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Wasn't going to bring anything up but I am beyond disgusting and triggered by things I've been sent. Pedophilia isn't something to make light of, incest isn't something to make light of.
You all protect each other and hide behind each other. Gosverse must've deleted her original post bc there are screenshots of what she said about a minor!
lol yeah and here's more proof, not all bc I have a life and I'm not searching for all that.
But honestly as a victim of sexual abuse as a child I literally feel sick. This is disgusting and shouldn't be entertained?
Also creating a discord to talk shit about drama YOU started is wildly childish, grow up. Anytime you got an anon you didn't like you said it was me, you sat on your phone and went on the wildest rampage meanwhile I posted like 5 things. This is absolutely disgusting and because I'm a literal victim of both things you guys are romanticizing I'm going to step off tumblr for a bit for mental health.
Not to add too much onto this but like evie said if you make light of any of this you are a sick person and need to be put behind bars. My experiences cannot compare to others but it is fucking heartbreaking to go through something like that.
Evie if you ever need to reach out, like i have said, im always here 🩷
Summary: Ryland’s been exhausted lately, and his brother has decided to find out why. Only to learn he’s living with what Colt sees as a dream. Time to swap places and take over for his twin: he can handle it. (Project Hail Mary & Fall Guy 2024)
Notes: NSFW (No physical sex but heavy implication), Ryland Grace x F!Reader x Colt Seavers, Committed Ryland x Reader, Colt x Reader, Twin-swap/Fake Identity.
PHM & FG2024 belong to Universal Pictures and Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer
Colt invited Ryland out to lunch; nothing too serious, but he did notice his brother's change in texting habits and even the small signs of exhaustion that started to appear on his form. The cafe was pretty quiet, Ryland having already gotten a table, nursing a triple espresso to hopefully wipe the need for a long rest from his soul. You weren't invited; this was strictly a lunch between brothers despite how much your company was always welcomed.
You had become a rock in Ryland's life and by extension, Colt's. You were a bright flower in the garden he stumbled into; you found his aspirations and hobbies entertaining. Ryland adored every part of you, but there was one small quirk that he could still barely handle.
Colt sat down across from Ryland. "Glad you came to meet me. Was worried you'd be too busy to do anything. It's hard to get a handle on you lately."
"Don't remind me. Finals on top of yearly reviews and…" Ryland trailed off at the end. "So why did you invite me out here?"
Colt narrowed his eyes and sipped his drink before setting it down. "Ryland, you look like you've been run ragged."
"Is it that noticeable?"
"Very," Colt said, nodding before gesturing with both his hands. "What is it that's gotten you so tired? Is grading really grinding your gears this hard?" Ryland rubbed his face with one hand, trying to muster up the words for what he was about to admit.
"You know..the love of my life, right?" Colt nodded, to which Ryland covered his face with both hands. "She's got me drained."
"….Like emotionally?"
Ryland shook his head, embarrassed, and lowered his hands, his face tinged with red. "You could say…physically."
Colt took a second before bursting out laughing, causing Ryland to glare and whisper-yell at him to shut up. He wiped his eyes and started to attempt to calm down.
Ryland Grace was saying, in blunt terms, that he was getting way more sex than he knew what to do with. That…was probably the funniest thing Ryland could've said, and Colt's laughed at a lot of things he said. Poor guy lives every fantasy. Ryland really was living such a tough, tough life….
"Let me…get this straight." Colt said, failing to wipe the smile off his face, "You are exhausted… because you are getting laid too much. By your hot girlfriend. What an amazing problem to have."
"Colt, you don't understand. I am physically drained. I love her and the intimacy to pieces, but my god I can not cum anymore than I have in the past two weeks." Ryland said, exasperated. "Living room, Bedroom, Bathroom—"
"Those are pretty typical places, Ryland."
"—The Hallway, garage, the car, the kitchen, the backyard, the backseat of the car at the mall, a public restroom in a busy bar, my home office; literally anywhere she can run her hands over me."
"….Ryland.."
"I didn't even know about half these positions: London Bridge, Good Ex, Butter Churner, there was this one pose where I didn't even know I could bend that way, the—"
"Ryland, please stop." Colt interrupted before exhaling. He put his hands palms together before pointing at your brother, "I would kill to live your life."
Ryland choked on his drink, coughing. He patted his chest as Colt continued.
"You get laid, anytime, any day, anyway? If you can't handle it, I'm so down to swap places." Colt said before he snapped his mouth shut when Ryland's eyes slowly widened at the proposition.
Colt just offered to fuck you, his nympho girlfriend who had him shooting blanks from the frequency. The allure of a break…was tempting. His eyes flickered to the text message from you that had popped up; only expressing curiosity at when Ryland would be home. But he knew what that meant: You opening the door in thin red lingerie, pulling him by his tie and using the same fabric to tie his hands up.
And he'd let you every time; he could never deny you such a simple request, no matter how long you wanted to go. Ryland slowly nodded, trying to hide the growing smirk.
Colt can cover this session.
"You think you can handle it?" Ryland said, "Have you even gotten laid this year; this may be too much for your inexperienced life." Colt sat there in shock. There is no way Ryland just called him inexperienced. He can so handle a couple rounds with a frisky lady in his place.
