hmmmm....Avo... After reading Driver i'm having thoughts about Colt being put in a collar... hm yes... Colt scoffing at the idea but quickly learning something new about himself after you put him in his place... maybe even throwing him a good boy after if he deserves it heheohoh... I need that man on his knees :)
okay this accidentally ended up as a sequel to this (and also to this lol). I hope you enjoy! Colt Seavers x gn!reader. 18+. Sub!Colt, lots of pet names, collaring, slight pet play. Colt comes in his pants because he's obsessed with you.
It was Allison's idea, as many of the best ones are. There's a club she frequents where the collaring of people you're in control of is deeply encouraged. Apparently she "ran into" a guy there last night - she keeps the details light but is grinning the whole time - and he seemed pretty pleased with being obviously dominated by the person who brought him along.
"You could do that to Colt. He'd love it, I bet. He already walks around after you like a dog, why not collar him like one, too?"
So you took a little initiative and bought one online. A good one, too, made of leather and embossed with your name. Things have been going well with the two of you over these past few weeks and he deserves nice things for behaving so well. He's such a gentleman: holding doors open for you, carrying your bags, making you come whenever you spread your legs and beckon him towards you...
Allison's suspicions about his enjoyment when it comes to being marked as yours are confirmed the moment he lays eyes on the collar. His eyes go wide when you bring it out of your pocket, twisting it around your fingers playfully.
"You want me to wear that on set?" he asks, scoffing a little. Aww, he's trying to test his limits. Cute.
"I thought you liked being good for me?" you reply, widening your eyes in faux-innocence. That knocks the bravado from him and he deflates just a little, becoming the pillow-pliable man you know he can be.
"I just... in front of so many people...?"
"Your costume hides your neck, baby. It's so chunky. Nobody will know, just you and me. Our little secret, yeah?"
Oh, he just melts at that, leaning into your touch like a beloved pet when you scratch his cheek. You can feel his throat bob as he swallows thickly when you slip it round and tighten the little buckle, desperately trying to keep his hands to himself until you tell him to release. His fingers twitch as if they naturally want to gravitate towards your body, as if it is his most innate desire to keep you close.
"C'mon, let's get to work," you say, giving him a quick kiss on the lips and pulling up the neck of his costume to hide your name in leather.
It is so easy to see how distracted he is all day. They've got him wearing a jumpsuit with a turtleneck cableknit sweater - it's an action movie about a fisherman, go figure - so it's pretty baggy, but you know your Colt at this point. He's half-hard in his costume and you have to see him take a break to physically calm himself down, digging his fingernails into his palms to try and make his erection go away through sheer force of will. Those same hands keep carefully reaching below the thick knit around his throat to fiddle with something. Anyone who isn't in the know might just think it's uncomfortably tight. But for those of you are in the know...
Allison grins at you across the set where she's applying some fake blood to an extra and you shoot her a thumbs-up. God bless that woman.
You, on the other hand, are as cool as a cucumber. You're a great actor after all, you can't let anyone know how much the submissive stuntman on set drives you wild. You're aware of him staring longingly at you as you perform your scenes but are careful to pay him no mind, making him go just a little bit more crazy every time you don't fully return his eager smile...
By the time you retire to your trailer for the evening, he's done for. Colt can barely speak as he follows you into your little sanctuary and you close the door. His knees simply hit the floor and he buries his face against your stomach.
"Use your words, baby boy,” you hum.
"Need you so bad... this was torture..."
"You loved it though, huh? Having my name around your throat?"
"Fuck. Yeah."
"And I was right, it was a good idea to wear it on set?"
"You have all the good ideas. You were so right. Please, please... I'm so fucking hard..."
"Awww. That's okay, baby, I can take care of you."
You stick your calf between his legs, grinning when you feel his rock hard cock desperately stretching against its confines. Colt doesn't even bother to ask for permission, doesn't even ask for anything more; he just starts rutting up against you. His warm, broad hands sink into your thigh for leverage as his hips rut wildly, and he comes embarrassingly fast, totally soiling his stunt costume.
"Ah, Colt, we're gonna need to get that dry cleaned ourselves now! Not to worry. You're a good boy anyway."
At the sound of those two words he comes again. It's fucking impressive, but you feel another wet wave of release drip down against your leg as he trembles a bit.
"Fuck. You're incredible..." Colt murmurs, and you decide that the collar is never coming off.
