#colt rambles

[johnnyspup]

cw: prison setting, masc terms for reader, 18+

imagine sharing a cell with inmate ghost.. the guards shoving you into a cramped concrete tell. a tiny window, two bunks, a little desk. It doesn’t take much brain power to figure out this huge, hulking man is someone of status inside here. His aura is anything but friendly or open. Standoffish. Honey brown eyes pierce you. It feels like stepping into a bear’s den.

Inmate ghost who lounges about without a care. Thick thighs spread, blonde lashes downcast as he reads some worn, paperback book. It gives you an opportunity to trace the scars across his face. Not without consequence. “Wot you lookin’ at, newbie.” Is this the first you hear the large man say. His voice isn’t harsh, but it isn’t soft. He’s got a Mancunian accent. A nice voice really. Something about him makes you twitch.

Mmmmm inmate ghost who’s top of the hierarchy inside of there. You get a sort of veto being his cellmate. No one wants to mess with HIS cellmate. Thats the thing. They assume you’re his, coming at you comes with risks. No one wants to piss off that man. He catches on verrry quickly, figures he could use it to his advantage.

Which is how you end up on all fours on his bunk. Stretched around him. He’s biiiiig in all the right places. You’d caught a glimpse or two when’d he use the toilet. His hips rock in a methodical way. Calculated. Hitting you right where he knows you most want it. Need it. Hell, you both needed this. He’d been long starved of touch. A release. Pretty looking things like you were hard to find inside these harsh walls.

“That’s it,” He grunt, his big hands tightening, sure tk leave handprints. “Keep givin’ me this, yeah..? I’ll make sure none of these pricks touch you, sweet thing.” A hint of possessiveness under his breath as he drew closer.

No one touches you or harms you and he has a pretty thing to keep him company. It’s a good deal for both sides. Plus his dick hits allll the right places.. yummerss. Calls you ‘pretty boy’ openly, lets everyone know you’re his.

[agentcoltslaw]

I wake up at 4am to turn on my Xbox to see this

[watcher-bones]

Hullo! I bring Leshy rambles today!

According to Defying Fate Au! (Aka lore!)

Leshy was quite literally a baby infant when he got the crown. Baby Leshy was taken care of by the green crown before Kallamar found him.

Leshy, much like Ceali, talks to his crown. Aware that it's sentient. (Note: The green crown is essentially like Morph from Treasure planet)

Leshy is very prone to night terrors. Though these night terrors were vivid premonitions, he came to learn later as these terrors came to pass. (One of these terrors was the day the bishops betrayed Narinder. Leshy was approximately 6 when the dream occurred. Leshy thought Narinder was dead and quite literally jumped the cat that night to make sure his brother still breathed. Narinder was stuck for a few months with a terrified worm child in his bed. )

Leshy was actually the only sibling to not like Shamura. Looking up to mainly Narinder and Heket. The main reason was that the older bishop was too strict and rarely genuine with any sibling. It often made him on edge as if one wrong move would provoke the spider.

Fond of pranks, Kallamar often became a target for Leshys mischief. One too many times, Leshy made the poor squid ink himself.

First time meeting Theo (yellow cat), Leshy accidentally thought it was his brother. It led to a scuffle that was broken up by Ceali. Leshy never apologized for this, merely told Theo to change his smell.

When upset, Leshy burrows in the dirt. Only coming up to bite those who get too close. Theo was the only one to get him out, much to all the siblings' surprise.

Leshy is percisely 1 inch taller than Narinder. Yes, he does hold this over the cats head.

After losing his crown and being indoctrinated. Leshy is found sulking near where the green crown was set. Often mummbling, "cmon at least let me know you alive buddy.... I get it, I lost your favor... but... like you're not dead right?"

Theo once died on Leshy, a mission gone wrong. Leshy was beyond panicked and hounded Ceali to fix it. (This was prior to realizing he liked said cat. His excuse is that he needs a rematch with the furball)

Aside from burrowing in the dirt, leshy can also stick to walls and ceilings.

Leshy can't eat cheese. He is lactose intolerant. He will still eat it, and proceed to complain about it.

His tail once cuaght fire and he didn't notice till someone screamed.

Is prone to repeating random 'cool' sounds he hears. Got good at mimicking birds.

The exploding fish in Kallamars domain was his idea that Kallamar actually found to be genius. Even if Leshy was looking at it as a "it looks so cool" entertainment.

He hates sitting still and often needs to keep moving/busy. There are very rare moments he will sit still and watch. (Aka Theo laid on him, and now he must not move)

Little Leshy had a bell tied to his tail for Kallamars sanity. (Didn't always work)

[johnnyspup]

ohh older boyfriend price,, his chest rumbling with a soft, surprised laugh as he raises a thick eyebrow at you. His amusement rising by the second at your curious plea to try a puff of his cigar. His scarred, thick hand tapped it lightly, ridding of the ash. “Alright, sweet thing. C’mere.” He’d grunt, patting his thigh.