"Fuck you, get up. We're swapping clothes in the bathroom. I'll show you what I can handle. Sex won't be anything; I'll even tire her out!" Colt spat, falling for Ryland's setup. Ryland immedately started booking himself a spa trip; he was not answering when he called for help. He also made notes to bring his grading along so he can work on it between.
You glanced at the clock before going back to resting your chin in your palm. The black lingerie wrapped around you under a sheer robe. You had given yourself smoky eyes, had everything in the bedroom within reach; all you needed was your beloved other half. When the knob turned, you slid over. 'Ryland' stepped inside, his eyes rising above the glasses. You smirked before slinking up. Your arms wrapped around his neck, nails scratching at his scalp.
'Ryland' started to melt as soft kisses pressed to his throat, as you slowly beckoned him to the stairs upstairs, his eyes devouring your skin and the way the clothing gave away all the curves you'd gotten.
"Come upstairs, love~" You said, dropping the robe to the ground and tugging him by the tie. "I need something only you can give me." The coat was thrown to the ground, and shoes were taken off as you were playfully chased up the stairs and into the bedroom. Once the door shut, you dragged him down on top of you.
Colt, masquerading as 'Ryland', threw every other layer to the ground, immedately pressing kisses to your neck.
You smiled and reached for a leather strap just out of his view…
The following morning's rays leaked through the curtains, painting the trail of clothing up the stairs with a golden hue. The house remained still on the first floor, like a scene frozen. Up the stairs was another story. Colt slowly blinked as he gathered any strength to crawl into the hallway from the bedroom. Red claw lines marked up his back, hickies all over his neck and collar, littering down his stomach and all over his hips and thighs.
Red rub marks existed around his wrists and ankles, and he's pretty sure his jaw is still sore from how many times he ended up eating you out. Any belief in his stamina was gone; he was probably not even capable of popping another erection.
Colt shakily exhaled, "I owe Ryland such an apology for making fun of him for this." He froze, hearing your heels tap against the floor, walking around his spot on the floor.
"Oh baby…" You cooed, "I'm not tired yet, and I just got a new toy in, and it'll drive both of us wild…"
"L-Listen..I'd love to, but there's nothing in me anymore. As hot… as…you are…I don't think I can keep up." Colt swallowed, glancing up at you. Her hair was a mess, and she had marks all over her chest and neck; her thighs had the indents of hands that spent all night holding on. "Look, I'm not—"
"I know exactly who you are, Colt. You and your brother don't exactly feel the same inside." You hummed squating down and poking his nose. "Now…one more round for me……?" You whispered, lifting his chin, so his lips brushed with hers.
funny how “so many people” were apparently getting copied by saint yet not a single one of them has a spine to call her out. unfollowed bye
I don't mind getting unfollowed 😭 that's totally okay and if you feel that way plz do it! I do not want to bring them into this bc I want them to do that on their own terms??
this brand of bts photos from phm destroy me especially badly because yeah that is literally just someone’s science teacher. that’s ryland grace right there.
omg alternative reader who's a yapper. Driver is super into how scary they look but they are essentially like a black cat, they are hyper and affectionate and extremely odd LOL
I myself can't add to much onto this because I'm kinda "boring" but I can so see the vision!!! I wish I could expand more on this because its so cute 😭😭
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Driver thinks you'd be more on the timid side maybe even brooding but you're actually just bubbly and when you get to know eachother he finds himself searching for your smile wherever he goes.
You may look "scary" and "dark" but to him you're the light in his life! (Plus he loves you just the way you are anyway)
And if you're dating he'd definitely try and buy you some clothes and maybe even accessories, nothing expensive or posh but something that perfectly matches your style because he knows you so well now and lowkey wants to spoil you..
Maybe even plushies but that's kinda a self indulgent thing 👀
very much self indulgent grumpy x sunsine with driver where reader is veeeery talkative and driver is just there. like imagine you have car troubles so driver insists on taking a look at your car and the whole time your bouncing around. or you two are on a drive and he just listens and smiles like it’s his own podcast
YESSSS I LOVE THIS
He would so check on your car very intensely while you're talking about your day and then what happend to the car and he just loves hearing you talk no matter what it's about because as long as you're happy then he's happy.
And when he takes you for a drive you could be parked and watching the sunset while you point out and thoroughly describe parts of the horizon and he will just let you go on a big tangent about how beautiful it looks.
When you're watching a movie with him you do a lot of commentary and especially if it's something you've watched before but he hasn't, you like to go into detail about the plot and certain characters while he just silently watches cuddled up next to you.
You'd also like to tease him a lot to try and get him to smile so peppering random kisses on his face and giving him compliments as he tries so hard not to crack a smile but because he loves you so much he can't help but be soft and vulnerable around you.
UGH!!!! This has my heart I love the grumpy x sunshine trope 🥹🥹
Ummm all I can say is I love Colt Seavers and I’m on my period and thats all I’m going to say
Very VERY loosely inspired by @kenstimetoshine and their Driver period sex fic cause It made me wanna write a sorta period sex fic
-Mars/Iris
Words: 1.4k (this was meant to be like 0.4k what the hell happened)
NFSW BELOW:
“baby?! Pretty girl, where are you??” Colt’s calls sound throughout the apartment, loud enough you can faintly hear them despite being in the shower.
