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NEED a fic where reader babysits the kids/holly while they're at the house and henry shows his appreciation 🤭
live laugh read fanfic, - 📼
Put You Love In Hand In Mine(Henry Creel x fem! Reader)
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(Summary: Henry struggles with all the children he has brought to the Mind Scape, and hires reader to babysit and watch after them, in return he shows his appreciation for it.)
WordCount: 1.5k
(A/N: STRANGER THINGS 5 SPOILERS!! I hope you enjoy! Also it honestly can be read in a Gen!Reader, i didn’t really go into detail💀. Requests are always open! :D)
(Warnings!: Spoilers, NOT Proofread(sorry), Sexual indications, fluff, a bit dark, typical stranger things, Mind Scape, nicknames used, Henry's been watching reader for a while, reader is not as clueless as he thought, probably not canon.)
Masterlist : Req Info
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For once Henry was wrong about taking care of the children... At least all by himself but Luckily he had found the perfect person to do the job. A elementary school nurse who tend to the children with love and care as if they were her own.
He was pleased that she didn't have anyone else besides a dog to greet her when she got home. He couldn't place it but there was something different about her. Their conversation was deep but personable it made him... fell a type of way. Something he hadn't felt since the mind flayer consumed him entirely. But nonetheless she would be perfect for his plan.
One night after a conversation and tea he had made for after a hard day she had fallen asleep next to him on her living room sofa. He picked her up gently carrying her to the portal he had opened in the kitchen taking her to the mind scape he had created for the kids.
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She woke up feeling exhausted and confused of her surroundings as it showed that she was somewhere new a home that was not hers and a bed that was yes comfortable but not hers. Her clothes were also now changed into a 50s styled dress that was white buttoned top with a brown skirt that had a brown belt.
"I'm glad you're awake." A voice said next to her. She jumped up looking at him as he sat on the bed she moved away instantly getting off the bed he followed slowly moving towards her.
"W-what did you do to me? Who are you really?" She asked in fear as he started back at her. He froze for a moment at her question.
"I brought you somewhere safe. You were in danger." He replied. She looked at him confused.
"In danger from who exactly? Vecna? For all I know you could be him." She pushed back watching his jaw clench gave away the answer but then she all of a sudden she felt off..
She suddenly felt a massive headache suddenly come on before her surroundings blurred making her fall. He caught her instantly his fingers brushing the hair out of her face.
"It will all be alright little bunny. I won't let anything happen to you." He said before she blacked out.
Once she woke again her mind was frizzy but she felt oddly.. different. She was still in the same bed and house.
"Well. well. well. Look who's finally awake again." Henry said beside you once more. "You gave me quite the fright earlier, darling. I was worried you... suddenly collapsed."
"Henry why am I here?" She asked softly sighing. He smiled softly.
"For the children. We talked about how you would look after them while I was away ms. May." He replied with a smile.
Did she agree to this? When did that conversation happen? Suddenly a sharp pain in her head conjured as what looked like a memory start to play.
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"What?" She asked smiling. As her head was in her hand leaning against the couch while the other held a cup of tea that she could only assume he made for them as he was also holding a cup staring back at her before his gaze casted down before meeting hers again.
"I was wondering if you could watch the children while I was away. It's more challenging looking after them by myself besides it would be a great help for a nurse as well. And I trust you better than any other person." Henry said but it felt slightly off.. like a script monologue he wrote and practiced as well as her voice it sound fake. She blinked shaking off the ridiculous thought.
"Of course, I'll help! It can't be easy looking after all of them by yourself. I'd be happy to lend an extra per of eyes." She answered back with a smile.
"Thank you. I appreciate it." He said with a light smile.
"You don't have to thank me Henry. I'm more than happy to help." She reassured taking his hand in his he started down it with a smile.
"I must worn you. They call me Mr.Whatsit." He said.
"Ah, a nickname kids do that." She said smiling at the memory of one of the elementary school children that gave her a nickname.
"Perhaps, you could have one as well." He offered. Her eyes lit up lightly.
"I'd like that... how about Ms. May?" She asked looking at him. He pondered on the thought for a moment.
"Ms.May.. I think they'd like that.. it suits you." He replied they locked eyes for a moment before she looked away sitting her cup down on the table as her vision blurred.
