kitswitchbitch

[kitswitchbitch]

yall ever just unfgjhiggggnnnggh

[kitswitchbitch]

So the prompt list! 10, 11, 25, 52 with dominant! Jimmy Darling plz? Like, drunk, a little enraged after a bad show Jimmy

yessss, omg, thank you so much for sending this in!!

NSFW BELOW (do not read if you are under 18)

Five to One

Pairing: Jimmy Darling x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Angry Jimmy, consensual rough sex, crying during sex, spanking, cunnilingus, teasing, impatient reader, a little bit of fluff but yeah it’s real smutty

Word Count: 3172

A/N: Okay, so in my mind, Jimmy is a more of a soft dom. I don’t think he’d actually wanna hurt anyone, but I think he’d like being in control… in this sort of situation, anyway. I think he’d get off on teasing and giving (we all saw his grin in the Tupperware party scene, right? Dude loves that shit).  I could also see him w a lil bit of a daddy kink, which I didn’t write here, but let it be known that I am down to write something like that in the future. I wasn’t super comfortable writing Jimmy as drunk in this situation, but I otherwise had fun with this prompt!! Thank u sm for sending it!! I was listening to ‘Five to One’ by The Doors while editing (hence the title bc I am apparently not that creative :P)… But truly, this song has BJE (Big Jimmy Energy), and I love it

P.S.: Making it canon that Jimmy has a pair of lucky socks.

“Thank you so much for coming, have a great night!” The muscles in your face ache from your overenthusiastic smile, and you can’t help but let out a shaky sigh of relief as the last audience members of the night pull out of the parking lot and drive down the road, waving weakly back at you.

Heading back into the main tent, there’s restlessness to your step. You chew your lip distractedly as you make a beeline for the stage, offering weak smiles to your friends as you pass them by. Carefully climbing onto the edge, you take a seat, allowing your feet dangle over the side of the raised platform, while you stare down at the ground beneath you, waiting.

It’s been a rough night, to say the least. First, while getting ready for the show, Jimmy couldn’t find his pair of socks, the ones that he refused to go onstage without. “They’re lucky,” he’d mumbled anxiously, moving with the speed and destruction of a tornado throughout your small trailer in his search, but to no avail.

Then, he’d been so busy being cornered by Dell (‘Over god knows what,” you think, bitterly) that he’d missed his cue to go onstage… I’m sure Elsa’s busy chewing him out for that right about now… you drum your hands against your knees in an attempt to quell your nerves over the situation.

Finally, halfway through his song, Jimmy’s microphone had shorted out, cutting his sound off completely. Now, your man is well-versed when it comes to handling a crowd, so it wasn’t long before he had the audience eating out of the palm of his hand, just as before. Still… you know he’d been flustered by the situation. And when he’d finally left the stage, passing by where you watched from the wings… You’d seen that glint in his eyes when they met yours.

The one that let you know you’d be in for a long night.

You can already feel a dampness between your thighs at the thought of what’s to come, and you’re in the middle of shuffling around uncomfortably when you feel a heavy hand grip under your arm, ready to help you up.

“C’mon, let’s go,” Jimmy murmurs, his eyes, you notice, a shade darker than usual. Taking the hand he offers, you nod, pulling yourself quickly to your feet.

The two of you walk speedily through the camp, to your trailer, saying nothing along the way. One of his hands holds yours tightly, the other balled into a fist as he glares ahead of him, tongue stuffed in his cheek, nostrils flared as he breathes heavily through them. You struggle to keep up with his pace, practically jogging to meet his strides, your heart racing for more reason than one.

When you reach your door, he holds it open, using a hand to beckon you quickly inside. With an anxious smile, you move past him, and he follows, quickly turning the lock behind the both of you before grabbing you by the hips, pinning you against the doorframe. You let out a surprised gasp when his warm body moves to press against yours, the cold metal of the knob persistent against the small of your back, sending a shiver up your spine.

“Fuck ‘em,” he mutters, his breath hot against your jawline and neck where he’s begun peppering starved kisses. “I’m done.”

“Y-you don’t mean that, Jimmy,” you stammer, eyes closing when he sucks eagerly at the hollow of your throat. “What happened?” your voice is barely above a whisper, and you struggle to hold back a groan as you wait for his reply.

“Dell’s being a prick, as usual, and Elsa’s cutting my fuckin’ song tomorrow night ‘As punishment,” he says in a faux commanding voice; you can feel the hurt in the last part of his sentence. “Saturday night, Y/N.  How can she fuckin’ do that? It wasn’t my fault.”

“Of course it wasn’t, honey, I-“ Your words cut off when his hands wrap around your waist, pulling your hips harshly against his own. You feel his member, hard and thick against your thigh, and this time you’re unable to suppress your moan; you feel Jimmy’s lips turn up against your shoulder, before he pulls back to look at you, eyes burning, that dark glint still present.

“What was that?” he asks, voice laced with voracity. His hands trail teasingly up your sides before landing on your breasts, gripping them roughly; the entire time, he’s watching you with that frustratingly sexy smirk.

“I… I-“ You’re cut off by your own gasp when he yanks your shirt over your head throwing it to the floor, still a mess from his earlier actions, without a second thought. His thumbs brush against your nipples, and he flashes his teeth, lustful grin beaming brightly, even in the semi-darkness of the room.

“Cat got your tongue, sweetheart?” he asks, voice coming out raspy; giving you no chance to reply, his lips meet yours, in a kiss that he’s quick to deepen. While your tongues are busy tangling, one of his hands drifts earnestly down your stomach, halting at the waistband of your skirt, teasing his fingers along the soft skin there. You sigh deeply against his mouth, stomach tensing, and he chuckles, pulling back slightly to watch you; your mouth opens wide in frustration and arousal, brows furrowing as you stare back at him. His hand that’d been toying with your breasts reaches around to grip your ass roughly. Your belly tightens further as his other hand continues to drift back and forth across your skin, from one hip, to the other, and back again; any small response you may have had gets lost in your throat. You let out a soft whine into Jimmy’s mouth, and he pulls away, an expectant look on his face as he waits for you to speak. With a small huff, your eyes bore into his, wide and pleading.

“I want… I-I want-“ You’re cut off when he attacks your neck once more with feverish kisses, and you let out an irritable whimper. There’s little else in the world that Jimmy Darling loves more than endlessly teasing you until you’re practically praying for his fingers, his mouth, his cock… Whatever he’s willing to give in the moment. And that applies even more so when he’s upset about something. Your hands grip his shoulders to help keep yourself upright, nails digging into the skin there, sure to leave crescent-shaped marks behind, something you know Jimmy loves. Your hips arch recklessly into his own; he lets out a low hiss as the contact against his length, grabbing your ass wildly with one hand, the other moving to grip your hip.

“What do you need, Y/N?” His teeth scrape against your skin lightly, and you struggle to control your breathing as your legs begin to shake underneath you. “If you tell me, I just might give it to you.” The promise in his voice has your wetness dripping down your thighs; you let out a shaky breath, swallowing a moan before finally opening your mouth to speak.

“I need you, Jimmy. Inside me.” His hand drifts just slightly inside your skirt, pressing gently just below your quivering stomach, and your hips buck into him of their own accord, thigh brushing roughly over his hard cock again, and it’s his turn to let out a gasp. “Please, Jimmy,” you beg. One hand moves to the back of his neck; you press your forehead to his, eyes pleading. “Please touch m- Oh!,” Your voice cuts off when his hand finally moves fully underneath your skirt, palm resting against your heat through your panties; he lets out a low growl when he finally feels how wet you are. All for him.

Hand stroking over your folds a few times, he can’t help but beam at the look of utter desperation in your eyes, before reluctantly, and without warning, removing his touch completely; your cry of frustration makes him stifle a laugh. “Get on the bed,” he whispers, voice coming out in a low rumble.

You’re quick to do as he says, knowing that the sooner you listen, the closer you’ll be to getting what you need. You make quick strides through the small space until you’re in the bedroom, where you move to the edge of the mattress, sitting down and looking up at him with wide, expectant eyes.

“On all fours,” he begins, moving to turn on the lamp by the dresser, bathing the room in a warm glow. His voice is barely above a whisper, pupils blown wide with desire. “Right now.”

Without a second thought, you’re turning around, moving to the edge of the bed, doing exactly as you’re told. Jimmy’s quick to lift your skirt up over the curves of your backside, and you find yourself holding your breath as he does so. Your underwear are soon discarded, when he carelessly slides them down and off your legs, fully exposing just what his antics have done to you. With an excited exhale, you turn your head over your shoulder to watch him, watching you. His darkened brown eyes eventually meet yours, and you find yourself having to bite back a whimper when they do.

“You’re so fuckin’ pretty… Such a perfect pussy,” he coos. Soon, he reaches his hands out, running them over your back, your ass, with the lightest of touches, until he reaches your thighs. His thumbs are mere inches away from the lips of your pussy, his hands moving slickly closer and closer to where you need them, but not quite reaching their desired destination.

“Please, Jimmy,” you mewl after several agonizing seconds of no movement, swiveling your hips in an attempt to make contact with his fingertips, but he’s quicker than you; with a chuckle, he reaches back, slapping your ass swiftly. The sound seems to reverberate throughout the small room. “Fuck,” you cry, reaching for your pillow and pressing your cheek against it as you look back at him with a frustrated glare; Jimmy only laughs.

“Please what, doll?” he asks with a raised eyebrow, massaging the red print he’d just left on your cheek with a soothing touch. You swallow hard, your brain struggling to find the words as his free hand ventured closer in; almost there.

“Fuck, touch me, Jimmy, please,” you implore, watery eyes blurring your vision as you stare back at him, frantic for some relief from the ache in your cunt.

“Mm, that’s what I wanted to hear,” he husks, and you’re forced to bite the corner of your pillow hard to muffle the scream that leaves your throat when, in a flash, he’s pulling your thighs against his face and swiping his tongue quickly across the length of your wetness. With a deep groan, he pulls back, pressing sucking kisses to your outer lips. “So fuckin’ sweet,” he murmurs, before moving back in to suck ravenously at your clit.

“Jimmy, oh my god,” you keen, the top half of your body falling to the mattress unceremoniously as he continues to drink you down; your mouth falls open in a silent scream when he uses his thumb to pull your lips apart. He moves in impossibly further and tugs your hips back, fucking you on his tongue with a low rumble that vibrates deliciously throughout your core, the hum seeming to echo throughout the rest of your body, into your bloodstream. Eyes rolling into the back of your head, you feel that familiar tingling mounting deep within you. When one of his hands moves to wrap around your thigh to brush harsh circles against your clit, you throw your head back, crying out. With a knowing laugh, Jimmy leans back slightly so that his gaze is able to meet your eager, needy eyes. He reaches up, brushing a hand against the small of your back with a gentleness that does not match rest of the situation.

“You okay, baby?” Jimmy asks, his tone entirely too innocent; he chortles when you give him an icy stare.

“Fuck me, Jimmy,” you answer, through gritted teeth. “Don’t be gentle.” Your tone and bluntness seems to make him impossibly harder; deep down, you know that what he’s craving is the same as you, and that he wants it just as badly.

“God, I love you,” he sighs, placing one last lingering kiss to your wetness before standing up, licking his lips with a cocky grin. He sheds his clothes quickly and you wait impatiently, a ravenous look in your eyes; it takes everything in you not to reach down to help yourself along while he takes his time, but you know it’ll be so much more worth it to let Jimmy work his magic.

“You ready for me, honey?” he asks, stroking himself roughly a few times before lining his hardness up with your entrance.

“What do you think?” you seethe; you have to physically stop your hips from bucking back onto him, impaling yourself; you can’t remember the last time he’d gotten you this worked up, and you genuinely feel that if you’re not able to cum soon, you might simply cease to exist.

“So impatient,” he tsks. But in the next second, he’s pushing into you in one effortless motion; you simultaneously let out delighted groans once he’s fully inside you, filling you to the brim, like nobody ever had before or would ever be able to. No one will ever be as good as Jimmy.

And you don’t want anyone but him.

“God, you feel like fuckin’ velvet around me,” he sighs, quickly setting an unrelenting pace. As he pounds into you, he leans forward, pressing his chest against your back, hands gripping your hips, using them as an anchor as he moves quickly in and out of you. “Always so hot and wet for me. So fuckin good, baby,” his words are tumbling into your ear in a whisper, a praise. Then he angles his hips up, just a bit, going deeper, hitting right where you need him; you feel a few tears of relief run down your cheeks, finally releasing the yelp you’ve been holding, the sound slightly muffled by the pillow.