“I’m in the shower!!” You call out, the sound of the shower running muffles most of the sound, but Colt was already making his way over once he heard the shower.
“Can I come in?” Colt asked more as a formality than a question already knowing you would say yes. He opened the door and could see your beautiful silhouette through the shower curtain. “Hi sweetie, how was your day?” Colt asked as he hopped up on the counter.
“It was ok, work as normal than went to the gym after hence the shower”
Colt hums “mmm I see I see…” you could tell he wanted to ask something but was trying to be polite. But you knew him well enough to respond knowing exactly what the question is.
“Yes Colt you can join me in the shower” you tease. “fair warning though I started my period today” you add.
“I don’t care, you know I don’t care” Colt murmurs as he rushes to get his clothes off and join you in the shower.
Once in Colt grabs your waist and pulls you in for a kiss, feeling a bit needy after not seeing you all day. The adrenaline coursing through his veins from the successful stunt he did today was definitely contributing to the neediness as well.
“Good day at work today I assume?” You tease, nipping at his lip as your fingers gently tug at the nape of his neck.
“Uh huh how you know…” Colt mumbles against your lips, pinning you to the shower wall. You wince at the cold tile and arch into his warm body trying to get away from it. Colt groans at the contacts and grips your waist hard enough for indents, pulling you in closer.
“You get a little handsy after a really good stunt~” you tease your hands trailing down to squeeze his large biceps before you move in and begin to kiss and suck on his neck.
“Mmm fuck” Colt moans folding in towards you, his legs starting to feel a bit shakey. One hand comes up and gently caresses your hair as you leave marks along Colt’s neck. “Feels so good…” he whimpers
Colts hand trails down your body to the apex of your thighs gently brushing the patch of hair there. You try to angle yourself away letting out a small hiss “Sensitive…” You pull back so you can clearly see him. “I’m on my period remember…”
“Mmm I really don’t mind sweetie” Though he moves his hand to your hip gently rubbing your hip bone waiting for your response.
“Colt I- it’s blood. My blood, you really want that all over your fingers” You huff, a bit confused why he's not disgusted by that thought. Colt’s pupils dilate at the thought as a response gets stuck in this throat for a second.
“Oh pretty girl I really really don’t care” Colt whispers, moving your hand to grip his hard length to show just how affected he is by the thought. Sure you felt his semi-errection against your thigh the whole shower but now he was rock hard and steadily leaking pre-cum. “I want to do this for you if you’ll let me, what's a little blood to your pleasure huh. So please Sweetheart I really really want to if you will let me” Colt practically begged.
You can’t help but whimper at his words. God how could you say no to that. Your only hesitance was how Colt would feel about the blood but since he didn’t care there was nothing stopping the need coursing through you so happily give in.. “Oh please Colt your fingers fill me up so well” You beg, gripping his wrist. “Need you so bad” —god how easily you fold for this man—
“Mmm gladly pretty girl I’ll give you exactly what you need.” Colt teased gently nibbling on your ear. His fingers move down and coat themselves in a beautiful mixture of slick and blood before slipping inside your drenched pussy. You moan at the pleasure and grip tightly onto his wrist.
“God you make such pretty sounds~” Colt whispers in your ear. His thumb moves to make gentle strokes on your clit as he curls his fingers hitting the spot inside that makes your eyes roll to the back of your head.
“Mmm don't stop Colt don't stop!!” you whine, feeling way closer than you should. You bury your face in his neck, feeling yourself fold in.
“Mmm wasn't planning on it” Colt groans, loving the way you pulse around his fingers. He slightly adjusted so his throbbing cock was brushing against your thigh creating the perfect amount of friction.
Colt moans as you buck forward creating more friction on his cock. He can’t help but time the way he curls his fingers to his thrusting against your thigh and soon you both are bordering on the line of release.
“Fuck baby I’m close” Colt whines in your ear, doubling down on his efforts to make sure you cum first.
“Me too! God Colt please please please!” You chant feeling breathless, Your orgasm is so close, just barely in reach.
“I know baby I know I can feel it, the way you flutter around me, your quick gasp and moans…Fuck like you you came straight out of a wet dream, absolutely perfect and…god just perfect” Colt rambles struggle not to tumble over the edge but the way you grip onto his shoulder, digging your nails into his skin just feels too damn good.
Colt’s thumb applies the perfect amount of pressure as he finds the right rhythm to your clit despite his thrust against your thigh turning sloppy as he loses control.
Something about the mix of sensations, the sensitivity and taboo of doing this while on your period, the hot steam of the shower, and the gorgeous man melting into you causes an orgasm so strong you almost pass out.
You bite down onto Colt's shoulder as you feel wave after wave of pleasure course through your body. Your knees wouldn't be able to keep you up if it wasn’t for the help of Colt. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and you feel dizzy as Colt fingers still work you through your orgasm.
