#colin shea x female reader

[imyourbratzdoll]

How about reader and Colin watching world cup or some sport games

And when one player who reader support lifts his shirt and reader was like 🫠🫠🫠🤤🤤🤤

I really adore a lit jealous Colin and maybe smut in the end 🤤🤤🤤

As for bear Ari, how do they through the winter together?

hey honey, I'm sorry for the poorly written smut, but I hope you enjoy it! also, I think bear Ari would get through the winter well with his little fairy.

summary - colin gets jealous by how you stare at some other guy.

warning - smut, jealousy.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

Colin didn’t like this. He didn’t like this at all. He thought you might sit to watch some random sports channel with him, get bored, and beg him for cuddles. But no, here you are, mouth agape as you stare at the shirtless athlete. His eyes squint as he swears there’s drool dripping from the side of your mouth. Colin huffs, “What do you even see in that guy? His abs aren’t even that impressive.” 

You blink, a pout growing on your lips as you turn your head to look at him. “What do you mean?” You turn your attention back to the tv and gawk at the handsome man, licking your lips as your eyes drag down his chiselled sweaty body. “He’s like… A god… So, perfect… So beautiful, I mean… Have you ever seen someone with a body like that?” You miss the growl that escapes him, a darkened look in his eyes, not noticing him moving slowly closer to you. 

Colin couldn’t take it anymore. He could feel his heart squeezing inside his chest at the thought of you finding another man more attractive than him. The green monster enters his body, making him only see green as you continue to ogle another man. You gasp as Colin grips the back of your neck and turns your head to face him. Your widened eyes meet his lust-filled ones, and a soft whimper escapes you as he crashes his lips into yours. He pushes you down onto the couch, climbing on top of you and pressing his lips harder into you, slipping his tongue inside your mouth. “You’re mine.”

You whimper as he grinds his bulge into your sopping cunt. His lips move against yours as if they're dancing, his tongue dominating yours before he disconnects, pulling away to watch the string of saliva break, and he buries his face into your neck, licking, sucking and biting on it. Colin feels his cock throb from the little whimpers that slip from your lips, and your nails dig into his back as he presses himself harder against you, grunting at the feeling of your damp knickers. “C–Colin… F–feels good, please….” You whine, hand moving up his back and to his hair, running your hands through the silky strands as your back arches. 

His lips crash into yours again, hips moving faster against you, and one hand grips your hips while the other cups your cheek. His end approaches quickly, grunts and groans filling the room as rubbing against you feels too good. Your little legs wrap around him, hips moving to chase his movements, your eyes slip close as you fall deeper into his kiss and the bliss of pleasure coming from your core. “You going to cum, baby? Gonna cum in your little knickers, hmm? Gonna cum just from me rubbing against you, such a naughty slut.” You moan, and your eyes roll back as you feel your juices gush out of you, turning red with embarrassment. Colin grunts, looking down to see the wet patch on the front of his undies, feeling his cock twitch. “Jesus, baby. Gonna make me cum like a goddamn teenager.” His pace picks up more, grinding harder into you until he feels thick spurts of cum shoot out of his tip and fill his boxers. 

You whine, shivering with pleasure as you watch him cum, biting your lip as you stare at the panting man with half-lidded eyes. Colin’s eyes open, catching yours before smirking. “Think you’ll be watching another man now?” You nod, and he looks at you, shocked.

“If it makes you react like this, I’ll continue to do it.” You giggle.

“Why, you little–” He cuts off as he tickles you, smiling down at you as you burst out into laughter, begging him to stop.

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[cottagecheese1]

Unhinged worlds 1

summary: A few years after your father died, your mother marries a new man, to you having a new family meant new begging's, but what happens when your new begging comes spiraling apart just because of the people that made them.

paring: dark stepdad Andy Barber x reader x dark dbf Lloyd Hansen x reader x dark stepbrother Johnny storm x reader x dark bbf Colin Shea.

warnings- (DDLG undertones) stepcest, Johnny is NOT Andy's biological father, he is the adopted son. smut, do not engage if you are uncomfortable with any of the following, spanking, blackmail, p in v, edging, thigh riding, oral, fingering.

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"Mom, you know I've never met this man before, right?", you said with a slightly worried tone, your mother gives you an exasperated sigh and walked her way over to you, gripping your shoulders.

"Honey please, I just got married, I don't understand why you can't be happy for me this once.", you wrapped your arms around her neck and hugged your mother, she was right, you needed to see the best in this situation right now.

"I'm sorry mom, I am happy for you, it's just a lot to adjust to right now.", You gave your mother a slight smile and pulled away from her.

She gave you a smile back and responded, "oh I think you'll be okay; he has a son around your age, he's adopted but I think you two would like each other."

The smile on your face widened a little bit, your mouth opened once again to speak, but came to an abrupt stop as you saw an unfamiliar man stand behind your mother and give her a slight peck on the head.

Your mother giggled slightly and stepped back to stand by the man, "Honey, this is Andy, Andy this is my daughter.", your mother said as she spilled out your name back to the man beside her.

Andy unwrapped his arm around your mother's shoulder, and walked towards you, opening his arms forward to embrace you in a hug. This caught you off guard because for someone you just met, he seemed to be a little too touchy with you, but you thought nothing more of it, thinking it might just be the way your new stepfather expresses his feelings.

"It is so nice to finally meet you sweetie, I've heard so much about you." Andy said with a wide grin on his face, as he held you a little too tight for your own comfort.

As Andy was speaking to you, nodding your head once in a while at his banter. You heard a voice faintly behind Andy come closer.

"Dad, when will you let Colin come over, I'm fucking dying too actually-who is that?", you looked to see a younger guy with a buzzcut, and light blue eyes come out from behind Andy to get another good look at you.

Andy took a deep breath and gave a slight glare to the boy who shoved past him to you "Johnny, this is-", Andy was quickly stopped in the middle of his introduction when Johnny decided to introduce himself to you first.

"I'm Johnny, Johnny Storm, but you can call me whatever you like sweets", Johnny said with a smug grin as he took a step closer to you, and you instinctively took a step back from the muscular man, mumbling out an "okay.." and you adverted your gaze down to your feet.

It seemed a little rude once you actually processed what you just said, making yourself seem passive and unwelcoming, but for some reason you just felt shy around both of these new men, men that are now a part of your family, men that you are now permanently living with.

Johnny chuckled and continued to try to keep the conversation alive, even though his father stood sternly right behind him. Andy quickly shut down his next spill of flirtatious chatter when he saw how visibly uncomfortable you looked.

"Johnny, this is your new stepsister, don't be disrespectful.", Andy said with a warning, but Johnny just nodded and shrugged him off, giving you a playful wink and walking away with a slight skip, boosting himself over the curve of the driveway.

"Sorry about him, he just never runs out of energy ya know?" Andy says with a slight chuckle at the end. You smiled slightly and gave him a nod of reassurance.

"It's perfectly fine, doesn't bother me." You said quietly before adverting your gaze from him once again.

"Well, if he does, just come tell me and I'll go talk to him, I'd hate it if you felt uncomfortable in any way." Andy said with a slightly sympathetic look on his face.

Your mother took an earful of this moment, and decided to express her love for it "Oh Andy, you're too sweet, we both appreciate whatever you do for us."

Andy smiled brightly, still keeping his eyes glued to you, "Just doing what anyone would do" he responded.

💼

After a long day of moving boxes and making conversation, your social battery seemed to run out completely, wanting nothing more than to lay in bed and finally relax. Except it was only 3 in the afternoon.

With a lot of procrastination, you finally got out of bed and decided to dig through the fridge to find something to drink, making your way to the kitchen, until you heard a knock at the front door.

Thats weird? You weren't expecting anyone, maybe it's just one of those people who give out pamphlets about polar bears for no reason.

Making your way over to the door hesitantly, deciding if you really want to stand in the doorway and talk about how you can stop global warming for 30 minutes, but there also was a chance that it was actually somebody important.

Twisting the knob and opening the door to find a decently attractive man who looked to be around Johnny's age standing patiently. He twisted his head towards you and raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Well, you're not Johnny." the man said with a slight smile on his face, and you nodded in agreement before responding.

"Um, if you're here for him, I guess you can come in." you responded as you took a step back to let him enter. He chuckled, walking past you to stand next to you as the door shut.

"Thanks sweetheart, I don't think I've met you before, I'm sure I would've remembered a cutie like you", he said playfully as your cheeks heat up slightly at the sudden comment.

"I-um, no we haven't met before, I think Johnny is in his room." You responded quickly before trying to walk away.

"Wait, hold on, I didn't get your name." the man said as he chased after you slightly, and you mumbled out your name slightly, waiting for him to reciprocate the action.

"Oh right, I'm Colin." You nodded once again.

"Nice to meet you, Colin.", deciding to try and end the conversation here so you could continue scavenging for a drink.

"Ok, ok, I can get a hint, I'll see you around sweetheart." He said as he gave you a wink before walking away.

