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lonely-lost-soul · 4 years ago

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Of Immortality and Nymphs

(Philza Minecraft x Reader)

Request 2: Just c!philza simping over reader!!

Requested by: Anonymous

(Okay maybe I got a little carried away with this one...)

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He met her for the first time when he was a young man, who barely understood the world around him. Messing with things he shouldn’t was his specialty so when he heard there used to be Nymphs in the nearby forests, he just had to find out if they were extinct or not. Phil flipped through his worn journal and tapped his quill on the paper, he wanted to document his journey to finding the supposedly mythical creature. After all, this was one of his first real adventures all by himself he wouldn’t accept any form of defeat. He popped the cork off the invisibility potion he had and downed it with one swig. Phil, now hidden, wandered into the forest of the last known location, of the last recorded Nymph. Not being visible to the creatures in the forest allowed Phil to take in the beauty of nature around him, he could get close to the animals and see them in their natural habitat. The forest was beautiful, sunlight peeking in through the leaves of the trees, it was magical. He placed his hand on the trees running his hand over the bark with a smile, Phil heard a soft twinkling in his ear, and his head shot up. Always trigger happy he put his hand on his sword, in the middle of a nearby clearing stood a beautiful woman with gorgeous (h/c) hair. Flowers and leaves seemed to be interwoven within the strands, her ears were elf-like in appearance adorned with gold piercings. Her dress flowed in the wind, it was a soft almost translucent green decorated with leaves, in her hand was a baby chick. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, it was clear she was the Nymph that the old stories were talking about, thank god for the invisibility potion.

Pulling out his journal once more he began to sketch a picture of the elegant woman, he didn’t want to forget her face. The man looked up once more to finish up the sketch and the Nymph was gone, he frowned sadly, he did hope he could get to talk to her.

“What’re you drawing?” Phil snapped his notebook shut letting out a startled yelp, he turned to look at the figure beside him. The potion must’ve worn off when he wasn’t looking, however beside him was said Nymph. His jaw almost dropped open, did she have no self-preservation? “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you!” She stepped a few steps back and he held out his arm to stop her.

“No! No, you’re alright!” He put his hand to his heart, “I’m Phil. and you are?”

“(Y/n). Are you human?”

“Tragically,” Phil gave her a little smile as she tilted her head curiously. “Are you a Nymph?” You looked a little hesitant, he watched as your ears twitched in an undeniably cute way. He felt himself melt a little as you gave a nod,

“A Meliae if you want to get specific,” you smiled fondly giving him a teasing wink. Opening his notebook again he scribbled that down next to the figure drawing of you, you sat down in front of him watching in awe, “Is that your language’s written system?” Looking back up at her curious expression Phil once again felt his heartbeat speed up in his chest.

“It is. You’re very clever,” He hummed and was delighted in the way you flushed up to the tips of your ears. You waved him off,

“I’m not that clever. When you’ve been around as long as I have you pick up on certain things,” He watched you carefully as you sat down beside him resting on your knees. Curiously Phil tilted his head,

“How long have you been around?”

“Don’t you know it’s rude to ask a woman her age?” She shot back a grin on her features, oh Phil was in love. Nymphs did tend to have that effect on people, people fall hard and fast for them, but Phil didn’t care.

“My apologies, that was rude of me huh?”

“Very.” She teased with a snicker, “I’ve honestly lost count at this point.”

“You’ve lost track? So you’re immortal then?” Phil’s entire face lit up the excitement prevalent on his features, “Tell me everything.” He pleaded, with a soft laugh you began to share your tale with the man in front of you. Phil was enamored she had lived more lifetimes than he could begin to comprehend, what he wouldn’t do to have that gift. The duo talked long into the evening and well into the next morning, Phil knew he had to head home soon. Not that he had anyone waiting for him back home, but he couldn’t stay with her forever as much as he wanted to. “When can I see you again?” He whispered taking your hands within his own, he couldn’t help but notice how soft they were for someone living in a forest. You hesitantly pressed your finger to his earring,

“They’ll start to glow whenever I’m near. So you can always find me,” You whispered cupping his cheek in your hand, he felt himself lean into it. “I’ll see you soon Phil,” You leaned forward pressing a tender kiss to his lips before disappearing in a flurry of flowers and leaves. Phil let out a shaky breath bringing his fingers to his lips a wild smile appearing across them. He opened his journal one last time adding ‘great kissers’ to his list of things about the Nymph of the forest.

