Reegs

ISFP |🇦🇺 | 22 | MDNI

[cherrylonerboo]

MASTERLIST

Gosverse:

- Fanfics -

Ryland grace/reader roommates - here

Dan dunne/reader smoke sesh - here

Colt Seavers/reader patch up - here

Colt Seavers/reader drunk confession - here

Henry Latham/reader stalker - here

- headcannons -

Geese werebeing ideas - here

Colt Seavers/reader chokehold - here

Colt Seavers/reader asphyxiation- here

Colt Seavers/reader sloppy kisses - here

Lars Lindstrom/reader big size - here

Driver/reader big neighbour - here

Driver/reader secret perv - here

Lars Lindstrom/reader bulge - here

- You can request topics like -

Stalker, poly, obsessive, simp, yandere, kidnaping, BDSM, breeding kink, dacryphilia, fluff, cnc, etc

- What i wont write -

Minors, necrophilia, emetophilia, coprophilia and foot fetish.

[cherrylonerboo]

hey twin.. what if lars belly bulge fic..... like u can see where is fat cock is when hes in u..... twin do you see the vision twin.. please twin i need him please write this i love ya twin

Twin I love you I see the vision I’m sprinting with you.

Right now Lars would have you in mating press his hands gripping your legs so tight they’d probably bruise as his cheek stays pressed against yours whispering apologies for being so rough

“I’m sorry..I’m sorry honey..you just feel so good..so warm..” he was humping into you like a dog in a rut. You made the wise decision to look down at where you two were connected and slightly widen your eyes while still moaning and whining into his cheek

“Lars..Lars…you’re so big…look at my stomach..oh my god..I’m bulging..” you’d guide his head to look down at your stomach and also his line of sight to where his cock was absolutely destroying your cunt. He’d literally growl with a mixture of a whimper

“Sweetheart..does it hurt?..I can slow down..?” You’d immediately stop him half sentence by pulling him back into a kiss very sloppily making him whimper and somehow plow faster into you making you gasp giving him access to tongue your mouth.

The sounds of wet slapping would echo throughout the room with bed creaks, he’d pull back with a growl, and holy something in him had snapped, his hips would somehow speed up as he rests his head on your breasts just watching his bulge appear and disappear with every thrust as he pants heavily

“Sweetheart I’m not gonna last..not when your body is so..so..full of me..fff..I’m gonna breed you..” this would make your eyes widen not expecting it but getting cut off by a loud moan as he pushed one more time fully into your cervix now filling you up completely as he whimpers sucking on your nipple while still holding your legs up near your head

Throwing your head back with a whimper orgasming around him and panting heavily as he gently releases your legs and massaging them and kissing up your chest to your cheeks and then mouth “sorry if I went to rough..you were so pretty..” “you need to do that again..”

Let’s just say you might be waddling a couple months later…

[cherrylonerboo]

Mmmm… colts happy trail…does infact lead to happy places….colt can I lick it

[sipofchai]

adding onto adult film actor colt,,, colt who refuses to work with anyone else after you cause he’s kinda obsessed and he wants to be known and immortalized specifically for being in between your legs <3

anon you are COOKINGGGGG with this one. oh my god. his agent is lowkey pissed—one girl? one? are you trying to kill your career, Seavers? a big dick isn't worth anything if you aren't willing to fucking use it—but he's stubborn, and you're willing to work with him again, so yeah, sure. they book you together again. and again. different scenarios. different locations. the two of you are the goddamn Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire of porn.

once, as a sort of compromise, they try to book you both separately (like that means anything anymore) of you as part of an orgy video. they shouldn't have bothered, really, because there is zero chance Colt is a) touching anyone else, or b) letting anyone else get their hands on you. you are literally surrounded by naked writhing bodies (AND CAMERAS) and he is still fucking you like you are the only two people in the room.

