, come on, now, don’t be like that. Tell you what, I’ll come too. In fact, I know a guy who can hook us up with some drinks.” Jennifer, no! She was going to ruin everything! If she tagged along, you’d be stuck having to act like you don’t want to be there. Although, it’s not like Colin was inviting you as a date, right? It was just a friendly invitation like when you had him come to your birthday party a few weeks ago, that’s all.

“There’s no need, Bruce already stocked up. Besides, I don’t know if it’s really your scene, Jennifer. It’s just a few of my friends having a movie night, playing a few games, that kind of thing.” Colin interjected, which, admittedly, you thanked the universe for because you were struggling to think of something to get Jennifer to back off without simultaneously raising further suspicion.

“Hm, alright then, if that’s what you’re into.” Jennifer shrugged, knowing how to take a hint. “Hope you all have a total blast,” she quipped, raising an eyebrow to emphasize how dull it sounded. She went off to go fetch something from her locker before heading home for the day, leaving you and Colin alone.

“So… when can I expect to be picked up?” You asked, a sweet smile creeping onto Colin’s face. He was clearly excited that you had agreed to join them.

“This Saturday, I’ll grab you at around 5:30,” Colin had this glimmer in his eyes that just made you want to bite his neck and watch those pretty peepers roll back. “And um… yeah, I’ll see you then.”

You giggled, “It’s a date.”

Fuck. Wrong word.

The way his face reddened so fast was not even funny. Colin seemed to totally blue-screen at that. You were quick to correct yourself.

“N-Not like a date date, just that like I’ll be seeing you and like… ugh, you get what I mean.” You hid your face in your hands, embarrassed by the slip of the tongue. You didn’t want to have that be a date, and you had no intention of doing anything romantic with him. The agreement was that you were not a couple or anything exclusive like that. Great, now you probably just confused him.

“Y-Yeah, I follow. I’m uh… gonna go home now. Bye!” And with that, Colin scurried off, seemingly flustered by that awkward interaction. You couldn’t blame him, though. You felt equally as thrown-off. Whatever, those kinds of silly whoopsies happen all the time, the best thing to do would be to just accept that it happened, trust that Colin understood what you meant, and move on.

Nothing out of the ordinary here.

•♤♡◇♧•

Saturday came around soon enough, and you felt daring in two very specific ways. The first being this delicate, lacy black bra that you knew for a fact would drive Colin crazy, and over it was the sheerest top you owned. You could see every little detail of the lace through the fabric, especially if you were to stretch at all. However, that didn’t feel like enough. See, it had been a bit since your last rendezvous with Colin, and you felt like an animal in heat. You were practically humping your pillow every night to the thought of feeling him inside you. So, to make things even better, you decided to ditch the panties you had on underneath your skirt. The beautiful part was that you could sit, bend over, and everything without exposing yourself. You wanted to tease Colin, but you weren’t about to needlessly flash his friends.

With your master ensemble put together, you slipped on a jacket so your parents wouldn’t catch on, grabbed your purse, and waited for your date- Colin, you waited for Colin to come pick you up. Thankfully, he was rather punctual, as you recalled from your birthday, and showed up right around when he said he would.

Hopping into his car, you took off your jacket and tossed it into the backseat. The look on Colin’s face was even better than you had hoped it would be. The way his eyes shot open and a blush spread across his cheeks was just too worth it.

“Yes, Colin?” You batted your eyelashes at him, knowing full-well why he was so suddenly speechless.

“Y-Y-You uh… you um… uh…” It was cute seeing him all bashful like this, especially considering how he’d seen you naked multiple times. You felt proud knowing you had this effect on him even after your many hangouts. Merely patting him on the head, you chuckled and told him to go ahead and drive.

You decided to mention that you didn’t have any panties on just as you both were approaching the front door to enter Bruce’s house. Needless to say, he fucked up his greeting when Bruce let you two inside, which was simply another win for yourself.

The evening geared on, a pizza was ordered that the lot of you split while the others stuck with the various snacks they had brought, pot-luck style. You pinched Colin for not telling you to bring a dish, but he insisted that it was no big deal. Of course he would say that, he brought homemade dark chocolate fudge. Whatever, you’d get your revenge on him soon enough, and given how distracted he got whenever you entered his line of sight, you’d argue such revenge had already taken course.

Nevertheless, Colin introduced you to his friends, most of them being the type of people you’d expect, mostly alternative in similar veins, except for Kiara, who was something that Colin explained to you called whimsigoth. Thankfully, you managed to behave normally around her despite being near immediately enamored by her, and it didn’t help that her waist beads made a little noise whenever she moved, only further drawing your attention to her. Maybe you’d get her number before going home for the night.

Shit, right, Colin.

Where did he slip off to? Crap, it seemed that while you were talking to Bruce’s partner, Entropy, and the ever-charming Kiara, Colin managed to sneak away. A quick check on your phone showed a text from two minutes ago.

“Meet me upstairs in the last room on the right”

Colin surely couldn’t be asking you to do what you thought he was. Then again, everything had already been kicking for a little over two hours. A general buzz was felt among all the non-designated drivers, including yourself. Perhaps Colin finally had enough of seeing you all sexy-like and not being able to do anything about it.

Cut to about a minute later, and Colin was on his back with you straddling him on the guest bed, his lips desperately melting into yours. Between hungry kisses, Colin groaned out.

“You are so fucking crazy,” Another kiss, “I haven’t been able to think straight all night,” another kiss, this time with tongue, “just seeing you like this, knowing how exposed you are…”

“Just shut up and get your hand up my skirt already.”

Colin was so good at following orders.

A shaky hand traced up your inner thigh, eventually meeting your drenched cunt. Feeling him rub his fingers so gently over your lips made you have to stifle a whine, grinding down on his touch, aching for more. He continued to stroke your center as you showered him with praise.

“That’s it, mmm, fuck , good boy.” Hearing his breath hitch at the pet name only made you need him even more. He was like a dog. He did as you commanded and clearly just wanted to be a good boy for you.

A lot of things are you learning about yourself at this party.

“Oh, you like that, baby?” You asked, voice heavy with desire. Colin could only nod and whimper as you continued to ride his fingers, now having him slip two inside. Fuck, it felt so nice to have his fingers in you again. You didn’t realize just how badly you missed them in the two weeks that had gone by since the last time you two met up.

Only being able to take it for so long, you were soon unzipping his pants and biting down on his neck as his throbbing cock slowly entered you. It felt so much bigger than you remember, but then again, it had been a while. The chorus of whimpers that Colin tried so hard to suppress were making the hair on the back of your neck stand up. You had him suck on your fingers so he could keep quiet.

“Can’t have you giving us away, can we?” You cooed, a lust in your eye that made Colin squirm even more than usual. Angling yourself just right, you made sure he struck just where he needed to, guiding his hand to run small circles over your clit with his middle and ring finger. Growing ever closer to that sweet release, you dug the nails of your free hand into his side, whispering to him about how he was going to make you cum.

“Do you wanna make me finish, baby?” A tone of voice almost condescending. Colin nodded feverishly, so lost in the pleasure that his brain couldn’t even form coherent thoughts anymore. “Do you wanna hump up into me like the horny little puppy you are?” He whined around your fingers, starting to buck his hips up into you. It was clear he was close as well, but you were going to make sure that he came only after you gave him permission to.