They met many more times after that, and with each meeting, Phil only fell more and more in love with her. He wanted to protect you and keep you safe especially after telling him that Nymphs were hunted for their tears that give immortality but now without the expense of the Nymph. Yet even with his pleading, you wouldn’t leave the forest you called home. You told him maybe one day you could, but you were the only Nymph protecting the forest and you had to stay to protect your home. Ever the gentleman Phil would drop the conversation and steer it into another direction said direction ended with a lot of kissing.

As the years flew by Phil found himself growing older and you remaining the same and as beautiful as ever, he wanted to be immortal with you. He never wanted to lose you, so he made a deal with the God of undying, sacrificing his three lives for one immortal life so he could remain by your side forever. He’d also have to give up part of his humanity, he was bestowed giant black crow-like wings. But he’d do anything so long as he got to be by your side for the rest of eternity. Phil didn’t want to tell you at first, afraid you’d be mad but it was hard to hide giant black wings and the man could never stay far away from you. When he finally saw you again you knew what went down practically immediately. Surprisingly you took it much better than he originally thought, you seemed to flattered beyond belief but also pissed as hell. Desperately you tried to explain to him that immortality wasn’t a gift but a curse, seeing the world change around you while you stay young forever wasn’t as fun as it sounded. The man scoffed, shooting back a comment of his own about how he didn’t want to imagine a world without you by his side. You didn’t deserve to lose someone you loved just because they were mortal and he stood by that.

He watched your face scrunch up, cheeks turning pink at his sentiment. Mostly because you were melting around his words and he knew it too by the smirk evident on his features. Phil locked eyes with you and smiled endearingly,

“I love you.”

“I’m pregnant.”

“Fucking what-” He choked on his spit any argument that started before fizzled out the minute you had told you said those two words to him. He felt his features morphed in surprise before wrapping you in a tight suffocating hug. That only solidified his choices, he made the right decision, he needed to stay by you and your child’s side so long as the universe allowed him to.

However, things weren’t all peaches and rainbows as the world changed to a dark and dismal place once more. Forests were being burned and destroyed and humans once again discovered the existence of Nymphs and wanted to hunt them down for sport. Things were dangerous, way too dangerous for you and the newborn son you shared with Phil. Reluctantly you and Phil came to a decision, to protect your baby you needed to leave, it was the only way to keep them safe. You held the baby close to your chest, tears swelling in your eyes as Phil kissed your cheeks trying to shush you softly. “It’s alright…” His voice was gentle, his big hand caressing the boy’s chocolate brown curls.

“It’s not alright. Phil...I don’t wanna leave you or Wilbur.” Your voice quivered and Phil’s heart shattered in pieces, “But his safety comes first.” You brought the baby up to your lips and kissed his forehead, he giggled sweetly trying to squish his mother’s cheeks. You laughed as he did so, “My sweet, lovely boy. I’ll have to leave you for a while, I don’t want to but you need to be kept safe. I…” Phil frowned watching as you choked up once more, “I’m not safe.” Even through your tears, Phil thought you were beautiful, “You can’t tell him about me…”

“(Y/n) I can’t- That’s just not fair-” You shushed him with a kiss to his lips, passing Wilbur off to him.

“If he’s anything like his father he’ll lose his mind searching for his mother. He needs to live his life.” You reached up holding Phil’s chin on your pointer finger, “He has to live life to its fullest, Nothing can hold him back. It has to stay this way until I can come back. Which I will...hopefully it won’t be too long.” You smiled up at him and Phil took in a shaky breath,

“What if I ruin him.” His voice was painfully tight holding his grip on Wilbur tightening as well, it made the baby squirm. You shushed him softly, pressing a kiss to his lips, his scruff tickling your chin. To him the kisses always felt electric, never devoid of passion and adoration, he leaned forward to chase those addicting lips as you pulled away.

“You won’t ruin him, you’re the most gentle and kind man I’ve ever met. You took care of me all these years, you’ll be amazing for Wilby.” Phil watched as you kissed Wilbur one last time before stepping away with a shaky breath. “Just be as good to him as you are to me,” You both heard the crunch of leaves, it caused you to jump a little looking around the forest frantically.

“Go. We’ll be fine. Just stay safe and come back to us okay?” You could only nod at him before disappearing in a gust of leaves and flowers. Phil felt his heartache and he jolted as Wilbur began to cry seemingly already missing the presence of his mother. “Oh Wilbur hush, hush for me please,” His father pleaded as he began to rock him gently this was going to be a lot harder than he would ever anticipate, but to keep you safe he’d give up the entire world.