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hiiiii for colt: he comes home after a day of shooting and he's all sweaty and desperate for you bc he's been thinking about eating you out all day :) important that he's sweaty and messy and perfect for you
anon...i'm rubbing my hands together like a fly thinking about this...LOOK AT HIM, he’s so dirty, i want to lick him clean 👅
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⋆˚꩜｡c.w. afab!reader. established relationship. smut (MDNI!). oral (f receiving). needy colt. dom!colt if you squint.
“honey, i’m home!” you hear your boyfriend tell you from the front door. “in the bathroom! give me a sec.” you don’t know why you bother, honestly. given how he struts into just about any place of the house like he owns it— which, he does.
predictably, he walks right into the bathroom. hugging you tight from behind while you wash your hands. you smile at him through the mirror, only to be found with him smelling your hair profusely. and if you weren’t so used to him, you’d be a bit creeped out.
you notice his usual loving gaze has contorted into a lustful one. you let out a laugh under your breath. “why are you laughing at me?” he asks while pushing your hair back to kiss your cheek, neck, shoulder, anywhere he can reach, basically. “colt, you just got home. you’ve just seen me, how are you turned on already?” and if as punctuation, he presses harder against your back, letting you feel him. and your laugh turns into a small gasp he doesn’t leave unnoticed.
“you smell so good, and you look so pretty,” he explains, kissing your shoulder. “i’m so tired, i just want some lovin’” he whines. grabbing your chin to turn you towards him and kiss you.
he wastes no time to slide his tongue into your mouth, smiling to himself when you let out a soft moan. only breaking the kiss to spin you around and grab you by the waist.
he walks you to your bed. you let out a huff when he pushes you to lay down. he’s quick to kneel before you, spreading your legs to get between them. “you’re gonna let me relax, hm?” he asks, already tugging your pajama bottoms and your underwear down.
had he been anyone else, you might’ve questioned how eating you out helps him, but you know your man, so all you do is bite your lip and nod.
“oh, honey,” he starts, in fake pity. “you’re already wet and i just got home.” he teases your teasing. and normally, you would roll your eyes at him, but he wastes not a second to dive in. making you gasp and hold on to his hair.
your legs try to close around his head. without looking, he throws one of your legs over his shoulder, pushing the other one open and keeping his hand there, fingers pressing into your skin.
“oh, my god.” you moan, staring at the ceiling. knowing that if you turn to see the lewd view in front of you, you’d come immediately.
he licks a stripe from bottom to top, zeroing in on your clit. giving it one, two, small licks before closing his lips around it.
you let out a loud moan, your legs threatening to close again, only to be found with colt’s death grip. he slaps your thigh. “don’t.” he chastises.
he lets his tongue wonder, licking into your folds. he practically makes out with it. you moan again, threading your fingers on his hair, only to be met with his dirty hair. your hips push off the mattress at the feeling.
he lets his tongue focus on your hole. you finally lean forward to see him. he makes eye contact with pleading eyes. you’re not sure what he’s asking for but you’re willing to give it to him.
he thrusts it into you, taking note on how you bite your lip. he smacks your thigh again, a not-so-gentle reminder that he wants to hear you. you mutter an apology and let the loud noises come out of you.
he licks another stripe again, making sure to give special attention to your clit, seeing how that got the bigger reaction. he licks it rapidly, his eyes fluttering shut and letting out a groan when he feels you tug at his hairline. the sounds that that feeling elicits out of you are ungodly. “oh, my god.” he gets lost in your body. head completely empty except from the way you writhe beneath him in pleasure.
“keep going, fuck, just like that, colt,” you ask him. “suck—suck on it, please.” and he’s so obedient for you, you have to break eye contact otherwise you’d come just from that.
your hips thrust into his mouth, and he groans again. you keep janking at his hairline.
your legs try to close on their own but you don’t let them, pressing your heel into his back. but when you feel how sweaty he still is, you’re almost on cloud nine.
his jaw is starting to ache, but that’s the furthest thing from his mind when he knows you’re already on edge.
“‘m fucking comin—” you interrupt yourself with a particularly high-pitched moan.
your breathing becomes shallower by the second. panting to let oxygen come into your lungs. you throw your head back and he knows he’s got you. “oh, my god, colt.” you try to say. “fuck, yes.”
your hips jolt at the overstimulation.
“it’s too much, honey.” you try to tell him between pants. pushing his head away from you, and he whines. he reluctantly pulls away, but not before kissing your core one last time.
while you try to regulate your breathing, he lays besides you. turning on his side and stroking your arm lovingly while you come back to reality.
you turn to see him. “hi.” you say, with the biggest grin known to man. “hi, baby.” he says with a soft smile, and that’s almost enough to get you going again.
