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Whump Movie Rec #4: One Way (2022)

It’s been a while since I’ve made a movie post but trust me this one is worth it!

Title: One Way

Whumpee: Freddy (played by Colson Baker/Machine Gun Kelly)

Whump List: basically the whole movie is about him being shot, lots of bleeding/in pain/calling for help/hallucinating, uses inhaler, beaten by his father, crying

~Preview Pics~

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New York City in TLOU

Is New York City ever mentioned in the Last of Us game (don't remember if the city was ever mentioned on the show)? I'm curious what happened to NYC.

The Last of Us Universe basically is our world but diverges when the fungal apocalypse happened. In the HBO show, the outbreak happened in 2003 and in the game, it was 2013.

So just two years after the World Trade Center collapsed in the show version or 12 years in the game version, you would have characters not only from NYC but also around the world who were in the area that survived 9/11, only to be killed or somehow survive Outbreak Day on September 26.

The show and the game does a really good job of portraying the chaos of Joel, Sarah and Tommy not knowing what was going on while trying to flee Austin, TX with the highways blocked and people running from the infected. Leaving any of the NY boroughs, would be a nightmare.

New York City is the most densely populated city in the U.S. The only way to get out of the city with a vehicle is by tunnels and bridges. You could also leave by ferry and boat (Being stuck on a ferry not knowing who could be infected seems horrific).

Thinking more on this, the likelihood of anyone in NYC surviving the fungal outbreak is probably slim. The city gets shut down during catastrophic events. I imagine residents would have to flee immediately before gridlock or stay in place until they're able to leave.

If anyone is interested in reading novels that has a setting in NYC that deals with a zombie apocalypse or a pandemic, I'd recommend Zone Zero by Colson Whitehead and The Stand by Stephen King. Zone One takes place a few years after the apocalypse and follows the main character as he helps clear Manhattan of zombies to make it livable. The Stand has a character who makes his way out of NYC after a deadly virus shuts the world down. If anyone has written fanfiction about a character in the TLOU universe being from NYC, it would be interesting to read.

[buecherbummlerin]

The Underground Railroad

Author:

Colson Whitehead

Publisher:

Fleet Publishing

Content (Blurb):

Cora is a slave on a cotton plantation in Georgia. An outcast even among her fellow Africans, she is on the cusp of womanhood—where greater pain awaits. And so when Caesar, a slave who has recently arrived from Virginia, urges her to join him on the Underground Railroad, she seizes the opportunity and escapes with him.

My Review:

This book touched me deeply and stayed in my thoughts for a long time. With this book Colson Whitehead takes the reader through through the dark side of Americas history and thus through the horrors of slavery.

This book describes the horrors of slavery and the crimes committed in an brutal, devastating and honest way. As one accompanies Cora on her escape and her experiences, the struggle for freedom, the hope for respect, recognition and peace amidst the indescribably horrific events, abuse and oppression of slavery are painfully brought closer.

“Stolen bodies working stolen land. It was an engine that did not stop, its hungry boiler fed with blood.”

This book shows the network of white activists who helped slaves escape and brings the underground railroad to life. Through this network and the story’s of those who try to escape with underground railroad the reader is left with a truly devastating understanding of the horrors and costs of slavery.

the story describes the efforts and hardships of Cora's flight through several American states, with all its setbacks and the people who helped her along the way, as well as those who betrayed and captured her. Each character feels alive and brings their own story to the whole big picture. I really enjoyed this and it often made me think.

“Cora didn't know what optimistic meant. She asked the other girls that night if they were familiar with the word. None of them had heard it before. She decided that it meant trying.”

Along the way, the story jumps through time, describing not only Cora's story, but also that of her grandmother Ajari, who was kidnapped from her homeland by the brutal of the machinery of slavery to be forced into slavery in America. I also found these insights particularly valuable. Whitehead manages to portray the generational horrors of slavery through Ajari in particular, but also through many other passages in the book. This makes the reader understand how families were systematically raised, born, separated and destroyed under slavery.

Resume: This book isa must read and describes the devastating and horrific engine of slavery in America. This story is truly powerful and takes the reader through pain and hope.

[rachel-sylvan-author]

"The Nickel Boys" by Colson Whitehead

[runesandmoons]

Goddamn indeed.

I love a fic where I can picture everything, and getting to picture Colson like that?? His face and hands stuck out to me so much. God, that was wonderful 🤌🏻

you should do that again

Colson x Reader

Warnings/Tags: smut (18+), fingering, reader's finger in Colson's booty bc he loves that shit, oral sex, swearing, squirting

Word Count: 1950

In which Colson asks his girlfriend to try something he's into for the first time. Enjoy the pure filth.

