#colm x reader

you don't know what you were thinking when you said that, but you couldn't say much anyway, not when you were bent over the dining table, his hand was already dug into the strands of your scalp; pushing your pretty little face right onto the table.

"wahh—nnghh, hah, mmf! h-harder pleasef-" you whine out as his cock kisses your insides, making obscene sounds neighbors would complain about. your entrance squelched loudly every thrust that slapped against your ass. literally hissing at the burn of how far his cock stretched you out.

"o-ohh, fuck—yeah, you really... haahfuck, want my kids in you, yeah?" throwing his head back promptly, he felt so insanely turned on by how hard your tight pussy was clenching onto his dick, it felt like it was about to snap off of him.

"nngh, hah... r—rob, f—uuck! s'good...!" you moaned loudly into the surface of the table; you shut your eyes close, your words fumble as your cheeks indent into the counter, your shorts pooled at your ankles. hands grasping at the fat of your hips, continuing with merciless pistons of his hips into yours.

his smile grows into a smirk, watching your hole let his cock sink into you; your entrance shudders around him, making him twitch in return; your hands grip at the wood of the table, barely holding onto to it,

"f—fuck, i'm gonna... gonna fuck a kid into you." you gasped, lip quivering as you shudder under the pressure building up in your stomach. "they're gonna be so fuckin' adorable, jus'—haah, imagine... their cute lil' faces.."

his hand adjusts its grasp in your hair, lifting you up so he could see your face better, "jus' look at th—eir beautiful fuc-fucking parent they're g—haah-gonna have... y-your eyes... and my head of hair."

"fuuuck, you feel th—aat? all for you, angel." he cooed into your ear, his finger tracing your jaw gently as you continue to whine in pleasure. the helpless rolls of his hips into yours spiked euphoria up into you, "ahhn- rob, w—what would you w-wanna name her i-if she were a girl."

a hard thrust spears right through you, "roxanne sounds good, don't you think?" he smirks, pulling your head up by your hair; one arm now holding you up as he continues to hit your insides up. "god i'm gonna be very... hah.. confused if you don't get pregnant, mmm—by t-tonight."

you didn't know if you felt overwhelmed or not, but god were you crying so fucking happily; you haven't had anyone fuck you at all, not anyone good at least. "e—every other guy that's fucked you never got you this pleased, mmm?" letting out a huff through ragged words, he was so in love with you.

"fuck, i needed this. needed you." he mumbled into your skin, your skin scattered with bites of love blessed your shoulders and collarbones, your legs were already quivering, twitching even; his pace was one you weren't even aware about.

he grinned at how helpless you were, god was he just loving this, no matter how little sleep he got last night; this fully woke him up, of course it would. he hadn't heard you moan like this since the first time you two got to make out, and that was a while ago. you two never thought of having kids... well, until you brought it up. which would be now—two weeks after your wedding.

"holy shiiit, god you feel so fuckin' good, baby—mmmfuck! hold it right there, angel, right there." he could tell with the way you were being pushed to your climax, that's when you would clench around him hard, although it already was a tight fit on your own. his voice was like a growl of that an animal, animalistic and sharp thrusts that made you shiver.

"nnh, ahhh— fuck i-i think i will, rob, mmn please!" you whimper, he loved to hear the desperation in your voice grow. "i'm gonna breed you, im gonna fucking breed you, fuckfuckfuck—"

his arms surround your waist before you felt your climax strike in unison with spurts of come that touched your womb, making your eyes roll back into your skull, you both moan loudly in unison,

juices mixed with both yours and his drip to the floor, you lean backwards, your head landing onto one of his broad shoulders, his muscley arms keep you in place. "fuck, you did good, angel. so, so proud of you."

you smile weakly before giving a shy kiss onto his lips, your hand on the back of his head. "love you so much rob."

...

"BEEF DON'T DRINK THAT—"

cw: used hawaiian nickname/s ive heard from tv shows :sob:

royd was directly behind you, helping with dishes, you wash the dirt off, he scrubs the soap on, and you place them into the plate dryer, it was the life... except you felt like something was missing...

"thanks for helping baby." you reached up to kiss him as you take your dish gloves off, taking a seat on a kitchen counter nearby. swinging your legs as you smile at your husband.

"no problem, m'lady. anything else?" ... "would you be down to breed me?"

his eyes widen for a moment, showing his clear surprise until it fades into a smile; "y-you what, my love?" his glance moved over to the sink, cleaning the dirt built at the bottom to avoid looking you straight in the eye, "where are you looking, roy? come on! i wanna know if you've been thinking what i have recently!"