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She came back to now as the headache diminished. Henry watched her intently.
"Oh... I must have forgotten.." she said, Henry smiled.
"It's quite alright. You bumped your head on the way here." He said. She nodded. "Come I'd like you to meet the children. I thought getting to know them a bit would help the process based on the state you're in."
"I think it's a good idea." She replied with a tight smile.
He nodded satisfied as he stuck out his hand for her to take which she did. He led her out the door and down the staircase she took in the sights of the house and hated to admit it but it was a beautiful Victorian house.
He lead her to a beautiful family room where all the kids sat doing their own thing, some read, some colored or drawed, or watched tv. They all looked up once they saw them getting up and rushing over to them.
"Is this the lady you've been telling us about?" One asked.
"She really pretty." Another said.
"He talks about you a lot." A third child asked. Some you recognised from coming to the nurses office others you didn't due to the fact they haven't come by the office.
"This is Ms.May. She'll be looking after you while I'm away. I wanted you all to get to know her before tomorrow." Henry said. The kids nodded grabbing her hand making her sit next to them on the ground as they told her about themselves.
From that day forward she had been looking after them and when he got back they'd make supper for everyone before taking them to bed.
Until one evening when he had asked her to come to his office as the children slept in the family room.
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"What did you want to talk to me about, Henry?" She asked her voice soft with a slight edginess as if she was calculating her own tone of voice.
He smiled before shutting the door. She froze upon hearing the lock bolt. He turned back around stalking towards her lightly.
"Henry.." She whispered her breath caught in her throat at the closeness. His eyes stayed on her his lips curving in a bone chilling smirk.
"I wanted to show my appreciation for what a good job you did today." He replied before taking her lips on his.
She hesitated but as the kisses continued she started to break letting out a muffled moan as his hands slowly traced her body. Her hands lightly grabbed onto his coat he helped shrug it off flying it to hang on the hook of the door.
He pushed her back against the wall of the door with his powers effortlessly as he slowly undid her blouse, lips still attached. He pulled away grabbing her chin with his powers.
"I'm going to break you little bunny.." He said with a darkness in his tone.
She froze upon hearing him feeling on edge about this whole situation but effortlessly falling for him. His eyes stared back dark with an emotion she thought they'd never reach and a hint of something else that couldn't pinpoint. While her eyes stared back in fear but with the same once willingly now unwillingly desire. His lips turned upwards in a small smile before placing his lips back on hers while his fingers slowly to begin unbuttoning her jeans.
He was right, she did break in more ways than one all while the children slept peacefully downstairs in the living room while blindly unaware of what was taking part upstairs in Mr. Whatsit office.
A/N- Honeymoon mornings with Leon are a dangerous thing, apparently. Let me know what you think!
Thank you so much for reading and staying with me- love you all 💖
CW- NSFW themes/implied smut, morning-after intimacy, suggestive dialogue, teasing, manhandling, light domaninance, semi-public embarrassment, language (mild swearing), married couple chaos, leon being an unhinged husband, strong sexual tension, horny husband behavior.
When the sunlight hit your face you turned, grumbling, the other way — toward your husband — and, without opening your eyes, you reached for him with one arm. Half-asleep, you didn’t really know what you were doing; maybe you were checking if he was still there, maybe trying to pull him closer. The place you’d chosen for your honeymoon was so hot that even the erotic things you’d done the night before had made things complicated. Luckily, you’d both thought to take a shower afterward.
As you slowly opened your eyes you noticed him hugging the pillow face down and you let out a little chuckle. Even though you were used to him like this, there was still that new-married kind of happiness inside you. You sighed and melted into his pull. Snuggling closer, you draped your arm over the exposed muscle of his back and threw your leg over his—settling into a different position.
You spent a few minutes rubbing his back. Finally Leon did that ridiculously masculine, perfect murmur and turned his head toward you with a grin. You were surprised. Wait—was he awake?
“Good morning, sweetheart,” he said. Damn.
“Uhmm… were you awake?” you whispered, trying to pull your leg back, but he wouldn’t let you—he made a fast move and hauled you into his lap, pressing your waist and lower body against him. You forced yourself not to make a sound. When you looked down you saw he was fully hard and, most likely, still wanting you.