The first time it happened, it was on a whim. 

You and Colson had both been drunk, nearly belligerent, and he’d mumbled something about giving it a try, so you did. But when you’d woken up the next day, you’d only remembered it happening, not his reaction. So you couldn’t really be sure how he’d felt about it. 

Tonight was different. Neither of you was drunk and it had been a while since you’d last had sex. Colson had been away on a long string of shows and it had been over a month since you’d seen him. Phone sex had only gotten the two of you so far and you were both eager to see one another. 

After a quick greeting of “I love you”s and “I missed you”s, you were wrapped up in each other’s arms, mouths barely breaking apart long enough to breathe. You couldn’t even make it to your bed, instead opting to collapse together on the couch. Colson quickly stiffened in his pants, rolling his hips between your legs, and you moaned at the friction.

“Fuck, you feel so good, missed you so much,” Colson said in a rush of breath, mouthing your neck as his hands wandered your body.

“Colson,” you pleaded, tugging at his shirt. He sat up enough to get rid of it, and then he tore yours off, tossing it to the ground to join his. 

“You’re so beautiful,” Colson praised, kissing down between your breasts. Your chest heaved as he dragged his lips down your stomach, fingers working quickly at the button of your shorts. He tore those off quickly and fell to his knees on the floor, pulling you to the edge of the couch. His pace was dizzying and you were already aching and wet for him.

Your head fell back in a moan as he kissed you over your panties, curling his hands around your thighs. “Fuck, you smell good,” he muttered against your clothed pussy before pulling back to hastily get rid of your panties. His mouth landed on your clit again and he sucked firmly, moaning into you. “Taste good, too, fuck.”

Your breathing was labored as he took his time with you, getting you ready for him. He pulled back to strip his own clothes off and you pushed him onto the couch. He looked up at you with dark eyes. Usually, he didn’t let you take control, so you were surprised he gave in so easily. It was your turn to get on your knees, sliding your hands up his skinny thighs. 

He watched you, lips parted, his dick throbbing. “Y/N,” he breathed. You held eye contact with him as you took him into your mouth. His head fell back on the couch as he exhaled. You hollowed out your cheeks and took him deep. He groaned softly and squirmed, pushing a hand into your hair. 

You were just about to pull off of him, ready for him to be inside of you, when he spoke up. “Hey…uhh, you should um…”

You pulled off of him and raised a brow. He looked nervous. Timid. This was new. “Col?” you asked patiently. 

“You  should, um, do that thing with your finger again,” he blurted. His cheeks were flushed pink, and it was adorable, but you were a little confused. 

“What…thing?” you asked, slowly. 

Colson chewed on his lip, looking shy and uncomfortable. “Ya know, when we were drunk and you…”

You frowned, trying to remember what he was talking about. Then, it dawned on you. Your eyes widened just slightly. “Oh. Oh,” you said. “You…you liked that?”

Colson nodded enthusiastically, his mouth clamped shut with embarrassment.

“Oh,” you said again, biting your lip. “Of course I’ll do it again, babe.”

You flashed back to that drunken night, the one you’d nearly forgotten about. Colson moaned loudly as he fucked into you sloppily, your legs hitched on his hips, both of you close to coming. “Baby,” he grunted. “P-put your finger in my ass.” Drunk yourself, you weren’t even fazed by the command, and you took your own finger in your mouth, slicking it up with spit. You reached around him, sliding your hand down his ass. He slowed his thrusts, giving you a moment to maneuver your hand between his cheeks. The moan he let out when you started to press your finger inside of him was almost tortured, his brow furrowing. “Yeah. Just like that.” Later, when you were finished, you swore you’d never seen Colson come so hard before. 

“Y-you can just use your spit again,” he said, reaching up to mess with his own hair, unable to keep still. Suddenly, an idea popped into your head and you smirked. 

“Let’s go upstairs,” you told him. In his room, you gestured to the bed. “On your back, baby,” you told him. He nodded and lay on the bed, expecting you to follow. Instead, you put yourself in the arm chair in the corner of the room. You spread your legs and watched as Colson’s attention was drawn between them. 

You moved your hand slowly down your body until it landed between your legs. You pressed your middle finger to your clit, circling it slowly until your breath sped up. Colson’s eyes were locked on your hand, and he looked a little confused, but mostly, he looked turned on. Finally, you let your hand drift down further, your middle finger slipping inside your pussy. 