"i have been thinking.... ever since we got married, but ehh... i din know if ya wanted 'em too." he sighed, rubbing the back of his nape, you laugh a little at his response,

"don't worry, it's just a question. but i... i want you to feel good too." and there you go, he couldn't even stop you because god he's been wanting a few for a long, long time. but why would he ever force you?

"sorry, i'm just— i know it might... it might hurt, but i'm willing to take you." "keep talking, and i think i might."

you were already bent over the kitchen counter, his cock lined up right between your thighs, touching the very surface of your clit, but only merely using your thighs for friction and pleasure. "fuck, y—you feel amazin' ipo... haah."

you whined at the way he easily manhandled your thighs, your cunt getting wetter by the second; sadly only to be pleased by rubbing against your folds, and not actually inside you...

"i... i'll let ya think about dis, first, 'kay? i'mma fuck your thighs first..." his voice was soft, but god was his cock absolutely monster sized, your thighs could barely cover half of it, "nnh, but i wan' it now..." whining with plead so dearly, he usually wouldn't be able to resist, but he wanted you to be able to back out whenever you wanted,

after all it was your first time. he didn't want you to feel anything you didn't.

your clothes were somewhere over there, your legs were twitching around him making him groan with volume. you squeezed your thighs together on impulse whilst he slowly moved your lower body in and out the friction.

you felt your juices slowly dripping onto your inner thighs as well, his big mushroom tip pushing through the cleavage of your skin making you cry in waves of pleasure as he continued to over, and over again.

"you make it hard, hard n—not to thrust i-into you..." he coos into your ear, you could only get off to the rub you got from his shaft; "mmfuck, please, royd, i wan' it...!" you cried out, you don't know if this was his way of teasing,

he suddenly removed himself, and flipped you over to lay on your back. "oh my—fuck!" and there it was, barely an inch in and you could feel a singing burn, god did he stretch you out so, so badly. and you loved it so much; when the hell did he get tattoos on his cock?!

you could see his inked up shaft slowly enter inside you as you let out one long, loud mouthful cry of pleasure.

"do ya like it? cause sshit, you right.. you do feel nice..."

thirty minutes later, he had your legs up on his large shoulders, your body sloped up slightly, a very, very clear belly bulge was in your stomach, which only turned the both of you on all the more. "nghh—f-uuuckk, royd so good... mmn- sshit, so good!" you exclaimed, lust filling your entire body; his cock felt fucking amazing going up into your tight pussy,

"s-so fucking good for me, ipo..." he whispered into your ear, bending your body into a tight mating press, your face was clear with corruption as your eyes were consistently rolled back into your skull, back arching every thrust he gave you. loud squelches bounce off all the interior.

cw: brief usage of a foreign petname!

punch up, aka colm's hands were strong, you loved the way he could pick you up, and throw you around without any difficulty, which could probably be said about right now.

"ooh- nghh, f—uuck! colm, r-right there..." his arms lifted you up and down so so so easily, you swear you felt you were being split in half the way he had almost no doubt whilst fucking you up and down onto his cock.

only a mere mirror as his reference to see your expression, your body, and how your body reacted to his. watching the milky ring on the base of his cock grow in unison with his smirk, "y-yeah, y'like it, mo chride?" you moaned at the sudden use of the petname, and god did you love hearing his accent.

it was the first time you two got to fuck in a while, work taking up 3/4 his schedule; and now here he was, fucking his pretty little partner on the edge of the bed while he lifted them up and down, controlling the pace of how often his tip gets to hit your sweet, spongy core.

water droplets of sweat fell off your body, off your forehead, your arms, everywhere, you had just come out the shower, and he couldn't wait any longer to take you now. steam fogged up the reflective surface, yet he could still make out your figure through all of it. your bath towel was thrown to the side,

the air conditioner was loud with cool gliding over your body, making you shiver as you continue to ride him. gummy walls closed in around his cock, making him groan loudly as well, his shaft covered in your juices and his.

you shut your eyes close in euphoria, feeling him bulge into your tummy oh-so well. despite any rumor that he has a small dick, it could not be further from the truth.