“Y/N.” He pulls back somewhat, your name leaving his lips in a soft tone, surprisingly soft, given the situation. But it catches your attention, and you push back fervently against him; you can feel his sharp intake of breath when you do. “Honey, lift your head up, look at me.” Weakly, you raise yourself from the pillow, and when your eyes meet his, you see that they’re practically pitch black, pupils blown wide with longing. With a small smile, he reaches one hand out to brush against your cheek, thumb coming back wet. “You’re fuckin’ hot when you cry,” he grunts, wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you both up so that you’re on your knees. Bringing you into another heated kiss, his hands roam up to greedily grasp your breasts. The kiss turns salty as the last of your tears fall down your cheeks, and you begin to move erratically against him, the familiar fluttering in your belly and inner walls signaling the beginning of your high. You feel that damn smirk again and his lips leave yours as he pulls back to assess you.

“Already gonna cum, huh?” he teases, laugh tickling your neck as he reaches a hand down, ghosting his thumb over your nub, the pressure you’re craving just out of reach… You decide it’s time to up your game. With a wicked smile, you push back, clenching your walls hard around him; his movements stutter slightly, and you can’t suppress a giggle.

“Mhmm, and I’m taking you with me.” You lean your face back once more for a sloppy kiss, your shared moans getting swallowed by each other as Jimmy pulls you down on his length again and again and again until it starts to become overwhelmingly intense, for both of you. Taking your bottom lip between his teeth, he pulls back, breathing raggedly, sweaty forehead pressing to yours.

“Baby,” he murmurs, running his thumb faster against your clit, finally applying the pressure you’re yearning for; you feel his balls begin to tighten as you slide against one another, and you moan lowly, snapping your hips back with a bit more force, thighs tensing, muscles burning, as you do so. “Fuck.”

“Cum with me, Jimmy,” you plead. Wrapping an arm around his neck, you grind yourself against his hand, smiling wide as your high comes steadily closer within reach…

And when it finally does arrive, it nearly knocks the wind out of you; you let out a high-pitched squeal, and it takes all of your strength not to fall face first back into your pillow as your legs threaten to give out. Jimmy isn’t far behind at all, his own orgasm hitting him nearly as soon as yours, your walls having taken him in a vice grip, closing and quivering around him, drenching his cock, until it’s more than he can stand. With a long, lurid moan of relief, he finally spills his heavy load inside of you, and you sigh contentedly at the feeling. His hand continues to rub your pussy in lazy strokes, and he pulls you into another kiss, this one slower, more lethargic.

Once your heart rates have both come down a bit, Jimmy removes himself and his hand from you, pulling you both down against the bed, unceremoniously. “Wow,” he mutters hazily, pressing a kiss to your shoulder and pulling you into a tight embrace. With a smile in his direction, you run your hand through your hair, staring up at him in a daze.

“Agreed,” you reply once you catch your breath, turning your body further into him. Jimmy pulls your face into his hands, lips meeting yours in a loving embrace; when he pulls back, he offers a soft smile.

“Thank you, honey,” he says quietly. Bringing a hand up, he runs a finger gently down the bridge of your nose, making you grin. “You’re always so good to me.”

“Mm, anytime,” you answer with a blissful laugh. “I’ll have to make sure you never find those stupid socks again, if that’s what’s gonna happen,” you snicker. With a mock gasp, he tugs your body flush against his, hands moving down to grip your thighs.

“You wouldn’t dare,” he challenges, fingers moving nimbly across your skin, making you shiver. Your wetness, along with the mixture of your release begins pooling down your thighs as he studies you. With a smirk, you reach down, palming his member.

“Wanna bet?” you ask, licking your lips when you feel him begin to harden once more under your touch. In a flash, he’s turned you around, your back against the sheets, while he leans over you. Pressing a quick kiss to your cheek, he moves to whisper smoothly in your ear.

“I’ll grab the ropes.”

tag list: @kitwalker02 @ladyfogg @therenlover @liandav @kitwalkerangel (please feel free to fill this out to be added/removed here!!)

[kitswitchbitch]

Colin Zabel NSFW Alphabet!!

I haven't seen this done yet so thought I'd give it a a go! (With what little info we have for him atm. Just for future context, this was written after episode 4)

NSFW obviously, don't read it you're a minor etc. But nothing too extreme except my lame attempts at describing things.

Also this is my first ever at writing something like this so um please be nice? I've tried to keep this gender neutral but I don't have a peepee and limited sexual experience so um yeah, I hope everyone feels included.

Tags: I can't remember everyone I've interacted with on here so sorry if I miss you off @thatspookyagent @mrs-march-ahs @undeadcortez @americxn @ladyfogg @zabelbagel and the lovely @missdictatorme who is forever the Queen of Sam Drake smutty goodness!

(edited to add an under the cut thingy)

Now without further adooo...

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Colin is such a happy boi after sexytimes. He's so smiley and cuddly and very affectionate! He keeps stuff by the bed to help clean you both up and says how amazing sex was. Some I love yous thrown in too further into your relationship :)

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Colin loves his dark brown eyes and his hands. He also likes how his cock looks, especially when it's inside you ;)

He loves how soft you feel under his touch, and how even his fingertips can take you both from sweet affection to more bedroom territory :) he also loves your nose, always nuzzling his against it after kissing or before he goes to sleep or anytime in-between.

He loves your hands too, especially when they're doing things like cooking or using a keyboard.

And your legs - ugh he loves everything bout you k?

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Oooooooh boy Colin cums A LOT especially if he hasn't had sex in a while. He also loves the intimacy of cumming inside you, watching you orgasm as you twitch around his length.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

When you began dating, the good detective had a dream where you would visit him at work, then suck him off under his desk. He hasn't forgot about that dream since ;)

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Surprisingly Colin Zabel hasn't had that many girlfriends, he had a couple in school, then his long term engagement that we don't talk about ever cos f that b for hurting our baby

He doesn't have the karma sutra memorized but he knows where things are and the more you both do the do, the more he learns how to please you ;)

He's also verrryyy good at oral, he loves the way you taste and could happily love between your legs.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Dammit I forgot the name but he loves when you're on your back while he kneels with your legs wrapped around him, he loves that he can hit your g spot perfectly at this angle.

Another fave is him on top of you while you wrap your legs around him, perfect for slower lovemaking.

Oh and he also loves you on top, especially when you lean back and he gets an amazing view of your body using his cock to make you feel good.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He can start off a little goofy but soon gets serious as the sexytimes happen. Unless you get a fanny fart then you're both in stitches for a few minutes 😂

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

His pubes definitely match his dark hair, it's kinda neat I guess? tbh I'd be too busy noticing his hard manhood

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Very intimate, he loves how it feels like you're both in your own little world together. Even if you're both going at it like mad he'll still look at you and feel utter adoration.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He doesn't masturbate as much if you both live near eachother and/or see each other often. But when he does he thinks of you, sometimes with a pair of your underwear around for sensory memories hehe :)

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Despite his dream, he wouldn't want to admit he gets turned on by the idea of public sex but turned on he gets. He just has to work out how to approach the subject with you.

He also wouldn't mind having some um photos of you on his phone - but he would never ever force you into doing anything you're uncomfortable with. Plus he's secretly paranoid some git would steal his phone and see what's for his eyes only.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Since he's back living with his folks, your bed is like a haven for him. He also loves shower sex before he goes to work. And sometimes when he comes back from work hehe

He loves how close you both are in the shower.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Wrap your arms around his neck when you kiss him

Also put your hands on his chest, lightly touching his bare skin

Oh and the light feeling of your breath against his ear

Oh and if you were to pick something off your finger or his finger will make him seriously consider picking you up and taking you somewhere private :) and if ou were somewhere public like the police station he'd have to seriously restrain himself from taking you on his desk regardless of an audience (I'm fucking horny for this man ok?)

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He may have enjoyed the idea of a threesome in his younger days but he really would not want to share you.

Also, at least for now, he wouldn't be into bondage more than maybe some handcuffs. Anything more extreme like knifeplay and that stuff is definitely off the menu. Oh and degrading stuff like he'd never call you things like slut or bitch, he hates that.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Detective Colin Zabel is aaah may ziiing at giving oral. He loves licking and sucking and dipping his tongue inside to taste everything you make for him. If you have a clit he loves to suckle on it, if you have folds he loves to massage them. Oh my goodness this man is an oral god I stg. He could live in your legs omg.

He does enjoy getting oral himself though. He'd never force it and he'd let you take him at your own pace, relishing the feeling of your mouth surrounding him.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Can depend honestly. If he were to go fast and rough it would be at your urging as he'd be scared he'd hurt you. He loves slower love making but there are times where you both just really need to fuck and feel eachother. Also like I said if he's had a hard day then he'd probably be down for a harder and faster sexytimes.

If you both do have a fast and hard fucking the night before, you can bet your sweet self he'll be making slower love to you when you wake up ;)

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Quickies are rare but they happen. If he gets a call to go work and you're both in the mood you'll have a quickie with a promise of more later. Also I'd you're both like really busy but need it well ya know quickie time. He prefers intimate sex though cos he's a sweetie pie aww

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Colin's always up for new bedroom adventures as long as it's consentual and doesn't hurt anyone. He's definitely up for trying out things like new toys too.

If he could find a way for you both to maybe do public sexytimes then mayyybe heheheh but he isn't sure he'd be able to deal with the fallout i.e. someone walking in and seeing him pound you into the desk oh god I need a cold shower again ohh myy

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Colin's a fit man, he can go on for probably about 4? Depending on how the rounds are. You'll both be cumming multiple times it that way ;)

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Since being single, Colin has considered getting a Fleshlight. But then he met you and he didn't need to ;)

He's definitely up for using a vibrator on you, especially a womanizer type one or a bullet on your clit as he pounds you. He also wouldn't mind seeing you with a cute little butt plug, especially if you let him out it in you ;)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh my GOD you wouldn't think it but if this boi wants to tease HE. WILL. TEASE. Deep intimate kisses before pulling away for work is his favorite, but Colin being Colin he can't always tease without giving in himself, leading to a quickie before he gets a call from Mare asking where the fuck he is 😂

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

During a blowjob he gets LOUD especially when you run your tongue underneath the tip. During sex he grunts, some moans and sometimes he'll get loud if he cums hard enough, not caring who hears.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

If or when you get pregnant, he would not be able to keep his hands off you. His sex drive would be through the roof to the fucking moon and he'd always be touching your baby bump, dazed that it was the both of you who created this tiny wee thing. He'd love making love to you however he can during those 9 months, and he'd wait as long as you'd need for after the birth (I've heard things guys, childbirth sounds fucking painful y'all and some guys commenting how they like want sex again just sound fucking awful. Give her time to heal lads!!)

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Not painfully big thankfully, thick enough to feel him stretch you and not too long so your cervix is screaming for mercy. So ummm maybe 6-7 inches I guess? (Sorry I have like no experience measuring dicks)

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Since he met you? All. The. Time. He could be a horny boi anyway but now he has you it's all he thinks about. He loves how you both work so well together, bringing eachother to the most amazing climaxes you've ever had ;)

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

After the happy feelies he can nod off quite quick, he falls asleep quicker of he's had a busy or hard day at work. Bless him - make sure he has plenty of blankets so he doesn't get cold ok?

PHEW well idk about you but I could sure use a cold shower right now - or a warm one with a certain Detective ;) hope you all enjoyed - it was so fun to write!

[kitswitchbitch]

𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚠 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚗 𝚣𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚋𝚌 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍'𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚛𝚗

Colin x Fem!Reader

NSFW BELOW (do not interact if you are under 18)

The first time you two have sex, it’s very sweet.

Colin’s a lil shy at first, but it doesn’t take him long to discover and become a master at giving you what you want.

Being perceptive’s a part of his job, y’know?

He usually only gets rough if he’s upset or maybe excited about something, but it’s always good.

I don’t think his dick would be very thick, but it’d be long.

And he’d know how to use that to his advantage.

Has the prettiest little whimpers.

Sometimes you’ll just randomly start kissing his neck to hear them.

I feel like he’s probably most vocal when you’re riding him, though.