Soon enough, you erupted into sweet bliss, squeezing around his cock as you bounced on it, your body shaking from the release. Despite how sensitive you felt your pussy become, you stayed consistent with your motion, calmly instructing Colin not to cum until you said he could.

“P-Please, I can’t-... f-fuck, so wet…” He sputtered meekly.

“Beg me to let you cum, baby. Be a good boy.”

Colin did not miss a beat.

“Please! Please let me cum, I just want to cum. I’ve been such a good boy, please. You feel so good, I don’t know how much l-longer I can hold back,” Colin sounded so desperate. He was so fortunate that you were the generous type. With a single word sighed into his ear, he came almost immediately, twitching from the intensity of the climax as he busted inside of you. Thank the stars you were on birth control.

As he rode out the fading euphoria of his orgasm, you stroked his hair and told him what a good job he did holding out for you. A strangled “thank you” was all he could manage to squeak out.

When you finally joined back with the rest of the crowd, they had settled in around the TV in the living room. Some were on the couch, others on the floor, and a few standing by the snack table. Something black and white was on the screen, but you couldn’t tell if it was meant to be black and white on purpose or if it was just a really old film. Regardless, you snuggled in next to Kiara while Colin hung out with Bruce and Entropy by the chips.

All-in-all, you were even happier that you got to spend time with Colin’s buddies. They all seemed to like you, and you liked them. Especially Kiara, who smelled absolutely divine. If your little arrangement with Colin ever falls through, you’d have to see if Kiara was down. Although, it’s not like you and Colin were in a closed relationship of any kind, so maybe you could shoot your shot with her anyway.

~ ° +. ⛤ .+ ° ~

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Dacryphilia

D was for the Discoveries you made about yourself in your exploration with Colin. The Depraved side of yourself that came out when he was at your mercy. Your learning of Dacryphilia, otherwise known as the sexual pleasure derived from the tears of your lover.

Colin had invited you over after school to work on a “project,” at least that's what he told his mother. Thankfully, she had errands to run, so after a brief meeting with you, she was out the door for the foreseeable afternoon. The funny part was that there actually was something that needed to be worked on for your AP Lit class, a work being tackled by both Colin and you, but you had different priorities for your time together.

He stared at the screen of his computer, rereading and rereading the guidelines for the paper you were meant to write together, yet the words failed to make sense no matter how many times he scanned them. Of course, he knew what they were asking of you both, it just baffled him how particular they seemed to be. You decided to take matters into your own hands and suggested a break. Had you accomplished much? No, but that wasn't important. Thankfully, Colin agreed to put a rest to the beast of a research paper for the time being.

“So, what should we do instead?” Colin inquired, resting his chin in his palm, propping his head up on his knee. A few thoughts flew through your head, some more pg, others more xxx, but the ultimate choice seemed to fall somewhere in the middle.

“How about a movie?” You offered, a smile on your face that implied ulterior motives, though Colin showed no fear in the face of a potential session with the likes of you.

“Deal,” He grabbed his remote and turned the TV on, flipping through the options of the only streaming service he had, which he paid for himself because his mother insisted they just pedaled hedonistic blasphemy. “What're you in the mood for?”

“Surprise me.” Scooting to sit next to him, you rested your head on his shoulder with your hands in your lap. Innocent, for now. Colin opted for an older piece he found when he was younger. It was your run-of-the-mill vampire flick from the 80's, with bad makeup and worse writing. You thoroughly enjoyed his selection.

Colin wrapped a hesitant arm around you, pulling you in just a little closer, but otherwise tentative, afraid to cross a line. See, he understood that what you two had was entirely sexual, nothing more, but he was a cuddly man. He didn't want to freak you out with his softer side, yet he couldn't not cuddle a bit while you watched a movie. You took things a different route.

Slipping a precise hand over his stomach and down to his crotch, his breath hitching at your touch, you eased your palm over his groin. His bulge grew as his cock flushed, awoken by your ministrations. Colin bit his lip, focusing on the movie so as to not get carried away. Ever persistent, you continued to fondle him, your name on his lips as you teased him.

“Shit…” Colin sighed, his head falling back as he squirmed to the stimulation. He was getting worked up, no doubt about that. Through half-lidded eyes, he gazed at you, entranced by the way you eyed him like a meal. The notion that he was your prey, figuratively speaking, was beyond sexy to him. A cute girl like yourself, who dressed in pink, bows, and soft fabrics, secretly this vixen bent on getting what she wants and how she wants it. What's not to love?

Gripping your shoulder tighter as you unbuttoned his pants, a shiver of anticipation trailed up his spine. The sound of the zipper made his mouth dry. As you groped him through his boxers, Colin began to whimper, so desperate for more. You were so incredible. Mesmerizing. Intoxicating.

Minutes later, you were stroking his throbbing cock as his choked whines filled the room. Colin was too far gone, lost in the excitement of the moment and empty in the head. He had accepted that you were about to give him a delightful little hand job during the movie, but what he couldn't have expected was how you up and stopped when he said he was getting close.

It was as if you hadn't been coaxing pleas from him for the last fifteen minutes. You sat there next to him, head on his shoulder, watching the movie. Colin whimpered at the sudden loss of sensation, feeling mildly betrayed.

“W-Why'd you stop?” He asked, his voice hoarse and weak.

“What do you mean?” Oh, you little tease. You dirty girl. Colin was softening by now, but the realization of what you were actually doing made him stiff anew.

“Please… don't do that to me, I need it so bad, baby, please,” Colin murmured into your ear, his breath hot and wet, not unlike yourself in that moment. Nevertheless, you maintained your mission and pretended that he didn't have his dick out and was actively leaking a spot onto his bed.

After several minutes, it appeared as if Colin had accepted that you were not going to be doing anything further. Just as he was starting to tuck himself away, you began to stroke him again, tugging gently at his balls with your other hand. The surprised sound that was ripped out of his throat turned you on so much. Colin didn't question this for fear you may stop once more, he merely relished the sensation as your hands worked so diligently to please him.

It was a vicious cycle of starting and stopping that went on for the length of the entire movie. Colin had lost all ability to form coherent sentences, complete puddy at your disposal. By this point, he wasn't even watching the movie and didn't notice when it ended. When you denied his release yet again, he choked back a strangled sob, tears in the corners of his screwed-shut eyes. Trembling lip, he babbled nonsense, begging you to stop doing this to him and just let him finish.

“P-Please, I can't take it anymore… I’ll be so good for you, baby, please let me cum,” And there it was, a single drop trailed down his cheek. You had destroyed him almost entirely, reduced him to a needy mess. Pathetic. Delicious.

“Oooh, I don't know,” You purred, reveling in his blissful agony, “Do you think you've earned it?” The question was hot steam on his mind, receiving only a nod and wanton whimpers. He was being rather well-behaved in that he didn't use his own hands to get over the edge, instead leaving all power over himself to you.

Taking pity on the poor boy, you slid your hand down over his cock, the flesh red with abuse, the head dark and engorged. Collecting pre from his leaking tip and using it to lubricate your hand, you expertly massaged his shaft and kissed on his neck, small nips here and there to add to the excitement. Colin panted like a feral dog, humping into your fist, so close, so fucking close. Please, don't stop, keep going, almost- almost-!