Blue eyes fixed on your lips, watching them wrap around the cigar. “There, dont inhale it. Jus’ let it sit in ya mouth, love.” He’d murmur lowly. HmmmmKissing him and being able to taste the nicotine in his mouth.(drools)

He is definitely the type to light your cigarettes for you, if you smoke. The moment the filtered end is between your lips he’s already flicked his lighter open. Only the very best for his darling!!! Oughhh, hes so sweet i know it. He’d definitely use his money to buy expensive cigarettes if you’re a smoker.

I post this while trying to quit smoking mhmmm.

[johnnyspup]

cw: 18+, can be read as fem or masc,, final paragraph is masc directed however, bit of feminisation. mmm Kyle, i dont know if i like this,, cant figure out how to voice all my ideas.

Thinking about smart, cocky uni roommate Kyle. The type to encourage you to complete your coursework by digging his hands down the front of your trousers. Precise, coordinated strokes as he leans over your shoulder. Assessing your work with a low hum. “Hm, smarter than you look,” his teasing tone making your stomach tight.

OhhhhHe’s definitely just good at everything that its infuriating. Imagine being desperate as fuck. This essay was a HUGE chunk of your grade. You couldn’t figure it out for the life of you. He’d propose an exchange. “How about.. I’ll take care of that essay, yeah? and you pay me back another way?” He’d offer, not even trying to be subtle.

You may have found him annoying, his perfect face, the way he’d sling a thick arm around your neck during drinks at the pub. But theres nooo dying it’s a win-win situation for you. You get a good grade and good dick.

He fucks you on your back, pressing your thighs to your chest. That pretty, cocky grin on his face. He’s a tease about the whole situation. Slowing down just before you’re close, “Thank me, for the grade.” He’d grin down at you while his hips move achingly slow.

Mmm mean, uni roommate gaz with a masc roommate. Definitely compares sizes, gloating that he’s bigger. His firm hand grasping you both. Definitely fucks you into your shared sofa. “Should make you my girl,” he’d taunt with an amused smile, lightly flicking your cock, revelling in the way you clench around him.

[johnnyspup]

cw: ++18

making out with johnny, simon’s cock between the both of youOhh yeah. Alternating between his heavy balls and his glistening tip. The older man making nasty comments on how desperate the two of you are acting. “Filthy things, look ‘t you both.” He’d grunt, his mask rolled above his nose. Scarred jaw clenching. His thick hands flexing as they grasp at Johnnys’ and your hair. Oeugghh. cums on both your faces and watches you lap at each other’s faces like a couple of desperate dogs. PRIIIINT.

[johnnyspup]

cw: nsfw, alcohol/intox play??,,

OKK. Thinking about older boyfriend price again!! He’d definitely share his expensive whiskey with you. Well, he’d take a sip from his tumbler, before pressing his lips to yours. The amber liquid spilling into your mouth. “There you go..’s good, hm?” He’d rumble against your lips as he pulled away. Oohuhhh Mmmmm.. older boyfriend price pouring whiskey into your mouth every so often while he ruts into you. Or instead, dip his thumb into the glass. Letting you suck around the digit. It’s smooth, goes down easier than any of that cheap whiskey you’ve had before. Your minds mush, pliant for him, gripping him in just the way he loves.

[johnnyspup]

rugby player johnny is eating my brain alive. big, hulking arms that manhandle you after he’s done practicing. he is SO the type to scruff you by your neck playfully, shoving your face into his armpit. the squirming is a façade, he knows you enjoy his scent. Stupid mohawk dark with sweat, strands sticking to his forehead. Shit eating grin plastered across his pretty face as he moves his arm around your shoulder. Being able to feel his muscles subtly flex. “Good game, aye?” he’d drawl out, still breathless.

Oh mama!!! Imagine being rugby player johnny’s teammate. drooling.. he is DEFINITELY taking every opportunity to smack a hand across your ass, or if he’s lucky, cop a longer feel. No one bats an eye in the changing room, assumes it is just that brotherly banter between two teammates. The team didn’t catch his piercing blue eyes tracing over your body in the showers. Ouughhh, the need to have his thick hands grabbing at every part of you. Please lord ive seen what youve done for others!!!!

Imagine being a fellow player, yet you’re on a different team than rugby player johnny. Maybe you two knew each other some way. Maybe former teams together. Placing bets with each other in secret before both your teams play against each other. It had become a ritual. Whose ever team had won the match got to fuck the loser, who wore the winner’s team’s shirt. Oh lord!!! Wearing Johnny’s jersey. MACTAVISH stamped on the back. Back arched as a gleeful Johnny’s hips moved enthusiastically. A cocky smirk across his flushed face. “Think we’ve got ourselves a winner, yeah?” he’d ask rhetorically, punctuating his words with deep thrusts, angled directly where he knew he’d be making you scream.