When your lower body was pressed completely against him your breath knotted in your chest and an involuntary shiver ran up your spine. A small, nagging pride inside you was shouting “don’t make a sound,” but when you looked down that pride vanished. The man’s morning greeting was bold as hell—hard, heavy, hot. As if last night hadn’t been enough, he still wanted you.
Leon cocked his head with that infuriatingly sexy smile that clearly enjoyed your surprise. “I wasn’t awake. But the moment you threw that cute little leg over me…” he said, increasing the pressure of his fingers against your hip, and your breath hitched, “…I saw no reason to keep sleeping.”
The tiny breath you let out made him smile. “You’re blushing,” he said, with the smug confidence of a brand-new husband advantage.
You were about to say “Shut up,” but he silenced you by brushing his lips against your neck.
You couldn’t figure out how your body heated up so fast. Honeymoon bed, sunlight, bare skin, being held in his lap… all of it rewrote you.
“Last night wasn’t enough for me,” he murmured into your throat. “Not even close.”
He began to shift you, lifting your hips slightly to change position—just as the door knocked… knock… knock…
Leon’s morning grin turned into that “you know who’s at the door” look. He glanced quickly at the door and said, “Don’t. Move.”
But all you could think was: this man is actually dangerous at any hour. Not even eight in the morning stops him.
The door knocked again… knock… knock…
Leon didn’t take his eyes off you for a second. He even smiled, quietly angry, before his lips touched yours. “Whoever that is… they’re not more important than my wife.”
The way he said “my wife” was slow, deliberate, emphasized. The fact that you were newly married—just two syllables—melted you all over again.
A voice came through the door: “Sir? Breakfast service—”
Leon answered without pulling his mouth an inch from your neck: “We don’t need breakfast.” Then he paused for a beat and his voice dropped another notch. “I already have mine.”
Hearing it said that way doubled the heat radiating from your hips. The staff at the door were probably bright red as they walked away; Leon couldn’t have cared less. As the footsteps faded he gently laid you back onto the bed. His warm hands slid under your legs and tucked you under him comfortably.
He chuckled softly with his breath just above your lips. “Now… where were we?”
Your hands were on his shoulders; your breathing matched your heart’s quickening. “Leon, it’s morning,” you tried to say, though your voice shook and the sentence felt a little lie—because the morning light highlighted everything on your skin, your hair, your lips.
“Exactly,” he said. “Perfect timing.”
With one arm he pulled you by the waist toward him and placed your leg beside his hip. When his morning hardness pressed against your bare skin you made an involuntary sound.
He heard it.
His eyes darkened dangerously. “There it is,” he whispered. “Don’t hide it from me.”
As he began to kiss you slowly, his tongue had none of the tenderness of a sleepy morning; it moved with the leftover passion of last night. His hand slid from your ankle up to your hip in a way that melted you. Your body moved in time with him without missing a beat.
Just as he tried to pull you closer—phone started ringing.
Leon’s head buried in your neck and he let out a long sigh. “…You’ve gotta be kidding me.”
Your laughing against his shoulder made him go crazier. The phone kept ringing.
“Don’t. Answer. It.” His voice was less a request than a threat.
Still, the phone kept insisting. Leon scowled up at the ceiling for a moment before finally giving in and answering; his voice was still thick from sleep and from that “unfinished business” irritation. “Hello?”
From the other end came a chirpy, professional receptionist voice: “Good morning, Mr. Kennedy! We wanted to inform you that, since you’re on your honeymoon, our exclusive couple spa package is free today. If you’d like to—”
The moment you heard that word—SPA. Free. Honeymoon—your ears perked up. Even pressed flat under Leon, your thoughts were: I must go. Right now.
Leon answered, utterly indifferent: “We’re busy.”
“Busy?” the receptionist repeated, a little unsure.
Leon pressed you tighter: “Very. Busy.”
You whispered urgently, “Leon! They’re offering a free spa!”
He gave you a sideways glance without hanging up. “Sweetheart, I don’t need a spa. I can relax right here.”
Then he pulled your leg back up over his hip. But you? The idea of a spa had wormed into your head like a virus—bubbles, massage, hot stones, aromatic oils… breakfast or free spa? You tried to shift your legs to get up, but Leon had you plastered to his chest.
“Leon, I wanna go—”
“Nope.”
“Let me go!”
“Not happening.”
There was a few seconds’ struggle. The more you wriggled, the more he pressed.