Between the feeling of being so fully inside you and the sight of you bouncing on top of him, he’s a moaning mess.

Sex is always loving.

He definitely has a praise kink.

Also a big fan of compliments just general compliments.

Tell him how pretty his cock is and the dude will get rock hard.

Call him a good boy or tell him how amazing he’s making you feel and there’s a chance he’ll cum right then and there.

Going down on you is his favorite.

Because there’s nothing he lives more than seeing/hearing you come undone, knowing that he’s the one making you feel good

Seriously, the dude would live between your thighs if he could.

A king with his tongue and lips, truly.

Like I said, he’s perceptive, so it never takes him very long to figure out what you need in the moment.

The first time he made you squirt, he turned into the surprised pikachu meme.

Loves when you sit on his face.

And also, when you pull his hair.

Pull his hair while sitting on his face? Boy loses it.

Loves when you make a show of drinking his cum.

Whether you let out a moan when you’re swallowing him down after a blowjob or look into his eyes while licking your fingers after a hand job, it will not be long until he’s hard again.

Something tells me that Colin would also not be opposed to cross-dressing.

Maybe not fully (okay, maybe in the comfort of your own home), but I think he’d be into wearing your underwear.

The first time you asked him to where your panties out to the bar, he was a blushing mess, but it wasn’t long until he discovered how exciting it could be to have your own lil secret.

Plus it turns you on, which turns him on, so y’know.

Out of all the Evans, Colin is definitely one of the most attentive, caring lovers.

Ultimately, your needs and desires always come first.

taglist: @therenlover @tatestripedsweater @silver-hawk @kitwalker02 @devotedlangdon @undeadcortez @liandav @kitwalkerangel @elaineygrace @milly-louise @americxn (please feel free to fill this out if you'd like to be added/removed here)

[kitswitchbitch]

SUGARY KISSES

kit walker x fem! reader | nsfw

✧. word count: 822

✧. requested: anon

✧. summary: making breakfast with your husband on christmas morning. you both got distracted.

✧. warnings: unprotected p in v

✿ ₊˚⋆

You padded down the stairs on an early Christmas morning, greeted by the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and something sweet wafting through the air. Entering the kitchen, you found your husband wearing a crisp white apron, rummaging through the cabinet. The countertop wore a fine dusting of powdered sugar, resembling a scene from a wintry postcard.

“Need a hand, chef?” you quipped, leaning casually against the doorframe, the corner of your lips tugging into a smile. Kit glanced up, his eyes lighting up at the sight of you.

"Actually, I need someone to do a taste test."

You sauntered over to the bowl of pancake batter sitting on the counter. Slowly, you swiped a finger through the mix, tasting it with a deliberate slowness to relish the sweet flavour. Leaning casually against the counter, you met his gaze, noticing how intently his eyes lingered on your mouth.

“You've got a little something there, suga’,”

His lips curled into a smirk, giving you a pretty good idea of what was to come.

“Oh, really?”

“Why don't you help me out then?”

Fingers latching onto the straps of his apron, you pulled him closer, lips meeting hungrily halfway. He dipped your head, pressing his body against yours. The edge of the counter dug into your back, but you couldn't feel anything except the taste of his lips and the touch of his hands. As if hearing your thoughts, he gripped your waist, hoisting you onto the kitchen counter so you could be in a more comfortable position. Instinctively, your legs wrapped themselves around his waist, pulling him closer.

“You have no idea what you make me wanna do, Angel,”

Kit mumbled as he pushed up your sweater and jerked down your bra cups, kneading the soft flesh underneath. Hot, wet kisses trailed down your jawline, his lips making an exploration from your neck to the valley between your breasts. Meanwhile, his hands crept to the waistband of your sweatpants, yanking them off alongside your panties and throwing them carelessly onto the floor.

“Kit,” you whispered anxiously,

“What if Clara wakes up?”

“Then we tell her that we’re working on item number two on her list to Santa.. A little brother or sister to play with.”

The husky, conspiratorial tone sent a delicious wave of shivers down your spine, your toes curling before his words even fully registered in your head. Just as you opened your mouth to scold him, Kit chose that exact moment to plunge his fingers into your slick core. “Kit!” His name rolled out of your tongue in an erotic squeak. Your grip around his shoulder blades tightened, leaving crescent-moon indentations as you bucked against his fingers, desperate for more. “T-take off your pants, now” you demanded breathlessly,

“Yes, Mrs Walka’,”

Shoving off his pants and boxers obligingly, he gripped your thighs apart and surged forward in one single stroke, slipping into your drenched entrance with ease. “Oh,” you gasped quietly, always amazed by the fullness you felt every time Kit entered you. There was a sense of belonging when you connected in the most intimate, carnal way imaginable—as if your bodies were designed for each other. He established a delicious rhythm that had you gasping for more.

“Baby, ‘m so close..” his voice was raspy. Pleading, almost. You could feel the thick haze of heat between you spiral higher and higher. You began to buck against him, hands greedily sliding all over his body to touch every inch of his skin. As he lurched up to meet your lips again, Kit angled your thighs, slamming in deeper and more fiercely, the movements of his tongue displaying the same ferocity of his thrusts—desperate, aching for your warmth and taste. Your body bucked fiercely against his, feeling the goosebumps blossoming across your flesh. Your mouth opened, releasing a silent scream as your body convulsed, spine bent deliciously into an arc. Feeling him succumbing to his own pleasure as you twitched and shivered through your climax; a blazing, burning ecstasy.

His hips continued to jerk languidly against yours before finally coming to a rest. Out of breath; hot breath panting against your sweat-slicked skin. Kit had his face nestled into the crook of your neck, chest heaving. You ran your fingers through his brunette curls, planting soft kisses along his neck.

Your legs were weak and trembling when Kit helped you get off the counter. Smiling, he tilted your head upwards to caress your flushed cheeks, admiring the rosy blush before lowering his head to capture your lips once more. Gentle and sweet, exactly the way you remembered your very first kiss with him.

"Merry Christmas, Angel.” he mumbled with a shy, boyish grin, before giving you a peck on the nose. Soft laughter escaped you as you smiled up at him, eyes shining and happy.

"Merry Christmas to you too, Kit."

✧. a/n: can’t stop thinking about that hot makeout scene.. so here it is. btw english is not my first language, if you find any mistakes, please let me know. comments, feedback, likes, requests, and reblogs are deeply appreciated!

✧. tagging: @kaismanwich @maddaline @nickrhodeslittledarling @howtobesasha @isabel-fisher @violentxrose + send an ask if you want to be on my taglist

©️@brknlamb 2023 please don’t steal/modify/translate my work.

[kitswitchbitch]

Grownup Time

Kintober day 6: Kit Walker x reader get up to some fun while the kids are out trick or treating ;)

word count: 1.5k short one! Short and sweet! description/warnings: unprotected sex, quickie, smut, p in v penetration, uh that’s it I think? Very tame compared to some of my other fics

You met Kit Walker at one of the hardest points in his young life. Both the women he loved died, one murdered by the other and the other passing away in an asylum that he knew didn’t treat people right. He had first hand experience there sadly. Something he wasn’t too keen on sharing with others. Not even you. 

Now he was a single father, caring for two beautiful kids while also trying to work and support them. It was hard, really hard and everyone wondered when he’d get married again. 

He still wasn’t married, but he had a girlfriend. You. You didn’t need a ring on your finger to know how much you two loved each other. He was completely devoted to you and you loved him just as much.

His kids were absolutely precious and loved to spend time with you, instantly clinging to you as a mother figure that they hadn’t had in months. 

You moved in with Kit soon after you met, deciding it was the best for all of you, kids included. You’d be able to help around the house and with the kids, giving Kit some much needed rest while also being able to spend more time with him which was a win win.

Now, six whole months later you all had a set schedule as a family. Kit went to work, the kids went off to school and you’d cook dinner. Two days a week Kit would insist that he cook for the family and of course you let him. He looked beautiful in the kitchen leaning over a pot or pulling something out of the oven.

Everything was absolutely perfect. Except for one thing… You two barely had any time alone.

Sure maybe after the kids fell asleep but they were both very light sleepers and got up frequently in the night. The last thing you needed was for one of them to walk in on the two of you getting it on. 

You could realistically do it in the shower, but when Kit nearly slipped bending you over you two had called it quits and just finished cleaning up before drying off. It wasn’t for lack of trying. You two tried hard, but it seemed that every single time you made a move on each other the world had to be the biggest cockblock. 

Luckily for the two of you lovebirds, it was Halloween and that meant trick or treating which meant kids out of the house. 

Kit was a bit nervous to let the kids go off without him, but after some convincing and the knowledge that their friend's mother would be going along with them, he agreed.

It had been hard for him ever since Grace and Alma died. He was so worried for his kids in every aspect of their lives. The kids loved their father, but he was a bit overbearing at times. It all came from a place of love. Kit wouldn’t be able to survive if something happened to them. He’d already faced so much loss.

Kit had gotten off of work early that day to be able to see Thomas and Julia off, making sure that he talked with their friend’s mother and discussed where they’d be going. 

He kissed each child on the head, much to their dismay before waving them goodbye, watching as they walked off down the path to go trick or treating. Kit would be lying if he said he wasn’t at least a little bit nervous.

You had made a roast for dinner that night, something simple but also something Kit loved. You were just about to finish up in the kitchen when he came up behind you, wrapping you in his large arms and squeezing gently, pressing a few kisses to your exposed neck.

A shiver ran up your spine as you subconsciously leaned back against him, sighing out a soft exhale of contentment. 

His body was warm and soft against yours… save for one thing.

“Kit Walker!” You exclaimed, turning around to face him.

“Are you hard?” You teased, looking down to see that he was in fact aroused. Not like he had much of a choice in how he felt. It’d been so long since he’d had you all to himself to even entertain the thought.

“It’s been so long suga’ just give me a bit of lovin’ yeah? The kids are gone, we’ve got the house all to ourselves for at least the next two hours.” He smiled softly, accent thick as he swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to. Of course you did. Who wouldn’t? 

You pulled him into a kiss, standing on your tiptoes as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest as he deepened the kiss. It was obvious how eager and desperate he was for this. 

The two of you stumbled out of the kitchen and into your shared bedroom, clothes coming off on the way there, the two of you tripping as you rushed to get your pants off.

You had no intention of taking things slow, despite having all the time in the world. You were much too worked up for any of that, and by the way Kit was panting, he wasn’t in the mood for slow either.

Kit’s large hands came behind you once your shirt was up and over your head, undoing your bra like he’d done so many times before, letting the straps slide down your arms before your breasts were freed.

Kit brushed the pad of his thumb over one of the hardening nipples, grinning. You shivered, arching into the touch. Just the simplest of touches had you so desperate for more.

Luckily for you, Kit was more than ready to give you anything your heart desired.

Your hand gently brushed over the bulge in his white boxers, causing him to throw his head back with a sigh, subtly bucking into the touch.

“Okay baby- ya gotta stop that or I’ll cum-“ he whined, cock twitching in his boxers as he pulled your hand away, shaking his head with a laugh.

“It’s been too long.” He mumbled as he pulled you into a kiss, practically ripping off your panties along with his underwear before positioning himself between your legs.

You reached down and gave his length a few strokes for good measure before he lined himself up with your entrance and pushed his length in.

It always hurt the first few moments with Kit, no matter how much you’d done it. He was well above average and you always needed time to adjust to his size.

Kit nearly collapsed over you at the feeling of your plush walls squeezing him so tightly, urging him deeper inside.

You gripped his hair in your hands and played with it absentmindedly as the two of you waited to adjust. Kit shook subtly against you, face buried in the crook of your neck.

“Baby- go ahead I’m ready.” You moaned out. He didn’t need to be told twice, already beginning to thrust in and out before you even finished your sentence.

Gripping onto his shoulders, your nails dug into his skin, sure to leave red marks tomorrow that he’d admire in the mirror each time he got changed. 

“Fuck baby, yer so tight. Damn-“ he groaned out, peppering kisses along your neck and collarbone, fucking into you at a much harsher pace now.

“Mmm Kit f-Fuck-“ You moaned out, his groin brushing against your clit with each thrust in, causing pleasure to surge through you, a tight dull ache forming in the pit of your stomach.

Kit sensed this change in you almost immediately and it made him weak in the knees. Making you cum was always such an honor for him, and god was he so, so good at it. 