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Decades went by, Phil had not only Wilbur to watch over but three more idiotic kids, others adopted of course. Wilbur had grown up into a strapping young man, got married, and had a son, you would be so proud of him. You’d spoil Fundy rotten, he just knew you would, he was sure you’d also spoil Tommy and Tubbo. Not to mention you’d force your motherly affection all over Technoblade and he wouldn’t have a choice but to open up to you.

However, none of them even knew you existed, lies were told about who Wilbur’s mother was when any of them asked and it killed him on the inside to lie about you. Eventually, Wilbur just stopped asking, most likely assuming something bad happened that Phil never wanted to discuss with him. Something far too painful to even tell his son about,

Which was half right he supposed.

It started like any other day, Tommy and Wilbur were messing around with Dream, something about discs and war that Phil didn’t particularly care about. Wilbur had come over once again to plead with Phil for aid in the war, but once again he refused him. This time he even brought Fundy along thinking that seeing his grandson might change the older man’s mind. However, he still refused knowing it wasn’t going to end well in the long run even if Wilbur did win. Sometimes kids had to make their own mistakes to learn about the future. It’s not like he hadn’t told Wil it wouldn’t end well, he did multiple times, but the kid was just as stubborn as he was and wasn’t going to back down.

“Dad, please. If you’d just join in we’d slay Dream and his team, all the fighting will come to an end. The nation I’m trying to create would finally be free and safe. Just help me.” Wilbur pleaded, a small whine slipping into his voice as he followed Phil and his son into the forest, “We can establish our new nation and be free from tyranny. No more war, isn’t that what you keep advocating for?” Wilbur continued to rant, not helping at all with his chores, his voice grew soft suddenly, and Fundy grabbed onto the sleeve of his jacket.

“What is it, kid?”

“Your earring’s glowing pops.” Fundy pointed to his ear and Phil froze in place the wood that he collected falling out of his hands, scattering all over the forest floor.

“Dad?” Wilbur repeated his voice growing louder in concern, Phil looked around the clearing frantically before bolting in a random direction.

“Grandpa!?” Fundy yelled chasing off after him, his tail puffing up anxiously,

“Fundy don’t just run off!”

Phil didn’t stick around to hear them, you were around here somewhere the question was where. His heart was beating erratically in his chest, please, please god let him find you. He didn’t have to wait long, he’d recognize you anywhere you still looked the same. Standing in the middle of a flower field you looked over your shoulder, “(Y/n)! Darling!” He called out choking a little on his words, your (e/c) eyes blew wide and he heard you laugh. You ran up to him flowers growing in your wake, you launched himself at the man and he lifted you in his arms. He spun you around laughing in disbelief, using his wings you both floated in the air, he cradled the back of your head with his hand, “I can’t believe you’re here.” Phil whispered, pulling away to cup your cheeks with your hands, “you’re real.”

“Of course I’m here silly goose. I told you I’d come back didn’t I?” You laughed fondly as he began to pepper your face in kisses, “Even if it is way later than I intended…” You trailed off with a small wince,

“Who cares. You’re here now and you’re safe.” He landed a kiss on your lips as you kissed him back. You tasted just as he remembered like fresh air and oranges, he wanted to swallow you whole. He never wanted to let you go again, and he never would if he had a say in the matter.

“Dad? What the fuck?” Wilbur blurted as Fundy and he came upon the clearing, you pulled away from Phil. Tears filling your eyes, your hands coming up to cover your mouth, Phil rested a hand on the small of your back.

“Wilby…” She whispered, stumbling towards the man reaching out towards him, he raised an eyebrow and flinched away from your touch. You pulled your hand back taking a little breath,

“I’m sorry. How do you know my name?” From behind you, Phil flinched; he knew that’s what you wanted, for him not to remember you. But, fuck he felt guilty about it, he was about to feel even more guilty in a minute.

“She’s your mom Wilbur.”

“Fucking WHAT.” Wilbur sputtered taking a few steps back from the woman, “You told me my mom was a fridge!”

“You told him what.” You turned towards Phil, eyes blazing with annoyance, he held his hands up in surrender. “Why would you tell him his mother was a fridge! I know I told you to lie but a fridge! Phil that’s not even physically possible!” You scolded the man crossing your arms over your chest, his face flushed a bright red. He even missed you yelling and scolding him, he was down bad.

“(Y/n) I panicked-” Phil started to explain and you cut him off with an eye roll. “I’m sorry okay, I love you.”