With a weeping moan, Colin shot rope after rope of cum onto his bedspread, his orgasm providing the sweet relief he had been denied for over an hour. It felt like heaven came down and enveloped him in serenity as the waves of euphoria washed over him. Cock twitching and spasming in your hand, you drank up his chorus of ecstasy, the taste of his pleasure honey-sweet on your tongue. Pulling everything he had out of him, you carried Colin through the end of his climax, his chest heaving with exhaustion after that whole scene.

Colin placed a lazy kiss on your lips, his mind mush and his face slack, but he was so happy. That, while torture, was so hot he could hardly breathe.

“You” pant “are” huff “incredible…”

A smug grin, you whispered to him, wiping the remnant of the tear from his cheek, “I know.”

~ ° +. ⛤ .+ ° ~

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Cuffs

C was for the Cuffs that held Colin's hands above his head. The Cravings for you that he developed. The Control he forfeited, letting you have your way with him as you pleased.

After a few times running through this whole song and dance, Colin and you had built a solid flow at how things were to play out. Your parents were often out of the house doing whatever it was they did, your first theory was business-related, your second was that they were swingers. Hm, like mother, like daughter. Colin would drive over at your beck and call, arriving promptly and eager to please. He was such a good boy in that regard. Often, you spoke praise to him that made his cock harder than stone, relishing how much you could do to him just by whispering the right string of words into his ear.

This particular time was different, however. Instead of your usual pattern of feverish make-outs followed by passionate fucking, Colin presented you with a small box. He appeared a bit nervous, though that was also just a constant with him at this point, so it didn't necessarily set off any major alarms. The box felt heavier than you would have initially expected given its size, but this only piqued your interest even more. Pulling the top off, you were greeted by a pair of fuzzy handcuffs, black fur around the main restraint mechanism.

The smile that spread across your face made Colin's stomach drop and his dick jump, now anxious about what this meant for him in the next several minutes. Colin was a good boy, though, as you had thoroughly ensured, and was very cooperative in stripping down to his boxers and allowing you to cuff him to the headboard of your bed. Gazing upon the meal before you, a hunger grew. The slender frame of his pale flesh, the whispers of muscle on an otherwise thin body. The hair that dusted his stomach and grouped to form a taunting trail from his belly button to beyond his waistband. The way you could see him writhe under your watchful eyes, knowing how you picked him apart like a rotisserie chicken.

When you had enough gawking, you made your descent on him, taking a turn at kissing his neck and biting little marks into his skin. The boy whimpered the most pathetic and erotic peeps as your teeth dragged along his flesh. He was so delicate, it was addicting. Kissing further down, you followed the contours of his body down to his underwear. Already, his cock fought against the constraint of his boxers, a spot of precum having pooled on the fabric. With a lick through the cotton, Colin shuddered, a low groan floating into the air. Another drag of your tongue along his dickprint, another voicing of his desire.

“Colin?” You cooed, your voice a siren call to him. He was ready to jump into the sea for you.

“Yes?” He asked, losing his sense of dignity as he surrendered himself to you further.

“You want me to take these off of you?” A tug at the elastic of his waistband.

“Fuck, please, please, baby,” The whine in his tone, you were flooded downstairs. A woman of your word, you giggled as you slipped his last article of clothing off of him, taking in the sight of his throbbing cock, more pre oozing from the tip as you eyed it up and down. There was no denying it was a better-than-most dick, slightly above average, alright girth, but the look is where it won your affection. A slightly upward bend but not too much like a boomerang. Very useful, very valuable.

A few kisses on his balls followed by a single swipe of your tongue along his shaft, and Colin would do anything you'd say for the rest of the evening. He bucked his hips involuntarily, so desperate for your touch that he couldn't keep himself still. Holding his thighs down firmly, you circled his tip with your tongue, driving him mad with want. You were going to kill the poor guy if you kept this up. He mewled his appreciation, weak and needy.

You had him all sorts of fucked up.

Engulfing his length in the wet warmth of your mouth, Colin sighed with bliss as your tongue caressed his shaft, his tip running along the ridges at the top. Bobbing your head up and down, gradually establishing a pace, and using your hand to help cover what you couldn't get down your throat, Colin uttered further obscenities, fully consumed by the flames of lust. The cherry on top was the way your free hand tugged gently on his balls.

Fuck, you were so perfect.

Your work grew sloppy as a mixture of spit and precum glistened along his dick, a bit dribbling down your chin. Colin couldn't bring himself to look at you because he knew if he did, he'd burst right there, and he was enjoying this far too much to finish that early. Plus, he didn't want to seem like a chump.

Every little choke or gag that came from you became a symphony to Colin, who lazily fought against the cuffs that kept him from grabbing your head. Not that he would force you down any further, but he wanted to give you some encouragement that wasn't just his groaning. Your name tangled on his lips with each additional murmur, his mind nearly blank with how good you were making him feel.

Eventually, you reached your limit on how long you could hold out on doing anything for yourself. At the end of the day, you were still a woman with needs. Shifting to take off your own clothing, joining Colin in nudity, you straddled his hips and lined his bulbous cockhead up with your folds. The heat that radiated off of them made Colin's head spin.

With slow, careful movements, you dropped down onto his dick, taking more and more and more until you felt his lap against your ass. Your face twisted into a look of pleasure that was impossible to hide. You could feel his pulse inside you as your inner walls squeezed and twitched around him. The string of noises Colin emitted almost sounded like he was crying, that's how undone he had come. It was honestly kind of hot to hear.

After providing yourself a few seconds to get used to him, you rose up, and slid back down. Fuck, you were so wet, it was like heaven.

“Baby, fuck, so good…” Colin babbled, his eyes screwed shut as he focused on not cumming too soon. It was a hard battle to fight, but he knew it would be worth it for both of you. The cuffs were killing Colin at this point; all he wanted to do was grab your ass as you bounced on him, moaning like a whore all for him.

Hands on his stomach to help balance, you fucked yourself on Colin's cock, winces and other various vocalizations being knocked out of you repeatedly. He'd buck his hips up into you only to be met with you withdrawing almost entirely until he relaxed back onto the bed. You had everything under your thumb at that moment, and it was a thrill for both you and your lover.

However, all good things must come to an end, and you felt your sweet release approaching as you clawed your nails down Colin's chest. If he could, he would have flipped you over and railed you into the mattress for that, but he couldn't. He was held back by the very cuffs he brought.

Slamming yourself down on him a few more times, your thighs grew sore and began to spasm widely as the rush coursed through you, the fireworks going off in your head. Tossing your head back, you rode on the waves of your climax as Colin whined at how tight you were, convulsing and gripping his rod like a vice. Needless to say, he came. Hard. Being the wonderful person you are, you stayed on top of him until you felt him go soft again, yet that did take a minute or two. Colin pumped so much cum inside of you that it leaked out and certainly got onto your comforter. Great. Note to self, get a towel next time.

“That was…” Colin whispered, very drained in more ways than one.

“Absolutely,” You agreed, a smug grin on your face as you stared down proudly at your handiwork. Red lines ran down his torso from where you scratched; a beautiful display.

After uncuffing Colin so the two of you could get cleaned up, you saw how red and irritated his wrists were. When you asked him if he was alright, he merely responded “They're tougher than I thought, and I might need to work on my impulse control.”