What was weird about that is he kind of acts the same way Johnny does, but maybe that's why they're friends, of course people like other people that are similar to them, you felt stupid once you actually thought about it.

💼

Once you made your way into the kitchen, finally getting one step closer to what you wanted, except Andy was also in the kitchen leaning on the kitchen counter nursing a beer that he put down almost immediately at your presence.

"Honey, you scared me, did you need something?" He said and let out a sigh of relief that it was just you.

"I came to get a drink." You responded simply, just like the rest of you, Boring and simple.

"Of course..but could I talk to you about something honey, I just want to make sure there's no tension between us." He said softly, pushing himself off of the counter and towards you.

You gave Andy a nod of reassurance to continue, settling for a bottle of water as you sat down on the bar stool, right across where Andy was standing.

"I know your shy sweetie, but I want to let you know that you can tell me anything, your mother told me about your father, and I think it's important that you have a man in your life, someone that can take care of you honey, all of your wants and needs." Andy said softly, walking around the counter to stand behind you.

Your eyes widened as he rubbed circles on your back, your mother hasn't mentioned your father in years to you. She knows it's a sensitive subject for you to talk about, you doubt that your mother wouldn't have mentioned that to Andy.

"I-um-I don't really like to talk about my dad." you said with a slight tremble in your voice as you felt your throat get tighter, and your eyes get glassy with tears.

Your father died when you were only 9 but it felt like yesterday to you. Of course, you miss him, but you would rather not talk about it then mourn him every day.

Andy saw your eyes start to water, and your muscles start to tense. He just cooed at you lovingly, his hand moved off your back and moved directly behind you to wrap his arms around your shoulders.

"Oh sweetie, I know it's hard to talk about your feelings, but I want you to trust me, so I can be a good daddy and take care of you, don't you want that?" Andy said quietly while resting his chin on your shoulder.

Lost for words was one thing, you felt dumb, talking to you like a child, but deep down you found it strangely comforting. Andy walked back in front of you and grabbed your chin, tilting your head up softly with his fingers.

"You're my special little girl, I want you to know that honey." Andy added, while stroking your face like it was the most delicate thing in the world.

Trying to avoid eye contact with him was hard because than you couldn't help but feel tears run down your cheeks, maybe you did feel like Andy actually cared about you.

Andy suddenly pulled you closer to his chest while shushing you, pecking the top of your head once in a while. Hearing a faint noise of chatter coming closer to you made your head perk up with warning, you didn't want to anybody to see you cry today, especially over something you should've got over years ago.

"Hey dad I-what happened?" Johnny said as he skipped in the kitchen nosily, Colin standing right beside him, watching the scene unfold in front of him.

Looking from Andy's chest in embarrassment, watching the three men surrounding you, well mostly two in concern. This made more anxiety pump up in your chest and suddenly you darted down the hallway to your bedroom, where you should have stayed all along.

Ignoring the faint calls for your name and shutting the door behind you. Locking it and sliding down against your wall, finally letting all the sobs you've been keeping in until now. Great, now you won't hear the end of it tomorrow. Maybe a new family wasn't such a great idea after all.

A/n: It's been a minute since I posted ya'll, but I also just had a random urge to write a series with four hot men in it. Part two will be coming soon!

[callalillywrites]

I got the chance to see The Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare (and then bought a physical copy because I loved it).

When this scene came on, Marjorie's just so damn gorgeous in that green Cleopatra dress. She lit something within my muse.

I couldn't help thinking about how my Alphas would react to their readers if they came out sporting this dress.

Let's explore, shall we?

These are all set in my It Takes All Packs to Make It Work verse.

Alpha!Jake (and Beta!Steve) would absolutely be tackling Angel if she came out of their room with this as her Halloween costume. Her every wish is their command at this point. She may or may not get the chance to show it or the matching costumes (Caesar & Marc Antony) she got for her guys that night.

Alpha!Bucky would probably drop to his knees at the sight of Precious in this dress. It's not her usual style as she prefers something a bit less revealing yet feminine. Something more like this Goddess costume that she wore their first Halloween together. He'll definitely be possessive and protective all night long.

Not yet here but are coming soon...

Alpha!Frank will know his reader is up to something as she's always looking for ways to keep him on his toes (and make him fall even harder for her).

Alpha!Curtis, our smitten kitten, will absolutely adore his reader in this. It's not because she's not drop dead gorgeous in his eyes because she absolutely is. It's because he's so damn proud of her and how she's coming out of her shell after the rough times she's had with her last alpha. (She's sadly going to have it worse than Bucky's Precious.)

Alpha!Ari will be glaring at everyone who dares look at his reader. He made a promise to an old friend, and he's not about to break it by letting anything happen to her.

Alpha!Colin would be glued to his reader the whole night and trying to show her how much he can and is willing to change his playboy habits.

Alpha!Dennis Baker would just be proud to be on the arm of such a beautiful reader whose attention is on him and him alone.

Alpha!Sam Wilson would be flirting like crazy even though he's long since claimed his beautiful Omega.

And we can't forget our precious Betas...

Beta!Ransom & Beta!Nick are happy to show off their gorgeous Alpha as she's absolutely stunning in their eyes. Sure, Ransom might be harboring some (read: a lot) of jealousy as others try to claim her attention from them, but Nick's had a lot of practice with this and soothes Ransom, assuring him of their Alpha's love and devotion to them.

Not in the universe, but I've been craving an Alpha!Steve of my own.

So, for him, he would be a mixture, I think, of several alphas above. Proud to have his reader on his arm, absolutely glaring at others who dare look at his reader, and just all around flirting with her, especially after they've been together a little while and have long since established their bond.

[krirebr]

I Know I Should Know Better 4

Pairing: Curtis Everett x Female Reader, references to past Colin Shea x Female Reader & past Johnny Storm x Female Reader

Word Count: ~3.5k

Summary: Curtis has been working as your body guard for almost two years now. Standing by and watching you work and party your life away is becoming more and more difficult, but is there anything he can do about it?

Warnings: Angst, adult themes, complicated power dynamics, minor age difference (not explicit in this part, but reader is mid-twenties and Curtis is early thirties), drinking & implied drug use, explicit language, bad boyfriend (Colin continues to be awful, even though we haven't actually seen him since part 2), self-destructive behavior, anxiety, negative self-talk. She's still having a bad time, you guys. All of my work is 18+ - Minors DNI

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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A/N: Well, here it is! As I currently have it planned, this will be seven parts, so we're officially past the halfway point now. This part's a little shorter, but I'm hoping you'll think it's worth it.

Big thanks to @drabblewithfrannybarnes for helping me nail down the new character here! (If you don't remember doing that Carly, it's because it was ages ago 🤣)

Any comment, reblog, or ask to let me know what you think will be greatly appreciated. Even if it's just screaming at me. 😄 As always, thank you so much for reading! 💜

The drive to the restaurant was uncomfortable. Or maybe it wasn’t. Maybe it was just you. Sitting in the backseat alone, while Curtis and Jensen quietly conversed in the front, you felt ridiculous. You should learn how to drive. You were a grown woman who couldn’t even get herself anywhere—just another way you didn’t know how to be responsible for yourself.

You stared at Curtis in the front seat. It’d been a few weeks since your boundaries conversation. You hadn’t spoken to him much since. He was right. It was better. Cleaner. But you missed being able to talk to him.

Something had changed about the way he watched you though. You would swear that it was more intense now, the way his eyes followed you around the room. And it always seemed like he had something to say, he’d just never say it. He didn’t make any sense.

You took a breath. You were nervous about this lunch. You weren’t entirely sure what the purpose of it was, aside from the fact that Marnie Reynolds had wanted to meet. You hadn’t seen her in years and then she just texted you out of the blue two days ago, asking if you wanted to have lunch. You assumed she was going to pitch you something. Why else would she want to talk? You hoped it’d be something easy to agree to. It would make Wilford and Tanya feel better if someone actively wanted to work with you, at the very least. 

The restaurant wasn’t the kind of place you normally went to. It was nice, but tucked away, not designed for those who wanted to see and be seen. Marnie had chosen it. She was waiting for you at a small table in the back, even more private. She stood as you approached and enveloped you in a warm hug. She was just as glamorous as you remembered, suddenly hit by memories of sitting in her trailer while she let you try on her jewelry. She’d always been so nice to you. “Oh, honey, it’s so good to see you,” she said as you both sat down. 

You smiled and nodded. “It’s good to see you, too. How are you?” 

“Oh, good, good,” she said with a big smile. “Just got back from a shoot in Greece. Happy to be home.” Her eyes lost a little of their luster as she asked, “How are you, darling?”

“Oh, I’m fine,” you said. You could tell she wanted you to say more, but you just nodded and shrugged.

“Well,” she looked at you carefully, “I can’t get over how grown up you are. I know it’s silly, but I think I’ll always see you as the sixteen-year-old I met at the table read ten years ago.”