“Fuck,” Colson muttered, jaw clenching as you moved your finger slowly in and out of yourself. Every now and again, you circled your clit again. You’d been wet before even starting this, but you liked Colson’s eyes on you. You withdrew your finger, shining with your desire, and crossed the room to where Colson was. 

“Edge of the bed,” you ordered. Colson hurried to follow your demands, bringing his ass to the edge of the bed. “Lay back.” He did as he was told, grabbing a pillow to prop his head up so he could watch you. “You ready for me, baby?” you asked.

“Fuck yes,” Colson said breathlessly, hips shifting slightly. 

“Mm. Good. Spread your legs,” you ordered. Colson did as he was told and you tugged on his thighs, getting him to the very edge of the bed. You pressed your slick finger against his asshole and he sucked in a breath, realizing all at once why you’d been fingering yourself so intently. “Relax for me,” you murmured and Colson swallowed hard before blowing out a breath. “That’s it,” you encouraged as your finger pressed through the tight band of muscle. 

“Aw fuck,” Colson whined, neck arching. Using your other hand, you positioned his cock at your lips and sunk down. Colson moaned again, squirming as you sucked him at the same pace as you moved your finger. Colson unwound quickly, quicker than you’d ever seen. He was louder than he’d ever been, unable to keep his body still, hips bucking and squirming. You couldn’t believe just how into it he was, and how much that was turning you on, in turn. 

“Baby, fuck,” Colson gasped a few minutes later. “You got me so close…”

You hummed around him and took him deeper, plunging your finger deeper as you went. The original plan had been to let him fuck you, but you couldn’t get enough of the way he was nearly riding your finger, desperate and needy for your touch, and your new intention was for him to come hard in your mouth. 

“Y/N,” Colson gritted, wrapping his long fingers in your hair as he held you down on his cock. He cried out, louder than you’d ever heard, his cum shooting into your mouth hard. You swallowed every drop of him down, still moving your finger slowly to help him ride it out. When he was done, you pulled back, gently removing your finger, and sat back on your heels, pleased. 

Colson lay on the bed, completely spent, panting. His head was leaned back on the pillow so you couldn’t see his face, but by the way his stomach was rising and falling, you could tell that he was drunk off his own pleasure. You smirked, happy with yourself, and straddled him. Finally, his heavily hooded eyes met yours. 

“Was that what you wanted?” you asked. 

“Fuck yeah,” Colson breathed, shaky hands landing on your hips. “I love you so much. So good to me.” You giggled, loving just how spent and exhausted he was, how utterly fucked out. Once he’d caught his breath, he frowned. “You didn’t come.”

“I know,” you said with a shrug. 

Colson studied your face. “Will you…will you go back to the chair and do what you did before?” he asked. “Want you to watch you come.”

You smirked. “Oh, you liked watching that, huh?” you asked, stroking his cheek. Colson nodded quickly, so you obliged, walking over to the chair again. Colson sat up as you sat down, spreading your legs. You used your other hand, the one that hadn’t aided in Colson’s pleasure, and started twisting circles into your clit. 

It wasn’t long before you were breathing harder, soft whines sneaking out every so often. Seeing Colson like that had you worked up majorly, your cheeks hot as your heart raced. You liked the way Colson’s eyes were locked on you, every now and again drifting up to watch your face as you touched yourself, but never lingering for long before landing on your hand again. 

“Fuck,” he said lowly as you pushed two fingers inside yourself. “Baby…” He bit his lip hard and got up from the bed. You were getting close, heart racing, and you whimpered when Colson demanded, “Stop.” You moved your hand away and your pussy throbbed and clenched around nothing. You’d been closer than you thought, and it almost hurt to stop. 

“Colson,” you whimpered in protest.

“No, baby, I wanna make you come,” he said, leaning over your body. He lifted the hand you’d been using on yourself and took your fingers into his mouth, sucking your arousal off of them as his eyes held yours. Dropping your hand, he held himself up with one hand on the chair and his other hand went to where yours had just been. Your head fell back as the pads of his fingers went to your sensitive clit. He bit his lip and groaned softly. “So wet.”

Your back arched as he rubbed quick circles against your clit. Finally, he dropped to his knees, keeping one hand focused on your clit while inserting two fingers from his other hand inside you. “Colson, fuck,” you gasped, writhing on the chair as his fingers curved, hitting your g-spot. You were so overwhelmed by the pleasure, your orgasm flying at you now. 