“Close-“ You whined out, hips chasing his each time he pulled back to thrust once more.

“Yeah? Gonna cum fer me? Yeh you are. Good girl, my good girl.” He cooed, reaching down to rub circles against your clit.

You were so lost in the pleasure that the air was knocked out of your lungs when you did cum. You arched your back and cried out, biting down on your bottom lip nearly hard enough to draw blood as you writhed underneath Kit 

Seeing you like this was more than enough to trigger his own release and soon, a warmth filled you up from deep inside. Kit soon collapsed next to you, holding you close as he slipped out of you, his cum dripping onto the bedsheets that would now definitely need changed.

You both stayed silent for several moments, just panting, enjoying the after effects of your releases.

“We need to do that more often.” Kit breathed out with an exasperated chuckle, brushing your hair out of your face before pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose.

“Well we still have a few more hours until the kids get home.” You grinned, rolling over to sit atop him, hands laying flat on his chest as you gave him a suggestive smirk.

“Oh baby-“ he cooed, his accent stronger now in his hazy state of pleasure as he held your hips.

Happy Halloween to the two of you. 

[kitswitchbitch]

Superstitious (Kai Anderson x reader)

“swear on your life you don’t want me.”

warnings: smut. penetration w/o protection. dom!kai. oral (reader receiving). light degradation & taunting. bdsm themes. kinky. idk what else prob smth

You were Winter’s best friend since middle school. Two girls who grew up to have the same values, the same beliefs, and a lot of love for each other. She took care of you, you took care of her.

Every Saturday, you went over to her house for dinner. Sometimes you’d go out to parties, some nights you’d stay in and watch a movie.

So, as always, you knock on Winter’s door at 6pm on Saturday evening with a bag of take-out hanging from your left arm. You waited at the door, almost going to knock again, just before the door swung open, her asshole brother Kai, not Winter, standing at the door. “Hm. My favorite little brat. What can I do for you?” He cocked his head to the side, leaning his arm against the door.

“Uh… I’m looking for Winter?” You say, sliding sideways passed him, underneath his arm.

“She didn’t text you?” he asked.

“No, why?”

“She’s gonna be out tonight. She went to campaign. I thought you were going with her!”

“Oh, fuck!” you say, “I totally forgot. I’m such a flake.”

“It’s fine. She’s good on her own.”

“And she called me this morning. Damn. Whatever, I’m going next weekend. It’s fine,” you say, mostly to yourself. Then you turn and reach out to open the door.

“Hey, wait!” he called out, “You’re taking the food?”

“What, you want it?” you asked, raising your eyebrows, holding out the bag.

“Are you kidding?” he said, taking the bag from your hand and placing it on the table.

“Alright, see ya,” you wave dismissively.

“Bye, slut,” he responded, sitting down at the table.

You get in your car and turn the keys. The car stalls. Shit. You turn the keys again. The engine sputters.

You walk back into the house, your keys swinging around your finger. Kai is lifting weights in the living room when you get back in. He stops to turn and look at you. Those muscles. “Hey, big guy, any idea how to fix an old Honda?”

“Yeah. Get a fuckin’ new car,” he laughs to himself.

“Kai, seriously,” you say with a whiny tone, pouting.

He caves, exhaling. “Fine. You owe me.”

He saunters out to the car, popping the hood. He looks at it for a few minutes. “Well, I could fix it, but my box is in my car. Winter has it,” he says, leaning on the front of the car, crossing his arms.

“Shit,” You say.

“You can wait here ‘til she gets back,” he smirks.

“Uhm, I think I’ll walk home,” You say, looking him up and down, “Thanks…”

“Walk home? Across town? Alright,” he says, slamming the hood shut then walking back toward the house.

You looking down the street, the wind hitting your face, freezing cold. “Ugh,” you say, then run up behind Kai. He holds the door open for you.

“Attagirl,” he says, smirking.

“Whatever.”

“Don’t be a bitch or I’ll make you walk home.”

“You wouldn’t,” you say, smirking, leaning against the doorway.

“I would,” he says, leaning against the kitchen counter. “I totally would.”

You walk to the sink. He watches you bend over the counter slightly and reach up on your tippy toes. “Why are your glasses all the way up on that shelf?” You say, frustrated.

He walks up behind you, grabbing a glass. He then raises his hand to hold up the glass out of your reach. You look at him in frustration. “Come get it,” he smirks.

“Kai, stop,” you say.

“Come get it or I’m not giving it to you.”

“Ugh!” you say, then try to reach up to grab the glass. He lowers it, then pulls it away. You reach up again. “Please?” you ask.

“There we go,” he says, handing you the glass. “Was that so hard?”

“You are a huge dick,” you say, filling up the glass.

“You wanna know about my huge dick?” he whispers in your ear from behind you.

You cringe, scrunching your nose, “Ugh! Gross.” You turn around, taking a sip from your glass.

“Right,” he smirks. He looks down at you, cornering you into the counter, slowly, so you almost don’t notice it. “So you don’t ever think about me?”

“What?” you say, turning red, putting the glass down.

“You don’t think about me fucking you? Ever? You’ve never thought about it once?” he says, leaning his arm on the cabinet.

“I- No! No, I haven’t,” you affirm.

“Really? Swear on your life?” he smirks.

“What?”

“Do you swear on your life you’ve never thought about me fucking you?”

“That’s not fair. You know I’m superstitious about that. I don’t know everything I’ve ever thought!” you retort.

“Fine. Swear on your life you don’t want me. Swear on your life in the past week you haven’t thought about me fucking you and liked it?”

“I,” you pause, panicking. “Fuck this! I’m not doing this with you.”

“I knew it!” he smirks, “I knew you had a crush on me,” he says victoriously, backing away from you completely.

“Oh, you are such an asshole!” you shout, embarrassed.

“And you like it, that’s the fucked up part,” he says.

“Stop,” you glare at him, blushing a deep red, “Seriously.”

He walks up to you again, pressing your back against the counter, putting one hand on the back of your neck, one on your waist. Your breath hitches. Your chest heaves. You blush, looking up at him, eyes flickering all across his face.

“Right,” he smirks, nodding like he had just proven what he knew all along. “Swear on your life you aren’t wet as fuck right now.”

He’s a fucking sadist.

“Kai, please,” you say breathlessly.

“Do it. Do it or I’ll find out myself,” he whispers in your ear.

You feel like you’re drowning, your breath is so heavy. He is relentless.

He waits a moment, smirking at your silence. He then puts his hand down your leggings, over your underwear. When he feels a large pool of wetness through the lacy fabric, he closes his eyes for a moment. “Fuck,” he whispers.

He pulls his hand back up, making sure to brush his fingers over your clit long enough that you ache when he puts his hand back around your waist, pulling you against him.

“How long have you had a crush on me?” he says, looking you in your eyes.

“I don’t know,” you breathe.

“Nah, you do. Tell me,” he said quickly, confidently, the words almost stringing together into one word.

“I don’t know, a couple years,” you mumble.

“A couple years?” he laughs. He slides his hand down over your leggings between your legs again, “Shit, you must like this then.” He rubs you, sliding his hand roughly, even possessively, farther down and up, his middle finger in line with your clit.

You moan, leaning your head against his chest. “Yeah… Yeah, you do,” he says in a mocking tone. You can hear his malevolent smirk. “You like it a lot.”

He uses his other hand to wrap around where your jaw meets your neck, forcing your face up to look at him. “So you do want my huge dick?”

You stare at him, biting your lip. Were you really about to fuck your best friend’s brother? Really? Seriously? No. You should say no. You’re gonna say no.

“Yes.” Shit.

He picks you up, wrapping your legs around his hips, holding you by the back of your head, stroking your hair, and around your waist. You lean your head over his shoulder. He carries you to his room.

He throws you onto his bed.

“You’re a fuckin’ slut,” he smirks, leaning down to kiss you, positioned between your legs.

“Not usually,” you deny mindlessly.

He grabs your breasts through your shirt, letting out a low growl. “So you’re just my slut, then?”

You look up at him. “I didn’t say that.”

He then pulls your one leg farther towards him so you’re forced on your side, then he smacks your ass hard through your leggings. You gasp, then blush.

He raises his hand again, smirks and brings it down harder than the first time. You whimper. He rears his hand up one more time, then stutters, searching for your anticipation. He sees your expression carved into your profile. Were you… smiling?

He was rock solid now.

“Shit, you like that?” he laughs. “Anybody ever do that to you before?” he pushes you again onto your back.

“Uh-uh,” you respond.

“Yeah… you are my little slut,” he affirms. Then, he kisses you deeply, holding you by the back of the neck, his other hand wandering down your body, squeezing periodically.

You lean up suddenly, so he offers no resistance. You put your hands up his shirt, pulling it up. He leans down to allow you to pull it over his head. You through it onto the floor.

Everything accelerates viciously after this one move.

He pulls off your shirt, throwing it to the floor. You begin to unbuckle his belt, and he attempts to pull off your pants. It’s chaotic; your hands are clashing, you’re getting in each others’ way.

It becomes, to Kai, at least, a race to see who can get the other bare faster.

Obviously, Kai wins. He pushes your hands to the side many times, pulling your leggings over your legs, unclasping your bra with his one hand (concerning, but you ignore it), throwing it to the floor. Then, he leans down to your hip bones and he pulls your underwear off with his teeth.

You haven’t even finished unbuckling his pants.

He throws your body so your head is against his pillows. He crawls up to you, leaning over you, necklace hanging in your face.

He’s a fucking animal.

Just like you imagined.

He kisses you harshly, nearly biting you. Then, he kneels, legs tucked under themselves, widely spread. He pulls your body up, wrapping you around his waist again. He is holding onto your entire body like his life depends on it, kissing down your neck, sucking on your collar bone. You are scratching at his back, head tilted to the bed, eyes closed.

He throws you back down again, then puts his head between your thighs.

“So easy to toss around,” he talks against you.

He begins working on you with his tongue. You wrap your fingertips in his hair, tugging at it, pressing his face farther into you.

He takes only a few moments of this before he comes back so his face is in line with yours. He grabs your wrists and presses them together above your head. He squeezes them hard for emphasis.

“Don’t move them,” he whispers. You know he’s serious.

He leans back down, continuing to you work you with his tongue. He wraps his arms around the highest place of your thigh, pulling you down into his face.

Your back arches and he chuckles against you. The vibration shakes to your core.

It hits you all at once and you unravel beneath his mouth. It’s so intense you convince yourself you’ve died for a moment.

He leans himself back up to hover over you, wiping his mouth with his hand.

You stare up at him in admiration. He does not miss this. You keep your hands above your head.

He pulls his belt off, laying it next to both of you. Then, he pulls his pants down, along with his boxers, all in one smooth movement.

Fuck. He wasn’t kidding.

What were you even supposed to do with it? Surely all of him wouldn’t even fit inside you.

He smirked as he saw your train of thought reflected on your face.

In one swift motion, he flipped you over so you were on top of him, hovering over his thighs.

He leaned up, grabbing your wrists, putting them together behind your back.

He held them together with his one hand, grabbing his belt with the other. Then, with a few moments and his two hands behind your back, looking into your eyes, he tied your wrists together. You struggled against the leather, but the crafty contraption was totally foolproof.

Then, he grabbed your hips, leaning back to rest his back on the two pillows stacked against his headboard.

“You okay?” he asked with a genuine smile, putting his hand on your arm.

“Very,” you nod.

“Good,” he said, and that was all he needed. He put his hand back on your hip, lifting your body up so you were hovering over his length. “Breathe,” he commanded.

You took a deep breath and he sunk himself into slowly, pulling you down onto him. You dropped your head back, letting a moan escape.

He groaned, also leaning his head back, “Holy shit,” he dragged out the words. “Holy shit. Fuck.”

His grip loosened on your hips as he was fully submerged in you. “Woah,” he whispered. You smiled at the commentary.

He kept his hand on you, pushing you back and forth. You worked on him, rolling your hips and pushing yourself up and down on top of him.

You moaned out as he thrusted himself up into you slightly. It had to be at least eight, you thought.

You both move against each other with an intense rhythm, your hands behind your back, his traveling all across your upper half.

He watches you intently, his mind worshipping the sight of all of you on top of him like this, eyes gliding down your hips, over your stomach, your face as you bit your lip and closed your eyes in ecstasy. He groans deeply, almost growling, digging his fingertips into your hips.