 “You and all of America,” you said dryly before you could think better of it.

Instead of chastising you, she just nodded. “I’m very grateful I didn’t have to grow up so publicly and then have to make that transition to being an adult. I can’t imagine how hard that is.”

You shrugged again. You didn’t really know what to say to her.

“Which, speaking of, I owe you an apology.”

Panic rose in your chest. Oh, god. Had she sold a story about you? Said something private in an interview? Blocked you from a new role? You weren’t sure you could handle one more thing right now. “Oh?” you asked shakily.

She nodded, seriously. “I should have done a better job of keeping in touch with you after we’d finished the movie. I owed you that much. I’m sorry.”

You furrowed your brow, confused.  “That’s fine. You’ve been so busy. I didn’t really expect you to remember me. I mean, you won an Oscar. I know how much work that takes.”

“Mmm,” she said, “and you sent me flowers.”

You shrugged. You just kept shrugging. “Well, you were always kind to me, and I was so happy for you. It seemed like the least I should do.”

 “You were always so sweet. I’m so happy to see that hasn’t changed.”

At the sincerity on her face, you looked down at your menu. You didn’t know what to say to that. 

“How’s your mom?” she asked, her tone strangely cautious. “Is she still your manager?”

“Oh, no. Wilford helped me get a new one when I turned 18. He thought I needed someone more experienced.”

She let out a breath, almost like she was relieved. “I have to admit, I’m happy to hear that.” You gave her a confused look and she continued softly, “She was always so hard on you. It was part of why I always invited you to my trailer. It seemed like you could really use a break from her.” She gave you another impossibly warm smile. “Plus, you were such great company. I loved making that movie with you.”

You couldn’t hide your relief when the server chose that moment to take your orders. You didn’t know what to do with the fondness in Marnie’s eyes. 

Once you were both done ordering, you decided you were ready to talk business. “So, what’s the project?” you asked.

She looked confused. “Project?”

“Uh, yeah. Whatever you wanted to pitch me? The reason you asked me here.”

“Oh, honey, no, I’m sorry. There’s no project. I just wanted to see you.”

That didn’t make sense. That she didn’t want to work with you again made sense. No one did, so of course she didn’t either. But then why else were you here? “I don’t understand,” you said quietly.

She let out a sad little sigh. “I’ve seen some of what’s been going on with you, online, and it just seems like you need a friend. I want to be that for you. I think about you more than you know.”

“Oh,” was all you managed to say.

She grabbed your hand over the table. “There’s so much going on for you right now. I can’t imagine how hard it must be, and then to have to deal with it in public too.”

You didn’t say anything, just looked at your joined hands on the table. Then, finally, still looking down, “Uh, yeah. I’m having a pretty hard time.”

She squeezed your hand. “I’m so sorry. I’m here to listen if you ever want to talk about it.” 

You finally looked up and nodded, but didn’t say anything else. You weren’t sure you could.

She looked at you carefully. “Have you thought about taking a break at all?”

You were reminded of Curtis, sitting on your couch, looking at you so earnestly, talking about taking a year off. You shook the image out of your head. “No,” you said. “It isn’t a good time. My reputation isn’t great right now, so I need to get back out there and show people that I can do the work. I need to fix it.”

“Mmm,” she hummed, “that sounds like agent speak.”

“Well,” you shrugged, “he’s right.”

“Remember, though,” she said, slowly, “that you’re a person, too. Not just a career.”

You just looked at her, blankly. Your career had been the most important thing about you since you were nine years old. You didn’t know how to separate the two. Luckily, that was when the server returned with your food, and Marnie graciously took it as a sign to take over the conversation for the rest of your meal. She talked about the movie she’d just finished, how her kids were doing, and the large garden she was planting at home. It was nice. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d had a meal out with a friend like this.

Still, you left the restaurant feeling raw and restless. You weren’t sure what to do with that conversation, the hard parts of it. The way she looked at you like she actually saw you. There was an itch in you now that just made you want to run.

Instead, as soon as you got home, you poured yourself a glass of sangria from the pitcher your housekeeper kept in your fridge and took the latest script Wilford had sent you onto your deck. You could feel Curtis watching you as you moved through the glass doors. That was his job, you told yourself. It was just his job.

The script fucking sucked. It was awful. The opposite of what you wanted to do. But you knew what Wilford would say. Beggars can’t be choosers. This was your fault. You were the one who’d destroyed your reputation. You had to be the one to fix it. And if making shit like this would fix it, then that’s what you had to do. Too many people relied on you for you not to do whatever you could, take whatever paychecks you could get. You hated it. You hated it so much. But you would do it.

You picked up your phone. You hadn’t realized how much time had passed. It was well into the evening now. There was a text from Michelle an hour ago, letting you know she’d left. And a few minutes ago, one from Nikki, a girl you partied with sometimes, that just said ‘Fuck them both!’

What the hell did that mean? Panic began to crawl up your throat and your hands started to shake as you typed your name into Google and clicked on News. Your stomach dropped.  Johnny Storm, that snowboarder you’d barely dated over a year ago, apparently had a podcast now. And the latest episode, posted that day, featured Colin Shea as its guest. Shit. Fuck. You couldn’t even look at what they’d said. There was no point. It was all just the same old bullshit.

You felt tears start to prick at your eyes. Why couldn’t everyone just leave you the fuck alone? You weren’t even that interesting. How could they possibly have anything to talk about?

Fuck that, you thought, as you stormed back into your house. You distantly registered Curtis calling after you, but you didn’t pay any attention. You were too focused. You headed straight up to your bedroom. They wanted something to talk about? You’d fucking give it to them! You charged into your closet and grabbed the sluttiest, shiniest dress you had. Fuck yeah. You could do this. You would be exactly who they wanted you to be. If they wanted a show so fucking badly, you’d give them one.

You ran back downstairs, looking for a particular pair of earrings that a costar had given you as a wrap gift a couple of years ago – huge dangly ones that said Fuck on one ear and You on the other. There was nothing subtle about what you were going for tonight. 

You’d have to think of someone to call, too. Someone suitable for the kind of scene you wanted to make, the kind of big mistake you wanted to fall into. You were so fucking tired of holding it all together. You were done. Your mind immediately landed on Lucas Lee, your costar in that dumb action movie last year. He was awful but so hot. Nothing but trouble and always up for whatever. Perfect.

As you entered your living room, your eyes landed on one of your jewelry boxes on the coffee table. There they were! As you picked up the box, you realized Curtis was sitting by himself on the couch. You saw him take in your short, sparkly dress and grimace. You weren’t in the mood to analyze it. “I’m going out,” you announced. “Have Jensen get the car ready.” 

You were already moving through, headed back upstairs when you heard Curtis rasp, “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

You turned on a dime. “Excuse me?”

“I think,” he said slowly, so calmly you wanted to break something, “that going out right now, in the sort of mood you’re clearly in, would be a very bad idea.”

What the actual fuck? “Since when,” you asked, your voice quiet with seething anger, “is it your job to tell me what to do?”

He shook his head and you didn’t know how to react to how sad he looked. “I’m not telling you to do anything. I’m asking you to stay home tonight. For your own safety, which very much is my job.”

You just stared at him, dumbfounded. You didn’t understand him. He told you you weren’t friends. He was the one who said he was just your bodyguard. So what the hell was he doing now? 

In the moment you stood frozen, just staring at him, he took a cautious step forward. “Did something happen?” he asked barely above a whisper.

You shook your head furiously. You felt like you could barely form words. You were so angry and lost, and scared, and sad, and confused. You were feeling more than you thought your body could contain. And you knew, you knew, the only way to get these feelings out would be to go out and get as wild as you could. And here Curtis was, not letting you. You were afraid you were going to explode. “That’s fine,” you finally got out, ignoring his question. “You don’t have to come with me. Jake neither. I’ll get a fucking Uber.” You took a step towards the opening of the room. “Go home Jake!” you shouted through the house. “I won’t need you tonight!”

Curtis sighed your name. “I’m not going to let you go out by yourself,” he said firmly.

You threw your hands in the air. “Then make up your goddamn mind!” 

Jake appeared in the doorway, looking confused and Curtis turned to him. You took the opportunity to get back to the safety of your room, leaving your security detail to figure their shit out. Once back in your room, you dug through the jewelry box until you found the earrings you were looking for. You heard your back door open and close. Good. Jake, at least, was gone. You knew Curtis would be harder, but you were fucking determined. 

Just as you were opening Uber on your phone, Curtis appeared in your doorway. “What,” you growled.

“Would you just listen to me for a minute?!” He said, not quite a yell, but not not that either, as he barged into your room. All of his practiced calm from downstairs was completely gone. “Something bad is going to happen if you go out tonight! It is, I know it is. And I know you can feel it too!”

“Why do you care?!” You shouted at him. “No one else does! Why do you care so much?!”