The sting of your bite hurts so good Colt can’t help but come all over your thigh. He slumps forward weakly humping your leg as he comes whispering your name over and over again like a prayer as pleasure spreads across his body.
Once you guys are slightly shaking from overstimulation you gently pull away. “Sorry” you mumble with a slight flush as you gently rub the bite mark you left on Colts shoulder.
Colt snorts “I’m not! That was hot as fuck!” He enthused trying to get a better view of your little claim on him. —not that you needed a claim, he was your the second you said yes to a date— “I’m just sorry I didn’t end up lasting to fuck you like you deserve” Colt cringes gestures to his cum now dripping down your leg
“I’m not, that was also hot as fuck, the way you just could control yourself, hot as fuck!” you gush pulling forward for another kiss. But you slightly wince as you move, forgetting all about Colt’s fingers still deep in your pussy.
“Mmm sorry!” Colt gently removes his fingers from inside you but is mesmerized by the sight left on them. He quickly moved his fingers out of the spray of the shower to admire them. His thick fingers were covered in a mix of cum and bloody creating a sort of pale red on his fingers and something about it was just so…incaptivity..
“Oh jeez, wash your hands… this is why I didn’t want to do this” You groan feeling embarrassed, taking his silence for disgust.
“When can we do this again…” Colt whispered, voice turning low and husky. “Preferably me fucking you with my dick instead… god I need to see this completely covering my dick…” Colt groaned at the thought, more so speaking to himself.
I- Colt you can’t be serious there no way you-“ You try to protest but Colt cuts you off.
“I have never been more serious when I say this was one of the hottest moments of my life- now please I would like to know if and when I can fuck you like this”
“Right now… if if you really want.” You stammer feeling dazed at the feral way Colt was looking at you.
Colt didn’t even bother to respond. He just threw you over his shoulder, shut off the shower and made his way to your bedroom making sure to grab the darkest towel he could find.
JAY I CARE A LOT ABT PERIOD SEGGS 😭 that tag abt driver omg Shakespeare is jealous of you 💀 WRITE ABT IT ANF MY LIFE IS YOURS 👹👹👹
HOLY MOLY. I didn't expect this. Thank you.
Having sex with driver while on your period just makes SO much sense to me, im glad you agree 👀
In honour of you're request:
A Sharks Love 🎀
Bf!Driver x Reader
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Summary: your boyfriend finds out you're on your period. What better can he do than buy you whatever you need and fuck the pain away?
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Tags: SMUT!!! Quite graphic because blood is mentioned!!! p in v sex, switch in positions, fingering, creampie, period sex!!!! Technically implied that it's unprotected sex so take whatever you want from that, no use of y/n, fluff at beginning and end? Blood play if you squint, no specific mention of the period product (whatever you use is what reader uses), over 2k words.
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Mina's notes: this definitely turned out longer than I expected.. but without the help of my bestie @wonhyucks motivating me and the queen @ken-dom for improving my confidence in making this, this fic wouldn't exist as it is so, credits to them! (Also, the title can be interpreted in two different ways teehee)
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Driver was pretty good at sensing when it was that time of the month.
So when you didn't wake up your usual time on a weekend, he checked you were okay, noting your curled up form in bed and the grumble that was not directed to him but to everything else.
He made you both a quick breakfast after scouting the bathroom, storing in his head that you were nearly out of your period products.
That's why he's currently in Big 6 Market, picking out everything he knew you'd need as well as secretly want, as if he could read your mind.
After picking out your products he made sure to grab some of your favourite snacks before he heading home.
Today your cramps were particularly painful, ones that prevented you from moving, sure, you could get up and go to the toilet–but even that was frustrating.
Driver always took care of you silently. He didn't need to guide you with words or ensure that everything would be okay.
He just needed to be your safe space.
And considering he's been your partner for nearly a year now, he's definitely your safe space. No matter the situation.
Whether it's watching over you in public with a protective glare or if it's taking care of you when the knives attacking your body are too much to handle. Yes. That is how you'd describe being on your period, like your being stabbed.
He comes back to your shared apartment to find you on the couch, watching TV with a hidden (yet obvious to him) sour expression.
Placing the brown bag on the kitchen counter, he unzips his signature, pale jacket and hangs it up before bringing the bag over to you.
"Ooh? What's in it?" You wondered, even though you looked straight in the bag anyway, your eyes immediately landing on the products and snacks. "What the– how'd you know?"
"I can just feel it. You were nearly out." He pursed his lips, like it should be obvious that he knows when your cycle starts and ends. Especially when irregular.
"Oh. Well, i appreciate it baby." You smile soflty and he does too.
Before you could say anything else he plopped off to the kitchen. Thats when you heard the tap running and the cabinet door open, you then saw the familiar glass of water and painkillers in his hands when he came back.
"You got any work at the shop today?" You asked–hopeful that he didn't so you could spend time with him–while gulping down the paracetamol with some water.
"Uh um." He shook his head, sitting next to your bundled up self on the couch.
You both sat in silence for a moment, which was a normal thing for you two. A relationship with Driver meant that peace was something that came naturally, even if you yourself wasn't quiet.