He pushes himself forward so he’s sitting, his one hand behind his back, propping himself up.

You rest your forehead on his shoulder and he wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you back and forth against himself, the entire warmth whole bodies in full contact.

“Fuck, Kai!” you moan.

“Yeah, baby?” he smirks, his forehead coated in sweat.

You feel that you’re going to finish again, and he feels that he will, too. You pull away, looking into his eyes. He looks back into yours.

Then, you rest your forehead on his. The knot in your stomach is wound so tight you can barely breathe.

His chest is heaving, which is saying a lot, considering his fitness.

“Oh, fuck,” you moan against his mouth. He nods.

You both release at the same time, him grasping onto your body, you moaning into his ear, him groaning against your neck.

When he finishes inside of you, you both pull away. He laughs, and you do, too. He undoes the belt behind your back.

You pull away from him, laying beside him.

He lays on his back for a moment, then turns on his side, propping his head on his hand, tracing his fingertips down the center of your stomach.

“My slut,” he whispers. You turn to him, pushing his shoulder playfully.

Then, he kisses you, smiling into your mouth.

When he pulls away, he looks at you, then smirks. You watch him, smiling, slightly confused. He pushes himself up from the bed, then leans down to look underneath it.

“Oh, shoot,” he says.

You cock your head to the side, “What?”

“Toolbox was here all along,” he smirks, putting his hands on his hips.

if you liked this pls tell me i love validation. also i will take requests asf

#this is so fucking good aaaaaaaaah

[kitswitchbitch]

— Kai Anderson ( 6 / ∞ )

#holy shit

[kitswitchbitch]

Everybody knows I’m a good girl, officer ♡

(colin zabel x under arrest!reader)

Summary: once again, you find yourself being arrested by Colin, adding to his piling stress from an unsolved case. However, you discover that a tiny favor for the detective might bring him some much needed cheer…

Wordcount: 5.7k

Warnings: oral sex (m receiving), car sex, coaxing, reader is under the influence of alcohol, brief mention of a bar fight, aggressive and rude reader, rly vague implied age gap, technically abuse of authority (it’s obvious, but I’m still putting it out there. I advise not to read if any of this makes you uncomfortable)

A/N: sorry for the major inactivity guys, I’ve been busy! And this fic ended up being longer than I expected, but I hope it’s good enough quality. My first ever smut, so hope u guys enjoy <3 (also sorry if any typos btw T^T)

You stood motionless, reeling from the adrenaline coursing through your veins as the alcohol's effects faded. The rush of emotion receded to an eerie calm. As your vision adjusted in the dim light, the scene came into focus - onlookers surrounded you and a woman now being helped from the floor. Through the buzz still clouding your mind, one detail emerged with painful clarity: her bruised and bloodied face, a stark reminder of the harm just caused in a moment of impaired impulse and from your god awful temper.

Now the woman who you beaten black and blue, almost to the point of passing out, wasn't the focal point for dispelling the haze of your impulsive rage. Nah, this lady had it coming when she slut shamed you for being oh-so-bold enough to wear a tank top tonight. No, it was the bright flashing hues of blue and red seeping through the windows that acted as your wakeup call.

Just like that, a realization hit with sobering clarity - “Shit. Cops.” Without pause, you shoved through the crowd, desperation driving every move. Bursting through the door, the frigid night air raised goosebumps across your skin. Damnit, maybe the tank top wasn’t the best choice after all. Intoxicated or not, you were in no shape for an arrest. Stumbling at first, you found your footing and picked up speed, putting distance between yourself and the scene of the incident you started. You were gonna make it through! You were gonna outrun those pigs and they would never get their grubby hands onto you!

…That was until, a loathsome voice sounded from behind.

“Hey- hey! Where do you think you’re going?”

Before you knew it, you felt hands locked around your arms, yanking you to a halt. The telltale jingle of metal broke through your panic and with a sharp click, cold steel encircled your wrists. A glance back confirmed your dread. You weren’t being handcuffed by just any stinking cop - it was that good for nothing detective Colin Zabel arresting you once more, and for what, the third time this week? That’s one hell of a streak.

You sighed inwardly, the fight draining from your limbs, knowing any attempt in resisting would be in vain. “Goddammit Zabel, can’t you give it a rest?…” you muttered under your breath, as he hauled you back to the police car.

"I know, I know - save your excuses," Colin cut you off wearily, the smile not reaching his eyes. “Jus’… don’t start, ‘Kay? Do me a solid and quietly get in the car.” He opened the car door to the backseat, gesturing for you to step inside. Despite his perpetual mask of affability, you detected an edge of irritation - his good humor and patience clearly worn down by your repeated encounters.

“Whatever man…” you sighed as the door clamped shut with finality. Through the window you watched Colin slip into the driver's seat, releasing a long exhale as if to shed the stress of your latest encounter. At least you provided some diversion from his endless paperwork, though you doubted he'd admit as much.

True to his by-the-book nature, he slinked the seatbelt over himself, securing it with an assured click. Out of habit, he craned his neck over his shoulder, asking out of the goodwill of his heart. “Oh! Almost forgot. Do ya need a lil’ hand with fastening your seatbelt too?“ he offered warmly, “Don’t want any extra accidents happening tonight, am I right or am I right?” A hearty chuckle followed, dying abruptly once he took in your expression - eyes hooded and mouth set in a grim line.

“Fuck off Zabel.” you growled in response, fixing your stare out the window. He felt tension coil in his gut but forced it down with a hard gulp. As a veteran officer, he had faced far worse than you, yet something about your unpredictable defiance unsettled him. For a moment, under your glare, an angry retort rose to his lips but he bit it back, sensing it would only stoke the flames. Best to let the dust settle, he decided. Starting the car, he pointedly kept his eyes forward and drove in loaded silence.

“Alriiiighty then, no seatbelt it is. I’m just gonna… ah- y’know….” He cleared his throat, voice petering off into a nonsensical mumble as he shifted gears.

An uncomfortable hush fell over the car, only the revving of the engine permeating the stillness. Colin tapped the wheel, wishing for a distraction from the tension. His mind raced through possible conversation starters but came up blank. A stolen glance in the mirror found your stony profile unchanged. With a sigh, he focused back to the road, flicking on the radio more for the static noise than any musical preference.

Colin hummed softly to fill the silence, earning another kick from the backseat - your fourth such outburst. He was the pinnacle of what it meant to be a pushover, but he still stood his ground when needed to… in his own unique way. “H-Hey, Cut it out kid! And be nice,” he let out a weary sigh, peeking up at your vexed form through the rearview mirror “You know, I’m not a fan of this attitude you’ve got going on. Haven’t been for the past week.”

You sank lower into the seat, glowering. “First of all, old man, lay off the ‘kid’ crap. I’m not a child.” You rolled your eyes at his feeble attempt at reprimand.

Colin bit back another retort, clenching his jaw. Pride demanded he have the last word, if only to reclaim a shred of dignity in his own vehicle. “Hm no, I think I’ll call you a kid. ‘Cause you know why? You’re acting like one, like right now.” he replied evenly, bubbling frustration leaking through his amicable veneer, yet he still maintained some semblance of civility between him and your not-so-good of a temper.

As you drew your breath to speak, Colin beat you to it. “Look- all I’m sayin’ is, this isn’t good for you. This is the third time this week I’m haulin’ you in here. The third time!” Weariness tinged his laughter as he splayed his fingers out in front of him, only to reclaim the steering wheel in a swift motion. “Not only is this not doing you any favors kid—-“

“I said don’t call me kid.” You interjected sharply, cutting him off this time.

Colin continued on autopilot, fatigue chipping away at his usual cheer. “It's also not doing me any favors either. I've got a case to crack, but Mare - my partner - thought it’d be best if I dealt with you while she took charge of the investigation for the night…”

His shoulders slumped, eyes downcast as a cloud of disappointment settled in. As a county detective, he longed to prove himself with this investigation, not play referee to petty disputes. But saying no had never come easy, especially when others mistook his calm demeanor as weakness.

Silently, your eyes veered away from the passing scenery outside the car window, finally taking notice of his careworn features in the mirror. Attuned to the new lines of fatigue etched upon his face, you perhaps began to understand that this was wearing him too.

“Must suck being everyone’s errand boy.” You observed, tone lacking its usual bite.

Colin offered a tired nod. “Comes with the job, I guess…” his words trailed off, accompanied by a somber tone as his gaze returned to the road. “But y’know what they say- it is what it is.” he added softly, punctuating the statement with a self deprecating laugh.

Surprisingly, a twinge of sympathy tugged at your heart - a rare reaction to the shithead county detective. For all his attempts at camaraderie, which admittedly grated, you had to respect his resilience in the face of your unrelenting hostility. Hell, that time you clocked him during arrest, most would've thrown the book - but not Colin. His patience and optimism seemed a superpower, weathering your worst without breaking stride.

A strange blend of sympathy and guilt surged through you, as the realization struck you hard like a freight train - you had subjected the poor detective to a relentless barrage of undeserved hardship, oblivious to the weight of his personal burdens. Your chest tightened, and a foreign sensation stirred deep within as the reflection in the rearview mirror held your gaze captive.

The need for redemption gnawed at your conscience, but how could you possibly make things right? You've been a real pain in the ass to him for a good while now. Within the depths of your alcohol-induced haze, a daring idea began to take shape - could you perhaps make amends through a little bit of... shared pleasure?

It was pure insanity. Drunken impulses (and drunken you) are the epitome of idiocy. Vivid images flooded your thoughts, projecting the sheer horror that would contort his face if you dared to make a move now. It was likely that he hadn't experienced the touch of a woman in quite some time. And yet, that was precisely the point. The poor guy may have been deprived of any intimate encounters since his fiancée abruptly left him, and the growing urge within compelled you to do something about it.

Undeterred, an unwavering determination fueled your decision to make a bold move and test the waters. Shattering the silence, you adopted an uncharacteristically sweet tone to conceal your true intentions. "Hey Colin, think I could sit up front? It's kinda cramped back here."

Colin glanced over, clearly skeptical of your politeness given past rides. "Not sure that's protocol..." he began, ever the rule-follower.

Your lips formed a slight pout, an innocent plea. "Aw c’mon, I'm starting to feel queasy. Just to the station, what's the harm?"

“Uhh….”

Colin's head snapped in your direction, his eyes narrowing as he scrutinized your expression. Despite his suspicion, a flicker of genuine concern crossed his face. The thought of you unleashing your 'gastric distress' all over his car seemed to be a genuine fear he really wanted to avoid. He did not need an extra pukefest tonight.

Reluctantly, he caved in to your request, his voice colored with a mix of resignation and caution. "Ah, jeez... Look, you're not supposed to sit in the front, but fine, I'll make an exception this time." He maneuvered the car to the side of the road, stepping out to open the door for you. As you settled into the passenger seat, he retook his place beside you.

"Jus' promise me you won't end up throwing up in the car, 'cause I'm not looking forward to cleaning up that mess." With a playful smirk, he wagged his finger at you, but there was an underlying seriousness to his words.

"Chillaaaax, Colin. Don’t even worry, you won't see me hurling tonight. I've got it all under control," you declared, gracing him with a reassuring smile. The unexpected warmth of your expression caught him off guard, contrasting sharply with your usual snarky demeanor and the piercing death stares he had grown accustomed to.

However, Colin’s initial reservations melted away, reciprocating the gesture as a warm smile played across his face. He resumed his position behind the wheel, ready to continue the drive. But just as he was about to press the gas pedal, you captured the moment and took action. It was officially reckless business o’ clock. You sank down from the car seat, your knees grazing along the surface as you shifted toward the detective.

Colin's eyes widened comically, his mouth agape, utterly taken aback by this unexpected turn of events. "K-Kid, what on earth are you—"

Cutting him off, your slurred words emerged with a hushed urgency. "Shush. And I told you not to call me kid. Just wait, let me..."

Your words trailed off as you grappled with the cramped space of the car. Hindered by the handcuffs that still restricted your movement, you struggled to find a way to support yourself without the use of your arms. Nonetheless, you persevered, inching your way beneath the steering wheel and between Colin's legs.

You released a sigh of relief as you settled comfortably onto your knees. “Phew! Crawling around is no walk in the park without some arms. Anyways...”