and the thing is—viewers like it! the chemistry translates on camera. and so, with many dollar signs in their eyes, his agents (or yours, or both) pitch the idea of a live cam show. no cuts, no edits, just the two of you, alone in a room with a webcam, doing whatever you want.

if we want to get really crazy with it, we could also omegaverse-ify the concept but lemme stop myself before i go TOO overboard (i'm swan diving into the ocean as we speak)

[cherrylonerboo]

CHAI PLEASE DO OMEGAVERSE AND MY LIFE IS YOURS

[sipofchai]

more things not to think about re: Adult Film Actor Colt Seavers: you’re new to the industry, and get partnered with him for your first scene. you meet just before the shoot. you’re nervous out of your mind, but if he can tell, he doesn’t show it—just greets you with a handshake and a dimpled smile. he cracks jokes. he brings you coffee. you can’t help but relax around him. which is good, because half an hour later it becomes hard to reconcile your overgrown-puppy first impression of him with the man who is (very considerately) bending you into a pretzel in front of the cameras, fucking you so messy and so deep that you can practically feel him in your throat <3

[cherrylonerboo]

I need more…

[avocado-writing]

But he’s already given you all 8 inches :(

[cherrylonerboo]

But his big juicy biceps need to choke me avo don’t you agree

[avocado-writing]

I do think you deserve that tbf <3

[cherrylonerboo]

We can have turns pinky promise <3

[avocado-writing]

<3 when you tap out I’m putting a leash on him and shoving him face first into the mattress <3

[cherrylonerboo]

WAIT ME NEXT DO THAT TO ME MANNNN

[sipofchai]

more things not to think about re: Adult Film Actor Colt Seavers: you’re new to the industry, and get partnered with him for your first scene. you meet just before the shoot. you’re nervous out of your mind, but if he can tell, he doesn’t show it—just greets you with a handshake and a dimpled smile. he cracks jokes. he brings you coffee. you can’t help but relax around him. which is good, because half an hour later it becomes hard to reconcile your overgrown-puppy first impression of him with the man who is (very considerately) bending you into a pretzel in front of the cameras, fucking you so messy and so deep that you can practically feel him in your throat <3

[cherrylonerboo]

I need more…

[avocado-writing]

But he’s already given you all 8 inches :(

[cherrylonerboo]

But his big juicy biceps need to choke me avo don’t you agree

[avocado-writing]

I do think you deserve that tbf <3

[cherrylonerboo]

We can have turns pinky promise <3

[sipofchai]

more things not to think about re: Adult Film Actor Colt Seavers: you’re new to the industry, and get partnered with him for your first scene. you meet just before the shoot. you’re nervous out of your mind, but if he can tell, he doesn’t show it—just greets you with a handshake and a dimpled smile. he cracks jokes. he brings you coffee. you can’t help but relax around him. which is good, because half an hour later it becomes hard to reconcile your overgrown-puppy first impression of him with the man who is (very considerately) bending you into a pretzel in front of the cameras, fucking you so messy and so deep that you can practically feel him in your throat <3

[cherrylonerboo]

I need more…

[avocado-writing]

But he’s already given you all 8 inches :(

[cherrylonerboo]

But his big juicy biceps need to choke me avo don’t you agree

[binchidavinci]

My husband is beautiful and also insane

[rockyhatemark]

puppy colt who needs better training because sometimes he gets a little too excited and won’t stop humping you, even when you tell him to stop. he’s too big to push away. if he’s really riled up, he’ll take you away from whatever you’re doing and tear your clothes off, bury his cock into your heat and whimper apologies while he sloppily fucks you silly

thank you @prudejudee for putting the words puppy and colt together on my tl -> yoink! my eyes have been opened

[deadgirlinthepoolx]

I’m so parasocial sometimes

[warl0ck-arts]

THE GrAY MAN?!