He didn't care if you were loud and liked rambling. After all, he loved listening to you. That also applies to your sex life.
Speaking of sex...
"I read that sexual intercourse during menstruation relieves period pain." He didn't look at you, just said it casually.
"It probably does.." You agreed, thinking he was just saying it, which he was, but it came with intentions.
You also didn't want to think about the mess that followed afterwards. You then turned your head to look at Driver, only then noticing his disappointed expression.
"Ohh.. you want to.." you realised. "But.. what about the mess? And I mean.. it's blood.. outa my body.." you were a little self concious of the thought of the act, despite it being with your favourite person.
Thats what you're concerned about? He thought to himself. "It's natural."
Well you couldn't deny that...
In truth you did want to be able to have sex with him, even if it was that time of the month. You loved having sex with him!
"You don't have to." Is he.. pouting!?
You swore you could see that slight grump in his look, he almost looked like a puppy being denied treats which honestly... sounds pretty accurate the more you dwell on it.
Finally caving, "Okay, but how would we do it?"
Driver didn't answer as he got up, picking you up by the waist and hoisting you over his shoulder which you both did and did not appreciate.
He was about to take you on a ride. Literally.
Once inside your shared bedroom, he closed the curtains before carefully placing you on the bed, disappearing into the bathroom to come out minutes later with a dark towel and a box of tissues.
Of course he was smart about this.
You could feel yourself aching already, just seeing him this eager.
Sharing a few heated kisses while he sat on the edge of the bed, he felt himself tent in his pants before he crawled onto the bed, having taken his shoes off.
God, he's so easy.
He pressed his lips against yours until he was aching in his jeans. He gently guided you to sit, placing the towel on the bed and lying on his back so you could take your place straddling his thighs. (Yes, the towel is under his butt, just incase)
It was like you belonged on top of him, because you did. He's yours.
"You sure about this, Love?" You had to make sure before doing anything.
Driver answered you by guiding your hand to the prominent bulge in his jeans, he grunted, relaxing his head against the pillows before his hands moved to help you remove your shorts.
The embarrassment washed over you like a flash flood when you had to remove your underwear.
He didn't care. He just wanted to feel you.
A brush of his fingers along your inner thigh caused you to instinctively spread wider on his lap. He lightly pressed the tips of his index and middle fingers against your needy clit.
You moaned faintly, hands grabbing at the air as you tried to keep upright. You were incredibly high on endorphins and incredibly sensitive.
He slowly slid his fingers through your wet folds, gathering all of what was there, spreading it, buttering you up before circling the bundle of nerves.
Muffled whimpers were trapped inside your mouth as you bit down on your bottom lip. That's when you felt his free hand reach up, thumb tugging at the same lip, opening your mouth.
"I like listening to you."
Christ, if you didn't know any better you could've came right then and there.
You just nodded, letting your hips buck against his hand slightly, moans now freely falling from your throat as he held your jaw open.
He watched in silent awe as blood and slick coated the tips of his fingers.
Driver didn't think seeing such would turn him on but it definitely did. You cried out as he slipped his middle finger inside you, not expecting the sudden fullness.
Soon enough he added his ring finger, pumping them into the sopping canal as you grinded your hips against his knuckles, your head tipping back just like your eyes.
His cock was throbbing in his pants listening to the wet squelching of your pussy as well as the way you sung out in pleasure.
Seeing you in such a state was all he needed.
His fingers curled against that spongy spot inside you, causing you to jerk against him, walls clenching when you cried out, your cunt desperate to suck his digits deep.
Your body was melting into his touch, addicted to the feeling–your heart could jump out of your chest with how fast it was beating.
"Aahh.. I'm gonna–" you didn't get change to finish as the hand gripping your jaw dragged you down, mashing your lips together as his fingers caressed that spot inside you.
It was like a firework went off within your body when you came, moaning on his tongue while your hips bucked against his fingers, riding out your orgasm.
Driver didn't stop until you started squirming, slowly pulling out his fingers.
Fuck.
His dick twitched in his jeans. Seeing his fingers coated in your juices and blood nearly got him there, but he knew when to resist.
"You alright?" He asked gently.
Using the tissue from earlier he cleaned between your legs as well as his fingers, yours and his skin was stained–but, he wasn't done with you yet.
You nodded, "Mh hm. I didn't think it could feel that good.." you were planning to collapse beside him, the adrenaline making you forget he hadn't came; you were used to him coming untouched.
So, when you heard the sound of his zipper you shivered, goosbumps dancing along your skin.
You dipped your head onto his shoulder, looking down between the two of your bodies, watching as he pulled his erection from the confines of the denim.
A hand slipped under the hem of his shirt, Driver's breath hitched as he felt your fingers brush against the short, light blonde hairs trailing along his abdomen.
He swallowed. Hard. Breathing ragged.
Noticing that your thighs were faintly trembling, he noted that–if not you yourself–your legs were probably tired from being on top for so long.
His hands found your hips and he carefully rolled you over so you were lying on your back, hair splayed against the pillows underneath your head.
Lord above, how can you look this fucking attractive?
You moan soflty when his dick lightly taps against your core, hips chasing it, feeling your body tingle all over. Orgasms truly did relieve pain, maybe you should do this more often.