Meanwhile, Wilbur and Fundy looked in between the two adults rapidly as they talked. Both equally shocked and at a loss for words, Wilbur took a step forward and grabbed your wrist.

“Please continue your explanation,” He commanded softly, “If you are my mom why did you leave? Why haven’t you been here?” Wilbur frowned as he watched you look away from him,

“How much do you know about Nymphs Wilbur?” Wilbur turned bright red and the color reached up onto the tips of his ears, “What?”

“My mom’s a Nymph.” Fundy spoke up in place of Wilbur, “her name’s Sally. I...I’m Wilbur’s son.” He watched your face melt and mouth a broken ‘son?’, Phil noticed and walked up to squeeze your hand. You had missed so much, you hoped you didn’t blame yourself, you and Phil lived too long to live with that many regrets.

“What happened to her?” You asked tenderly,

“Killed.” Wilbur said bluntly, “by hunters. Don’t worry, I made sure to dispose of them.”

“I-I’m so sorry.” You spoke and Wilbur couldn’t help but feel compelled into your arms. Something about you just made him want to melt into your body, he knew Phil was right in the end. You were his mother through and through, I mean the shared pointed ears said enough.

“Is that why you left?” Fundy asked walking over to stand beside Wilbur, Fundy’s ears pressing against his head. They both watched you nod and Phil tightened his grip on your arm, you took in another deep breath. His hand moved to wrap securely around your waist, he was here for you. He’d always be here for you.

“When you were born, the hunters were far worse, there were much more of them. Greater numbers and they sniffed out Nymphs like hunting dogs to a rabbit. I couldn’t keep a newborn baby safe, especially one that was half Nymph...Which probably explains why Fundy’s part fox, he has more Nymph in him.” The fox hybrid seemed to light up at even the inclination that he was special in any way, shape, or form. “It was safer for me to be as far away from the both of you as possible, and I was right considering you grew up into a handsome young man with a family of his own.” You chuckled fondly leaning into Phil’s touch. “But I can understand if you don’t trust me or want to get to know me,” You smiled sadly at the man Fundy spoke up before Wilbur could.

“No! We want to get to know you grandma!” He blurted taking your hands in his own, you melted at the adorable way his eyes lit up. You glanced up at Wilbur who Phil totally wasn’t threatening with his eyes,

“I…” The man looked hesitant, but as he stared into your warm eyes once more he felt encapsulated within them. His longing for a motherly figure in his lips came back at full force and washed over him like a tidal wave. He had a mother and she was safe and here and willing to come back into his life if he was ready.

Was he ready? Why did he feel ready?

“Fuck that hesitance she’s grandma,” You let out a delighted laugh ruffling up Fundy’s hair, his tail wagging elatedly behind him.

“Don’t spoil him, love.”

“Fuck you, I’m spoiling the hell out of my grandson. Gotta make it up to him somehow.” Fundy’s tail only wagged harder as he wrapped you in a tight hug, you hugged him back just as tightly.

“Hey, Hey move over champion. I get to hug my mom now.” Wilbur snapped defensively, as Fundy snickered only looking up at him mischievously hugging you tighter. You laughed in delight seeing Wilbur huff, Phil melted against you in relief. Wilbur’s face was scrunching up the exact way you do when you’re pissed, he smiled against the side of your head. Wilbur pushed his son to the side gently and wrapped his arms around you in a hug, he towered over you but couldn’t help but bury his face in your neck. You cooed softly and ran your fingers through his hair, he was gone the moment you did so, melting in your arms completely.

Without you noticing Phil took a step away from the group just to admire the moment from an outsider’s perspective. For what felt like the hundredth time that hour Phil felt light, he felt like the weight of the world was off his shoulders. Everything was right in the universe again, you were finally holding your not-so-little boy in your arms again after all these years. Even if you did have a fox hanging off you as well, Phil let out a soft chuckle looking at the three with adoration. A long time ago he gave up his mortality and humanity for you, after you left he had pleaded to the gods once more, he swore he would give up anything for just one more day with you by his side. They had ignored his wishes, they knew without a doubt you’d be back in his arms again, and this time he wouldn’t have to give up a single thing.

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Okay but actually I had so much fun writing this??? Maybe even a Pt. II?

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eberles · 4 years ago

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Sundress Szn

Jamie Oleksiak

a/n: this was not requested, but i hope you guys like it! feedback is always welcome🥰

warnings: smut!! (face riding, fingering, unprotected sex, public/dressing room sex) 18+

You woke up in Jamie's arms, his biceps hugged around your body, the bright sunlight peeking through the blinds. Grinning, you felt him kiss your temple as your eyes fluttered open as his large hands rubbed up and down your hips. His fingers teased your inner thighs, and his lips left wet kisses against your neck and jaw. He was always one to wake you as affectionately as he could while also being a tease. Rolling over to face him, you pressed your naked chest against his, while you tangled your fingers in his hair pulling him to meet your lips.