[sipofchai]

more things not to think about re: Adult Film Actor Colt Seavers: you’re new to the industry, and get partnered with him for your first scene. you meet just before the shoot. you’re nervous out of your mind, but if he can tell, he doesn’t show it—just greets you with a handshake and a dimpled smile. he cracks jokes. he brings you coffee. you can’t help but relax around him. which is good, because half an hour later it becomes hard to reconcile your overgrown-puppy first impression of him with the man who is (very considerately) bending you into a pretzel in front of the cameras, fucking you so messy and so deep that you can practically feel him in your throat <3

[cherrylonerboo]

I need more…

[avocado-writing]

NEED to peg Ryland so good he gets all fucked out and can’t think straight and starts begging me to get him pregnant 🙂‍↕️

we all say crazy things mid sex. he’s no different. 18+. Afab!reader x Ryland Grace. pegging.

Ryland Grace, forty year old doctorate of biology and your son’s science teacher is, for lack of a better term, bouncing on it.

Not to say that forty year old science teachers can’t bounce on it. In fact, from where you are, more of them definitely should. It’s one hell of a view you have: sweat drips down between his pectoral muscles in a delightfully lickable line, his eyes squeeze shut in pleasure and his head rolls back so that you can see his Adam’s apple bobbing as he moans.

Yeah, it’s great from down here.

The strap he’s fucking himself on is a girthy six inches, and it’s a pleasure to watch the purple silicone disappear inside him with every thrust. There’s a little nub inside which presses on your clit just right as he goes, inching you closer to your orgasm with every luscious movement of his hips.

Oh, he is stunning. He is goddamn perfect.

“Fuck…” he chokes as the head of your dick hits his prostate and his cock leaks pre onto your stomach in a pearlescent line.

“Uh-huh,” you agree. The two of you are too fucked out to communicate clearly. It’s mostly just noises of appreciation and that’s just fine.

“I’m… I can’t…”

“Can’t what, honey?”

“Can’t keep going…” it’s said almost regretfully, like he wants to stave off his release for as long as possible so he can keep enjoying this. Your hands have been holding his hips so tightly that divots have formed, but you begin to rub comforting circles into his skin with your thumbs.

“Finish for me, handsome, go on.”

“Oh-hh-hh fuck,” he manages, and then suddenly his eyes are open and his gaze fixed solely on you, blue eclipsed with black from his lust. He’s suddenly working double time, his pert ass slapping lewdly against your harness as he speeds up.

Then he says something crazy, because that’s what happens when you’re caught up in a moment where you’re more horny than sensible.

“Put- a- baby- in- me,” he begs, punctuating the gaps between words with bounces. Your eyes go wider than his and your grip turns iron-tight as you start to control his pace, making him go even harder, making your clit get even more pressure.

“Yeah. Yeah Ry, gonna knock you up. Get you pregnant. Everyone’s gonna know who you belong to, ‘cause you’re mine.”

You lock eyes. For a second, both of you are convinced you can actually do it.

Ryland’s cock spurts with so much force it hits both you and him in the face. His shaky aftershocks move the strap just right and you’re pretty sure you flood the mattress when you come.

He collapses onto you, mewling as your cockhead hits his overused prostate. The two of you just lie in a sticky mess for a while as your breathing syncs and calms.

“In hindsight, I know that was a pretty wild thing to say. Sorry for not clearing it with you,” he mutters from where his face is tucked into your neck. You laugh.

“That’s okay, it was hot. I am aware you don’t have a womb though, so carrying a baby would be pretty difficult.”

It’s his turn to laugh, and he pulls back enough to kiss you. There will be time for worrying about silly things said during sex later. For now there’s the afterglow, and it’s important that you bask in it.

[avocado-writing]

Your Ryland pegging fic was so good, but can we expand upon the concept on hooking up with your son’s middle school science teacher?? 👀👀

Yes. Yes I can. Extension of this.