Holding his shaft, he let it slip and slide between your folds, lathering it up with you.
Driver knew he'd need to be careful with what he does, not only for your sake but because if he didn't control himself he'd definitely spill his load all over you rather than inside you.
You whined as you watched him lube himself up with all of your excretions. "Please.." you pleaded, loving the glint in his eyes when you did as such.
Dragging his tip to your entrance, his hands slithered up your thighs, holding and folding your legs at the back of your knees, leaning forward with a moan as his cock sheathed itself inside you.
He pistoned his hips, watching the slow thrusts as his cock began to get painted a dark red, it wasn't exactly pretty, not to the normal person–no.
To him? It was fucking breathtaking.
It was as if he had figured out how to be closer to you than ever. If anything, he has, he was thrusting away the pain that came with menstruation and turning it into immense pleasure.
He could tell it was good by the way you moaned loudly, crying out as the sound of skin slapping against one another vocalised in the bedroom.
"Nnh.. Ohhh- hmh–!" A hand came up to cover your mouth, containing the sounds of pleasure into the palm of his hand.
As much as he loved hearing you, he didn't want you to alert the whole world of what he was doing.
That action just made your walls even more slippery around him, and your reaction just made his dick pulse inside you, his pace increasing just a tad; a smirk made its way to his face, small, but still hot.
You whined into his palm as he squeezed your face, watching his expression. Driver was hitting all of the right spots; all spots sensitive and tender from your cycle.
As you focused on the sound of his hitched breath and low grunts you felt that familiar bubbling heat within you spill over.
With one final drive of his hips, he couldn't contain the whimper that left his throat, your sopping cunt clutching at his cock like a vice as you climaxed, crying into his hand.
Driver easily followed you right after, finally allowing himself that release he had been holding in his balls since he started kissing you–he replaced his hand with his mouth as he spilled into you, arms pulling you as close as possible.
Your breath mingled with his as you came down from that high, bliss overwhelming your senses and you practically passed out against the pillows.
You didn't want to even think about how messy it might be.
In fact, you didn't have to worry about that, Driver was already on the move to get you cleaned up. You knew he had a short recovery period, which is ironic considering how quickly he orgasms when not holding it.
Driver cleaned you with a warm, damp washcloth, sure to be gentle with you especially between your folds. You were thankful for the choice of the dark towel underneath because it ensured the sheets wouldn't be stained.
Once both clean he helped you into the shower–having taken all of your previous clothes off to wash them–and for the first half he changed the bedsheets for the pair of you before stepping in with you.
"Are you okay?" You heard his voice behind you, soft.
"Mhm. That was really good. Thank you.. we.. should do that more often." You smiled and he returned it, the shower spraying against yours and his skin.
You've never felt as close to him as you do now.
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Extra notes: i am lowkey not going to apologise if driver is not the way people want him to be as this is how I perceive him... also I had nightcall on repeat while proof reading this.
kissing him silly and moaning in his mouth, and then you’ve got a gun to his stomach and are asking him for info
He whines against your mouth
“Baby/Sweetheart, you’re killin’ me”
“Not yet cowboy. Tell me what I need to know and I’ll give you everything you want…” you dig the gun deeper “and more”
He folds and it’s the hottest sex ever. Holly is at Jessica’s house or something. Next day he comes to Healy’s covered in hickies and he’s like “…..so…I’ve got some good news and bad news”
anon your mind is incredible. 18+, gn!reader x Holland March.
Healy pinches the bridge of his nose. He does that a lot ever since he started working with Holland March. So often, in fact, that Holland is sure he can see little divots forming where the tips of his fingers come to lie.
“So you let them get away?”
“I didn’t let them,” Holland protests. Healy looks him up at down, eyes fixated on the collar of bruises Holland now sports where you bit your smile into the skin of his neck over and over.
"What happened then, go on."
"So, I got past security like it was nothing..."
"Sure."
A lie Healy does not believe. Holland hadn't convined the burly men on the door to let him through when he inisisted he was on the guest list for the exclusive club, so he had to climb through an open window at the back. If anyone sees it he'll pretend the bruise on his hip came from you, and not because he's getting kinda too old to be climbing up drainpipes any more.
"I picked the lock to get into the office."
Closer to the truth, but still not quite. It was unlocked, which is kind of the same thing.
"And then..."
And then.
And then he was rifling through papers in drawers, cursing the fact that he hadn't written down the specific file he was looking for, and suddenly there was a gun pressed into the small of his back and he was semi-hard (something he will have to examine about himself in depth in the future). Lips at his ear, a whispered grin as you spoke.
"Holland March? Your illustration doesn't do you justice."
Your voice sent an electric current down his spine. He could practically feel the shape of your cupid's bow at his helix.
He said your name with a whispered reluctance, and you confirmed his guess with a laugh. He was able to crane his neck just enough to get a glimpse at you and saw that the ad you'd taken out in the paper did do you justice: all mysterious eyes and paisley scarf tied around your neck.
"Any chance you wanna work together on this? You seem like a reasonable person, a professional," he tried, but there was that laugh again, and your gun dug deeper, and his cock got stiffer.