“I-I’m coming,” you warned, and then you were squirting on Colson’s hands and chest, his fingers sloshing as he continued to finger you at lightning speed. As he continued to rub your clit, one orgasm melted into another and you writhed, tears squeezing from the corners of your eyes from the pure pleasure of it all. 

Finally, Colson pulled back from you, and now it was your turn to come down, panting and shaking. “Goddamn,” you sighed, and Colson chuckled. You looked up at him and grinned. “I love you, you know?”

“I love you, too,” Colson said. “Come here.” He scooped your exhausted body from the chair and took you to the bed where he wrapped you in his arms and snuggled you close. “Thanks for, uh, doing that for me.”

“Any time, baby,” you said with a smile, and meant it.

[remnantglow]

Hi! Do you have any recs of classic, lesser known sci-fi books? One of my friends is putting together a reading club and she wanted to add more short (around 200 pages) scifi from lesser known/non English speaking authors, and while I've been helping her out with other genres I'm really our of my depth when it comes to scifi 🥲 (and google is just showing me the same 5 books and sponsored ads) thanks in advance and sorry the criteria is so specific

BABEL-17 BY SAMUEL R. DELANYYYYY i cannot stress this enough. Babel-17 by Samuel R. Delany!!!

can't think of anything else (well. anything good) that ticks all ur boxes unfortunately :( but maybe if you're willing to check out some stuff slightly longer than 200 pages?

The Intuitionist by Colson Whitehead (more speculative fiction that scifi specifically but it is SUCH a banger.)

The Fortunate Fall by Cameron Reed (cyberpunk cult classic - technically not available rn bc it was out of print for ages but it's finally getting republished this august!)

[laiqualaurelote]

hi!!! i just reread your ted lasso heist au and genuinely so very good and well-researched (i was very impressed with the turner anecdote, and the tube-conversation beard and ted have). I’ve yet to read your station eleven au (because im waiting until i buddy read station eleven this year) but im SURE that will be too. in the spirit of that do you have any book/tv/media recommendations that inform or influence your fic(s)?

hello anon thank you for your kind words! I read pretty widely and wildly and if I were to list all my recs that I have been influenced by we would be here for yonks. In the footnotes of chapter two of they will see us waving from such great heists, I list a number of heist films and TV shows that I drew inspiration from, but one of them is a novel: the criminally underrated Harlem Shuffle by Colson Whitehead. It's set in 1960s Harlem, New York, and features a furniture store owner who wants to be an upstanding member of the Black community but keeps getting dragged into fencing stolen goods. I think Colson Whitehead is fantastic, and I particularly appreciate the respect he shows for genre fiction - he'll knock out a zombie apocalypse thriller or a heist caper with just as much love and care as he does the stuff that wins him Pulitzers. There's a sequel, Crook Manifesto (set in the 70s), which came out after my fic, but would probably have influenced it too.

I hope you enjoy all the men and women merely players! if you thought these were well-researched then oh boy wait till you see that one.

[heavenlyyshecomes]

hello! do you have some book recs about generational trauma?

the god of small things (roy), the radiant emperor duology (parker-chan), the silence of scheherazade (suman), a tale for the time being (ozeki), the blind earthworm in the labyrinth (nitiprapha), the broken earth trilogy (jemisin), burnt sugar (doshi), hisham matar's writings to name a few.

other recs (which i haven't read): on this earth we're briefly gorgeous (vuong), red at the bone (woodson), hope (ridker), the water dancer (coates), pachinko (lee), and the writings of toni morrison, colson whitehead, yaa gyasi, etc.

[litrouke]

played January a while ago and it was awesome, wondered if you've read Zone One by Colson Whitehead since they feel vaguely similar (literary zombie story)?

I have not, but based on the wikipedia summary, it sounds excellent! adding it to my TBR list. thanks for the rec and glad you enjoyed January

[obsessioncollector]

Do you happen to have any book reccomendations for books with an unreliable narrator and some kind of (sort of) anti-hero? I’ve been curious, but almost all recs are for mystery, murder mystery, or just outright following the direct villain types and I’m considering looking for ones that just look at the ethics of the main character in a limited perspective.

Hi!! Here are some books that come to mind, not sure if they're exactly what you're looking for but worth checking out :) Some of these are probably obvious suggestions but I'm mentioning them just in case. Also anyone reading this, feel free to add on, I'm sure there are many I forgot!