You moved your leg between his, one of his thighs aimed right under your pussy. You moaned into the kiss as your wet core throbbed against his thigh, moving your hips slowly to add more friction. His tongue swiped over your bottom lip before he pulled away, his lips forming into a smirk as he spoke, “Don’t we have shopping to do?”

You whimpered once Jamie removed his now wet thigh from between your legs and got out of bed in one smooth motion. You let your eyes fall to his body as he stood naked in front of you, moving around the room to get ready. “C’mon baby, you promised you’d help me pick out a mother’s day gift.”

“You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?” laughing smugly, he came to your side of the bed, hovering his head just above yours.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Jamie whispered, close enough to where you could feel his lips brushing against yours. It was very like him to get you riled up and then deny you any form of pleasure, the edging and teasing is what got him off. He just wanted to see you begging for him by the end of the day.

“Whatever.” you put your hand on his chest, pushing him away from you. He wants to be like that? Two can play at this game. You hid your smirk as you ventured to your closet, pulling out your lucky dress. It happened to be perfect for a day like today and you knew it would drive him wild.

Your boyfriend decided to wait for you in the living room, you took your time getting ready, leaving the dress for last. You cleared your throat, separating his attention from his phone to you.

Jamie gulped, his eyes widening as he took in your appearance when you entered the living room. The short yellow sundress flatters every curve on your body, sitting mid thigh and showing off the perfect amount of cleavage. Sighing, he threw his phone to the side and used his finger to gesture for you to come closer.

You stood in front of him, the ache in your core becoming more apparent as he stared up at you with dark eyes. Jamie made contact with the backs of your thighs, softly caressing the skin moving his hands up under your dress.

“Are you not wearing panties?” Jamie's big hands cupped your ass, squeezing the flesh, giving your right cheek a light slap.

“I must've forgotten.” you shrugged innocently, hoping the sweet smile on your face wasn’t giving away the wetness between your thighs.

“You know, everytime I see you in this dress I imagine what it would be like to have my head under it.”

Jamie wasn’t planning on giving into you this easily, he wanted to make you wait. But this damn sundress made the blood rush to his cock faster than any other outfit you’d worn for him.

“What?” you asked, your voice shaky as you assumed what he was insinuating. The smirk on Jamie's face was telling all as you watched him lay on his back across the couch. “Jamie, I-”

“Come sit on daddy’s face.” he patted his chest, urging you to come closer. Your knees buckled hearing the words leave his lips. Of course, you wanted to, who wouldn’t? But that didn’t change the nerves you had regarding the positioning. However, your body was moving faster than your mind and before you knew it, you were perched on Jamie's chest.

“A-are you sure?” you asked one final time, your insecurities wash over you making you unsure of your next move.

“I'm sure, baby. hold your dress up.” you did as he said, bunching the yellow dress around your waist. You looked at him, a confused expression covering your face. “I want to look at you when I make you cum.”

Your face heated up at his words, already wanting to shy away under his gaze. With one hand still attached to your thigh, he held your hand in his other, interlocking your fingers. Your heart warmed at his ability to be his sweet self while his face was mere centimeters from where you needed him most. “Now, relax.”

You yelped as his large hands pulled on your thighs, forcing your position over his face. His breath makes your clit twitch, desire already dripping from you. Jamie licked a long stripe along your pussy, his nose brushing against your clit making you shutter. That's all it took for you to relax yourself against his face, his warm mouth doing wonders against your slick center.

You couldn’t help but grind your hips down, slowly fucking his mouth. The added friction making your head spin, Jamie moaned in return, the vibration causing you to squeeze your thighs around his ears. He focused his mouth around your clit, nipping, sucking, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud.

“Fuck, Jamie.” you cried out, whimpers and pants following along. You threw your head back, Jamie’s expert tongue fucking you made your skin tingle with need. The facial hair Jamie had only added to the sensation, his scruff leaving a delicious burn on your thighs. The fire in the pit of your stomach was erupting as he pinched your thigh reminding you to look at him. “Fuck. Jamie, i’m gonna-”

You couldn’t even finish your sentence, your eyes refocusing on his dark ones as your orgasm overtook you. Your hand squeezed his, your nails digging into the back of his hand. Your legs trembled around his head, pussy shuttering against his tongue. The repetition of moans and curse words leaving your mouth only sounded like music to Jamie's ears. It was the sweetest sound to him, matched with your parted face and glistening skin after a good orgasm. He couldn’t get enough of you.