Cute.

It was impressive how he managed to not break the cuffs considering how rough he got with them a few times, but oh well, that seems to be just how it is sometimes. Perhaps you would try something like this again in the future.

Maybe you'd blindfold him, too.

~ ° +. ⛤ .+ ° ~

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Bold

B was for the Bold choices made by both of you. The Bashful glances shared in the hallway between classes. The Brash side that came out of you when he was involved.

You hadn't heard from Colin after the party, nor had you made any efforts to reach out to him. It was complicated, ok? Not about to seem desperate in the days following a very steamy 7 Minutes in-- well, considering the fact that you wasted a good portion of that time just talking-- 3 Minutes in Heaven, you refused to text him or anything of the like. 

Except you felt awful.

There was a pit that had formed in your gut when you saw him rush out of your house that stuck with you for the rest of the weekend and into Monday morning. Now, it was still looming within you as you tried to just get through the day. That's what you kept telling yourself, just get to bed tonight and you'll have succeeded. Of course, that appeared to be much easier said than done. What a beautiful hell you had prepared for yourself.

Passing Colin in the hallway, you snuck a peak at him, catching how he was looking at you but quickly darted his eyes elsewhere when he got found out. Ok, interesting, but still not any kind of fix. Besides, you were the only girl in pastels, so you were bound to catch the occasional eye. Not to mention the whole “popularity” thing, but that was growing to be more of a pain in your ass than anything else. It was the whole social hierarchy that was screwing around with your efforts to smooth things over with Colin. Even if you had no intention to date him, you didn't want him to hate you or anything. He was one of the only guys in the school that you actually thought was cute.

You barely had the energy to tolerate your friends’ bullshit as the day trekked on at a snail's pace. Fuck, did someone make the clocks go by slower on purpose? Sam was yelling some nonsense about football or whatever at the lunch table, very adamant about… something, you presumed. It was difficult to follow along with anything he said for more than a handful of minutes, but that level of passion surely couldn't have been for nothing. Then again, this was Sam, so…

The monotony was broken up when you spotted a familiar figure shuffling over to your table, playing with his rosary and keeping his head down. Your heart started pounding as adrenaline flooded your system. Colin softly murmured your name, trying to get your attention, which he already had, but not your friends’. They clocked his presence immediately. Not good news for you. If this dork aired out your business, so help you, you would-

“Can we talk about… what happened Saturday?” Colin timidly requested, unable to make his eyes meet yours. Jeez, even in that moment, with the threat of your friends discovering your secret thing for emo guys, you noticed how adorable and messy Colin's hair looked. You just wanted to run your fingers through it, perhaps while riding him off into the sunset.

However, you were not about to have this conversation with your entire crew around to eavesdrop. Quickly standing up, you grabbed Colin's wrist and took him out into the hallway just outside the cafeteria, spotting an empty classroom and ducking inside. When the coast seemed clear, you were ready.

“About Saturday,” You started, the guilt bubbling back up as every vivid detail flashed through your mind. The way he smelled when he was right against you, the way his hands were so firm yet gentle, the cool thrill of his hoop on your lips. Colin cut you off, blurting out an apology.

“I'm so sorry for everything. I genuinely don't know what came over me. It's just that you're so pretty and I don't know any other girls that dress like you and-” He continued to babble pathetically, clearly having been just as freaked out by this whole thing as you were. Now that was a surprise. A welcome surprise, but a surprise nonetheless.

“Colin, I don't regret what happened at the party,” You interjected, your tone coming out slightly more fed up than you intended. Oh well, going on, “Was it spontaneous and stupid? Yeah, it was. Was it hot and extremely gratifying? Absolutely, but… I don't think it can happen again.” You confessed, disappointment lacing your words. It was obvious you didn't truly want to refrain from the passion that Colin gave you that night, but you knew there wasn't anything you could do. A girl like you couldn't be with a guy like him. Your whole aesthetic was frills, lace, fun, and flirty! His whole thing was angst, sensitivity, poetic, and brooding. It just wouldn't work.

Colin deflated a little, equally as saddened by your assessment of the incident in question. Staring at his shoes, he muttered a response that made your heart twang, “It's ok, I understand… I knew you were too good for me, anyway.”

For fuck's sake, Colin, you were putting yourself in danger with all this self-deprecating. It's not that you were into that, though you did like how pathetic he was in that particular moment, seeing how vulnerable he's able to be, that's what really got your motor running.

“Colin, I'm not too good for you, I just…” You were blank. There wasn't an idea in your head as to what to say next. You wanted to comfort him, let him know that he wasn't the scum he was making himself out to be, but how the hell do you convince a guy of that when he's so used to being less than to his peers.

In the midst of your mental blue screen, your body acted before you could think. Leaping forward, your arms snaked around him as your lips crashed into his. Colin was certainly taken aback for a second, but only a second, as he then started to kiss back, not wanting to waste this opportunity, but heavily conflicted as to what the hell was going on.

Hungry, no, starved, your tongue eased into his mouth, dancing with his in a passionate flurry of groping hands, bucking hips, and stifled moans. Colin had a hand on the small of your back, the other on the nape of your neck, holding you close like he did at the party. The world felt small and clear, all made sense, nothing was a mystery in his arms. Your loins burned for him, desperate to feel his touch. What were those creative hands capable of when submerged below the waistband?

Pulling apart to breathe, you stared into his brown eyes, clouded with desire and full of longing. You could only imagine how you must look to him right now. Still tangled up in each other, you spoke a small proposal.

“Look, I'm not stupid. I know you want me the way I want you. What if we just… hooked up in secret? No strings attached, just sex.” It seemed like the best median between what you wanted and what was realistic for the social climate of Devil's Kettle. You'd get your fix of Colin, but you wouldn't be dating or any degree of public. Colin, however, seemed mildly hesitant, mulling over the idea a few times in his head before giving you any response.

“I don't know… what if we get caught, or-” You stopped him before he could spiral any further.

“We won't, trust me. My parents barely notice a thing I do when they're home, let alone when they're out. Plus, my bed is pretty big, so we'd have more than enough room.” With an eyebrow raised to emphasize your counterarguments, you bit your lip, all the possibilities running through your mind. Colin's hands pawed at you nervously, fidgeting with you as he would his jewelry.

“I guess, but what about like… protection?” Oh, you sweet summer child. A laugh escaped you, Colin's naivety coming way out of left field.

“I'm on the pill, silly. This factory is closed for business until further notice.” A wink to help settle some of the tension that still lingered in the air, alongside dust because this school was seriously in need of a deep cleaning.

“Alright, then, I suppose I don't see why not,” Colin smiled, rather hopeful of wherever this new endeavor could lead. You felt a swelling in your chest, overjoyed by his acceptance of your offer.

“Oh! Then I suppose you'll need to be able to reach me and vice versa. Here, give me your phone.” Colin slipped it out of his pocket and let you snatch it, following yourself on your most-used social. This way, he wouldn't stand out in the mass of mutuals and various fans of yours.

“There! Now we should be all set!” You gave him his phone back, a cheery smile on your face. Colin looked rather pleased, himself, tucking his phone away.