“Hi.” An impish grin spread across your face, your eyes flickering upwards, locking with his apprehensive gaze.

“Wow hi, haha!“ his smile, already awkward, stiffened further as he involuntarily sunk deeper into the car seat, attempting to create as much distance as possible between the two of you. “So um… is everything okay? I mean, what’s happening right now? What are you… doin’ down there, specifically?” His words tumbled out, laden with confusion and a touch of concern.

“What do you think I’m doing?” you giggled, thoroughly amused by the sight of the detective squirming uneasily in his seat. A delicate flush of pink tinted his cheeks, a detail that didn't escape your notice. Your voice dropped into a low purr as you continued, relishing in the tension that swirled between you. “Weeeell... I had this little thought, you see. I wanted to make amends. You know, for being such a pain to you over the past few weeks."

A coy little shrug followed your words, as if you were merely toying with the idea. “And I figured, what better way than to help my favorite detective relieve summa his stress off his shoulders.”

You awaited his response with a wide grin, but all that greeted you was a dumbfounded Colin, his face now aflame with a deep shade of crimson blush, eyes wide and unblinking. The sound of his breathing, short and heavy, filled the tense silence, leaving you to wonder if perhaps you had made him uncomfortable. Although a certain part of his body seemed to betray a different sentiment, stiffened and undeniable.

As both of your gazes inadvertently dropped, your eyes locked onto a conspicuous tent forming beneath Colin's slacks. A mix of surprise and amusement flickered across your face, mirrored by the silent murmuring of the word 'crap' that escaped his lips. “Hah… that’s uh- real strange. Don’t know why that’s happening.” He gulped, his voice revealing a hint of panic as he desperately attempted to maintain his composure, all while his raging boner was in plain sight.

“Oh for god’s sake,” you groaned, impatience tracing a light furrow on your brow as the restraint of the handcuffs exacerbated your frustration. "You're not seriously trying to play dumb with me, are you?" You said, annoyance and amusement bleeding through your words. The power dynamics had shifted, leaving you unable to take the lead, and instead relying on the nervous wreck of a detective before you.

You closed your eyes for a brief moment, taking in a deep breath to steady fraying nerves. Determined to take a gentler approach, you decided to navigate this delicate situation with care.

"Come on, Col..." you cooed, leaning forward as far as you could, resting your head gently on his thigh. Your voice took on a soft, persuasive tone. "Let me do this for you." With a subtle flutter of your lashes, you batted your eyes, mimicking the innocent charm of a puppy seeking its owner's attention. Colin flinched, his knees threatening to buckle under the weight of your sudden touch. Yet, he remained motionless, his eyes fixed upon you in mounting suspense.

A smile curled upon your lips as you sensed his lack of immediate resistance, emboldening you to press forward with your gentle coercion. "Just once," you whispered, your voice filled with earnestness. "Let me do this once, and I promise you'll feel so much better afterward."

“..Jesus, I don’t know ‘bout this… I….” Colin mumbled, trailing off with a heavy uncertainty.

He sat frozen in place, his chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. His bottom lip bore the marks of his nervous chewing, while his brows knitted together in a hesitant frown as he weighed his options.

He knew he shouldn't, he reaaaally should not. It was morally wrong, a breach of professionalism, and could jeopardize his career if discovered. His eyes darted frantically outside the car's windows, scanning the desolate darkness that enveloped the streets in secrecy. But technically, no one would find out, would they?

And god, it had been a long while since he had been with a woman, especially since the bitter end of his engagement. And there you were right now, on your knees, your eagerness to please him palpable. Just the sight of you pouting sent his stomach into a frenzy of uncontrollable flutters, a reaction unexpected even from someone with a volatile temper like yours.

Bewitched by your feminine wiles, he barely registered how his hand had crept onto the top of your head, his thumb caressing your scalp with a tender touch. The throbbing heat in his pants intensified, overpowering any remaining restraint. With cautious swiftness, he glanced around, scanning the surroundings for any prying eyes, before his gaze settled back on your face - your smile, a comforting anchor in the sea of his conflicting emotions.

He sucked in a sharp breath through clenched teeth, his voice barely rising above a whisper. "F-Fine... Jus’ promise me you won't breathe a word of this to anyone, alright?" His hands returned to himself, fingers trembling as he loosened the clasp of his belt. The once ironclad resolve that had held him together began to crumble like fragile dust, succumbing to the pull of the moment.

“You have my word Col.” you reassured, your voice a soft murmur teeming with exhilaration.

Colin proceeded to undo his pants, the sound of the zipper echoing through the confined space. As he shoved them down, the dim glow of a distant streetlight seeped through the car window, casting a faint illumination on the scene. You couldn’t see all that clearly in the dark, but you did catch a glimpse of the outline of his cock protruding beneath his boxers, the fabric adorned with a telltale wet spot. Needless to say, he was far more excited than he was letting on.

Your mouth watered in anticipation, your core aching with need. Your senses heightened, thighs instinctively clenching as you awaited his next move. But just as Colin's thumb looped under his waistband, he hesitated, uncertainty settling over him like an icy veil. Restraints confined your hands, the itch of frustration crawling beneath your skin. In this moment, the immobility of your arms felt like a punishment far worse than being thrown into a holding cell later that night.

Unable to physically intervene, you relied on the power of your voice to guide the hesitant detective. "It's alright," you coaxed, tone laced with soothing encouragement. "Shake those nerves off, just this once. No one will ever find out..."

Colin's response came in the form of a hesitant nod - quick, uncertain, but nevertheless a nod. With painstaking slowness, he mustered the courage to give his boxers a small tug, gradually lowering them at an agonizingly slow pace. The measured movements seemed almost teasing, as if he were intentionally prolonging the moment. However, the truth was he basically personified a bundle of nerves, as though he was a schoolboy experiencing the thrill of his first make out session, unsure and skittish in his actions.

"How about we ditch these stupid handcuffs and let me take charge?" you suggested, your tone cutting through the air with an assertiveness that bordered on demand. Colin's head snapped up, surprise briefly shadowing his features as he registered the sudden shift in your demeanor and the scowl that tugged your lips. He couldn't entirely fault you for your impatience - he had been taking his sweet time with dropping his boxers. However, a part of him harbored a lack of trust, as dubious as it may sound. The restraints provided a sense of comfort and security, keeping you in check.

Colin's throat bobbed as he swallowed nervously, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. "Ehh... sorry, but that's a no-can-do," he deflected your proposal with his trademark easy smile. "You understand, right? It's nothing personal. Jus’ think it's... better this way."

“Ugh…” you grunted, eyes rolling in annoyance. You relinquished your desires, holding back any further comments or demands.

After what felt like an eternity, Colin steeled his nerves enough to continue, no longer willing to delay the inevitable. In a swift motion, he grasped the waistband, sliding it down until his cock sprang free, bobbing slightly in the air. Your gaze, once fixated on the crop of brown pubic hair adorning the base, now traced the veiny pathways that ran along his thick length, leading to the swollen tip—flushed red and leaking. For a seemingly meek police detective, he sure had a nice looking dick.

You smiled as you leaned in, tilting your head closer. Your eyes, brimming with excitement, darted back and forth between his face and his erection, gauging his reaction as you tested the boundaries. Despite his initial apprehension, there was a glimmer of delight in his gaze. Encouraged by his response, you inched closer, your lips ghosting the underside of his shaft, your warm breath teasing his sensitive skin, coaxing it to twitch in response.

Colin squeezed his eyes shut, bracing himself for the moment. “Crap, look- in case it wasn’t obvious enough, it’s been a while for me,” he blurted out shakily, already roused by the sight of your pretty lips caressing the heat emanating from his dick, sending a wave of warmth sweeping over him. His legs parted further, an unspoken invitation for you to draw nearer. “So sorry if I…. Y’know.. too early.” He stammered with urgency.

“I mean, you already look like you’re ready to burst before I even touched you,” you shrugged with a light chuckle. “But I kinda like that.” You flashed him a playful smirk.

He remained speechless, his face flustered and turned away, a deep red painting his features in the stillness of the moment.

Regardless, you took the plunge, gently pressing your lips against the sensitive underside of his cock. A soft, almost inaudible moan escaped his lips, a clear sign for you to continue. From top to bottom, you peppered his length with tender, soothing kisses. His hand immediately reached for your hair, his fingers finding solace in the roots to distract himself from cumming too fast, careful not to exert too much force and risk hurting you.

"And sorry about the whole hair-holding thing. I, uh... need something to hold onto when I'm really focused," he confessed, his bashful laughter intertwining with his words. His face still burning a deep scarlet hue, the admission both vulnerable and endearing. "Habit," he added, his lips twitching with shy sincerity.

“You can grip my hair as hard as you want. I don’t mind a little rough treatment.” you shot a wink, a giggle escaping your lips. Lowering your head, you tilted it to the side, your tongue tracing a stripe against his sensitive balls. Eagerly, you pressed your face forward, your lips latching onto one of them, suckling on it with a gentle yet insistent rhythm, each release elicited a small pop.

“Mmff!— fuck..” Colin‘s jaw went slack, a deep groan rolling off his tongue the moment your mouth made contact, his resistance melting away under the spell of your touch. His dark brown eyes dilated, glazing over your form below him. “Yeah, jus’ like that… jus’ like that…” he managed to utter out, his heaving breaths punctuated by muttered words of approval. His fingers entwined with your hair, massaging the crown of your head in a visceral gesture of pleasure.

“Ooh, you like that don’t you?” you remarked, a playful lilt in your voice as you pulled back slightly, savoring the sight of the detective's face contorting with undeniable bliss. “I wanna hear it baby, tell me how much you needed this.” You crooned, face colored with a teasing grin.

“Okay-okay fine, I won’t lie…” Colin huffed, admittance causing eyes to flutter away. Amused, you chuckled, flattening your tongue against his length, gliding it along a long and deliberate path, coaxing the rest of his words to spill out. A delicious shiver of electricity ran down his spine, sending a cascade of goosebumps rippling down his skin from his erection being teased. “Agh!- y-yes I needed this, I really… really needed this.” he babbled out, his breath hitching with the weight of his confession.

Satisfied, you continued. Your kisses swept from the base and drifted all the way up to the tip of his cock, tongue salty with precum as it expertly caressed the ridges. Colin's body quivered, responding with an urgent jerk of his hips, a wordless plea for you to take his cock into the warm and wet comfort of your mouth. You could feel the urgency in his veins buzz with an electric fervor, beckoning you to go further. For the sake of soothing him, you pressed your lips right onto the swollen head, treating him to small kitten licks on his sensitive slit.

“You’re so goddamn gorgeous...” Colin moaned, teetering on the edge of a whimper. His hips bucked forward once more, ramming his tip deeper into your mouth. Each squirm of his body against the supple leather of the car seat produced a small squeak, almost serving as a subtle backdrop to the moment. “God, you scare the living crap outta me... but f-fuck, you’re sososo p-pretty!” He choked, another whimper caught in his throat.

“Mhm… that’s what I do best detective…” you mumbled with a full mouth, the warmth of his fluids clinging to your breath.

The evidence of your arousal was just as indisputable as his, your panties most definitely soaked from the act of using your mouth on the detective alone, cunt weeping from the lewd noises leaving him with each stroke. Your lips glided further down along him, accommodating his warm slickness as you relaxed your jaw. “Ohmygod- holy shit you feel so good...” he groaned. He slumped back against the backrest, head lolling over his shoulder as he fought to stifle a moan. “Ngh- so good f-for me…”

Despite the discomfort that knotted your knees and the soreness that gnawed at your back from kneeling on the unforgiving car floor longer than you should’ve (all while handcuffed too!), that fiery bundle of elation simmering in your belly powered you through it. After all, Colin was all you could focus on, eclipsing everything else. His raw groans, the incoherent praises that spilled from his mouth, and the way your name danced off his tongue like silk - it was all you needed in the moment, utterly invading every fiber of your being.

However, it wasn't just you who was losing yourself in the moment. Colin's mind short-circuited completely, overwhelmed by the mounting pleasure that had him seeing dazzling stars. Your heavenly skills had transformed his body into a molten state of arousal, practically dissolving into a puddle of liquid. In this state, his thoughts scrambled like a glitching, outdated computer, and your lack-of-hands situation compelled him to take the reins in a mindless frenzy.