Lolita and Pale Fire by Vladimir Nabokov

We Have Always Lived in the Castle by Shirley Jackson

Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier

Dom Casmurro by Machado de Assis

The Notebook, The Proof, The Third Lie by Ágota Kristóf (I think this one was originally three short novels but in English publication they combined it into one volume)

House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski

Notes from Underground by Fyodor Dostoevsky

The Private Memoirs and Confessions of a Justified Sinner by James Hogg

Absalom, Absalom! by William Faulkner

The Iliac Crest by Cristina Rivera Garza

A few other books that I wouldn't straightforwardly categorize the way you described but might still be of interest (all of them are really excellent imo):

A Personal Matter by Kenzaburō Ōe: Including this one because you mentioned ethics and the narrator is quite pathetic and repulsive, but in a way that's often encouraged (or at least not discouraged) by the society around him.

History of Violence by Édouard Louis: The narrator himself isn't particularly unreliable, but the story’s told through an interesting framing device—he’s listening to his sister recount an attack he survived and mentally noting when he disagrees with how she describes it or characterizes him, so it plays with narrative.

A Hero of Our Time by Mikhail Lermontov: Classic multiple narrator/book within a book situation

The Intuitionist by Colson Whitehead: The narrator isn't knowingly withholding information from the reader, but there are a bunch of twists and turns that keep you guessing (you discover them as she does.)

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Because Marvel has been antifascist literature since 1941, motherfuckers. That means if you're scum who votes for republican or democrat, and thinks that we should all just make room for fucking racist, misogynistic, queerphobic, ableist jackasses then Joe Simon, Jack Kirby, and Stan Lee wouldn't claim you. And I don't, either😘

#notsorry

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[librarycards]

xala, for the book recs

omg i hadn't heard of this one before!

added to TBR | on my TBR | couldn’t finish it | did not enjoy | it was OK| liked it | loved it | favorite | not interested

my recs:

Colson Whitehead, Sag Harbor

Nikolai Gogol, Dead Souls

Charles Yu, Interior Chinatown

Franz Kafka, Amerika

[thegreatimpersonator]

off topic but i’m trying to get back into book have any recs?

Ugh same I’ve been in such a reading slump lately. My favorite book is Educated by Tara Westover, anything Joan Didion is great but my personal favorite is A Year of Magical Thinking, also random ones I loved was The Nickel Boys by Colson Whitehead, Know My Name by Chanel Miller, Cultish by Amanda Montell, and If We Were Villans by M.L Rio.

[runesandmoons]

Mmm this was delicious 😋 as a Taurus, I can definitely confirm we don’t like to give up control, but to imagine Colson like this…good lord 🤤 it was almost too much at times, but in the best way

no control

Colson x Reader

Warnings/Tags: Smut (18+), swearing

Synopsis: In which you want Colson to give up control for once.

Requested? Yes! "Hi could you write some smut where Colson gives up control for the night and the reader makes him lose his mind because he feels so good😭"

If there was one thing you knew about Colson, it was that he liked being in control.

Not even just sexually. He needed control over everything in his life: his career, his friendships, the way people spoke and thought about him. And when he couldn’t get that control, he would get frustrated. 

You and Colson hooked up pretty often. You weren’t exclusive by any means. Just some fun here and there whenever one or both of you were feeling horny. Because you weren’t in a relationship, he didn’t have control over you, but he did in the bedroom. And usually, you were more than happy to give that up. 

You loved struggling to walk after an encounter with Colson, or the way the skin on your ass stung from his handprints. The way your hips or thighs or breasts would feel tender from his teeth and fingers. The occasional burn on your wrists from handcuffs or rope. You couldn’t deny that you loved it all. 

But sometimes, you wanted to take control, to see what Colson would be like if he finally gave up control, even for just a night. 

Colson had called, sounding frustrated and emotional, and you’d invited him over. He sulked into your place the second you opened the door, hood of his sweatshirt pulled over his head. He stalked right to your bedroom and you followed behind, brow furrowed in concern. “Kells,” you said. 

He tossed himself onto your bed, his back to you, and your frown deepened as you climbed onto the bed, raising a hand to touch him but then letting it fall. “Kells,” you repeated. “You okay?”

He rolled over then, looking up at you, and his jaw twitched as his hands found your hips, pulling you to straddle him. He lifted his upper body so his hand could grasp the back of your head, and then he pulled your lips to his, kissing you hard. You couldn’t help the little moan that fell from your lips as your mouths collided, and you allowed him to pull you down with him. 

