My name's Van | They/Them/Ze/Zir | I've been around the internet long enough to see Ryan Gosling bring old fandom back (26) | Yumeshipper with Monty McTreats | Rygos Movies I've seen: Barbie, PHM, LatRG, TGM, TFG, TNG, Stay, MBN | Follows from furbyteethmain
My twin came up with an au where Ken is the youngest brother of Coltland Gentry. He calls it Just Coltland Gentry (Just Ken + Coltland Gentry)
Edit: My twin says everyone is free to use this au idea however they like if you're inspired by anything he said you're free to use it (he is begging you to use it)
in which monty asks what should be an innocent question, but it never really is when it comes to him, is it? he likes to fill you up and tease you.
tags : @hollandmarchsashtray @screamrain @seoulmate29
word count: 864 words
content: mini drabble, second person pov!, monty mctreats x reader, reader is not gendered, pet names used: cupcake/sweetheart/little bonbon/sweet thing, vaguely described anatomy (could be read as afab or amab), monty being genuinely enamoured with you like he wants that cookie so effin bad, pure filth, PENETRATION!!!, cumming inside, no condom (wrap it before you tap it kids), if you squint it might be cum fetish, weird little guy who wants you
18+ only beneath line
"hey, lovey, do you wanna try this cream pie?" monty asks, coming up behind you in the kitchen and gesturing vaguely. you nod, against your better judgement, a little exclamation of interest leaving you.
"mh? didn't you say yes? i swear i heard it, right, cupcake?" he questions, torso flattening against your back where he's got you bent over the counter. the fingers from one hand are hooked into your mouth, flattening against your tongue to feel around the soft muscle. half of your thoughts are already melting away, soft and pliable in the back of your head, and the other half are all focused on the way he drags himself back almost completely out before burying back deep inside.
you can barely speak around them, pathetically whining out something that must have been confirmation. he hums as he presses a kiss to the nape of your neck, his hips moving with a deep, steady pace. you really should have known better when he came up to you, grinning far too excitedly, but you have a habit of letting him get away with most things. this is just another one on the list.
monty's other hand is gripped into the flesh of your hip, holding you steady as your knees knock into the cabinets of the counter with each thrust. "see, oh, i knew you agreed," he mumbles against your shoulder, licking a sweet, wet strip up to your neck. he shudders from the pure adrenaline of being this close, of being allowed to taste you, his eyes fluttering shut. "you taste sooooo good.. so delicious."
your jeans are bunched up at your ankles from where he had hurriedly pushed them down, his own pants only barely slipped past his hips. a keening sound rises when he releases your hip, hand moving around to the front of your body to skillfully stroke out other depraved sounds of pleasure. "mmnh," you mumble around his fingers, spit dribbling down your chin and slowly dripping onto the counter when he pulls his fingers away to wrap his arm around your waist. "monty, please-"
the specific drag of his cock rocking in and out of you hits every place that makes your legs turn into jelly. you buckle beneath him, beneath the weight and the pleasure that ripples through you in waves, fingers gripping onto the countertop hard enough that your knuckles turn white. he must find it amusing, because a breathless little laugh leaves him, giddy with an almost innocent glee, a sigh of affection ghosting your shoulder.
"you gonna cum for me, sweetheart? you know you wanna," he nearly sings, voice in that sugary lilt full of affection and teasing. his rhythm is becoming a bit more sporadic, a bit more close to non-rhythmic, moving like he's chasing something more. "i'm close too, squeezing me so nicely. gonna fill you up nice and good, just like those cute little donuts you like so much, yeah?"
monty pulls you closer, if possible with how close he's already tucked against you, placing his forehead between your shoulder blades, breath running down your spine and making your back arch from the shudder that takes over. one of your hands reaches back to grip at his thigh, and the man whines when he presses a kiss to your skin. with the one hand working you tirelessly and his thrusts becoming shorter as he practically ruts into you, the combined stimulation makes you twitch.
he almost giggles at it, mumbling against your skin, "oh, you like that so much, don't you? yeah? my sweet little bonbon, getting so excited for me to cum deep in you." you whine in response, edging him on further, practically meeting him with the way your hips press back to help him grind deeper into you. monty huffs out another laugh, breaking with a groan when his own hips stutter, flattening himself entirely against you.
you can feel him pulse inside of you, the way he breathes out little sounds of pleasure between the kisses he leaves against your back, your shoulders. hot spurts coat your insides, his heart pounding rapidly in tandem with your own; you can feel it against your back, the way he breathes, the way he shudders with pleasure and awareness of what exactly he's doing to you. marking you, leaving proof that he's been there. monty nearly drools, instead leaving another wet line on your spine and humming when he steadily stops twitching inside of you.
"you take me so well, sweet thing.. look at that," he muses, leaning up and pulling out of you. you shake your hips a bit, to which he grips at the flesh of your hips, sinking his fingers in and squeezing as though you're some sort of pastry dough. when his cum leaks out, he glances up, looking at you when you turn your head to meet his gaze over your shoulder. monty gives you a cheeky little smile, his fingers rubbing over your hole, shoving back in the wetness that threatens to leave, bringing it up to his mouth.
he licks his fingers, humming contentedly. "now that's a cream pie i can get behind."