“god, you stink.” you laugh when he leans in for a kiss. he hums. “didn’t seem to mind before.” you smack his arm. he laughs.
“i’m gonna take a shower,” he tells you while standing up. “join me?” he turns to see you, his eyes traveling to see you’re still spreading your legs, forgetting about the fact that you’re naked. you spring up. following him to the bathroom.
roadtrip doodle dump of bullshit <3 I love stratt in this au . truly. obsessed with her
grace has weird gender in this au dont ask me what kind of trans he is yes hes got top scars yes she ponders transfemininity no me and my partner dont care to figure out whats going on with him
anddd the matching friendship bracelets that grace rocky and simon have :]] bought at a roadside gift shop <3 rocky and grace often swap theirs while simon keeps his star one
it's like a baby sling for my legs? but the weight is spread out over my whole back with the nice gentle pressure of a good pair of leggings and it's deshrimping my shoulders back is this the first time I sat like a normal human? maybe
these are really great it sort of gently pulls your back and shoulders into stable positions like... exotendons or something. it literally feels so restful to sit up straight when youve got this thing on
my friend w hypermobile EDS insisted i try this thing and the first time i wore it, it was so restful i cried so hard i threw up. because i realized how much tension i was holding in my body and how tired i really was
I love it when a classicist has clearly gotten so lost in the BCE sauce that their perception of time has become deeply warped. Case in point: the article I’m currently reading just described the Byzantine era as “a period relatively modern.”
Grace getting really good at tapestry knitting and crochet since Eridian fibers are uncomfy for clothing and he ends up with a bunch of nice tapestries hanging in his house in the biodome.
Rocky says "why Grace hang up plain piece of cloth. Question?" The first time Grace finishes one and proudly shows it off to his bestie.
And Grace is like "oh. Right. There's a color pattern but....you cant see that. Hmm"
So the next one he makes also has the pattern textured (thank you purl stitches. Seed/moss stitch makes for great tactile patterning) and he shows this one off and Rocky is like "AMAZE! Pretty pattern on Grace art! Look nice hanging on wall! Can make Rocky one to hang in Rocky Adrian house?"
Grace figures out cables too after much practice and gifts Rocky and Adrian a beautiful tapestry made with cables to look like an earth tree on the Eridian Equivalent of their anniversary. They cherish it.
one of my favorite dumb little hcs is that one day grace gets sick or something and asks simon if he could sub in for teaching the pebbles, just like put on a movie or something. and simons like "uh........ i guess" and he ends up showing them a game from the hail mary's media archive that he had gotten hooked on back when they were traveling to erid. it's the only thing he can think to ~teach~ since he'd know about as much of grace's earth-culture as the pebbles. and it's all an elaborate setup for me to have a scene of simon doing a lets play for the eridian children
They are called sundown towns and there are a LOT of them in the US.
https://sundown.tougaloo.edu/sundowntowns.php
This website has a clickable map where you can see suspected and confirmed sundown towns by state, as well as information about whether these attitudes are historical or current.
The homepage of Dr. James W. Loewen, author of Lies My Teacher Told Me, Lies Across America, and Sundown Towns.
My obligatory addition to this every time it crosses my dash, because I know the link is definitely missing ones in my own (northern) state and there are some in this thread not on the above link either - thread by LeVar Burton with a LOT of replies from people naming the sundown towns near them:
As someone that lives in Beaumont right next to Vidor DO NOT STOP HERE EITHER!!! Or literally ANY of the surrounding cities. You have a better chance in New Orleans and Lafayette than here. 
Reblogging to save a life, please try to make people aware of this as this place is actually disgusting and people have gotten hurt here. Please, I’m not looking for interactions for popularity, I’m looking for people to spread this and keep others safe. 🪽
i’m not poc but I am very openly and pretty obviously gender non conforming and queer, and I want everyone to be safe in all ways, poc people and queer people and non Christian people and everyone. Be safe guys, seriously.
Man at my job just told me to “hold your little horsies just a little longer ☺️” about the task I’ve been waiting for him to complete or at the very least update me on for six weeks. Brendan, I will fuck your adult son. You’re gonna start seeing me at family Christmas. Horsies in tow.
Rocky thinking Grace literally said “I have to go and die” on one of their first interactions is so funny to me. Like imagine meeting an alien after almost half a century alone and then they go “ah, bad timing, I’m gonna go lay down and never get up. Nice meeting ya! :)”