Your son talks a mile a minute about Mr Grace when he's old enough to attend his class. Mr Grace is the cool teacher, you see, everyone at school agrees on that. Your son loves science and you want to encourage him as much as possible, and when he yaps away about his day you begin to get a sense of what this guy is like before you even meet him.

And you kinda like him, from what your son tells you. He seems nice and funny and kind and enthusiastic about being a teacher, which not all teachers are. So when parent's evening rolls around, you'd never admit it, but you're sort of excited to see if he lives up to the hype.

Your son did not mention Mr Grace was drop-dead-gorgeous.

Well, of course he didn't. That would be, you know, odd, but Mr Grace is gorgeous... and easy to talk to, and the two of you get on like a house on fire. You're chatting for so long that you overrun your teacher-meeting slot and have to be shooed away by another parent, and you're kicking yourself for not getting his number.

It's the most interested you've been in another person for a while, though, so when your son is with his dad that weekend you get dressed up and head out to your favourite bar... and oh, who should be there but Mr Gorgeous himself?

He's nursing a beer and scrolling on his phone. He doesn't see you approach, but his surprise melts into genuine pleasure when he sees it's you.

"Mr Grace, didn't expect to see you here. Hope I'm not interrupting anything?"

He shakes his head and pulls out the bar stool next to him.

"Not at all. I mean, I was meant to be waiting for someone from an app but uh, it's been two hours and they haven't showed. So." He shrugs, but he sounds more pleased than disappointed. "I guess I'm glad I stuck around. What are you drinking?"

You tell him, he orders one for you and one for himself, then slips you his name along with the glass when it arrives.

"It's Ryland, by the way."

You spend the evening getting a little bit too drunk with your son's science teacher. And then he fucks you in the bar's bathroom where you take turns bending each other over the sink. You both go home fucked out, smiling, and with each other's numbers in your phones and plans to meet again on Friday night.

[romanticgumchewer]

annndddddd now I can’t stop thinking about fuckboy ken…..frat boy ken even…..

edit with further examples:

[regalfirebird]

Learning Curve

Collab time at last, baby!! Art by the effervescent @cosmicyeehaw, fic by me! (her post and closeups HERE!)

haley he's so hot my life is yours 😭

Summary: Bicep riding with Colt (nsfw) Words: ~1.1 k

Colt knew you loved his body. He worked hard to maintain his physique because it allowed him to do his job and do it well, but even if he wasn’t doing stunts he would still be hitting the gym for your sake. You were constantly all over him. In public you were more well-behaved, usually content with holding his hand or linking your arm with his, occasionally sliding a hand around his waist and pulling him to your side or even daring a quick squeeze of his ass if you thought you could get away with it. When it was just the two of you, you were always touching him, even if you weren’t trying to seduce him. If you were walking past each other, you were trailing a hand across his chest. If he was cooking, you were pressed against his back with your hands in the front pockets of his jeans. You were always offering to scratch his head or rub his shoulders, and your loving touch always left him sighing.

Colt was pretty crazy about you, too. Yours was the most serious relationship he’d ever been in and if he got his way, he wanted it to be the last he ever had. He still couldn’t believe how perfect you were for each other. As much as you always wanted to be touching him, he craved contact with you; he was an incredibly tactile person. Colt couldn’t get enough of holding you, tasting you, feeling your fingers laced with his as you walked down the street or when he held your hands over your head on the bed and fucked you deep and slow. He had a huge appetite for physical affection and was endlessly thrilled that you shared it. You made him feel like the hottest guy in the world. 

Even so, you were capable of surprising him. Like right now. “You wanna do what?” he asked, trying not to choke. His heartrate had taken off and wasn’t coming back. You smiled and ran your hand down his arm. 

“I want to ride your bicep,” you repeated, as if it were the simplest request you’d ever made. 

Colt reeled for just a moment longer, then the decisiveness that made him so good at what he did kicked in. He grinned. “Then what are we waiting around here for?” Your smile turned sharp and he loved you for it. 