“Oh god.” you whimpered, watching Jamie lap up your juices with his tongue. After regaining your breathing, you forced yourself away from his face. Jamie licked his lips, his beard glistening with your arousal, causing you to hide your face in his hands.

“See? That wasn’t so bad.” He had a smug look on his face and there was a slight pep to his voice. You rolled your eyes, slightly ashamed you pushed off doing that for so long, upset you let small insecurities get in the way of something so incredible. He cupped your cheeks, bringing you closer to him before pecking your lips. “My good girl. Was that enough to hold you over?”

“I think I’m ready to shop now.” you smirked, standing up, adjusting your dress so it sat along your curves.

**********

He took your hand as you walked into the mall together, his fingers interlacing with yours. You stopped in front of one of your favorite stores, seeing a red top on a mannequin in the window. “Can I look real quick?”

He sighed, but agreed anyway, always unable to resist that smile you gave him, even though he absolutely hated going clothes shopping with you. Jamie followed you around the store, mostly staring at your ass instead of the clothes you were picking out. “Do you like this?”

“Yea, it’s not bad.” he shrugged, watching as you got a few more shirts and dresses from that section and pulled him towards the changing room. Truthfully, Jamie would be happy if you just wore the exact dress you were wearing right now everyday for the rest of your life.

“Come in with me.” you pulled at his shirt as you backed into the changing room, a smirk taking over your face. You stood on your tiptoes, your lips brushing against Jamie’s ears. “I need you. Now.”

You looked around one last time, making sure there were no customers or employees watching you before you tugged him into the small dressing room. Jamie turned you around, pushing you against the door once it shut behind you. “Jamie, please.”

“Are you sure?” he sighed into your neck, pressing kisses to the area. You answered by pulling his face towards yours, bringing his lips against your own. Licking along your bottom lip, he pushed his tongue into your mouth, muffling out your moans. He was straining against his jeans, his length pressed against your pelvis.

You broke the kiss, fumbling with his belt buckle and unzipping his pants. He pulled his pants and boxers down just enough for his hard cock to spring free. Pushing at his chest, he sat on the bench behind him as you straddled his legs. The sundress you wore sitting high on your thighs, your hand attached to his length, thumb swiping across his tip.

“You gotta be quiet baby.” he whispered, slipping two fingers in your soaking wet pussy, pumping them a few times. He removed them, replacing your hand around his cock with his own, sliding your juices around his length. Resting your forehead against his, you raised your hips and slowly sank down onto his length. Feeling him hit every part of your pussy, your walls clenched around him. Your hands found his shoulders to keep your balance as you rode him, one of his hands squeezed your hips, attempting to help guide you.

You bit your lip, almost drawing blood as you held back your moans. His fingers played with your clit, making small circles around the sensitive bud. Every thrust into your walls was deep and long, taking him all the way every time. Your pussy tightened around him, making him gently thrust up to meet your hips. His pants were heavy and he was getting restless letting you know he was close, as were you.

“C’mon baby.” he whispered against your lips, trapping them with his own, muffling your moans once again. You came on command, clenching around him again and again as he spilled inside you. Jamie’s hand on your throat kept you attached to his lips as you both rode out your highs.

Standing up, you fixed your dress for the second time that day as he pulled his pants up. You poked your head out of the dressing room door, feeling Jamie's cum dripping down your thigh. Laughing, you looked back at Jamie, a knowing smile taking over his face. “We have to get out of here.”

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the-purity-pen · 4 years ago

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One Temptation

Pairing: Benny Miller x Will Miller x Santiago Garcia x Frankie Morales x Fem!Reader

gif is not my own. credit to the creator [ if you know who made this, please tell me so i can credit them, thanks! ]

Rating: EXPLICIT (18+ ONLY!) Warnings: Sex Pollen, Group sex, Double Penetration, Unprotected PIV (please be safe irl), cum eating, fingering, oral (f & m receiving), Anal, Shower sex, let me know if i missed anything! Word Count: 5,818 Notes: This has been in the works for MONTHS at this point and I finally feel okay releasing it to the hellsite. It’s filthy, it’s probably not perfectly canon but I love these boys and this was such an adventure to write. Please let me know what you think!