“You know why!” he shouted back, and took another step toward you, but then suddenly stopped. Much, much quieter, much softer, and with eyes so pleading, he said “You must know.”

You didn’t. You really don’t think you knew until that moment, when the realization slammed into you. Every look, every sigh, all of the moments of him that hadn’t made sense. You took a step back. “What?” you breathed, barely realizing that you were shaking.

He took a step forward to follow you, then stopped. He opened his mouth to say something, but you shook your head at him. “No,” you said. “You can’t.”

“I can’t?!” he asked, incredulous and upset again.

“No!” you shouted, but it was so much weaker now. “I just– Why would– I’m such a fucking mess!” You were starting to cry, the adrenaline of the last half-hour finally leaking out of you, replaced by that same bone-deep exhaustion that you’d had for too long. “I barely have a high school education. I don’t know how to do anything for myself. No one wants to work with me. I am barely keeping it together and everyone knows it. I’m a trainwreck! Why would you–” You couldn’t bring yourself to say the words that you knew he meant. “Why would you have feelings for someone like that?”

 The sadness was back in his face. You looked away, unable to bear it. In your periphery, you saw him take a cautious step forward, then pause. When you made no move to run, he eliminated the distance between you, standing directly in front of you. He slowly, gently, carefully brought one hand up to touch your face, caressing your cheek with his thumb. “I know,” he said, voice barely above a whisper. “I know all that and I still love you. Because I also know that somehow, despite everything, you are one of the most genuine people I’ve ever met. You are so kind. And thoughtful. You let everyone see your soft spots, even when all they do is hurt you. You have every reason to be awful or bitter or mean or any of a thousand things. But you aren’t. It’s all of it, it’s all of those things and the ones you said too. All of it together, that’s why I love you. I love you because you’re you.”

You wanted to sob. No one had ever said anything remotely like that to you before. Not anyone in your family, or a single one of your exes. No one had ever cared enough to say any of that. Except for Curtis. He’d always cared, hadn’t he? Since that first day he’d showed up, when you’d been so scared about the possibility of a stalker, he’d taken such care with you. He was the most caring, thoughtful, beautiful person you knew. You took a deep breath and looked into his eyes.  You could see his worry, but also the deep conviction with which he’d just said all that to you. You couldn’t help yourself anymore. You surged forward and you kissed him. 

He made a noise of surprise—you didn’t know how he could possibly be surprised after all that—but after just a moment he was kissing you back, bringing both hands up to cradle your head. You were getting your tears all over him, but he didn’t seem to care. He was soft and gentle and passionate. You needed more. You needed all of him.

You took a step back, breaking the kiss. You did what you could to brush the tears off your face. You grabbed the bottom of your dress and pulled it over your head, then tossed it on the floor. You stood in front of him in the lingerie you’d picked out to fuck Lucas Lee of all people and couldn’t understand how you’d ever been able to think about anyone but Curtis. But you did know how when you stopped to think about it. You’d never been able to fathom that you might deserve this man. That he might actually want you.

He stared at you. “Fuck,” he whispered. “You’re–” you braced yourself for what might come next. So hot or fucking sexy. You’d even gotten beautiful once or twice. He only took a second before he finished his sentence “–incredible,” with such awe on his face that you actually felt your knees go weak. You had to look away. He was too much.

He took your face in his hands again and placed a soft, short kiss on your lips. “But would it be ok if we slowed down?” he asked.

You couldn’t keep the disappointment out of your voice. “Why?” 

“This is real for me,” he said. “And if we do this, I want it to be real for you too. I want you to be sure. And for now,” he stroked one thumb over your cheekbone, “right now I just want to hold you. Is that alright? If I just hold you tonight?”  

You didn’t know how to respond to that. Sex had always been the best, most important part of any of your relationships. It’d been the biggest thing that any of your previous partners had wanted from you. You weren’t sure you knew how to do it any other way. But he was holding you so gently, looking at you so softly, all you could do was nod. 

He kissed you once more. Then stepped back and started to take off his clothes. You made your way to your bed and got in, watching him as he shed his clothes. He really was the most beautiful man you’d ever seen. Nothing on any movie set you’d ever been on, any party you’d ever been to could compare to him. 

Once he was down to just his boxers, he crawled in next to you and pulled you close. Your lips touched his shoulder as you asked, barely audible, “You really love me?”

He kissed your forehead. “Yes,” he whispered. “I really love you.”

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Merry Christmas 🎄

Day 8 | Christmas tree accident

Pairing: BestFriend!Colin Shea x BeatFriend!Female!Reader

Summary: You have an accident with your Christmas tree, your best friend needs an excuse for his one-night-stand. So you ask him to help you and he agrees to help you with your Christmas tree.

Warnings: none, just fluff

Wordcount: 1.3k

A/N: This is part of “Fluffcember” written for day 8 with “sleep back hugs”. Divider is made by @firefly-graphics.

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“Colin, where are you?” You groan when your best friend finally picks up the call. “In my apartment,” he says, and you hear a female voice through your phone, rolling your eyes at your best friend.

“You really have a girl there?” You ask, laughing, and he hums. “We were in the bar until the morning; where did you find her? In your bed?” You can’t help but burst out laughing when you hear his groan. “I met her in front of the house, but now I need to excuse myself,” he says, and you can almost hear his thoughts through the phone.

Your best friend always finds a girl to spend the night with, and you can’t blame them. He is attractive, and he is nice, at least until the morning, when he tries to find an excuse so he doesn't have to act like he wants more than sex. And there you are, helping him find an excuse, not just because he wants it but also because you need him.

“My dishes aren’t cleaning themselves,” you suggest, but he mumbles something that sounds like a ‘no, use your dishwasher. You laugh and think for a moment, then you have an idea, but when he says yes, he really has to do it. And you know he can’t find another idea in a short time, so he will probably say yes.

“When I tell you, you have to solve the problem,” you say with a smile on your lips.

“Ok, but now. She asks me, what do we eat for breakfast? I don’t even have bread here."

You burst out laughing. That’s why you have everything twice; you know your best friend, and he is sometimes like a teenager. He can fuck almost every girl in town, but he doesn’t manage to have food at home.

“Oke, tell her you need to help me with the Christmas tree; it’s stuck in my toilet,” you say, looking into your bathroom.

There it is: your Christmas tree stuck in your toilet, and you can’t get it out there. “Are you kidding me?” He asks with a laugh. You take a picture and send it to him. It doesn’t take long for him to open your message and burst out laughing.

“How? Really, how did you get the tree into your toilet?" he asks, but before you can answer, he interrupts your thoughts on how you can explain it. “My girl needs me; she managed to have her Christmas tree in her bathroom,” he excuses himself, and then he hangs up.

You walk to your front door and open it. Colin stands in front of you, still laughing, when he walks into your apartment. “How does it work?” He asks and looks around the corner to see your Christmas tree.

“It wanted to cuddle with the toilet, but the toilet wanted to bite the tree. And then it bites the tree, and now I can’t convince it to let go of the Christmas tree,” you explain, looking up at your best friend. Your gaze is serious, but when he wants to ask you if it was like that, you laugh and shake your head. “Nooo, I just wanted to cut it there so it would fit into my tree stand,” you mumble, and he nods.

“Then we look at how we get it out of the toilet and decorate the tree together, oke, babe?” He asks, and you nod with a huge smile on your lips. He always calls you ‘his girl’ or ‘babe’ and he only calls you like that. Every time he does, you feel the butterflies in your stomach go crazy, and you can’t hide the smile on your lips.

“Thank you,” you mumble, and you throw your hands around his neck before you lead him to the bathroom. He looks at it, trying to pull it out a few times and trying different angles, but it takes a few minutes until he gets the tree inch by inch out of the toilet and places it in front of the two of you. “You’re the best,” you mumble and kiss his cheek.

“Let’s decorate it now,” he suggests, and you nod, smiling and following him when he walks with the tree into your living room.

After the two of you finished the decoration in your whole apartment, you made some hot chocolate and watched a movie. Now you are sitting on your couch, leaning against Colin, and his arm is wrapped around your waist.

“Can we go to bed?” You mumble, and he laughs about your sleepy voice. Then he nods and lifts you up to carry you into your bedroom. “Can you take your clothes off, or do you want me to do it?” He asks, and you point toward him. “Take off my clothes." You laugh, and he does it.

He places his hand under your shirt, and you feel his warm skin against yours. You shiver slightly, and he leaves a trail of goosebumps where his skin meets yours. He chuckles but doesn't say anything when he helps you out of your shirt. Then he takes off your pants, looking at your body for a moment before he turns around and looks for a shirt.

“You’re pretty,” he says, helping you into an oversize shirt, which is actually his, but you made it yours a while ago. You blush because of his words, hiding your face in the fabric of the shirt and slowly moving higher until your head lays on your pillow.

“Blanket, please,” you say, and he places the blanket on top of you, then he takes off his clothes as well. “Strip for me, babe." You laugh and look at him, wondering if he will come and cuddle with you. It’s nothing the two of you have never done, but he often has his girls, so there is not much time for cuddles.