"fuck, 'm g'na cum in ya, sshit!"

waterboy, also known as your herman, was shriveled up and submitting to your touch as you pulled on his tie. slightly choking him as you dipped your entrance on his cock once more; "ffuck, baby... s—so good... nnnh!" he whimpered underneath you, face flushed with embarrassment and pleasure.

his eyebrows knit together in pleasure, raising his face to look up at you with your finger, "look at me, herm, please? need to see your face when you cum inside me, 'kay?"

your voice was soft, and caring, just like the one he fell in love with, and god he wanted you even more whenever you treated him like this. pathetic when your warm cunt takes all of his big, nerdy dick inside you. watching it enter you was what turned you on even more than the praise you give him,

"f—uuuck! so.. good, mmf..." his voice cracked, he was so in love with how you control whatever happened right now, even as you placed his palms over your ass, and your hands land on his shoulders. " hold onto me, maybe you'll fall apart earlier than usual." ah, there was that adorable giggle, he was just eating what-fucking-ever you gave him,

"mmmn, fuck, i could do this for hours, k—keep mumbling like that and i might actually."

it was the first time you got to take your herman raw, usually he'd want to be safe, but per request, he wanted to take all of you on him, and he was happy he was the cause of that gorgeous bulge in your stomach.

"can see those hearts in your eyes, baby, you really like when i ride you, don't you?" you tease into his ear, playing with his hair gently, unlike the rhythm of your hips sinking onto his.

𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐌 (𝐏𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐇-𝐔𝐏)

Colm doesn't even gets his clothes off before he's fucking you into the mattress, he even thinks its hot power play.

Colm using his mustache and tongue to make you cum .

Even though Colm is short, he is just so much bigger in mass.

Colm never neglects your clit.

Trying out some gear Colm showed you.

Colm thinks you look better trembling in his lap.

When you tell Colm he isn't being rough enough.

Colm knows how to get your legs burning.

Colm who fucks you till your cross eyed.

Colm shows you how BDSM should be done.

𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑 (𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐑)

Victor fucking his little goth gf.

Victor gets shy when you turn the camera on.

Intimate breeding in Victor's kitchen after someone hits on you at the bar.

Victor loves ripping your fishnets and buying you more.

You love being Victor's nerdy gamer gf because he fucks you in his chair.

Victor thinks you were riding too slow, so he decided to help.

It's Victor's turn to prop you infront of a camera.

Getting Victor a clone of your cunt and he sends you this.

𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓 (𝐌𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐍)

Robert fucking you on his new couch you helped him pick out.

Asking Robert to use his work belt as a leash.

You have to wait to get permission from Robert to cum.

Needy morning sex with Robert after a shitty shift.

Robert and his stupid new watch he never takes off.

Robert doesnt just eat you out, he makesout with your cunt.

Touching yourself while Robert fucks you makes him crazy.

When Colm falls in love, he falls hard and fast.

He is a very good listener and he's very emotionally intelligent. For a guy who's motto is 'Punch now, think later', he's very in touch with his and other people's emotions. Something in your body language shifts? He knows how to read you and act on it.

He will do anything to make you feel like you're on top of the world.

You love flowers? He will find out exactly what type, although with a bit of struggle. But at least he can ask Coupe for help, she knows a lot about things he never had even considered learning like; flowers.

You love snacks? He will remember every single one of your favourites and if anyone tries to get the same as your favourite of a limited supply, he will defend it with his life. Anything for that sweet smile he gets when you get handed your favourite.

If your joints flare up, he will scoop you up in his strong arms, plant a kiss on your forehead and walk further without a word.

If you feel sad after a mission failure, he will make sure you're at least as comfortable as you can be with your favourite snack and drink in hand.

If you're happy, he will light up. His star is shining, so he must as well.

He is a bit worried about what you think about him and Coupe being friends as she is his ex, but if you get worried, he will do anything to prove that he is yours only and over Coupe.

He is not the biggest on PDA, but he doesn't mind if you want it, he just won't initiate it most of the time.

He will however dote on you. You need something, he will get it. He gets this stupid foolish grin on his face when he looks at you fight.

He's been told at least twice by Coupe that he looks like an infatuated princess from one of her books. He jokingly punches her side every time but he can't deny it, he is head over heels for you. He doesn't mind looking foolish if it means he gets to be with you.

He's a 'happy spouse, happy house' kind of guy.

Your feelings matter a lot to him, so he wants to communicate as openly as he can. If you're not big on sharing your feelings, he will wait until you do, giving you encouraging words.

He wants to be your safe space, he wants you to know that if you feel unsafe in any type of way, you can come to him and he will help.

When you're both alone, he will pull you into his lap and kiss you until your lips are sore. He needs you to know how much he loves you.

When you two lay in bed he likes to be the big spoon, but doesn't mind switching it up. He seems like a pretty relaxed guy.

-He’s a stand up guy, pun intended. The definition of a big explosion in a small package.

-Though that in itself is fairly inaccurate his actual package is anything but small. Thick, not just in stature but in endowment.