Then a mischievous idea popped into your head. Keeping that innocent look, you moved your hips a little—then again—then more deliberately.
Leon’s breath stuttered on your chest. “Don’t you dare.”
You went beyond “dare.” When you ground your hips a bit harder his control slipped for two seconds.
That two seconds was your golden moment.
You twisted your leg and, in one quick move, flipped him beneath you. Leon blinked, trying to register what had just happened as you sat triumphantly over him like a victorious general.
“What the—” he started.
“SPA. I’m going. Goodbye.”
You were up in a heartbeat, hair a mess, sheet dragged like a cape, and you bolted for the door.
Leon collapsed onto the bed, a mix of stunned laughter and furious irritation. “Did you just—did you REALLY flip me to run to the spa!?”
You opened the door, still wrapped in the sheet, and laughed in triumph. “Yes. And I’d do it again!”
He tossed a pillow at you, but you were already in the corridor. A couple of neighbors glanced over, probably thinking, “What’s going on in there?” — did you care? No.
did you ever do the ethan landry econ kinktober i can’t find it 😢
I WAS AT ECON!
KINKTOBER ENTRY #6.
summ. was he really at econ, or was he too busy fucking you?
warnings:(almost) caught in the act, dom-ish ethan, subbish reader, ethan isn’t ghostface in this fic haha, secret relationship, immediate sex flashbacks, pretty much all smut, chad yells at ethan for like two seconds, reader rides ethan, use of y/n once :>
ethan was always an easy target. whether it was bullying, rumors, what have you. especially the ghostface rumors. he was always susceptible to those due to his quiet demeanor and weird interests in the stab movies. he knew it would come back to bite him someday-
for perfect example, right now. chad is ripping ethan a new one because this is the third time he hasn’t been present when ghostface showed up. coincidence? he thinks not. it just so happens that ethan doesn’t have an explanation.
chad is usually never the angry type, but he seems to have made an exception for ethan. “this is the last time im tolerating this shit. your story better be straight, or else i rip your throat out right here-”
all of the sudden, ethan blurts something out.
“i was at econ! i mean, me and y/n were studying for econ. a-ask her, she- she knows! i swear-”
chad looks at you, as if for confirmation. he raises a brow, and you slowly nod, almost hesitantly, validating his story. little do they know..
YESTERDAY
ethan’s cock finally impales you fully as you fully sit down on it, the dull, crown-like head brushing your sopping walls, eliciting a soft moan from you. “eth, fuck..”
“a-are you okay? you’re okay, right?- fuck!” all of the sudden, you start bouncing. you set a brutal pace, ethan’s toes curling in a last ditch effort to get him from cumming so quick. “wait, wait- holy shit-”
and then a knock on the door gets the attention of both of you.
“hey- ethan? do you know where chad is?” mindy’s voice, easily recognizable echoes through the door. he panics, but it doesn’t stop you. you keep riding him slowly, in desperate need for more friction. he snaps his hips up, making you bite your lip hard enough to draw blood just so you don’t make noise.
“don’t- don’t fucking move.” he whispers shakily, getting ready to answer mindy’s question. he clears his throat as he speaks. “oh, yeah- i think he went out- shit..”
“he went out? are you serious? he told me that he’d be here!” she groans dramatically, and ethan can easily infer that she’s most likely sinking down on the wall right now. not that it matters, anyway- because he’s too busy sinking his cock into your plush walls. he bucks his hips, grabbing yours to still you as he softly thrusts into you, giving you the friction you wanted.
“y-yeah, must suck- aah-” ethan lets out a strangled moan as you clench him particular hard, causing mindy to start.
“are you good?”
“yeah- just- um.. just cut- cut myself. shit…” he blabbers out a half-assed lie, his brain working solely on the desire to fuck you.
“do you want to help me look for him, or…?”
“o-oh, um, i-im- cumming! fuck- u-uh…” he finally reaches his climax, his hot cum pouring into you. bummer, you didn’t even get to finish. as black and white specks fade from his vision, mindy calls out to him.
“i’ll give you like, six minutes to get ready then, loser. im serious, ill leave you!”
“r-right…” he groans, slowly pulling you off of him. “i’ll pay you back, i swear. im sorry-” he cringes, seeming a bit embarrassed.