Suddenly, a burst of confidence flashed through you, and you grabbed his wrist and pinned it to the bed. Then, you nipped at his bottom lip and he grunted, using his free hand to push your shoulder so the kiss would break. He frowned at you and tugged his wrist free. You frowned, too, then grabbed both of his wrists, and pinned them to the bed, hard.

“What are you doing?” he muttered, yanking his hands free and flipping you onto your back. Your breath hitched as he hovered over you, staring down into your eyes. 

“I want to take control for once,” you snapped, surprised by the bite your tone held. Colson blinked, looking a little confused. “You always take control. Give it up. Just this once.”

“I don’t want to,” Colson muttered, pressing your hips into the bed. 

“Why not?” you bit back. “What are you so scared of?”

“Shut up, Y/N,” Colson mumbled, jaw twitching. He refused to meet your eyes. 

“No really,” you said, sitting up. “What are you so scared of, Colson?”

His shoulders slumped and his face reddened with anger. It was a little scary, but you weren’t really afraid of him. “I have to be in control,” he said tightly.

“Why?” you pushed.

“Because I have to!” Colson roared, a vein popping out in his neck. He huffed, then buried his face in his hands. He was breathing hard and you put your hand to his shoulder. 

“Colson, no you don’t,” you said, voice much gentler. “You can trust me, baby. Please. Just let me take care of you for once.”

Colson’s hard breathing began to slow, gradually, and finally, he removed his hands from his face. He looked a bit wrecked, but he was listening. “Please, Kells?” you asked quietly. Colson was silent for a long moment, and then, finally, he nodded. 

Your first move was pulling his sweatshirt and t-shirt over his head. “Get on your back,” you insisted, and he followed the direction. You straddled him again, and this time, you were a bit more gentle when you pushed his wrists into the bed. He fought back just a little, but when you gently shushed him, his muscles relaxed. He was silent as he watched you, and that’s when it hit you: he really was scared. Scared to lose control. Scared to let someone else control him. 

You leaned down, brushing your lips over his ear. “I’m not gonna hurt you, Cols,” you murmured, kissing beneath his ear. He drew in a breath. “I promise, baby. You can trust me.” Colson’s heart pounded hard against your chest and you moved your lips to his, kissing him slowly. Long, languid, drawn out kisses that had him sighing when you pulled away. You could feel him start to relax beneath you, even if just slightly. 

You broke the kiss to move slowly down his body. His eyes never left you once as you dragged your lips slowly over his neck, then his chest, and finally, his stomach. Your teeth gently grazed his hip bone and he sucked in a breath. You could see where his sweatpants were straining against his erection, and you smirked just a little at the reminder that you were the one to cause that. This man, whom everyone wanted, was turned on by you.

He lifted his hips as you tugged his sweatpants down, leaving him only in his tight boxer briefs, which were made even tighter by his hard dick. Colson was tense, mouth clamped shut as you eyed him in his boxers, and then you brought your hand to his cock and squeezed. His eyelashes fluttered and he let out a soft grunt, but his mouth stayed closed. Slowly, you stroked your hand up the length of him, which caused his thighs to tense. 

It had been a while since you two had been together, and despite the fact that you weren’t exclusive, you were pretty sure Colson hadn’t hooked up with anyone else in your absence. As his breathing grew labored, your suspicions were confirmed. He was way too sensitive to have been with someone else recently. 

You took your time with him, enjoying the rigid length concealed in the tight fabric, twitching and throbbing as your hand moved faster. You were sure Colson wanted you to take off his boxers and put his cock in your mouth, in your lubed hand, somewhere else, but he was staying silent. You wanted him to beg for more. 

You got off the bed and Colson watched your every move as you took down your leggings and straddled him again. You pressed the underside of his cock right to your pussy and ground forward, which finally loosed a moan from his lips. He clamped his mouth shut again, eyelashes fluttering as he breathed deeply through his nose. Leaning down, you pressed your lips to his neck as you continued to grind on him, your pace speeding up as his breathing did. 

Suddenly, his eyes closed tightly and he made a little, strained noise as his hands clenched into the sheets. You’d never seen him like this before, and it encouraged you to move faster, to keep grinding on his dick, providing just enough friction to tease him. Suddenly, his eyes flew open, and he looked almost panicked, but then, a gasp caught in his throat as his mouth dropped open. His hands went to your ass and squeezed hard as his hips twitched up. His skin flushed pink and his head fell backwards as an almost pained moan fell from his lips, and his hips jerked against yours. A quick glance down revealed a spot spreading in the front of his boxers. Holy shit, you thought. I just made him come without even taking his boxers off.