But this time he slides under the blanket behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer until your body is pressed against his and he holds you tightly. “That’s my favorite place,” he mumbles into your hair and inhales deeply. “Having your body against mine,” he adds, and you smile wildly.

“I love that too, but you often have those girls there, so we can’t cuddle,” you complain playfully, and he laughs lightly. “Mhm, but just because I can’t tell you that I love you so much. I’m just the playboy, even when I’m your best friend, but since I’m in love with you, I only want you. Even when it would mean that I could never have sex again because you don’t want to, it would be oke as long as I can have you by my side,” he mumbles, sleepy, and you clear your throat, thinking about his words. Making sure you have heard him right.

“Colin?” You ask quietly, and he hums in response. “Do you love me? I mean more than friends?” You ask the question that is burning on your tongue. “I do; I love you so much,” he whispers, and the smile on your face grows when you hear those words. You always imagined hearing them from him, and now he said them. He loves you, Colin loves you.

“I love you too,” you say, feeling the warmth of those words rushing through your body. The warmth of his body makes you tired, and even when you’re more than excited that he loves you, you slowly fall asleep with the arms of Colin wrapped around you, his body pressed against your back. He holds you and protects you from every monster under your bed. “Goodnight, babe,” he says, kisses your neck, and waits until you sleep before allowing himself to sleep as well. And the thought of you being his makes him smile, especially when he looks at you and sees you sleeping with that cute smile on your face. And he planned to go out with you to the Christmas market in the morning and see you getting even more excited.

[theycallmebecca]

Drabble: Smooth Hips Turner

Today is @nomadicpixel birthday and a few days ago I asked if there was something she'd like me to write her for birthday. Her answer was something hockey romance, with either Cole Turner, Andy Barber or Colin Shea. I had an idea immediately... but that one didn't work out... and I'd given up all hopes of actually being able to write something when this little scene popped into my head this afternoon. Enjoy!

Title: Smooth Hips Turner

Pairing: Cole Turner x female reader

Rating: G

Warnings: n/a

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.

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"Is that who I think it is?"

You barely heard your friend's question, but turned in the direction she was looking and found yourself locking eyes with the "who" in question.

Cole Turner.

You knew him as your younger brother's childhood best friend.

Everyone else in the bar knew him as Cole "Smooth Hips" Turner, the new free agent goalie for the local professional hockey team.

"Oh my god, he's coming this way!" your friend exclaimed.

As he made his way towards you, stopped nearly every foot by an excited patron, you tried to recall the last time you'd seen him. The only for sure meeting you could remember was his and your brother's high school graduation nearly twenty years ago. He'd been 18 at the time and you'd been 20.

The years had been good to him, you saw. 4 years in college hockey and 16 at the professional level had done him good. Gone was the lanky teenager who had helped your brother annoy you. In his place, was a rock solid man, with a full beard, perfectly tufted hair and a charming smile.

"Well I'll be damned," his voice declared as he finally reached the table. "I heard you lived here, but I didn't think I'd run into you on my first night in town."

"And here I was trying to avoid you," you teased as you stood up to give him a hug.

It wasn't until you turned to introduce Cole to your friend that you saw that she was gaping at the pair of you in shock.

"Hi, I'm Cole," he said, holding out his hand to her.

She just blinked at him.

"Sorry," you said, slightly embarrassed by her behavior. Sitting down, you snapped your fingers in front of her face and she blinked.

"Oh my god," she whispered. "You know Smooth Hips?"

Cole flushed at the nickname, but sat down at the table and said, "I grew up next door to her. Her brother is my best friend." Then he added, conspiratorially, "I had the biggest crush on her as a teenager."

"Wait what?" you said. "You didn't."

"I swear I did," he said, leaning back in his seat. "It's the only secret I've ever kept from your brother."

"Did you have a crush on him?" your friend asked. "Is that why you keep the magazine where he's basically naked in your bedside table?"

Cole let out a shocked laugh while you wanted to climb under the table and hide.

Instead, you glared at your friend and she just shrugged as if to say "paybacks a bitch" for not telling her about Cole in the first place.

"I like you," Cole said, pointing at your friend. Then he turned back to you. "I've been here a few times to play, obviously, but I've never really gotten to explore. Wanna show an old friend around and catch up?"

"She'd love to," your friend answered for you. Then she nudged you with her elbow. "Give him your phone number."

After giving Cole your number, he said goodbye and went to join his friends at another table.

"You're welcome," your friend said.

You raised an eyebrow.

"I just got you a date with the hottest guy in hockey," she stated then grinned. "And if you're lucky, maybe he'll show you in person how he does those stretches he posts about on his socials that you like watching so much."

You shoved your friend's shoulder while she cackled.

[sunshinebuckybarnes]

Here's the first rec list of 2023!! Please make sure you give these gorgeous stories and writers the love they deserve. As always, you are responsible for your own media consumption. This blog along with the majority tagged are 18+ only and contain adult themes.

Happy reading 🔥

Bucky Barnes ✨

Cordially invited by @navybrat817

Modern Knight!Bucky Barnes x Princess!Female Reader

Dress you up in my love by @jobean12-blog

Bucky x reader

Thin ice by @angrythingstarlight

Beefy Biker!Bucky x Reader

Adventures in babysitting by @navybrat817

Florist!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Relax by @kinanabinks

Nerd!Frat!Bucky x Reader

There's really a wolf by @flordeamatista

DBF!Mafia Bucky Barnes x Mafia!Princess Reader

Ravenous by @navybrat817

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Good peach by @wndalovebot

bucky barnes x afab!reader

Picture perfect by @angrythingstarlight

Mafia!Bucky Barnes x reader

Peaches and cream by @angrythingstarlight

Baker!Bucky

Covet by @labella420

Dark!Mob! Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Vodka on the rocks by @kinanabinks

Bestfriend!Bucky f!reader

A little help by @mavsstar

DBF!Roomate!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Forever by @callingsergeantbarnes

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader 

Eddie Munson ✨

Chefs kiss by @jobean12-blog

Eddie Munson x reader

She drives me crazy by @jobean12-blog

Eddie Munson x reader

Made for lovin' you by @beefybuckrrito

Eddie Munson x fem!reader (any race)

One hot ticket by @jobean12-blog

Eddie Munson x reader

Steve Rogers ✨

Wicked games by @honeystevie

Steve Rogers x Asian!reader

Tonight by @springdandelixn

Husband!Steve x Fem!Reader

Run rabbit run / trapped in a tangled web / mistaken identity by @dreamlessinparis

Dark!Steve x F!Reader

Colin Shea ✨

Maybe in the meantime by @rebel-stardust

Colin Shea x female reader

Ari Levinson ✨

Good for you by @flordeamatista

DBF!Ari Levinson x Reader

Little fears by @onsunnyside

Biker!Ari Levinson x naive!reader (biker x baker au)

Solve the riddle by @geminixevans-stan

Retired Pornstar!Ari Levinson x Black!Reader

Our last summer by @summerofsnowflakes

DBF!Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader

Steve Harrington ✨

Unearned confidence by @sharpsapphic666

Steve Harrington x reader

Lee Bodecker ✨

Pressure by @thornsnvultures

lee bodecker x plus size!fem!reader

Andy Barber ✨

Marked with my initial by @frostironfudge

Incubus!Andy Barber x Fem!Reader

Sam Wilson ✨

Love you in a thousand ways by @targaryenvampireslayer

Sam Wilson x female reader

Multiple characters ✨

Late night visitor by @dreamlessinparis

Mob!Destroyer!Chris x F!Reader x Mob!Bucky, Lee Bodecker x F!Reader (established couple, married)

The chase by @targaryenvampireslayer

Dark!alpha!Sam Wilson x female!omega reader x dark!alpha!Bucky Barnes

Three's a party by @traitorjoelite

stucky x reader

[twittytelly]

An Unexpected Gain

Epilogue - Seven Months Later

Colin Shea X Female Reader

Previously…

Series Masterlist

A/N: This is my submission @the-slumberparty‘s Week 2 Writing Challenge: Blast From The Past. I know I promised to write an epilogue to this in 2020, and I actually started to write this a year ago, but I hated every version of this that I’d written. I just want to say thanks to @navybrat817 and @darkficsyouneveraskedfor for hosting these challenges and giving me a reason to kick myself in the arse and get myself motivated to get this finished. Maybe one day I will revisit these idiots, but I’m not going to promise anything.

Warnings: All the fluff, brief mention of childbirth but nothing graphic

Word count: 568

Moodboard by @imanuglywombat

Once Upon a Time in the city of Boston, Massachusetts, Colin Shea had forgotten why he didn't like hospitals. Maybe it was something to do with cold, bright lights, or the smell... To be honest, he didn't really care any more; what he had witnessed just hours before was pure magic, and he was sure he was going to be in awe of you for the rest of his life. A small part of him wanted to stay with you in the small cocoon of your hospital room forever, but he couldn't wait to get home and begin his new role, raising his son.