“who’re you talking to?” what the- mindy’s still here?!
“nobody!!”
a/n: i know i don’t really use y/n that much anymore but i really couldn’t find another way to incorporate it and im already irritated as fuck. this is the best yall gonna get.. im so burnt out lel
Robby would dump whoever he hooked up with a couple weeks after they'd meet. Dennis just never expected Robby to dump him just as fast.
Every day after their separation, Dennis still tried to talk to him. Just for Robby to give him the cold shoulder.
When Dennis walked into his shift, it was a slow day, nothing much happening besides a few minor cases. Robby noticed some bruises that went up Whitakers neck. He asked. Dennis answered a cold shoulder. Robby got upset but just seeing hickeys up Dennis' neck drove him wild. He knew he was the one to break up with the resident but it still boiled his blood.
Robby watched as Jack walked in, Jack's hand making soft contact to Dennis' lower back as he passes by. Robby didn't think much of it at first, Robby himself did that when passing by some of his coworkers, but when Dennis looked towards Jack's direction with that pliant, half-smile, he decided to follow Jack.
"What's your deal with Whitaker?" Robby would ask, his arms crossed as he and Abbot made their way to the rooftop. Jack just shrugged, looking over at Robby. "he's one hell of a kid," Jack grinned, his hand loosely resting on Robby's shoulder "but i don't have to tell you that, huh?"
"the fuck is that supposed to mean," Robby would sneer, stopping briefly as his eyes stared into Jack's. Abbot just scoffed, rolling his eyes as he kept walking up the stairs. "ask him yourself, Robby," He'd say, pulling his waistband down, flashing Robby the sight of a bite mark on his right ass cheek.
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Suguru’s jealousy simmers. It’s barely noticeable, but its there. And you come to this realization when he denies you of your cause.
“no.”
“Just this once suguru, come on!”
“Hell no”
He’s currently wrapped in his towel, hair loose and dripping and no shirt. Fresh from the shower you presume. Yet, he wears this irritated face as if he managed to convert all that hot water from his shower into anger.
A snicker comes from the bed, following by a haughty voice. “What’d ya do to make him so pissed, I wonder?” He glances up for a second, eyes fixing on your figure as you reach for another product on your vanity.
“Satoru, you arent taking this seriously.” Suguru bites back. He eyes his white counterpart, who is currently scrolling on his phone without a care in the world.
You roll your eyes at the two before going back to fixing your makeup. “The girls and I will be gone for like, an hour at best. Im not gonna get swiped the second I go outside.”
“Like that you probably will.” Satoru chimes in, again.
“People like you are the reason others feel the need to end it.” You snark
“Love you too sweets” That little fucker is taunting instead of helping your case, how useful.
You watch as Suguru approaches you from the mirror and leans over your figure. “Suguru, you’re gonna get me wet!”
“Where?”
“You know what I mean” He gives a boyish laugh before tracing his hands across your collarbone. Bending down to whisper in your ear as he drapes himself over you. Closer and closer to your face.
“Eugh, your shower evidence is gonna seep into my clothes, off. Now!”
“Quit being sassy. You really thought you’d go out looking this good? I cant stress this enough im afraid”
He pecks your neck and for a moment, your completely entranced as he breathes in your perfume. Nose snug in your neck as he narrows his eyes at you through the reflection.
Your breath hitches, but you dont falter. Not yet. “The point is that I look good babe.” You wiggle a bit in his grasp, watching his hands slither down to grasp at your hip as the other settles on your leg.
“You always look good. But I think you should stay in tonight” he grumbles, snuggling closer. “Really?”
He squeezes your hip. “Really.”
You can feel yourself folding under his grasp at an alarming rate, and by this point? You have half the mind to message utahime you wont make it tonight.
“Say, how about I show you something better? Hm? Im sure that we can arrange someth—“
“I GOT 76028 LETS GO?!”
You both groan.
Satoru rolls around, white tussled hair bouncing along in his excitement. All before he looks up with wide eyes
“Woah. Two hotties. We fucking or what?”
You sigh before wiggling out of Suguru’s grasp. “Im taking a shower.”