“Wicked, I guess I'll uh… see you around?” He asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Yes, yes you will.” You popped a kiss on his cheek, relishing how he blushed and got all flustered as you walked back out of the classroom just in time for the bell to end lunch for you both.

For the rest of the day, all you could think about was each and every thing you wanted to do to him when you got the chance. All the ways you wanted to make him squirm and beg or let him take control and make you his plaything for a short while. Quite frankly, you finished the school day horny as fuck and rather depraved.

Maybe you'd have to invite Colin over sooner than you initially anticipated.

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Agreement

A was for the Agreement that came, unspoken, on that fateful night. The Arrangement that was established with voiceless words between you two. The Absolutes in which you dealt with taking this chance.

Everything was planned out to perfection: Your parents were going to leave the house to you for the night, drinks and snacks were to be left out for anyone to help themselves, no booze though because you were only turning 17. Thankfully, one of your friends said she'd get some from her older brother. You spent the week before the party going around and inviting everyone you saw as worth having. However, this really only amounted to about twelve or so people. That was no number for what was meant to be a killer party. Your best friend, Jennifer, recommended inviting Colin, this guy in her Chemistry class who was, as she described, “a total emo straight off of 2000’s MySpace.”

See, this is where things got complicated. You actually didn't mind emo guys, or any form of alternative men, for that matter. In fact, it was sort of a guilty pleasure for you, but that was never something you would admit. Especially not to Jennifer. You loved her, and she was your main girl, but she would not let you live that down if she found out. It was clear that her suggestion to invite Colin was meant to be some kind of joke at his expense, though you rather liked the sound of it, all things considered.

Shooing Jennifer off, you found Colin in the cafeteria during lunch. He was sitting alone by the window, picking at his lunch that barely qualified as food. Well, the fries were usually okay, but you had no trust in the “turkey” burgers they were offering today. He had big headphones on, clearly zoned out listening to music, so you had to give him a little tap on the shoulder to get his attention. With a small jump, he turned to look at you, sliding his headphones off one ear.

“Uh… yeah?” He asked, his voice unsteady. Reasonably so, you were among the more popular clique at this school, not like you cared too much. You just got roped in freshman year and stuck around because some of their parents were rich.

“Hey! Sorry to interrupt, but I'm having a bit of a party tomorrow and I was wondering if you'd like to come,” Sweet enough, you weren't aiming to make this a chance to mock the guy. You genuinely enjoyed the prospect of having him there, at least as eye candy to distract you from the other guys who all practically lived off protein powder. Even now, just being near him, you felt nervous. He was just so… expressive.

“Really? Me?” Colin asked, rather surprised that you'd even consider inviting him. He wasn't exactly a part of the in-group, but you didn't care. Enthusiastic, you gave a peppy nod.

“Yeah! I can give you the details. Honestly, I'd be really happy to have you there.” Alright, dial it back girl, don't want him to get the wrong idea. This is strictly business. Something to nibble on but not your meal.

He weighed the thought for a moment before reluctantly giving you an affirmative. “Sounds like it could be alright,” he reasoned. With a soft smile, you gave him the time and address to jot down on his phone. Everything was good to go!

Walking away, you felt butterflies in your stomach that you refused to let show for fear of your friends noticing and making fun of you. Thankfully, they had all gone off to do who knows what, leaving you to an empty table. Correction, a messy table. Those guys had no idea how to clean up after themselves.

•♤♡◇♧•

Around noon is when your parents finally left the house, wishing you another happy birthday with big hugs before walking out the door. Taking a brief moment, you switched to preparation mode. The list wasn't too long, just setting up the folding tables, placing out the snacks, throwing drinks in the cooler, a few streamers here and there, making sure the stereo worked, and…

Okay, maybe you had more on your plate than you originally thought. That was ok! You still had plenty of hours before anyone was supposed to get here. After a quick mirror pep talk, you set out to accomplish the tasks at hand.

Once you had finished your battle with the tables, poured out all the chips into bowls, laid out all the charcuterie board ingredients, and chilled two twenty-four packs of soda, you had time to get yourself ready. The streamers and music could wait. You needed a shower before this whole ordeal.

When all was said and done, the house looked nice, and so did you. A small bow in your hair brought out the color of your eyes, and a nice sweater to go atop a simple polo. Cute! The clock rolled around to 6:00, meaning you still had half an hour before any of the guests would arrive. You told them 6:00, but, well, it was them, so…

Much to your surprise, however, a knock came from the door, startling you just a bit. Racking your brain for who it could be, you hurried over and glanced through the window on the side of the door. It was Colin! He came!

Okay, pull it together, woman. Don't want to scare him off.

Letting him in, you gave a cheery smile and welcomed him to your home. He looked around, an appreciation on his face as he took in the atmosphere you had curated. There was some generic pop going in the background, various decorations along the walls and furniture, and you even had one of those standing disco balls on the coffee table in the living room. Pretty sick party if you said so yourself.

“Nice place,” Colin commented. Fuck, he was so cute. He actually had his hair off his face for once, and you couldn't tell which you liked more, but he wasn't too bad on the eyes right about now.

“Thanks! There's snacks on the table and a cooler with soda and sparkling water if you get hungry or thirsty. Help yourself!” You showed him where the eats were, taking a chip for yourself, to which he followed suit.

“Sweet,” He gave you a smile, that piercing on his lip making it all the brighter. Your stomach did a flip.

It was just the two of you for a little while until anyone else would show. You sat on the couch together, chatting about a range of topics from music, classes, post-grad plans coming up, and more. He turned out to be a really insightful guy. Way more depth to him than those jocks who hung around you.

Despite all of this, you didn't want to date him. Heavens, no. You wanted to fuck him stupid. It was all you could think about as he rambled on about some punk band from the 80s. You pondered if he was the type to whimper when he gets sucked off. He probably was, based on his general demeanor. Colin was somehow oblivious to your desire, thinking you were just being a good hostess. Besides, there was no way a flowery, cutesy girl like you would be into a guy like him. On a given day, he likely wore more eye makeup than you did. At least visibly.

Eventually, everyone else finally showed up, and the party got started. Jennifer immediately started making cocktails with the Moscato that Tiffany was able to bring, Cody and Sam challenged each other to see who could eat more crackers before throwing up, and the rest of you enjoyed the music playing on the speaker. It was… well, it was what it was supposed to be. A high school birthday party for one of the popular girls!

So why did you hate it so much?

Things took an interesting turn when Tiffany took the empty bottle off the table and called a game of 7 Minutes in Heaven. You weren't too excited, but all the others seemed very into the idea, except for Colin, who kind of hung back a little like you did. Jennifer noticed. You noticed she noticed. You fucking prayed to whatever deity would hear you that she wouldn't-

“Omg, you two should absolutely go first. I mean you're both already up, anyway!”

You really hated Jennifer, sometimes. You hated your friends even more when they cheered in agreement. As they ushered you and Colin upstairs and into your room, ignoring the protests from both of you, your stomach flipped over and over. This was insane. There was no way this was about to happen.

Yet, as they pulled the door shut behind them, you felt the reality of your situation settle upon you. Staring at Colin, who stood awkwardly in the middle of your room, clearly more nervous than you were, you tried to figure out a way to apologize.