You were nervous as hell to walk into the conference room. The first day on any job is nerve wracking but even after a few weeks, you found yourself feeling like the outsider still. It wasn’t anyone’s direct fault, per say. Just a feeling you had from being the new one on the team.

The team you had been assigned to was a tight knit one. The four of them having been through all kinds of combat and missions together. Their previous team leader had gone off the rails and was forced to retire early.

Your debriefing hadn't gone into a lot of details but the remaining men on the team seemed friendly enough. Benny and Will Miller, the brothers were such polar opposites that their interactions were always entertaining. And Frankie Morales seemed like a pretty sensible one, a lovable man with a mean streak when needed.

And then there was Santiago Garcia. The man was generally more observant but when he spoke, he attracted the attention of an entire room. His personality was electric in a way. The way his scruff would sound as his hand ran over his jaw, deep in thought at whatever mission was being described as one that the team would be taking.

A new drug lord was suspected in Miami, carting drugs from Colombia and Bolivia. The trail had led to many dead ends but there was one loose end that your new team would be able to solve. A nightclub had been staked out and found to be smuggling drugs through some warehouse-like door in the basement. There wasn’t enough to get full intel and they needed a team to infiltrate and go undercover to gain more information.

Part of the plan was to have you, of course, dress up and play flirty with some of the bouncers and bodyguards of the club. You were extremely nervous and it apparently showed through because as much you knew these guys were good, you couldn’t help but feel like trusting them with an assignment like this was a big ask.

When the assigning officer heard your concerns, he offered up a serotonin-inducing serum. It was new on the market but was studied to have helped with team building. At least that’s what he told you. After having a short conversation with the team, you agree to all take the serum.

After taking the sticky sweet green drink, you were informed that it could take a full 24 hours for the full effect to take place. "Why don't we throw a party?" Benny chimed in with the boyish grin plastered on his face.

You stifled a laugh and shook your head. "I'm not exactly the party type," you admitted as your eyes scanned from Benny to Santi who spoke up next.

"What about just a night of beers and cheesy movies?" he offered to which all heads started nodding. "My place. Tomorrow night. Eight o clock," he added after the consensus was made.

***********

Walking up to Santiago's door had your heart thundering so loud in your ears, you were sure you wouldn't be able to hear him when he greeted you. Your hands twisted around the case of beers, hoping you had picked the right kind. You knew how these military types were picky about their booze.

"Hey! You made it!" Santi exclaimed as he opened the door and let you walk in. Your eyes took in the small apartment and noticed that you were the first to arrive.

"Am I early?" You turned around to face him as he closed the door. He shook his head with a chuckle as he moved closer to take the case of beer from you and move it to the fridge.

"Nah, they're just always late. Good choice by the way," he mentioned as he held up the case and nodded to it just before placing it in the fridge. Your arms weakly rubbed at each other, crossed over your chest.

When Santi turned back towards you, he chuckled. "You can take your jacket off, you know. I mean if you plan on staying," he cracked which made you smile. After your jacket slipped off and was placed on the back of a nearby chair, Santi held an open beer out to you.

"Thanks," you told him softly before there were more knocks on the door. The other three piled in, Will followed by Benny with Frankie bringing up the rear. Benny was already slurring and jolly, Will was just shaking his head at his brother as he greeted you. Frankie came up, adjusting the ball cap that he always seemed to wear and said hello.

***********

"Truth or Dare!" Benny cried out when a suggestion pool had started of what they should play.

Handfuls of beers had been consumed by this point and you were starting to feel more comfortable. It was also becoming apparent as you watched each of them how attractive they really were in this laid back setting.

The entire group groaned but Benny pushed forward on the couch so his elbows were on his knees. Santi had actually been oddly quiet, chewing on his lower lip as he was watching you interact.

"Alright Pope. You first," Benny held up a hand loosely gesturing at the man sitting across from him. Santi rolled his eyes and shook his head but grinned at the same time.

Will tapped Benny on the shoulder and whispered some idea into his brother's head that apparently made Benny very excited. "Ooh! Ooh! Okay okay," Benny adjusted his shoulders, shooting you a quick glance before looking back to Santi.

"Have you ever thought about-"

"I didn't even choose which one asshole!" Santi replied with a loud laugh. Seeing his smile that wide was uncommon and you felt a small knot form in your chest at it but you stifled a snort in response.

Frankie and Will also broke out into laughter as Benny conceded. "Alright alright fine. Choose, motherfucker," he narrowed his eyes at Santi before cracking a grin himself.