In the bedroom, you stripped off your clothes and he removed his shirt and laid on his back on the bed. He blatantly checked you out as you crossed the room to retrieve the lube from the dresser. “Babe, if you changed your mind about my bicep, I know another part of me that wouldn’t mind a ride.” He winked. 

“Are you ever serious?” you asked in mock exasperation. You climbed onto the bed and squirted lubricant into your hand and spread it on his bicep; Colt twitched in his pants. 

He reached up and groped your breast. “You know the answer to that,” he said, voice pitched low and playful. You ran your clean hand through his hair and he hummed, eyes fluttering closed briefly. 

“Ready, stuntman?” you goaded, spreading a generous amount of lube between your legs. 

Colt gave you a thumbs up and felt stupidly proud as you failed to hold back a smile. You lowered yourself onto his bicep and Colt’s mouth went dry. Your wetness seeped onto his skin and warmed the lube, creating a deliciously smooth glide that caused your breath to hitch. Colt wasn’t even flexing, but the muscle was so defined he could see how your folds curved over its shape as you moved your hips back and forth. Your hand came to his shoulder to steady yourself. 

“How’s it feel?” Colt rumbled. His jeans were rapidly becoming too tight as he watched and he was completely enamored with how good of a view he was getting of all of you. 

“‘Sgood,” you said breathily and bore down harder onto him, which caused Colt to flex involuntarily. “Do that again,” you requested, and he did. Colt felt you gush onto his bicep and it ran down onto the towel you’d put beneath his arm. 

“Oh, wow,” he muttered, mostly to himself. He put a hand on your thigh so he could feel your muscles working. 

You started a laugh that slid into a sigh. “Surprised?” Your hips rolled steadily over his bulging muscle; Colt thought he’d never get enough of your soft folds caressing him like this. 

“A little,” he answered, slightly strained. He took his hand off your thigh and grabbed a fistful of the bedspread to keep from touching himself. He flexed in time with your thrusts, determined to make you feel good so you’d want to do this again. His bicep was soaked and he couldn’t wait to lick you off of it afterward. Your thighs were starting to tremble and his cock jerked when he felt your walls clench; you were pressed that tight against his arm. 

Unable to hold back any longer, he rubbed his thumb against your clit and you gasped sharply, giving aborted little thrusts against the rough pad of his finger and smearing his bicep with fresh slick. “That’s it, good girl,” Colt grunted. “You look so fuckin’ good like this.” You whimpered as you bucked into his touch. “I love you so much. I want you to come for me.” He swiped his thumb faster and your fingers dug into his shoulder painfully. 

“Oh Colt, Colt,” you whined, and then you were shaking as he brought you over the edge. You rode it out until you were spent and Colt helped lift you off his arm and slid it out from under you. He got off the bed and shoved his pants down, groaning as he wrapped a hand around his aching length, a little embarrassed at how close he was already. “Come on my face,” you urged, and Colt didn’t need to be told twice. 

Colt stroked himself quickly, and his release slammed into him with enough force his knees almost buckled as his come spurted onto your face. You opened your mouth, catching some on your tongue, and that wasn’t a sight he’d forget in a hurry. Colt stood there panting as you smiled at him with your face covered in his spend. Your tongue darted out to lick it off your lips. Colt was kissing you before he knew what he was doing, cupping your face gently and tasting himself. 

“I love you,” he said. He pressed his forehead to yours. “That was so hot. I love you so much.” 

“I love you too,” you murmured, and kissed him sweetly. “Shower with me?” 

Colt smiled. You giggled as he scooped you up and carried you to the bathroom. 

Tag List: @ken-dom, @pixiebuggz, @cosmicyeehaw, @avocado-writing, @eridianhearts, @s4turnsb3st, @qoemchu, @therylandgracehugger

[cherrylonerboo]

Guys guys guys guys stop I need him so bad omg I need him

[uss-emberprise]