The labour had been long and arduous. Unsurprisingly, Colin had been by your side for the entire thing, his support unflinching. When the midwife placed the small, mucus-covered human onto your chest and the baby started bellowing, he didn't think it was this possible to be this happy.

Colin was reluctantly making his way back to the car to fetch your phone charger. Squinting as he stepped into the early morning sunlight, Colin tried to remember how long he had been in that hospital room for. The last couple of days had been like a particularly vivid fever dream, that felt like an eternity and just a few seconds at the same time. Pausing to take in his surroundings, he wondered if the birds in the sky and the nurses making their way home from the night shift knew that the world had changed irreversibly overnight.

-

Rentering the building charger in hand, Colin decided to forgo his morning coffee until he was certain that you and the baby had settled. However, as he strode past the gift shop, something green and fuzzy caught his eye that immediately stopped him in is tracks.

When Colin went into the gift shop and took a further look at the chartreuse creature, he smirked in recognition. Picking up the inanimate amphibian, and looking into it's large yellow eyes, Colin knew that it was coming home with him. He could just imagine the look on your face when he presented you with the cuddly toy, but Colin couldn't think of a more appropriate first buddy for his child.

Sure, despite the inside jokes of frogs, princes and jesters; your relationship was nothing like the pile of fairytale books that was sitting in the nursery. There were definitely some communication issues that needed to be straightened out, especially when you decided to be cohabiters, not neighbours; but the pair of you were now stronger than ever in your new home in North End.

As Colin reached the till, and reached into his pocket for his wallet, his fingers brushed against the velvet box that he had kept on him since he had made a sneaky visit to the jewellery store a few weeks ago. He was not planning on getting down on one knee just yet, but after the way he had found out about the pregnancy, he was too scared to try and hide it at home.

Colin wondered what would happen if he could go back in time to tell his smug past self about how you would quickly become the love of his life, and how he would become a father. While commitment and fatherhood were truly an unexpected gain of the friends with benefits arrangement, he wouldn't have changed any of it for the world.

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[afriendlyblackhottie]

Get slut out & choked by baby daddy Ari or get handcuff by Colin. How would you describe your night with either one of them?

Why Not Both?

Summary: you’re dating Colin but Ari is your ex.

Pairings: Baby Daddy! Ari Levinson x Black! Reader x Boyfriend! Colin Shea

Warnings: minors dni, smut, mmf, rough sex, non/dub con, degradation, handcuffs, choking, cuckolding, oral sex

(A/N: idk what’s up with me and threesomes lately but I’m poly so 🤷🏾‍♀️ anyway like, follow, reblog with comment 💜 ✌🏾)

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You looked up at Ari with watery eyes, still couldn’t believe that this was even happening.

It wasn’t like you and Ari were together and yet he was still a jealous bastard when he heard you’d been seeing someone. Like he was trying to have some kind of pissing contest. Going off on you about how he wasn’t going to let you have some man around his son.

You hadn’t even introduced them so he literally had nothing to worry about. It wasn’t supposed to be all this and yet here the fuck you were.

To be honest you didn’t even know that they knew each other. It wasn’t like it had been planned. You hadn’t been expecting to meet someone. You think Ari was just so used to have you in the back burner that he didn’t know what to do with himself now. Was used to not having to commit while getting unlimited pussy.

Then you told him that was enough and he scoffed and told you, “bet.”

Your son had gone to your sister’s for a sleepover with his cousins when you’d gotten in the house. Seeing him sitting there with your date in front. The two of them laughing like things were normal. Making you stop in your tracks.

“Ari, what- what’re you doing here? Thomas isn’t here.”

“I know,” he replied with a smirk. “Colin and I were just talking. You gotta problem with that?”

You raised an eyebrow because well yeah kind of, but before you could say anything Colin stood up. Putting his hands on your hips so he could kiss your cheek then grabbed your hand.

“Nah, she’s gonna be a good girl. Aren’t you?” Colin asked with a smirk.

Sure you’d heard all about his reputation. Had been told it would just be better to stay away, but so far everything had been good. The two of you hadn’t even had sex yet. He’d been pretty patient with you.

“You know all this time, I thought maybe you’d been playing hard to get but then I find out that you have a man this whole time and you didn’t tell me.” He chuckled.

You laughed glancing over at Ari and shaking your head. “No, we’re-,”

“It’s okay,” he cooed before placing a big kiss in your lips. “We already talked about what we’re going to do to you. Gotta make it up to us that you were trying to play games.”

“I wasn’t!” You protested.

He grabbed your face. Squeezing your cheeks between his hands. “You don’t have to lie to me, but you do have to make it up to me.”

That’s when he grabbed you making you turn around so your back was to his chest. Putting his nose in your ear.

“You can do that for me, can’t you?” He whispered into your ear. Grabbing your hands as Ari stood up to stand in front of you.

He grabbed your face forcing you to look up at him. “I told him how much of a fucking slut you’ve been,” Ari said, just as the snap of metal went around both wrists.

“Wait,” you said, trying to pull away, but Colin gripped your arm a little tighter. “Hey!”

“All you have to do is listen,” Ari said with a curl in his lip, his fingertips pressing harder against your cheeks then finally moving down to your neck.

That’s when Colin started copping a feel. His hands coming to grope your tits. Pinching your nipples and making you jump as he pushed his crotch against your ass. “We’re not gonna hurt you too bad,” Colin whispered in your ear. “You know I would never hurt you, Baby.”

With that he picked you up. Made you gasp and kick even though your hands were tied. Neither him or Ari giving a shit when the protests started spilling from your mouth as they carried you to your bedroom.

As your hands were tied they couldn’t just pull your shirt off, but goddamn Colin was just dying to see your tits. If ripping it off was the way to go so fucking be it. “Colin!” You yelled.

“I’ll buy you a new one, Baby,” he said with a wink.

“Please don’t rip my bra,” you begged. “It was expensive.”

“I’ll. Buy. You. A. New. One,” Colin said. Rubbing your cheek before picking you back up so he could shove you to the ground.

It wasn’t like you and Colin hadn’t messed around yet. It’s just you hadn’t had sex. Now he was taking turns with Ari shoving his dick down your throat.

Ari grabbed your hair as he fucked your face. Colin took out his phone so he could film it. The both of them clearly having fun with using your mouth. Laughing over you.

When they had their fill they picked you back up to place you on the bed. Ass in the air and nowhere to hide as they started playing with you. Fingers going into your pussy as the other one smacked your ass.

They were treating you like some kind of sex toy. Normally that would have been fine, but it had just caught you so off guard. All you could do was take it as they both had their ways with you.

Then Ari sat back. Wanting to watch as Colin filled you up. Fisting his cock. Tossing out words at you that he knew you liked to hear.

“Damn, Baby, you should have told me you liked this kind of shit before. Coulda been fucking you like this sooner,” Colin said into your ear as he made you cum for the umpteenth time.

That was the worst part. Was that you were so responsive. You couldn’t help it though. Ari knew you. Knew you liked it rough. That even when you acted like you didn’t want it, all he had to do was show you that you did. That’s just the kind of little slut you were.

He was okay with another man fucking you, as long as he got his access.

[nana1000night]

Random Thoughts

You are not girl who has the ambition to 'fix' those frat boy and womanizer.

You knew you didn't have the card to play with him, and it's only exist in the fairytale that girl use her love to melt and pull a heart of wanderer back.

Colin Shea, your childhood friend and your old crushed on, is the one.

You can't deny that you never dreamed about testing the power of love. But when you saw his all girlfriends, the way he treats his girlfriends, all the flirting, laughing and his high standards, the bubbles popped and then you swear never showed him.

"Jellybean, I'm home!" Colin's voice awake you from your slumber, the dreams about dating him always sweet.

No wonder it's only just a dream.

"Colin, need water?" You stand up and fold thr blanket, put it on the sofa, and step into the kitchen.

"Um...yeah..I need to take a shower first to get your kiss. Waiting for me, 5 minutes, pleaz...."

You smiled when he disappeared in bathroom. Prepared the pain killer and a glass of water, you checked the front door is locked. And heard Colin called you.

"Hey, Jellybean! Did you changed the shampoo? Why it smell different?"

"Because it's bathroom cleaner, drunk boy."

"Huh...oh..."

Sigh, you step in the shower. take the right one and look at him

"Let me help you, okay?"

He gives you a goofy smile to flutter your heart and lowed his body.

"Sure, sweetheart. Anything for you."

When you busy with washing his hair, his arms sneak around your waist, he hummed a song but too broken to hear clear

"Does that feeling really good?"

"It's the best things happened in my life so far, and I want to married you now."

"Aww, you're too sweet, drama king. I believe there's a lot woman want to be with you."

You try to calm your heartbeat, remind you that he's drunk and he didn't know that is he talking about.