Suguru glared at satoru with a strained smile. “You just ruined the mood you dork”
cw: colt seavers x fem!reader ノ no use of 'y/n'. fluff. suggestive content. reader stays up late writing (me core). colt is mentioned to be bigger than reader. colt manhandles/carries reader. kissing. making out. some dry humping. implied smut. barely edited; all mistakes are my own
The apartment was dimly lit when Colt entered as quietly as he could, thinking that you were asleep. It was nearing midnight, and the shoot went into overtime (which the ADs and producers were so happy about. They weren't, like at all) since they couldn't get the stunt right.
Colt let out a small sigh as he took off his shoes, kicking them near the shoe rack, and hung his beloved Miami Vice jacket on the hook right beside the door. He was still covered in fake blood and dirt from the day, since he didn't even bother to shower in his trailer—Colt just wanted to get home, shower, and crawl into bed with you.
Colt walked into the living room and shook his head at the sight of you typing away at your laptop on the couch.
"You should be asleep." Colt chided tiredly, but there was an undercurrent of tenderness in his tone.
You blinked hard and looked at him with bleary eyes and a tired smile on your face. "You're home."
"Yeah, I am." Colt started to walk toward the couch. "Why aren't you in our bed right now?"
"I had an idea and couldn't stop writing." Your eyes were focused on Colt as he approached you.
"As happy as I am that you're writing, your pretty butt should be in bed with me and snoring your head off." Colt bent down and grabbed your laptop.
You let out a concerned noise, reaching for your laptop, but Colt turned away and made sure it was out of your reach, making you huff. "I don't snore."
Colt smiled but said nothing. He quickly saved your work before closing your laptop and putting it on the coffee table. "Yes, you do." He said, then rounded the table, grabbed you, and put you over his shoulder with ease.
You yelped as your world suddenly got flipped upside down. "Colt!" You exclaimed.
"We are going to bed right now!" You could feel the vibrations of Colt's laugh run through you, but he ignored you and walked towards your bedroom. You were stuck watching his ass (which you weren't really complaining at this point) as he took the two of you to the bedroom, where he unceremoniously dumped you on the soft surface of your bed. A small 'oof' escaped you, but a smile was on your lips.
Colt was quick to settle his body over yours, his face hovering above your own, a smile on his lips as he looked down at you.
"Hi." You greeted softly. Your hand came up and cradled his cheek.
Colt leaned into your hand. "Hey, you."
"You need to get cleaned up." You said as you rubbed at the fake dirt on his cheekbone.
"After I get a kiss. Then I shower, then sleep." Colt started to lean in, but you pressed your head back into the bed, clearly trying to avoid kissing him, and made his face screw up in offense. "Can I not kiss you now?"
You laughed. "Not when you stink too."
Colt let out a noise of offense. "I promise to shower after I get one kiss from you."
You looked at him with skeptical eyes. "Just one?"
"Mhm." Colt's eyes were darting from your gaze to your lips.
You sighed. "Fine."
You barely got the words out before Colt's lips landed against your own. You could feel his body sag against your own, letting some of his weight down, and pressing you into the bed as his lips moved against yours in a familiar and synchronized dance.
Colt sighed against you, and a feeling of calm and contentedness washed over him as he felt your soft lips against his. He deepened the kiss, his tongue tangling with yours as his hands started to move up the hem of your shirt to feel the warmth of your body against his calloused hands—a shiver zipped up your spine as you felt Colt's hands skim up your ribcage.
Colt bit your bottom lip before pulling away and pressing heavy kisses against your jaw and neck, nipping and sucking at the soft skin, his hips slowly rocking against your core as his hands settled just below your breasts.
"You still need to shower." You said breathlessly.
Colt pulled away from your neck and looked at you, seeing that your eyes were blown out with lust. "We can clean up later."
"We?" You asked, staring into Colt's eyes—you could barely see the blue in his eyes.
"You think I'm not going to make a mess out of you?" Colt's hands moved from under your shirt to your hips and squeezed. He was quick to shove you further up the bed. You couldn't help the heat rushing to your cheeks or how you clenched around nothing, his sudden manhandling, or at the sight of Colt's almost devilish smirk.
"Oh, sweetheart." Colt crooned as he leaned down once more, his nose brushing against yours. "Get ready, we're in for a long night."
a/n: im just like reader fr and wrote this at midnight LOL. god im so down bad for colt like please give me a chance PLEASE!! also this might turn into a whole smut fic in the future... who knows...