“I'm sorry,” Wait, “I shouldn't have come in the first place. If I'm being entirely honest, I thought you only invited me as a joke or something. Now your friends are trying to make us have sex or something.” Colin seemed to shrink in on himself, fidgeting with his rosary like he often did. You could not believe what he was saying. This whole time, he was waiting for the prank, for the jab, the something that would make his presence here make sense.

“Colin, you-”

“No, it's ok, I get it. Bring the emo freak along, maybe we'll get a good laugh out of him.” Fuck, that felt like a punch to the chest. It was weird, but you swore you felt bad for him. No way could you fathom what worries may have been on his mind all night.

“I didn't invite you because I wanted to make fun of you, Colin,” You spoke up after several seconds of silence, having to choose your words carefully to avoid hurting him any more than he already was, “I… I genuinely wanted you here.” You admit, hoping he would take your word for the truth it was.

“Did you?” He asked, a glimmer of hope in his eyes as he looked at you with bated breath.

“Yes!” You threw your hands up, “To be totally transparent, I kind of…” Were you going to tell him? “I kind of have a thing for guys like…” Come on, girl, all or nothing, “like you.”

Silence.

Too much silence.

Holy shit, this was killing you silence.

It was hard to tell what happened next. One moment, you were standing a few feet from one another, the room thick with suspense, then the next, your hands were feverishly roaming each other as your lips hungrily pressed into a fiery kiss. Fuck, the piercing was the cherry on top. Colin was a natural, his lips soft and slightly dry, but it didn't bother you. He held you close to him, the heat of his body enticing you nearer. With a moan into the kiss, he grabbed at your ass, rough, yet tentative.

Pulling away to catch your breath, you informed him of a critical detail.

“Listen, what happens here stays here. Nobody finds out. Got it?” He shook his head, eager to do whatever meant getting you naked. By the time you had gained momentum again, your friends all banged on the door to let you know that your seven minutes had come to a bitter end.

Disappointed by the emo boy cockblock, you sighed, but respected that the moment had passed. Separating, you both straightened up enough to not look like anything happened, and rejoined everyone in the hallway. They were all snickering and whispering little jokes to each other, clearly thinking they were the funniest people in the world.

Your friends kind of sucked.

You saw Colin slip past all of them and downstairs. Before you had the chance to follow him and make sure nothing was wrong, you heard the front door shut with a thud.

Did you just so royally fuck up?

~ ° +. ⛤ .+ ° ~

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Hey, Caffiends!

I've been posting a bit this summer! In case you've been busy, here's what you missed...

Quiet!Colin Gray HCs (NSFW)

Colin Gray x Fem!Reader

Headcanons of a quiet Colin Gray with a loud, boisterous, emo girlfriend reader

Boys Don't Cry (SFW)

Colin Gray x Transman!Reader

When reader is experiencing bad body dysphoria, Colin is there to help calm him down

A - Z of Colin Gray chapters D - G (NSFW)

Colin Gray x Fem!Reader

Dacryphilia

Reader edges Colin to tears

Exhibitionism

Reader wears clothing that drives Colin wild at a gathering with his friends

Feast

Colin shows reader just how much he adores her body... twice

Grinding

When sharing a bed with Colin goes from cozy to craving

- Calico

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Boys Don't Cry

Colin Gray x Trans-masc!Reader (SFW)

When dysphoria hits, it's hard to keep your cool, but he makes it easier to get through ~

Prompt: Colin Gray with a trans-male reader who's having bad body dysphoria

The day was going so well. So, so fucking well. Your binder had arrived over the weekend and you finally got to go to school feeling a little less like “that girl who wants to be a boy.” Everyone was such fucking assholes. Okay, not everyone, but the one group that pestered you seemed to make it their mission everyday to freak you out and remind you of what you try so hard to separate yourself from.

Today, though, it didn’t matter what they had to say to you. Your shirts finally felt right– well, at least they looked right. The binder was snug, but it was so worth it. You almost cried a little when you first put it on. Seeing yourself in the mirror, flat-chested like all the other guys. It was incredible. Your mother even said you looked more and more like your father everyday.

“He’d be so proud of the young man you’re growing up to be.” She remarked through teary eyes, looking at you with nothing but love. Your mother was always your biggest supporter. When you first came out to her, she admitted that it would be an adjustment, but that she always had a feeling, since you were little. Regardless, your day had started off on a high note.

Walking to the bus stop, you felt like a regular dude. On the way to school, just some guy. Even throughout the school day, you were not a freak.

“You look so happy,” Colin, your boyfriend of a little over a year, noticed, his heart warmed by seeing the joy on your face, “It’s a good look on you.” A soft kiss on the cheek. He always made things better, whether they were already good or plain awful, he never failed to improve your mood.

“Right!?” Ever excited, you grabbed his hand with glee, “I feel so… manly? It’s so weird to say but you know what I mean.” You shared a chuckle.

“Absolutely, baby.” He ran his thumb over your knuckles, admiring you and how far you had come since first cutting your hair and rooting around your father’s old clothes that your mother had held onto, unable to part with them since… The point was that you had grown so much over the last two years from when you initially came out.

This was especially important for you because your body had always been your biggest source of dysphoria. Whenever you looked in the mirror, you were met with a body that simply was not yours. Sure, someone else might consider themselves lucky to have the build you do, but to you, it was just a cruel joke that the universe had played on you. Those breasts were not yours. Those hips were not yours. That uterus was not–

“Babe?” Colin snapped you out of your thoughts. You hadn’t realized that you trailed off, mentally.

“Huh? Sorry, I’m here, hi.” You sputtered, brought back to reality, to which Colin laughed softly at how cute you were when you got all spacey like that.

“I asked you if you wanted to come by my place after school.”

“Sure! We can continue working on metalwork sculpture. My mom managed to get together a bunch of scrap and recycled stuff for us, so we can swing by my house to grab it then head over to your place.”

Another kiss, “Sounds like a plan, babe.” Colin smiled at you, his brown eyes wrapping you in a soft embrace. You felt so lucky to have him in your life. He really was the best.

The bell rang, bringing an end to lunch and sending you off to the last batch of classes for the day. Colin told you he’d meet you out by the car when school let out and you went your separate ways.

•♤♡◇♧•

Thankfully, Colin’s mother, Jill, was out of the house for the night, away on some church thing that she tried to drag Colin along with her on, but he was firm in insisting he stay home. This meant you had the house to yourselves. Normally, this would mean sex for the average teenage couple, but in reality, you and he had yet to make that step in your relationship. You just never felt comfortable enough in your skin to bare yourself like that to him. Colin was very understanding, of course, and never pressured you to do anything you weren’t fully engaged in. Often, during steamier moments between you two, he would check in and make sure you were ok to keep going.

For now, you were cutting up old soda cans and various other recyclables that had been thoroughly cleaned beforehand. Colin was busy gluing parts together and shaping them on the wireframe skeleton you had set up. The sculpture itself was more abstract, not necessarily representing anything in particular, but more playing with shapes and making something visually appealing. However, Colin noticed it bore a vague resemblance to a snail. What a coincidence.

In the middle of attaching the next piece, Colin’s stomach grumbled. Loudly.

“Hungry?” You asked, raising an eyebrow with a playful expression.

“It seems so,” He giggled, setting down the piece he was working with.

“I think we should take a little break.” A suggestion that was most appealing to your beloved. You cleaned up your supplies for the time being and made sure everything was where it needed to be before heading downstairs to rummage for something to munch on.