"Speak of married, why are you still not my wife now? Or at least be my girlfriend?"

"Because we're friends, Colin. All right, I need to wash those soaps so put your heads down, giant puppy."

He snuggle his head on your chest, you pet his back while opened the shower on.

"Then I must an idiot, the pearl stands in front of me but I didn't realized until now."

"Yeah yeah, you're only see me when you drunk, buddy. The rest I'll let you do it, I'm going to change my clothes."

You pushed him off and passed by, but Colin caught your forearms and trapped you between the walls and his body.

"Colin?" He stared at you, you suddenly noticed that he's awaken.

He called your name.

"Seriously, I don't know why I didn't see that obvious things until now. But you...you are the special one to me. You're beautiful, smart, friendly, funny and loyalty."

He touched your face tenderly, and his sights moved to your parted lips.

"Remember when we joined Johnny's birthday party, we played the game that to test how you trust your friend?" You nodded

"You're the only one who could touch my upper back, near my neck and I won't shivered or try to shake off. Even my brain didn't acknowledge, my body was already trust you enough to be mine."

You could smell the whiskey and tequila he drank when he's in the bar. It's drunk you now. Your distance is more and more closer.

"I'll say that again when tomorrow come, Jellybean. but now, give me my kiss."

a/n: Don’t know why I want to write this...but I just couldn't leave the friends to lovers trope(*/ω＼*)

[starryevermore]

peachy keen: the new guy (1) ✧ colin shea, mickey henry, jake jensen, & ransom drysdale

peachy keen ✧ a colin shea, mickey henry, jake jensen, & ransom drysdale anthology | ao3

pairing: colin shea x fem!reader x mickey henry x jake jensen x ransom drydale; andy barber x fem!reader (one-sided) 

summary: you were used to life with your boys. but life decided to throw you a curveball. 

word count: 1,031

warnings?: honestly just a lot of talking about blowjobs, kind of slut shaming, ransom’s a bit of a dick, pet name (peaches), not proofread. 

note: this is more of an anthology than a series. every part exists in the same universe, but parts can be read in any particular order. there is no set update schedule for this; new parts come whenever they come.

Sometimes—most of the time—you wanted to kill your boys. You loved them half to death, but you were almost 100% certain that at least one of them had been dropped on their head when they were a kid. Or maybe last week. You were pretty sure that Mickey and Colin accidentally dropped Jake when he was attempting to crowd surf at the last party they threw. That had been a fun trip to the emergency room. Now you were dealing with two boys who insisted that every day should be a party, one boy that was recovering from a mild concussion, and another boy that was soon to move in and had already proven to be an absolute menace. 

“Mickey, you better put away that DJ equipment right now or, I swear to god, I will shove it up your fucking ass,” you snapped, watching as he began to set up for yet another party. “Jake’s still recovering from y’all’s last stunt.”

“Oh, c’mon, peaches, I’ll keep it down,” he swore. You were sure if you looked behind his back, you’d see his fingers crossed. 

“Put the equipment away now, or I won’t suck your dick until Jake’s fully recovered.”

Mickey stared at you in the same way a child who’s been caught with a hand in the cookie jar would look at the parent who caught him. “But that’s not gonna be for weeks!”

“Hm, something to consider then.”

“Wait, if we’re punishing Mick, can my dick still be sucked?” Jake asked, his head popping up as he pushed himself into a sitting position on the couch. 

A smile curled across your face as you walked over to Jake, climbing onto his lap, pushing his shoulders down so he was laying down again. His hands grasped at your lips, squeezing you tight. You leaned down, your lips brushing against his lips before trailing down to his jaw, leaving a trail of kisses behind. “Baby boy, you know you can have me any way you want me.”

“If you keep spoiling him like that, I don’t think he’s ever going to recover,” Colin laughed from his seat in the nearby recliner. 

You raised up, shooting a glare his way. “You don’t get a say in how I decide to take care of Jakey when you’re half of the reason he’s hurt.”

Jake turned his head the best he could in the position he was in to look at Colin. “Yeah, you listen to peaches! If she says my daily blowjob is necessary to my healing process, then you just have to deal with it!” he said, finishing his sentence with an ever so childish move of sticking his tongue out. 

“Maybe I’ll go give myself a concussion so I can get this preferential treatment,” Colin grumbled. 

“You’ll get no sympathy from me if you do that, pretty boy,” you said. 

“Well, what if I give Colin a concussion? Will he get sympathy blowjobs then?” Mickey asked. 

“I might just have to suck his dick to piss you off, Mick,” you said. “And you definitely wouldn’t be getting your dick suck until after both my boys heal if you did that.”

“So what you’re saying is that this is a lose-lose for me.”

“I mean, if you do nothing, you still got blowjob privileges.”

“Yeah, but where’s the fun in that, peaches?”

“Well, if we’re doing things for the sake of fun, I know it’ll be a lot of fun of tie up a certain naughty boy up and make him see how well I treat my good boys.”

“Now that’s just not fair!” Mickey protested. 

“Listen, if you insist on throwing a party, fine. But just know that Colin’s gonna be the only one touching your dick for the next month or so.”

Mickey’s jaw dropped, his eyes bugging out. Oh, he hates that. Being left out. You were sure that, if he was able to, he’d knock out the walls in all of your bedrooms, buy a California King bed, and just have all of you sleep together comfortably instead of squishing into whoever’s bed you all ended up in any given night. To say that neither you nor Jake would give him the attention he so craved...God, it probably killed him inside. Which was exactly why you said it. His own actions had hurt your baby boy, and while he was undeniably apologetic about hurting Jake, it seemed he hadn’t learned his lesson. And you weren’t about to let that kind of behavior slide. 

For a fleeting moment, the apartment was silent. But, all things must come to an end. 

“Damn, Mickey, I see why you’ve nearly retired the party animal act now. If I had a slut like that at my beck and call, I wouldn’t want to go anywhere either.”

“Don’t call her that!” Colin snapped.

“The fuck did you just say?” Jake said, sitting up and staring at the man who’d just entered the room.

“Listen, man, don’t—” Mickey started. 

“Who the fuck do you are?” you said, staring down the bastard who’d just came in. 

Seriously, who the hell was he? You eyed him. He was tall, perhaps taller than Jake or even Colin. He had a sort of arrogant look in his eye. Hell, he had a sort of arrogant look in his entire body. He stood with his back straight, shoulders back, chin titled upwards. He looked like one of those pompous assholes who’d come into your boss’s firm straight out of Harvard or Yale. The kind of man who just expected everything to be handed him. And, well, if you had to hand anything to him, it was that he at least seemed to have a decent sense of style. Certainly better than Colin’s general lack of clothes or Jake’s cheesy graphic tees or whatever the hell Mickey could throw together. But, dammit, no matter how cozy that cable knit looked, all you wanted to do was slap that damn smirk off of his face. And—

Was that a suitcase? Why the fuck did he have a suitcase?

“Ransom Drysdale.”

“And why the hell are you here?”

“I’m your new roommate.”

[fangirlovestuff]

Colin Shea masterlist

main masterlist

all readers are female unless specified otherwise<3

* - indicates smut, 💞 - personal fave

oneshots:

Knocked it Out of the Park 💞

blurbs / headcanons:

Hot Pool Stranger 

Halloween Headcanons - various cevans characters

series:

A Very Colin Christmas - Colin Shea x reader:  completed  💞

ch.1  ch.2  ch.3  ch.4  ch.5

summary: You were planning of spending a low-key Christmas at home, when your neighbor / maybe crush asks you for an interesting favor... for you to pretend to be his girlfriend to get his judgy family off of his back. The results? misundersandings, epiphanies, and some holiday spirit.

more to come!

[theycallmebecca]

Requests Are Open & Masterlist

I’m trying to get back into the swing with writing, so I thought I’d officially open my requests and do an unofficial Memorial Day Weekend event.

So if you’d like to request a drabble/ficlet, send a prompt, character from the list below and a rating. If you need help coming up with a prompt I have a bunch of lists reblogged on @justwritinginspo with the tag of writing prompts.

Request a story via ask!

Edit: Rather than make a separate masterlist for this, I'm adding the links to the bottom of this post under the keep reading.

My favorite things to write are domestic bliss, romantic comedies, sexual tension, plot what plots, and fluff that makes your teeth hurt.

Please do not submit any prompts with dark, minor/adult romance, significant age gap, etc. themes.

Characters

Andy Barber (AU only)

Ari Levinson (AU only)

Frank Adler

Colin Shea

Steve Rogers

Jake Jensen

Nick Vaughn

Ransom Drysdale (AU only)

I do still write Chris Evans RPF as well if that’s what you’d like to request.

Ratings

G/PG - typically my fluffy family stories

PG-13 - most of my rom coms

R - suggestive sexy times that don’t get too graphic, depending on how suggestive, these will get the mature content flag

NC-17 - graphic sexy times, will get the mature content flag

So if you’d like to request a story… please do!