Colson trembled, shuddering as his body relaxed beneath you. His eyes remained closed and his cheeks remained pink. He was embarrassed, and it was honestly kind of cute. You pressed a kiss to his swollen lips, and finally, he opened his eyes. His breathing slowed as you held eye contact with him, and he looked unsure at first, but slowly seemed to relax. 

“Hey,” you murmured. “That was hot.” Colson flinched, ever so slightly, and you shook your head. “I mean it. You have me so wet, Col.”

Colson’s throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. “Let me feel you,” he croaked, finally letting his voice out. You scooted your hips back just a little so Colson’s hand could cup you over your panties. The heel of his hand rubbed against your clit and you whimpered softly. Grinding on him, making him come like that, it had you ridiculously turned on. Colson’s eyes held yours as his hand descended into your panties, and his breath hitched when he found the slickness between your legs. “Holy shit,” he breathed, pulling his hand away and examining his glistening fingers. 

“Think you can go again?” you asked sweetly, and he nodded as he tugged down his boxers. Sure enough, his dick was either still hard or already hard again. “Good. I want you to get behind me, and then, don’t move.” Colson did as he was told as you got to your feet and stripped out of the rest of your clothes. Then, you climbed back onto the bed, getting on your hands and knees. 

You looked back over your shoulder at Colson, whose eyes were glued to your ass until he realized you were looking at him. Then, his baby blues found your eyes. “Be a good boy and stay still,” you told him. He swallowed hard and his eyes flew back down as you slowly moved your hips back, sliding his hard cock inside of you slowly and with total ease. Colson’s brow furrowed and groaned deeply, hands curling around your hips. He started to thrust forward and you clenched around him, tightening your ass so he couldn’t move you forward. “What did I just say?” you asked. Colson blinked at you and nodded. 

You stayed there for a long few moments, your ass pressed to his hips as you held him still inside of you. You knew it was driving him crazy, but still you waited. Until, finally – “Please!” he blurted. 

“Please, what?” you asked.

“Please, Y/N, move, fuck me, just, mm. Please!” You were surprised at the desperation in his voice, and at his willingness to continue to give up control. You bit your lip and moved forward before slamming back onto him. He cried out, hips stuttering as you finally started to move. You kept it slow so you could feel every hard inch of him sliding in and out of you, and because you knew it drove him crazy. “Uhh, fuck, pleasepleaseplease,” he babbled, and you knew you finally had him. He was all yours. 

You started to move faster, finally giving him what he craved, and a raspy, relieved moan fell from him. You glanced over your shoulder at him as you moved, and god, you’d never seen him so hot. Mouth dropped open, brow furrowed, eyes squeezed shut as you moved. The power you had over him only made you wetter.

You pulled off him and his eyes opened. “On your back,” you said, and he scrambled to do as he was told. You straddled his hips and held his cock at your entrance, taking him in inch by inch, painfully slow. Your thighs trembled as you took him to the hilt, and then you began to roll your hips. Your hands splayed on his chest and you bit your lip hard as waves of pleasure rippled up and down your spine. 

“God, you feel so good like this,” you managed, circling your hips for a moment before continuing to fuck yourself onto him. Colson was biting his lip so hard that he was sure to draw blood if he didn’t stop. “Come on, Cols, let me hear you,” you encouraged. “Tell me how good it feels, baby. Just want to make you feel good.”

Colson wasn’t much of a talker in bed unless it was dirty talk. He wasn’t one to verbally acknowledge his own pleasure other than a few curses here and there. You wanted desperately to hear him, to know how good you were making him feel. You knew it was hard for him to let go, but you wanted it so badly. 

“Uhh, god, Y/N,” he gasped. His voice trembled. “That feels s-so fucking good.” 

“Yeah?” you responded, rolling your hips down harder. 

“Fuck, don’t stop, please,” he begged, writhing beneath you a little. He threw his head back, reveling in the pleasure, and you leaned forward to kiss his neck. His hands found your ass and squeezed, but he wasn’t moving you, just holding onto you. 

“Yeah, baby, that’s it,” you encouraged him, your own hips jerking a little at the new angle, at the delicious pressure on your clit. “Fuck, Colson,” you gasped. 

“You fuck me so good,” he moaned. “God, I’m getting close…”

“Me too,” you whined, pushing up again. You wanted to watch his face when he finally let go. And you wanted to come together. You pressed your hand between your two bodies, fingers finding your clit. You whimpered and threw your head back in pleasure as your thighs started to tense and heat built in your stomach. 