"Nice try, cowboy. Hand 'em over."
He passed the files back to you with a groan, and you tucked them away someplace he didn't get to notice.
He thought that would be it. But then the barrel of your gun started, well, for want of a better term, caressing him, and he knew in that moment he'd do whatever you wanted him to.
"Sweetheart, you're killing me..."
"Not yet I'm not, handsome."
And then, well, then he'd fucked you over the desk.
He knows his eyes go glassy in front of Healy as he recalls the warmth of you, the way he slipped so easily inside as he covered your body with his. You'd bent over the very desk you were both casing, allowing his chest to press against your back so you could feel the muscles in his stomach work as he rutted against you... but you'd held his tie in a vice-grip, like it was a fucking leash, controlling his every movement...
When you told him to bark like a dog when he came he had, much to both his shame and absolute ecstasy.
"So you lost the files and jizzed all over the scene," Healy sighs.
"That's about the size of it."
Healy grabs his coat.
"Where are we going?" asks Holland, because it is, it's always we, never just Jackson or Holland nowadays.
"We're going to your fuck buddy's office to take them back."
At that thought of running into you again, Holland has to hide the actual skip in his step.
you go through Ken’s browsing history and are surprised at what you find. 18+, Ken x gn!reader.
“I’m going for a run!” Ken shouts as he does his stretches at the front door. He’s in a bright pink tracksuit, far too warm for the climate outside, but he insisted he had to complete ‘the look’.
“Okay, honey. Are you wearing sunscreen?”
You hear an ‘oop’, the sound of a bottle being opened, and a wet slap as he applies it liberally.
“Uh, okay, now I’m going for a run! I’ll get you a coffee on the way back!”
“You’re a doll. I mean— well, you know what I mean,” you say as he heads out the front door.
It’s been… cute, living with Ken. After adjusting to the whole “hey I’m your childhood toy come to life and now I’m in love with you” thing, anyway. He’d do literally anything for you and that sort of dogged devotion takes some getting used to. In fact, you kinda miss him when he steps out now. Maybe you’re falling into folie a deux or whatever they call it. Folie a doll, perhaps.
You’re not dating… but you’re not not dating. It’s hard to explain.
Then you realise he’s left the laptop open.
It’s your laptop, really, but you’re mostly on your work one so he gets free rein of it. Curiosity suddenly overwhelms you. Is it bad etiquette to snoop on his browsing history? Maybe, but once again: it’s your laptop. You wanna see what your literal boy toy gets up to when you’re at work.
You sit at the table where it’s been abandoned and open up the history tab. At first it’s just the same stuff you’ve seen him looking at as you pass by every day: men’s fashion, horse compilation tiktoks, part time job vacancies involving horses…
sexy videos
That one makes you pause. Sexy videos, huh? So far Ken has been pretty, well, well-behaved about his physical needs, but you assume as he makes the transition from plastic to human that he must be having them.
Maybe you wouldn’t mind if he talked to you about that. Maybe you wouldn’t mind giving him a hand.
The search term took him to your favourite porn site, of course, and it looks like he spent some time there.
kissing
Only a guy like Ken would go on a porn site to look up kissing. You snort your amusement and keep scrolling.
couples kissing
kissing first time
loving couple
real loving couple
You feel your face soften into a smile. Oh. Of course that would be the kind of stuff he’d be into. All of his attempts at romance so far have been exceptionally traditional: bouquets of roses and candle-lit baths drawn ready when you get home from work. Unprompted massages. He wrote you a love letter once, and even though his spelling wasn’t the best, you still keep it in your bedside drawer with your other precious tchotchkes.
Tender sex couple love
“I love you” sex video
Seems like he found a couple he was into. You click on them and they’re both pretty long and intense, in a sweet way. Amateur stuff but there’s a lot of gazing into each other’s eyes and whispered affections. It’s cute. From the runtime bar at the bottom of the video, it looks like he sat through the whole of them.
submissive man praise
Your eyebrows skyrocket. That’s a turn. You didn’t know he knew that word.
blond submissive man praise
bleach blond submissive man praise
You can imagine him getting more frustrated as he tried to narrow down his search and can’t hide a grin. Looks like he got lucky with the results as there are many videos matching his descriptor on this particular site. He’s watched quite a few of them, too. Men who look uncannily like him on their knees as their dominant tells them how good they are at giving oral. You feel your cheeks get hot as you imagine doing that with him.
Does he want you to do that with him?
You’re so caught up in the scene before you that you don’t hear him open the door again.
“Forgot my water b—“
“Oh, yeah, baby boy, you’re doing so well…”
He freezes. You freeze. The people on the screen don’t freeze, and the man keeps sticking his tongue in his partner’s hole, much to their delight.
“My secret sexy videos,” whispers Ken in horror. When you aren’t angry, he doesn’t know how to react. So he just stands there.
Summary: you decided to buy a dress for a date with your boyfriend. The only thing is–you've never wore a dress around him before.
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Tags: Smut!!! p in v sex, porn without plot unless you read part one, oral sex (f receiving) mentioned, fem reader, afab reader, creampie, protected or unprotected (up to readers interp,) many kisses, no use of y/n, also reader teases ryland quite a bit.