Finished story links below.

Whole Heart - Steve Rogers x reader, PG

After Hours - Andy Barber x female reader, R - warnings: semi graphic sex

Secrets of the Heart - Ari Levinson x female reader, PG-13 - warnings: language

[sunshinebuckybarnes]

Welcome to June babes 🩷💙 I had a very hectic May but I'm thankful for all the gorgeous stories I got to read in between! As always, make sure you give these incredible writers and their stories the love they deserve 🌷 this blog along with the majority tagged are 18+ only and may cover dark themes - you are responsible for your own media consumption.

Happy reading lovelies ☀️

Steve Harrington ✨

Sweet on you / sugar sugar / hard candy by @upsidedownwithsteve

Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Eddie Munson ✨

Playing for keeps by @jobean12-blog

Eddie Munson x reader (friends to lovers)

I'll take you higher by @andvys

Vampire!Eddie Munson x female reader

Bucky Barnes ✨

Thinking this through by @lunarbuck

bfb!buck x f!reader (any race)

For the first time by @jobean12-blog

Bucky x reader

Joel Miller ✨

Interrupted by @holacia3

Joel Miller x reader

Colin Shea ✨

Soul sucker by @sidepartskinnyjeans

Colin Shea x Reader

Curtis Everett ✨

Hard pill to swallow by @dreamlessinparis

Dark!Curtis x F!Reader

Andy Barber ✨

I am his and he is mine by @flordeamatista

andy barber x latina!reader 

Sam Wilson ✨

Stitched by @ichorai

sam wilson x super soldier!reader (gender neutral pronouns)

[twittytelly]

Visual Fixation

Colin Shea x Female Reader

A/N: So in typical me fashion, the first time I write for Colin for around a year, and it isn’t for AUG! 🤣 (Don’t worry, there will be an epilogue one day - I want to finish my half-written fics and get on top of my entries for writing challenges first.) But, it was so much fun to write for Colin again. And look - I made a mood board on Canva! I feel like a proper fanfiction writer now! 😄😂

Summary: Coffee shop AU. Colin doesn’t usually frequent this coffee shop, but he can’t help but notice that you have an attribute that he can’t get enough of.

Warnings: One bad language word, one sexual reference and a bit of a glasses kink (if that’s a thing) if you squint.

Word count: 1472

It is a truth universally known that 90s teen movies are wrong when it comes to girls in glasses. No, we all know that no one looks like a completely different person sans spectacles. It's the implication that people who wear glasses cannot be hot.

Colin wouldn't describe himself as a fussy man, especially when it came down to the fairer sex. His friends would jokingly say that his type was anything with a pulse, and while he would argue that it was a bit of an exaggeration, it was no lie that he was a big fan of the female form no matter what shape or size she came in. And if they were a fan of Colin's smooth charm and sexy confidence? Even better.

Despite not having preferences, there was something that Colin dug more than anything. It wasn't something that he had ever told anybody about, but for almost as long as he could remember a girl in glasses drove him wild.

It started with Sally Henderson in third grade. Colin couldn't be sure if it was just the glasses, but the way the round, pale pink frames with blue speckles sat on rosy, freckled cheeks made her the most beautiful girl in the world to his eight-year-old mind. As all first crushes are, it was all consuming, made up of not-so-sublte glances, chat-up lines taken from after school specials and red tinged tips of ears. Eventually, it came to a head with a wedding ceremony performed by Eddie Vogel beneath the monkey bars. It wasn't Colin's first choice for a venue, but the school yard had limited options.

As is the case with these things, feelings fizzled out as quickly as they came, but Colin's preference for glasses stayed. He would never be able to tell if the thing existed before Sally, or because of her. One thing he does know is that a part of him would always be a little bit disappointed that she ended up getting laser eye surgery. He wondered if that would count as reasonable grounds for divorce, but a marriage that was consummated by eating haribo rings off each other's fingers probably wasn't legally binding.

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Colin didn't intend on stumbling into that coffee shop on that bright Tuesday morning, but he needed somewhere with decent Wi-Fi, so he could research recording studios. As much as he loved his local 24-hour diner, he didn't fancy standing on a particular table waving his arm about to try and get a sliver of signal. His band was just starting to gain traction locally, and they needed a decent EP to have any chance of meeting with any labels. Also, a decent coffee might've been the perfect antidote for the slight hangover that was stomping about Colin's mind.

The coffee shop was light and airy. Exposed brick and wooden beams made the place hip and trendy, but the pump velvet couches and armchairs gave off a cosy vibe. Looking at the blackboard, Colin gave a sigh of relief as he realized that the coffee shop wasn't 'too cool'. Colin may have been a musician, but he couldn't stand the pretentious hipster-type places. After picking up his order, he manoeuvred through the velvet maze trying to find a free table when his eyes were drawn to thick, plastic tortoiseshell.

Colin did a double take to find you sitting at a table to yourself, eyes trained on your laptop as you typed furiously, only pausing to take a sip of your tea; the steaming pot sat to your left indicated that you were intending to stay for a while. Colin strategically seated himself at a nearby table that kept you in his eyeline, he watched you like a hawk while he ate. As your eyes stayed glued to your screen, Colin wondered if you knew how adorable the faces you pulled as you concentrated were. The tip of your tongue peeking out between your lips as it glided from one corner of your mouth to the other, the way you scrunched your nose causing your glasses to shift. Oh. The glasses. The glasses perfectly accentuated your radiant beauty. But then, as if you'd read his mind, your left hand left the keyboard, subconsciously you used your index finger to push your glasses back up your nose. Colin Shea was officially a goner.

As if you'd felt Colin's glare, you glanced up and turned to Colin's direction. Colin became so flustered as he hurriedly picked up his phone, that he almost dropped it into his coffee mug. He quickly turned away from you, hoping that you hadn't noticed him staring; so quick that he didn't notice the smirk that was painted on your face, or that you'd adjusted your glasses again as your eyes took in the view before you.

Soon enough, both you and Colin were engrossed in your work. As time ticked by, mugs were refilled to the soundtrack of the tap tap of keyboards. Colin was making good progress with his research, and had written down the details of a few studios ready to discuss with the rest of the band at their next rehearsal Deciding to reward himself with more caffeine, he made his way to the counter. With his back turned, he didn't notice you finish up and start to pack your laptop away until he had picked up his order and started to head back to his table, where he couldn't keep his eyes off you. He was so transfixed by you that he wasn't paying attention to where he was going. Walking into a chair, Colin dropped his mug, spilling hot coffee down himself.

“Argh! Shit!” he yelled, his face scrunched in pain.

Before he knew it, Colin felt something dabbing at his chest. Tentatively opening his eyes, all he could see was you, wad of napkins in hand trying your best to clean him up. God, you were so much more beautiful up close. Breath knocked out of him, he was frozen in place as he watched you take care of him. After a few seconds you felt Colin's gaze burning your skin and your eyes met with his. A shy awkwardness enveloped you both as you realized how close up and personal you were, despite never saying a word to each other before.

“Erm… Are you okay?” you muttered, trying to break the ice.

“Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks for coming to my rescue,” Colin said, trying to sound suave. But, a brainwave hit the pair of you at the same time as you both nervously looked down to find your hand resting on Colin's... chest.

You recoiled as if you had been the one burnt by the hot liquid as Colin felt heat rush to his cheeks. Not knowing what to do with yourself, you spotted Colin's mug on the floor and kneeled down to retrieve it. In Colin's mind there was nothing worse that you could do, as he had to remind himself that you were in a public space. As you grabbed the mug, you looked up and made eye contact with Colin again. There, the image of you knelt before him, eyes looking over the rim of your glasses was permanently etched onto Colin's mind, and he instantly knew that that image would be the source of many cold showers. Pushing the thought to onside, Colin offered his hand to you as he helped you to your feet. Not knowing what to say, you both shuffled on the spot. Colin decided that this was his chance to strike.

“Do you want to go and have a drink with me?-”

“Can I get you another coffee?-” Both you and Colin said in unison, before bursting into laughter.

Looking Colin up and down, you considered his offer. You didn't know this handsome stranger's name, but every fibre of your being was screaming at you to accept his invitation. Smirking, you looked into his ocean blue eyes.

“Okay, that sounds good, but on one condition.”

“Name it.”

“You wear a t-shirt that isn't coffee stained.”

Colin snorted as he tried to stifle a laugh, causing butterflies to erupt.

“I'll see what I can do.” Colin replied flirtatiously, “And I'll take that coffee on one condition, you keep those glasses on at all times.”

You were slightly taken aback, by Colin's proposition. No one had ever taken such an interest in your glasses, however this was gonna go down, this was going to be fun.

“Sure,” you said trying to sound as confident as possible, you stretched your arm out to offer a handshake. “I'm Y/N, by the way.”

Colin grabbed your hand and gave you a firm handshake.

“It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance Y/N, I'm Colin.”

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