"Hope ya’ don't mind if I jus’..." he mumbled hoarsely, his words stumbling out spontaneously. His hands cradled the sides of your head, anchoring you in place, hovering inches above his seat to steady his rhythm. His cock delved deeper into the confines of your throat as his hips undulated to the flow of his ragged panting. His heart galloped like a wild stallion, synchronizing with the rhythm you created, while he sunk himself further into the depths of your wet heat.

“Mmh!- ‘m almost there! Need a lil’ l-longer.” Colin sputtered out, throat straining to keep as quiet as possible. He could see the glistening of tears stinging your eyes, whimpers muffled out around him. He truly never intended to subject your poor mouth to such rough treatment, his tip bullying the back of your throat with each jerky thrust until it was sore, pushing so deep that your nose buried itself in the tufts of hair on his pelvis. Despite the guilt welling up in him, he couldn’t help himself at this point. His body was now like a machine, moving on its own accord to milk every ounce of pleasure he could get.

Even then, you didn’t even break eye contact, not even once. Not when this police detective who nursed a hidden disdain for your tempestuous presence behind faux smiles, was now coming undone right before you - His once neatly styled chestnut brown hair now clung to his sweat-drenched forehead, strands falling over his flushed, pale features. His lips, now parted and glistening, revealed a glimpse of vulnerability, while his doe eyes sparkled with a feverish glimmer. Everything about him in this moment was enthralling, leaving you no choice but to be mesmerized.

The rippling tremors jolting through Colin's frame reminded him that he was nearing his climax, fire pooling low in his abdomen ready to erupt. Between heavy panting, he plucked up the courage to voice his request, his fretful eyes scanning the confined space of the car. “Hey sooo uh- you um… y-you don’t mind if I don’t pull out… right?” he asked, vulnerability threaded through his tone. He definitely wasn’t eager to see his load spray onto anything inside his police car.

Your nose scrunched up in clear disapproval, a glare shooting daggers at him, clearly not a fan of swallowing. He clicked his tongue in disheartenment, head tilted to the side “C’mon, do me a favor will ya?… Not really lookin’ forward to making a mess in the car.” He pleaded breathlessly. To his relief, no signs of protest emerged, though a sullen mask adorned your face.

As he noticed your lack of resistance, he seized the opportunity to follow through with his words. “‘m sorry!- So sorry. I-I’ll make it up to you later. Really!” Colin bleated, tone brewing with guilt and that familiar undercurrent of pleasure.

Squeezing his eyes back shut, he rubbed the bridge of his nose in an attempt to quell the tightly coiled spring in his belly, yearning for release. His balls tightened, cock pulsing as his thrusts into your mouth turned sloppy. Consumed by a blinding, searing white that engulfed his senses, his mind completely blanked. With one final forceful pump, he held your head close, ropes of cum painting your mouth white. Trapped in his surprisingly strong grip, you gulped down the bitter torrent, suppressing the almighty urge to gag as your tongue battled with the assault.

Once you swallowed every last drop of his cum, Colin released his firm grip, withdrawing his now softened cock from your mouth. His hands fell limply to his sides, the air in the cramped car heavy with sweltering breaths, as though the two of you had just completed a grueling marathon on a hot summer’s day.

Gradually regaining his composure, Colin peeled his eyes open, his gaze fixed upon your chest rising and falling, your lips swollen and glistening with wetness. “Jeez uhh, are you okay?- I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Post orgasm clarity rushed over him like a gust of fresh air, his lips downturned with genuine concern. He hastily reached into his coat pocket, digging out and opening a tissue packet, gingerly dabbing away the saliva and residue from your chin and mouth.

You blinked in confusion, caught off guard by the unexpected act of care from the detective. Well, that was a first - no one had ever wiped your mouth for you after a blowjob, but then again, your hands were bound, rendering you immobile. “Yeah I’m fine, you didn’t really have to do that, but I appreciate the gesture.” you replied in a hoarse voice, head shying away from him.

Colin's face brightened with a smile, a wave of relief washing over him. You were right - the weight of his once overwhelming stress seemed to dissipate. In fact, he felt like a brand new man! It had been a long time since he had been intimate with a woman, so this encounter meant more to him than you could ever know.

In an unexpected twist, he scooped you up from the car floor, strong arms cradling your waist as he pulled you into a tight embrace, cocooning you on his lap. In that moment, the softie within him had taken over, aching to shower you with affection and gratitude for the pleasure you had shared.

Your shoulders tensed in his firm grasp, your wide eyes betraying a mix of surprise and alarm. You couldn't help but wonder if he always got this sentimental after engaging in intimacy, and you couldn't decide if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

"Woooow okay, so we're hugging now huh? Someone's feeling affectionate tonight," you noted with a touch of sarcasm. Yet, despite your initial resistance, you allowed him to hold you, gradually surrendering to the warmth of his arms. Deep down, buried beneath layers and layers of pride, a part of you secretly enjoyed this, even if you'd rather be drawn and quartered than admit it.

“Yeah, hope you don’t mind. It’s jus’ that… you did such a good job.” Colin chuckled, his hand gently caressing the small of your back. “And hey, would ya’ look at that! I really do feel so much better now. So, genuinely, thank you.” His words resonated softly against the crook of your neck as he rested his chin there, his arms remaining securely wrapped around you.

You allowed the weight of the moment to sink in, basking in the warmth and tenderness enfolding you. Then, an idea suddenly sprang to mind, and you couldn't resist voicing it. “Say… since I did one hell of a job, does that maybe mean I’m off the hook now?” You pulled back, a sly brow raised as you awaited his response.

Colin let out an exaggerated huff, his smile filled with amusement as he ruffled your hair into a delightful mess. “Nope,” he replied teasingly. “You’re still getting your butt thrown into the station for the night.“

Your expectant smile swiftly dropped into a deep frown, prompting a hearty pat on the back from the detective as he erupted into a fit of laughter. “Sorry kid,” He said between chuckles. “Now chop-chop, time for you to get in the back!”

-------☆-------

I’m aware I made Colin more pathetic than he actually is and I apologize- Idk I just could resist 😭😭 Hope the aftercare made up for it tho??

🤍 only tagging one person cuz idk who else wants to be tagged:

@lacucarachapisser

[kitswitchbitch]

The Dork Theory ; Max Cooperman x reader

summary: Against better judgement, you decide to go to a college party. You run into a familiar face there, and you decide to test a long running theory to do with dorks and big 🍆 . Shameless smut ensues.

warnings: smut without plot, pnv, car sex, unprotected sex, handjobs, oral sex, degradation/shaming, recording.

a/n: max deserves it. he really does. not beta-read. this was just a whim kinda fic, so I hope it's not total garbage. enjoy! thanks for reading if you did.

full fic & taglist under cut! ↓ / ao3 link here! / ♪ recommended playlist here! ♪

It was a party, so you were forcing yourself to do party things. Or so you kept telling yourself. Really, it was a live streaming event for some stupid college fight, which was an event that you wouldn’t be caught dead at – under any circumstances. It wasn’t your scene, you couldn’t care less about fighting – outside of the carnal, hormonal fact that you got to see rippling muscles and displays of strength. At times, even you were simple. Whatever fight had already happened and judging by the sudden uptick in shouts and cheers, you assumed the preferred candidate won. The party was now in full swing with people mingling and drinking excessively. Ah, college. 

Admittedly, you weren’t one for college parties either. It was a place to drink, screw, and in most cases, as a byproduct of the previous two mixing, fight. Of those three things, you only really enjoyed one of them and hadn’t done it in a while – long enough for you to crave it. Maybe that’s why you came to the party to begin with; to get some tail. Albeit hypocritically, you were also drinking. You weren’t drunk, but definitely heading there; your head felt fuzzy as you stared into your half-empty red Solo cup. Whoever had mixed the drinks had erred on the side of too strong.

“Well… hey there.”

You looked up from said cup, one brow quirked. In front of you, stood a guy who looked oddly familiar, but you couldn’t place him. Eyes narrowed, you scanned him from his shoes to his lush, curly brown locks. He wore jeans and a Something Corporate t-shirt. Really? You realized you’d seen him earlier, schmoozing with girls, explaining something very passionately. They hung on his arms, but seemed distant – but no, that still wasn’t where you recognized him from. 

He was scanning you up and down, lingering on all the right parts of your body; your hips, your breasts, your face. Finally, he spoke. "My name's Max, what's yer--"

"Wait, hold on." You pressed a single finger against his lips, which pressed back into your finger, almost like he was kissing it. 

"Max?" 

He nodded, still compressed against your fingertip. He didn't need to confirm it, really, because just like that, it all came rushing back; it had been years but you knew exactly who he was and you were about to make sure he remembered, too. You withdrew your hand with a breathy chuckle. 

"Like... Max.... Cooperman? The chubby kid who was always recording fights in the schoolyard?"

Ouch. Max cringed, knotting his mouth up to one side. Starting off strong with this one. “Yep, that – was me. And for the record, I was a part of those fights from time to time. And I trained -”  

"Ohhhh my god," you breathed, cutting him off as you covered your mouth with your hand. "You were such a dork, you know that, don't you? Like, such a dork.” 

“Okay, alright.” he said, looking behind him for a brief moment. “I came over ‘cause I have a policy that no cute girls are allowed to stand alone, especially at one of my parties. Are you just gonna’ stand here and bust my balls all night?” 

So he thought you were cute. Your cunt clenched — you’d take that thought to the bank. You grinned inwardly, rocking back and forth on your heels. “I can, if you want me to.” 

He cocked his head like a dog, unsure how to take that. “What, are we gonna’ play fight?” 

“Something like that.” 

You reached forward, teasingly slapping his cheek. With an intrigued expression, Max caught your hand and yanked you towards him, looking at your lips. You mirrored his gaze, wondering what they tasted like, and if they were as soft as they looked.

You couldn’t deny the facts; he wasn’t the dorky kid that you passively paid attention to. He stood taller and had trimmed down, a result of likely more physical activity and maybe better eating habits. The attraction that bubbled up in your core wasn’t new, it had just been dormant for many years. You ran your tongue along your bottom lip, wetting it and Max’s dark brown eyes followed your tongue as it travelled, a smirk stretching across his lips. 

"You still have that Mustang?" 

"Pffft, of course I do." 

“You wanna’ um…” 

Wide-eyed and eager, Max nodded. “Uh, YEAH?” 

The two of you made your way outside, with Max quickly navigating you to where his car was parked. The cool night air bit at your skin, goose flesh erupting over anything that was exposed – mostly your legs. Now in front of the car, your eyes swept over the Mustang, admiring it. You weren’t a car girl, by any means, but you knew when to appreciate them. This was decidedly one of those times. He took care of his car, that much was apparent. 

With a deep breath, you turned back to Max, an expectant smirk on your lips. “So, is this the part where you tell me you’ve had a crush on me since high school?” 

Max laughed as he leaned against the door of the car, shaking his head. You were cute, but this wasn’t a teenage romcom. “Actually, no, I don’t know you. I mean… I wanna’ know you.” 

He reached for you, snaking his hands around your hips to pull you closer. 

“Ohhoh shit, someone gained some confidence when they lost that baby fat, huh?” 

“Damn, okay.” He looked away, almost annoyed, but the lust that was now coursing through his system trumped any fleeting anger. “You seem to know a lot about me.” 

You paused, taken aback as you stared at him. You did. Because while he didn’t remember you, you remembered him. You’d always had an affinity for dorks and paid attention to them, despite cringing at their cornball behaviour – because if you knew one thing, it was that the weird, shy guys were always hung – and there was one particular day where you’d made your opinions about Max Cooperman. 

It was May, somewhere in the middle of the month. You were in a hurry to get to 4th period when you heard a bunch of guys shouting and jeering at each other. The natural instinct to watch a fight took over and you slowed your steps. 

You’d only paused for a second, not wanting to be late to class. He was fighting behind the bleachers, bright, red blood running down his top lip, fists up in front of his face, shouting at some guy: “I got this, bro! I got this!” 

You blinked. Back to reality. 

“Maybe I knew you. Maybe I thought you were cute,” you confessed, letting the alcohol take over your nerves. “Maybe I have a theory that dorky dudes have big cocks.” 

“Butterball Cooperman? Cute? What am I now then, huh?” 