-Having those same beefy arms, those colossal hands slam you up and down his length like a ragdoll, that was not something you could have foreseen.

-The Irishman has girth. It’s not surprising, with arms the width of your head, you could assume a lot.

-Though being nearly split open on his fat dick was an entirely different experience in real time.

-Both mouth and pussy wide open as he fucks you dumb is dizzying.

-Your pussy is weeping, syrupy slick gushing and coating your thighs but somehow you still feel the stretch when his hips swing up.

-Those squelching noises of skin hitting skin are sinful, pornographic, and such a turn on especially for him.

-“Fuck lass, closest I ever came to tappin’ out!”. He’ll manage through strained grunts.

-That girth has you fucked up, fucked out, fucked dumb. You didn’t know she could get that wet, didn’t know she could make that much fucking juice.

-That stretch. He’s filling you, hitting every spot with just that thick cock.

-Every flutter of your cunt, every clench of your wall is his incentive. You’re riding him, but he’s riding your high.

-Every squirt, every sputter, every jerk is for him. His cock was causing your unraveling.

-That would do him in. “Motherfucker! Milkin’ me, lass!” His hot spent would be preceded by a series of more expletives and low groans.

-You’re boneless as you slump forward against his body.

-He’d somehow manage that hearty chuckle while he runs that big hand up and down your back as the two of you come down.

Rustling came from your pillow as you tossed and turned, your shirt rumpled from the movement as you tried to force your eyes shut.

It had been a long, horrible day, and you just wanted to sleep. But it didn’t come easily, as the anxious buzz of the last few hours had remained, driving you insane.

The sheets were soft and cool beneath your body, and the soft snores of Colm were soothing white noise, so the fact that you couldn’t silence your brain only pissed you off more.

You were a bit glad that your boyfriend was such a heavy sleeper, really. He was an excellent cuddler, and responsive to your movements or changing in breathing while you two were dozing off in each other’s arms, but he proved himself to be as alert as a brick wall, slumbering away, when he was laying back-to-back with you.

Cursing under your breath, you let out a heavy sigh as you plopped yourself down, right in the middle of your pillow, opting to lay on your back again as a last resort.

You lay there quietly for a moment, before a disgruntled mumble broke the silence.

“Mm… alright, love?” Colm’s voice cut into the soundless air, and you felt the bed shift as he turned over to face you.

“I’m fine.” You whispered, “Sorry to wake you.”

“Eh. Happens.” He shrugged, scooting closer to you and wrapping an arm around your chest, “What’s got ya’ tossin’ and turnin’, handsome?”

You pursed your lips in the darkness, gently lifting his deceivingly heavy arm up a bit to play with his hand.

“Restless. And just… kinda exhausted, but still running on adrenaline.” You admitted, “I figured I’d pass out by now, but…”

“No luck, then.” Colm murmured, “Wanna chat?”

You shook your head, but realized he couldn’t see in the dark, adding a quick verbal no.

He hummed, letting you move his fingers around with your own as his other thumb came up to stroke the back of your hand.

The pads of his fingertips were a bit rough, calloused from years of displays of strength, but you found that the rest of him was soft. Colm always was a bit of a furnace, so he was the perfect cuddler on a cold day.

He gave you taps on your hand, and you thought you saw him cock his head in the pitch black of your shared room.

“C’mere.” He moved up towards his pillow, laying down on his back as he guided you to join him.

You obliged, partially because he was so warm that you couldn’t say no. He had you flop down on top of him, and before you got the chance to say anything, his hand was in your hair, your temple resting safely against his chest.

Within minutes, you let out another deep breath, this one full of solid contentment, as his digits scratched oh-so-carefully at your scalp.

You were sure that, had you been born a cat rather than a human, you’d be putting louder than a motor. You felt yourself nuzzling closer into his skin, and a soft rumble of a chuckle rose from within him.

“I’m guessin’ this is better for ya’.” He remarked, to which you nodded.

“So much.” You breathed, craning your neck to look up at his face, spotting the enamoured glint in his eyes as he watched you, illuminated only by a paper-thin sliver of moonlight between the curtains.

You moved, letting yourself lay face-down on top of his torso, nose breathing warm air onto his collarbone as he tucked your head beneath his chin.

Absolutely nothing was more comfortable than this, to both of you. Just being there, in each other’s presence and coziness, was enough to lull even the most stubborn sleeper into a dreaming state.

And you were no better off. Within minutes, your eyelids gradually grew heavier and heavier, sinking deeper until they shut, the world around you blurring into a dark haze, one that you were happy to fall into.