“Let’s see…” Colin mumbled, inspecting the contents of the fridge, scanning for anything passable. “You feel like leftover lasagna?”

“Didn’t your mom make that like two weeks ago?” It was starting to green a bit.

“Fair point. What about grilled cheese?” He offered, pulling out a package of yellow American singles.

Now we were talking.

After your dinner of the finest grilled cheeses, you two had gotten settled on the couch downstairs, reruns of an older sitcom playing on the TV. Neither of you were too invested in the cliche plot line, though. In fact, nestled against your lover’s side, you felt a distinct pull to him, his arm around you in that protective way he liked to hold you. Something was different. Something was… tempting.

“Hey,” You murmured softly, half-lidded eyes gazing into his, a content smile on your face.

“Hey,” He returned, a tone to his voice that you hadn’t been too familiar with, only having heard it a few very specific times. Was he– holy shit, he was.

You couldn’t help but notice the slight bulge at the crotch of his pants, his eyes not parting from yours. Fuck, you couldn’t, not out of nowhere like this, but there was a fire behind his pupils that you could sense. A burning deep within that grew stronger and stronger for both of you.

A kiss, soft, but needy. Quickly, it evolved, his hand cupping the side of your face as you deepened the kiss, wanting more and more. You slid onto his lap, straddling him as your lips parted, slipping your tongue into his mouth. Colin happily accepted you in. Things were getting heavy, his hands sliding along your waist, tentative, yet hungry, as if he was waiting for you to stop him, but would otherwise keep going until you did. When you bore down on him, his groin meeting yours, you experienced the heat that radiated off of him, the hardness, the… the one thing you didn’t have.

Just as Colin started to trail his kisses down to your neck, he felt you tense up.

“Hey, you alright, babe?” He asked sweetly, concern in his voice, his tone soft.

“Yeah, I… I just…” You trailed off.

“Do you want to stop?” Colin looked up at you, those brown eyes making your heart ache. Here you were, riding this guy through his pants, and you froze up. Oh fuck, you were a terrible boyfriend. How could you tease him like this? He was going to dump you for sure–

“Babe?” His voice brought you back out of your mind.

“I-I’m sorry, I…” It felt like sand had been poured down your throat, “I need a second.” You quickly climbed off of him and rushed into the downstairs bathroom, locking the door behind you and standing in front of the mirror. You took a good look at yourself.

Why now? Why was this happening to you now of all times? The day was going so well. Seeing the absence of the chest you loathed failed to bring you the same comfort that it had this morning. Instead, it just made you think even more about how your body was wrong. No dick to speak of and you had to flatten boobs that had grown in despite begging the universe to stop it from happening. Would anyone even see you as a man? Would it make a difference? Did Colin even– shit, Colin. He was probably so mad at you. You got him all worked up and then freaked out. He’s probably going to leave you for a real man, one that doesn’t have to stuff his underwear to look like he has a bulge, one that grows an actual beard and doesn’t just stipple on five-o-clock shadow, one that–

Knock knock knock.

“Babe? You ok?”

It felt like you had been in there for hours, when in reality you were alone with your thoughts for only about three seconds. Fuck, you were crying. Stop it. Stop. You can’t cry about everything like some little bitch. A man wouldn’t get this upset about something so stupid.

“Babe..?” Colin’s gentle voice slipped muffled through the door. You wiped your tears on your arm, sniffling as quietly as you could.

“Yeah?” You were hoarse, your voice breaking.

“Can I come in?”

A beat of silence.

You unclicked the lock.

Colin carefully opened the door, seeing the mess you had become in the minute since you panicked and ran off. Immediately he grabbed your hand and wiped your cheek, comforting, warm.

“Hey,” He drew out the word, sweet like honey, “what’s wrong, babe?”

“I-I-I-” Your response was caught in your throat, unable to make it out. Colin pulled you into a firm hug, squeezing you just enough to help ground you but not make you uncomfortable. You realized that was the first time that you hugged where you didn’t feel at least a little weird about your chest. Rather than try to force yourself to speak, you just buried your face in his shoulder and held him as tight as he held you.

After a few minutes standing there, you parted just enough to look each other in the eye.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He proposed.

It took you a moment to gather the words, but you eventually managed to mumble out, “When I was… on top of you, I felt your-” A blush spread across your cheeks as you looked away, “and it just…” You took a deep breath, “it reminded me of what I don’t have.” It hurt so much to say out loud, but seeing the way Colin’s face twisted in worry made you feel even worse. Great, now he was all concerned about you when this wasn’t his problem to deal with in the first place.

“I can’t imagine what kind of pain that must be,” Colin soothed, “to have your body be against everything your brain is telling you it’s supposed to be.” Fuck, he was right. “You are so amazing in so many ways. I sometimes forget that, deep down, you have to bear this every single day.” His palm rested on the side of your jaw, his thumb rubbing your cheek. “I want you to know that no matter what, I will never see you as any less of a man than I see myself. If anything, I think you have way more balls than I do.” Okay, that made you laugh a bit. “To live as your true self, even when it can be so hard, that takes guts. I love you for everything you are, and everything you will be. Even when you’re at your lowest, I’ll always be here. Just give me the word and I’ll stop the world to get to you. I promise.”

Your name never sounded so incredible, but hearing the way he sounded as it floated out, it lifted your very being. Colin was too good for you, you didn’t deserve all the care that he had to give. Yet, he chose to share that side of himself with you, not anyone else.

“Thank you,” You uttered, your voice still cracking just a bit.

“Anytime, babe, anytime.”

The rest of the night went smoothly. You watched a few more episodes of reruns, had a bowl of popcorn, and cuddled the whole time. It was just what you needed. Besides, you had the whole weekend together, so neither of you were necessarily worried about anything besides the sculpture that was later dubbed “The Snailien,” genius wordplay produced by your razor-sharp wit. Colin thought the pun was dumb but liked the name nonetheless, claiming it was fitting for the piece.

“It makes sense that’s what you’d choose. You’re out of this world, as is.”

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Quiet!Colin Gray HCs

Quiet!Colin Gray x Loud!Reader (NSFW)

Headcanons for a more introverted Colin and his assertive, bolder girlfriend ~

Prompt: Thoughts on a more introverted Colin with a loud, boisterous emo girlfriend reader?

Oh where do I begin?

For one, he’d let you take him to the darkest pits of hell and would smile the whole way. Colin trusts you with his life to begin with, so add in the fact that you make the decisions he doesn’t want to, and he’s yours for life. Being a more outgoing person, you manage to get Colin to leave the house more and actually socialize beyond his Poetry Club. However, the only setback to this is that you sometimes lose track of him when in settings with a bigger group. It’s never that you don’t care or avoid him, it’s just common for him to slip away to somewhere more quiet. More than once, you’ve found him petting a cat on the stairs when having brought him to a little hang out with your buddies. It was a cute cat though, so you couldn’t really blame him.

On that note, almost every time you and he hang out one-on-one at either of your respective houses, he’ll end up trying to sleep on you, either with his head in your lap or on your shoulder. One time, he tried to use your stomach as a pillow, but you giggled so much he couldn’t actually fall asleep. He can’t help it, you’re just so comforting for him to be around.