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Mina's notes: I don't have many notes for this other than I hope you enjoy!! I didn't really proof read that well as I want it posted and i wrote it at like 6:30AM. If you have any questions, thoughts or requests my asks are always open! (I am deeply sorry if this is fast paced)
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The ride home was... intense.
If you're going to be honest, you had tried to tease him, a hand snaking up his thigh, instead he just held your hand on your knee, fingers linked together. He was not about to have you tease him.
Not when he was about to devour you in that dress.
And that's exactly what Ryland did. Without removing the dress of course, he had you on your back on your shared bed, hands keeping the dress bunched up just enough to reveal your tender belly.
He was addicted to the way the fabric was tight around your chest and even so, the straps slipped down your shoulders just a tad.
It didn't take him long to make you cry out as you reached that climax, the heat shared between you had been sizzling all evening and you wanted–no, you needed him.
While he cleaned you with small kitten licks you tugged his head away from your core, plucking off his glasses. You didn't want them to risk breaking them.
"I need you, Ry. Please.."
"You–" he groaned. "Holy moly."
He shuffles onto his knees, giving you a once over as he tugged the dress back down to cover you. He could've came at the sight of you alone.
The way the colour complimented your skin tone, the way it fit your frame perfectly.
"Ryland? You're staring again." There was that smug smile that basically killed him.
"Baby, I can't help it.. you're perfect." A hand found your cheek and a kiss was placed upon your lips.
Rolling over so he was on his back, you took your time unbuttoning his blouse. Okay, maybe you were trying to tease him a little.
"Honey, please.." He tried. He desperately tried to look away from your cleavage which you were practically flaunting in his face.
"Whatt? M'not doing anything.." You grinned, allowing him to shrug his shirt off, a hand trailing down his chest, then his stomach, leading to the very visible tent in his pants.
Two pairs of hands gripped your hips over the thin dress, lifting it just enough.
A stuttered whimper slips from your lips when Ryland tugs your hips down, his clothed erection pressing against your naked heat, a feeling that would make your brain explode if you didn't do something about it.
You unbuckled his belt, unzipped his jeans–as if you had no time to waste–splayed your hand against his crotch briefly which elicited a frustrated groan from your boyfriend.
And before you both knew it you were hovering right over his throbbing cock, dress lifted only so you could watch yourself sink down onto him.
Ryland moaned as he felt your walls around him, warm and perfectly wet, allowing him to slide in almost too easily.
No movement was made until you were filled to the brim.
Your face fell between the crook of his neck and shoulder. "Ryland.." You whined, grinding your hips to feel his tip kiss your cervix, your hands gripped tight onto the pillow beneath his head.
"Baby.. f– Mmh. You feel so good." His gentle hold on your hips helped to guide you, but only as much as you needed before you started setting the pace.
You trailed kisses along his trimmed jaw until you moaned into eachothers mouth, biting at his bottom lip when you slowly started lifting your hips. Once you felt it was just the head within you, you sank back down.
You began riding him at a sultry pace, lips locked together, sharing sounds that could definitely earn a complaint from a neighbour if you didn't play it safe.
Ryland's hands slipped to your thick waist, pulling you into an arch against him that made his hips buck up into you.
"Ahh! Ryland!" "Nh– fudgecake! I'm sorry! I didn't.. mean to.." He panted, his hips still twitching despite his apology.
You giggled at his exclamation, his "apology" only making you rock your hips faster.
Hands roamed all over the open back of your dress, feeling the flushed skin there.
The fact you were riding him while still wearing this amazing dress, your chest pushing against his bare one, made him ache unbearably.
Your lips mashed together as much as possible, not wanting to part until you both were utterly breathless.
He tried. He really tried. He just couldn't keep his hips completely still. So with weak motions, he fucked up into and met your hips everytime you bounced down.
"I-I can't.. you look so– too good. Feels so good.." He was lost in the pleasure like it was a labyrinth.
You kissed a wet kiss to his lips. "You gonna cum, Ry..? Because I-I am too.."
Two separate hands found eachother, lacing together as you both chased that high desperately and extremely eagerly. You don't think theres ever been a time hes held your hand this tight before.
This dress really had an affect on him. You could see the way his eyes darted between your tit's and quickly back your face.
And with some final vows, "I love you– I love you so much!" "Ngh– me too Ryland!"
His spend clashed with your release after a final grind of your hips, united with his own, spilling into while you painted him.
To say you both passed out would be the understatement of the year.
But not after cleaning eachother up, putting the dress in the wash just incase–Ryland didn't want it to be ruined–changing the sheets, putting on some fresh Pjs, and then holding eachother within the confined sheets of your shared bed.
"So, you really love that dress, Hm?" It was almost a tease, but you were happy about it.
Wearing a dress had never felt so euphoric until now.
"Mhm. It's so pretty on you. Never feel ashamed of your body if it can make me that hard–"
"Okay– it's bed time." You laughed softly, reaching over to turn the lamp off.
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Extra notes: thank you so much for the love on the first part of this fic 🫶🫶