You chewed your lip, not saying anything. Max caught your glance, looking at you with a hunger in his eyes that promised it would lead somewhere — it was the kind of look that said, Hey. My dick just woke up and it’s because of you. You crushed your lips against his, tangling both of your hands in his warm curls. A whisper of fucking hot echoed in your mind. Max didn’t need to hear it, he felt the heat coming off your body, rolling towards him in waves. With his groin throbbing, he connected your bodies again, pulling you tight at the waist. His free hand stretched behind him, fumbling for the door handle. 

“Wanna’ find out?” He asked, breaking the kiss. 

You nodded. 

Max threw the door open, and pulled the driver’s seat up, allowing you some space to crawl in first. You leaned in — making sure your ass was on full display in the short, denim skirt you’d chosen earlier that night — and moved  quickly to the passenger side. With your knees pressing into the black, leather interior of his backseat, you sat upright, making room for him as he joined you. 

He faced you, leaning his back against the window and angled his hips towards you, knees to his chest. You stretched forward, tapped one side of his closed knees. “Lemme in, Cooperman.” 

Immediately, they fell open, exposing the bulge in his jeans. There was a dirty, devilish little smirk on his face; he knew you were looking, sizing him up. Not such a dork now, huh?

“Theory proven?” 

“Maybe. I’ve gotta’ see.” 

You palmed his half-hard cock outside of his jeans, the tips of your fingers tracing the faint outline, until they came to the tip. Applying pressure, the pad of your pointer finger swept back and forth into the squishy flesh until your finger was met with a wet spot. You’d given a fair number of handjobs in your life, enough to be confident in your skills. 

“Shit,” Max hissed above you. “Shit.” 

Underneath the fabric, you felt his dick shift in his jeans. With a pleased smirk, giving him what he so clearly wanted, you unbuttoned and unzipped, allowing his hard-on some room to breathe. The bulge pitched forward slightly as you reached for the ruched edge of his boxers, and pulled them down over his balls. His cock now free, it flopped heavily against his stomach, searing hot on his abdomen. It was about as long as you’d expected, but much thicker. With a wanton gaze, you took hold of the shaft and began stroking, feeling the veins swell with each pass. Every so often, you paid special attention to the underside, gliding your fingers over the thickest veins. Eventually, his cock stood at attention, the tip reddened and leaking profusely. You bit your lip. 

“Ooooooh, Max Cooperman has a big thick cock.” You tittered in a teasing lilt, still fondling it. He whimpered loud, a high pitched desperate sound that filled the car. You hadn’t expected him to be so whiny, but somehow you weren’t surprised — it seemed appropriate for that nerd in the schoolyard. Whiny then, whiny now. Every obscene word was punctuated with a whine, like a teenager getting his first handjob. He rutted his hips helplessly against your fingers, grinding his stiffness into your grip. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, just like that - fuck.” 

Almost to shut him up, you craned forward to kiss him again, your mouths crushing together in violent desperation. After a few seconds, Max sloppily broke the kiss to look down at your hand, saliva stringing from his bottom lip to yours.

“Oh my fuckin’ god,” he breathed, watching your fingers as they stroked his swollen cock, paying special attention to the scarlet, almost purple head. His cock twitched again in your grip, expelling more precum. “Oh my fuckin’ god, holy shit, holy shit…” 

You were delighted by the position of power you were in, and even more than that, delighted by the way that Max was literally coming undone in front of you. All his acquired cockiness had melted away, replaced by the desperate dork you remembered. 

“I knew he was in there,” you whispered under your breath before giving his cock a firm grip, milking another whine from his lips. Max was too far gone to even respond logically to anything, you weren’t sure he’d even heard you over his ragged, uneven pants.  

Feeling adventurous (and perhaps cruel), you extended your tongue, flattening it against the underside of his cock. The salty pre-cum oozed onto it. Max gasped, lifting his hips upright, which forced his dick further into your mouth. You pulled back, shaking your head softly. For a moment, he did nothing but stare at his own cock, watching it as your hand drug up and down over it, working it inches from your lips. You thought he was going to lose it, but with a heavy breath, he lowered his hips again and went back to breathing unevenly.

“Please,” he begged incessantly, his voice a few octaves higher than usual. “Please lemme’ fuck you…”

“Uh-uh.” 

Max whimpered again, bumping his head against the window repeatedly like a kid throwing a tantrum.

“You can’t, Max. There isn’t enough room here.” 

“Yeaaah, baby, yeah there is. We’ll make it work.” 

You paused for a moment, surveying your surroundings. Even with the seats pushed forward, the backseat left little room for moving around, and the oddly placed hump in the center was undeniably impeding any laying down. Max’s hips were already jutted up oddly, you couldn’t picture laying down atop of it… unless….

“You wanna’ fuck me, Max? How bad you wanna’ fuck me?” You asked, already knowing the answer. 

Slack-jawed, he nodded, his curls bouncing. The collar of his shirt was a shade darker with sweat. “So bad. So fuckin’ bad, you have no idea. You can’t even fathom.” 

You thought about it. And thought about it some more, until finally, you said: “Move over.”

Obediently, Max scooted his hips up, his dick bobbing before he shifted himself onto the floor, allowing you to crawl forward, using the curve of the backseat like a sex pillow, your ass tilted up towards the now very fogged up back window. Your cunt was already warm and aching from giving him head, and with a deep breath, you imagined the wet slit that would greet him as soon as he got up behind you. 

Curious, you reached up between your legs, pressing them into the satin fabric – just as you thought. Soaked. Finding the hem of your underwear, you yanked them to the side, exposing her. Your middle finger then slipped inside, dragging some of the slick down to your clit, which you tapped, bringing the sensitivity higher. 

“Oh shit,” he gasped, seeing this erotic display that sent spikes of arousal straight to his already engorged and aching cock. Still on the floor, but now behind the passenger’s seat, Max leaned forward. Still awkwardly positioned – you silently applauded the desperation in which he did it – Max went for your cunt, bending his head at angle so that his tongue could flick out against your wet folds, getting a taste of your sweet, leaking juices. You couldn’t help but moan into the leather, clenching and shaking as he lingered there for a moment, just lapping at it, swallowing and mouth breathing heavily onto her. 

“Fuck–” He straightened up, and used the back of his hand to wipe off his chin. “You taste so good, baby.” 

You wiggled your ass in response, smiling against the seat. After a little bit of strained and clumsy maneuvering, Max was finally behind you, dick in hand. He shuffled closer, his jean-clad thighs pressing into the backs of your bare ones. Using his free hand, he glided over the curve of your ass and down your spine, as far as the jean skirt would let him. You felt the warm head bumping into her over and over again with a haphazard rhythm, strings of precum dripping down onto the seat below you  – he was jerking off into your cunt. 

“I thought you were going to fuck me.” 

“I am,” he panted. “I am… this is just too good. Fuck! I wish I had my camera.” 

After using the tip to play with your wetness for a bit longer, Max finally lined up and sunk his cock inside of you, using your hips to pull himself deeper. He bottomed out – the stretching heat burned, filling you from wall to wall as his hips began bucking instinctively, finding a carnal rhythm – you let out a low moan. You begged, wanting him to press himself as deep into you as he could.  

“Record it,” you suddenly ordered. 

“Wha-?” he choked, out of breath and still pumping himself into you. 

“Record it. You have your phone, don’t you?” You arched your back, pushing up into him. 

“You serious?” 

“Yeah, I’m serious. It’d be hot.” 

Still in awe of your lustful demand, Max reached in his back pocket and pulled his phone out. He quickly navigated to the camera app, tapped the red button, and held the phone above you, getting a wider angle. The flash was on; he pulled his thick, glistening cock out of you slowly, while his dark eyes darted back and forth between watching you and watching it on the screen. Knowing he was going to have this to later jerk it to… shit – his breath hitched in his throat. He bumped his hips into you a few times, popping the head into your cunt.

“Yeah, you like that?” 

At first, Max breathily answered, but remembering he was recording, cleared his throat and answered in a lower tone. “Fuck yeah.” 

“Oh stop,” you laughed, wiggling your hips on his cock. “Afraid to let your dorky voice out again?” 

“Shut up, I’m not a dork.” 

“Yeaaaah, yeah you are. A big dork with a big cock.” 

Much to his own dismay, Max whined, picking up speed as he hammered into you, his little desperate bunny humps rutting against your pussy, sending shockwaves through your core.  The sounds of skin slapping against skin, paired with your broken moans and Max’s pathetic, horny whines filled the car. He’d never really been one for degradation, but the way you teased him, throwing your verbal right hooks every chance you got, had him in pieces. Every time you did it, his dick twinged painfully, stiffening past the point of comfort. He took hold of it, jerking it a few times into your pussy. Making sure the camera was capturing it, Max went back to thrusting, sinking his aching cock halfway in before bottoming out again. The video would never see the light of day, you knew it. He’d have to mute it to save his ego, and what was the point of muting porn? Max was way too whiny to show his macho friends, every other thrust was accompanied by a desperate little whimper. 

“Shit, I’m gonna’ - I’m gonna’ baby, oh my god, I’m sorry I’m gonna’ – auuggh!”

With a final whimper, Max yanked his cock from your pussy, allowing his orgasm to burst out over your exposed cunt; hot, milky strings decorating your folds and ass cheeks.

Immediately after pumping the rest of his cum onto your ass, like a gentleman, Max sunk two fingers in your pussy, curling them up to masterfully find the sensitive, spongy flesh inside. So, he’d had practice, too. You took fistfuls of the seat, digging your nails into the soft, polished leather. Thankfully for him, you were close, so the way he pumped his fingers in and out of you brought you over the edge within a matter of seconds. 

With a final: “Ffffuck!!”, you clenched around his fingers, pleasure rupturing your entire core. You squeezed your eyes shut, riding out the orgasm and backing up into his fingers to increase the pressure. You heard Max hiss in a breath through his teeth as he watched you, enjoyed you, and recorded you in your most intimate moments. The thought drove your orgasm forward even further. 

As the pulses subsided, you flopped down heavily, out of breath and drenched in sweat. You pivoted your body, rolling back over onto your back. Max was still recording, absentmindedly playing with your still weeping cunt. You watched him with a smile, entertained and enamoured that he was so invested with you. With a little dinging sound, the recording finally ended, and he tucked the phone back into his pocket. 

You two sat in silence, breathing heavily until, in a moment of post-nut clarity, Max said: “Shit, I was supposed to spar with Matt.” 

“Who?” You couldn’t care less. 

“Uh, my friend.”

“Mm, well… Matt is just gonna’ have to take a rain check. That’s too bad.” 

He laughed, leaning his head against the window again. After a few moments, he spoke again, his voice soft and low.  

“So, your theory is true, huh?” 

“Oh, yeah. It’s true. Took me years to prove it, but… it’s definitely true.” You leaned up and ran your pointer finger along the inseam of his jeans, smirking to yourself. “Definitely true.”

t a g l i s t : @kaismanwich / @garykingz / @elsamars / @silverzoomies / @tatesdisasterofalover / @thewolveswithin / @80strashbag / @twinkiemaximoff / @spill-the-t / @stucktothetwo / @enchanting-evan / @yesdevineruler / @anonymous0316 / @eventually27 / @my-own-walker / @kai-slut / @demxnicprxncess / @fuckedbykai / @iluwmycats / @dewberryobssesed / @the-goblin1 / @dirtyfairy97 / @jellyluvr / @strangerthings420 / @kai-anderson-whore / @babygorewhore / @quickandsilvers / @tatelangdonsweater / @ifeeltoofuckingmuch / @howtobesasha / @randominstake / @throwinginmythai / @slvt4jamesmarch / @poltoreveur / @feefymo / @evpeters87 / @lacucarachapisser /

Ask to be added to taglist for future fics!!

[kitswitchbitch]

[kitswitchbitch]

Evan Peters in Behind The Scenes of Ariana Grande's music video we can't be friends (2024)

[kitswitchbitch]

he STUNS at the Oscars

[kitswitchbitch]

Okay but if I woke up to THIS VIEW, I would have no choice but to suck that boy dry.

I’m sorry! I don’t make the rules!

[kitswitchbitch]

EVAN PETERS and ARIANA GRANDE in Ariana Grande's music video "We can't be friends (Wait for your love)" (2024)

#really want to write a fanfic about this...

[kitswitchbitch]

[kitswitchbitch]

ARIANA GRANDE WE LOVE YOU