The last time the two of you went out to eat, the waiter had gotten his order wrong, but he wasn’t going to say anything. You, however, were having none of it. Promptly, you got the waiter’s attention and politely asked for a replacement dish, as the one you had received was not what was ordered. You could never be rude to wait staff, but you did have some choice grumblings that only Colin was blessed enough to hear. He loved you so much.

Ever the gentleman, he never hesitates to hold your things for you when you ask– tell him to. Sometimes, you’ll bring him along when you and your girls go out searching for anything good at the local thrift, and he’ll just happily follow along like the good boy he is, listening to a playlist you both share. It’s mainly the songs you like, but he never complains one bit, especially because your taste is incredibly similar. If he’s not browsing for anything, he’ll often just have a seat on one of the couches and sketch absentmindedly until you tell him it’s time to go. Your friends have asked before if he enjoys tagging along if all he does is sit there scribbling away in that book, either drawing or writing, and you insist he is perfectly happy. You know he is because he always gets so excited when you tell him it’s time for another trip to the thrift store, like a dog getting to go for a ride in the car.

He doesn’t say much if it’s not just you and him, but that’s fine because you love to fill the silence with the many thoughts in your head. When you’re alone, though, he’s rather insightful, speaking of the way he views things, life, and the people you come across. It’s that depth that really gets your heart fluttering every time, without fail. Colin’s language is so ornate, so purposeful, so eloquent that you fall in love with him again whenever he so much as tells you his thoughts on a new album that dropped.

Despite his quiet nature otherwise, Colin is unable to keep his mouth shut when things get steamy between the two of you. Even just the feeling of your fingers trailing along his bare thigh makes him whimper just a bit. It’s adorable. You can’t get enough of the way he coos and whines for you. As reserved as he may be in his general life, in the sheets, he is a needy, pathetic mess, and all because you bring that side out of him.

It isn’t easy for him to ask you for what he wants, but thankfully, you know him well enough to read the signs of his writhing form like a book. When he slips his hand up the back of your neck, he wants you to kiss his , and if his nails scratch you at all, he wants you to bite him. When he arches his back, pressing his chest into you, he wants your knee against his groin. Biting his lip? He needs his pants off immediately. Squeezing your calf while you ride him? He’s close and wants you to slow down for a minute. If he squeezes the back of your thigh , he’s close and wants you to keep going.

Colin adores the way you talk to him during sex. The way you give him clear, succinct orders that he can easily follow. The way you call him a “ good boy ” as he slides inside you, shuddering at the way your body welcomes him so warmly. The way you stroke his hair and praise him for being so well-behaved.

You encourage him to try new things he never would have been comfortable enough to bring up on his own, but never do you push him to do something he isn’t enthusiastic about. The first time you ever fingered him while stroking him until he came, it was an idea you had proposed as just something different that you could try because it supposedly felt good. Colin later told you that he had wanted to ask you to do that to him for over a month, but didn’t want to weird you out, so he was ecstatic, in his own, mild-mannered way, that you brought it up.

He hates it when you tease him in public, though. Not for any reason that one would normally feel, like that he prefers to keep that stuff behind closed doors, but because he can’t do anything about it when you run a finger along his lower back, slipping your hand under the fabric just to toy with him. If he could, he would pin you down right there and show you what happens when  you push him to his limit, but instead, all he can manage to do is blush and press his lips together to stifle the mewl that threatens to alert those around you to his arousal.

When the two of you first met, having run into each other at an underground show, he thought you were aggressive, obnoxious, and way too loud for his personal taste.

He had never wanted somebody more.

It was as if you had cast a spell on him that evening. The only phrases exchanged between the two of you were an apology from you when you two bumped into each other, then you calling him cute and writing your number on his arm. Colin went on to memorize the number in a matter of minutes after staring at it for so long.

From then on, the rest was history. You had your first date and blew him away with your ability to make a space feel brighter, but in more of a “pyrotechnics light show” way than the usual “sweet smile and kindness” way. You were everything he couldn’t be: bold, assertive, driven, unable to be stopped by minor setbacks. To this day, you still surprise him with just how certain you can be when charging off into the unknown, where he’d happily follow you.

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Hey, Caffeinds!

Just wanted to say sorry that I haven't posted anything new in a minute. This last week and a half has been... something else. Anyway, I do have a fic in the works (sort of), and I will try to get it out soon. Thanks so much for your readership and support, y'all give me life <3

- Calico

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Insomniac

Quentin Smith x Reader

For a boy that struggles so much to sleep, you're just the cure he needs

Quentin didn't think of himself as an insomniac, at least not in the traditional sense. Did he have trouble falling asleep most nights? Sure. What guy didn't? Could he not get through a single night without waking up multiple times? Of course, but everyone had that issue, clearly. It wasn't until he fell asleep with your arms around him that he realized just how unusual his sleep habits were.

Now, since the whole Krueger incident, as he and Nancy so lovingly referred to it, Quentin struggled with the volatile temptress that is slumber. He knew there wasn't anymore danger with being asleep, but something in his subconscious still fucked with his circadian rhythm enough that a solid eight hours was a pipe dream for the poor guy. However, when he felt your caring touch wrap around him as you snuggled in closer, pulling him against your body as he lay with his arms around your waist, his head on your chest, something inside him finally gave. With your fingers carding through his hair, and the gentle rocking of your chest rising and falling with each breath, Quentin found himself lulled to sleep in a matter of seconds.

His body unwound like spaghetti in boiling water, and fuck, did he need that. Resting on you, he snored softly, his hold growing slightly tighter in his sleep, as though he was scared you'd slip away if he didn't keep a good grip.

You couldn't help but smile at the sight, especially since you were often worried about his nightly routine and the ongoing fight he had with sleep. The way he melted into you, purring like a kitten as he nuzzled into you further, it made your heart skip a beat. Whether he realized it or not, you were one of the few things that made him feel safe in this world. His father was more of a warden than a comfort, and Nancy friend-zoned him very early on. They were still friends though, and in a way, Quentin was happy it ended up that way because he wouldn't have been able to get with you if he was with Nancy.

Comfortable in your bed, one of your fuzzy blankets cast over the both of you, Quentin finally got some quality shut-eye as you caressed him, stroking his back, scratching his scalp. Fuck, he loved you so much. He was so happy that you were kind enough to give him a chance. He was convinced you were out of his league and were practically doing charity work by being with him, but you adored him even more than he did you.

Soon enough, sweet Lady Nyx claimed you as well, falling asleep with your lover as the crickets chirped just outside your window. Quentin once told you how that was actually a bunch of horny crickets looking to bang, and that's why they chirped so aggressively during this time of year. While it did kind of ruin the more pure aspects of the white noise, you did find it to be a moderately fascinating little tidbit. Plus, Quentin seemed so proud of himself when he told you, so it was hard not to appreciate the fun fact.

When you woke up about an hour and a half later, Quentin was still snoozing away. You could even see a small smile on his lips. He was so cute when he slept, despite how hard it was for him to do so successfully. Running your fingers through his hair some more, you listened to the quiet hum of approval that came from him. What a dork, you thought, seeing how cuddly he was.

But he was your dork. That's what was so perfect about the scene.

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This might be an insane question, but it's late and we getting silly up in here.

Do y'all have any other characters you want me to write for?

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