“Oh shit,” Colson gritted. “I-I’m gonna come, baby-”

“Wait for me,” you pleaded. “Cols, please!” 

“Fuck it,” Colson muttered, shoving your hand out of the way so he could touch your clit instead, and suddenly, it was too much. Your pleasure spilled over as orgasm crashed into you so hard that the cry that left your mouth was totally out of your own control. And as you came, you could feel Colson coming, too, pressing his hips up into you as he moaned, louder than you’d ever heard him. You did your best to keep moving on him, helping him ride it out, watching his face as he fell apart. 

Finally, you slumped over him, your head on his shoulder. Colson’s arms tightened around you, holding you so tightly that his arms began to shake. You slid your arms around his neck and held him equally as close, not wanting to pull away. Neither of you did for a very long time, even as his dick started to soften inside of you. Finally, reluctantly, you pulled back and hurried to the bathroom to clean up.

When you returned, Colson was cleaning himself off, too, tossing tissues into the trash can. His eyes found you as you left the bathroom, and he looked timid, something you’d never seen before from this cocky man. “Hey,” you said quietly as you crossed the room to where he sat.

“Hey,” he murmured, hands going to your waist as you stood at the side of the bed, bracketing yourself between his legs. He looked up at you and you held his face, leaning down to kiss him softly. 

“You okay?” you asked against his lips and he nodded.

“Thank you for that,” he murmured. 

“For what?” you asked, pulling back slightly. 

“For helping me give up control,” he said shyly. You just smiled and kissed him again before pushing him backwards onto the bed. You snuggled up beside him and the two of you fell asleep together, feeling safe and content.

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EST19XX MASTERLIST

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Colson

ONESHOTS

At Your Back and By Your Side

reader insert, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, 3.9k

you show up on colson’s doorstep in the middle of the night. he takes care of you and helps you start to process what has happened to you.

warnings: anxiety and panic attacks, mentions of a violent sexual assault

BLURBS

highlighter

Rook

ONESHOTS

From Bathroom Mirrors

reader insert, fluff, 2.3k

you and rook do the quarantine date trend for your first anniversary

warnings: swearing, brief sexual references (female receiving oral), cringey fluff because i can’t write

Duty Calls

reader insert, fluff, 1.1k

rook and your daughter make pancakes

warnings: none

[jae-writes-fanfiction]

Happy Friday Saturday you delightful Mother Fuckers!

These are some fics that I read recently! I’m working 11-11 overtime this weekend and missed posting yesterday sorry folks!

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First off is this new multi-chapter fic from @nellblazer:

It’s a Far Cry/MCU crossover as you can see and I just love how Nell writes dark!MCU and crossover fics. It features a variety of our MCU faves with a female reader. The characterization is always on point and the elements blend way better than I ever thought possible. There are currently four chapters and I can’t wait for more! 10/10 because I’m a sucker for the dark and twisty and the smut-leaning chapters are just that good.

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Then we’ve got this monster of a fic/series by @shurisneakers:

This fic/series boasts 14 chapters of Sam Wilson x Reader content with a forthcoming epilogue. It’s a whole ass novella filled with twists and turns and it’s hard for me to gush properly without going into spoilers. 😂 It had the vibes of a well written action thriller. 10/10 if this was a movie I would watch it all of the time.

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Up next is this ongoing series by @kellyn1604:

This series currently boasts two expertly written parts featuring Jareth x Sarah with more to come. This series is written by an adult for adults and the sheer depth of the language and content shows and it is refreshing! What she does so wonderfully with writing for Labyrinth is how complicated the relationship dynamics are, and what I like the lost is how she tackles Sarah. Her age, the complexities of growing up, of loss and trauma- its navigated with an impressive ease. 10/10 It’s also some of the most enchanting fiction I’ve read in a while and I’m patiently looking forward to more, should the inspiration rise.

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And last but not least I finally read through the last of this series by @laketaj24

This series is composed of Serotonin parts 1-3 and a new one-shot, It’s a No from Me. They’re all Colson Baker/MGK x Black!Fem!Reader. The series includes a generous amount of smut, drama, and feels. I particularly love how Laketa writes intense emotions. Wether is fighting, loving, or desperate need- the language is so compelling and folks I can’t recommend it enough. 10/10 get on that tag list folks I wouldn’t want to miss any MGK fics of Her’s!