"Truth cuz I'm too old and lazy to do any stupid stunts you could come up," Santi chided at his brother in arms before taking a long swig of his beer, one of the bottles of the kind that you had brought.

Benny rubbed his hands together like he was concocting some evil plan. "Alright then back to what I was asking before you so -rudely- interrupted. Have you," he paused to glance over at you, his gaze unashamedly running over your body, making you curl into yourself a bit more on the big armchair you were seated in. "Ever thought about fucking her?" He nodded his head in your direction when his gaze came back to Santi.

Your heart was back to racing in your chest as you turned your attention to Santi. Without missing a beat, Santi answered. "Abso-fucking-lutely."

You were ninety percent sure that you stopped breathing. Your eyes blinked only out of automation as your mouth became a small o shape. Your entire body felt like it was heating up in the few moments that passed.

Santi then looked at you and your entire body felt ablaze again. "Uh, what? What did I just say?" Santi seemed to have come-to from a small spell he was under. Your gaze was so focused on his face you didn't see the way the other three shifted in their seats or the way that Frankie palmed himself lightly to adjust his growing erection at the thought.

"Y-you…" Words were hard to come by and your face felt like fire and your heartbeat whooshed into your ears. Your chest heaved lightly at the sudden panting you seemed to be doing.

"Well fuck me!" Benny cried out as he laughed nervously. Will punched his brother in the arm and that's when your eyes shifted to the rest of the guys, noticing that their gazes were locked on you. It was as if you held some sort of magical answer to a question you didn't have any clue of.

Your mouth opened and closed a few times before you cleared your throat and took a nervous sip of your beer. There was only a drop. You huffed nervously. "Oh, look, I need another beer," you quickly and quietly said before pushing up out of the chair and practically running over to the kitchen.

You could hear their low murmurs, chattering amongst themselves as you rinsed the empty bottle in the sink. Your hands were a shaking mess as thoughts swirled in your mind. You squeezed your eyes shut for a second before bending to grab another beer from the fridge.

A presence against your backside made you gasp. Hands came to your hips as you slowly stood up, swallowing the large lump that had formed in your throat. You tried to clear it as you closed the fridge but the presence behind you kept their grip on your hips.

Your nose finally picked up the scent of the cologne. Santi. He leaned forward, pressing his chest to your back as one finger came up to trace a line down your neck. Instinctively your head rolled to the other side to open for his soft touch.

Your breathing was ragged and you immediately mewled when his lips took over for his hand against your neck. "I want you hermosa," his voice grumbled against your skin and you immediately felt weak. Your hands tried to focus on the beer bottle but you were slipping into euphoria.

"Santi," you heard Benny's voice come from across the kitchen. Both you and Santi turned to see all three of them moving closer. "We all want her," Benny admitted and you saw the way his tongue peeked out between his lips to wet then as his eyes seared into you.

"Guys." Your voice was weak and shaky. "I- I can't do this. It's-" your words were cut off by Santi's lips attaching to your neck again and the bottle you held was slammed down onto the counter as you gripped the edge to steady yourself.

One of his hands worked around to the front of your blouse and tugged at the buttons. You could feel the weight of him pressing against your ass and your entire body buzzed with lust. That familiar heat was starting to grow in the pit of your stomach and you knew the booze was partially to blame.

But only partially.

When your eyes fluttered open as Santi slowed his assault on your neck, you saw Benny standing so much closer. "Seriously," he said, his hand coming up to let a finger trace along your collarbone. "We want you," he told you in an uncharacteristically quiet voice before leaning in to capture your lips.

You moaned quietly against his lips, having not been kissed in far too long. You finally pushed against him and he pulled away from the kiss. "Seriously," you sloppily repeated back his words as you scooted to the side out of Santi's grasp.

A piece of paper was on the island counter that caught your attention. The red lettering at the bottom looked familiar. Your curiosity piqued and you moved closer to pick up the paper to read it.

Known side effects include but are not limited to: sudden panting, decreased morality judgement, increased appetite, increased sexual desire and libido…

You blinked as Santi rounded the corner of the counter to you. "Fuck," you muttered quietly to yourself as you noticed his movements and came around the other side to only be greeted by Frankie, who's tanned skin on his cheeks was flushing slightly.

"Did anyone read this?!" You asked, panicked and looked at all of them one by one.

"What is it?" Benny asked, not fully caring what it was.

You moved closer to Frankie to hold it up. His eyes tried hard to focus on the words as he took the paper from you. "It's the fucking side effects to the serum, man," Frankie spoke aloud as he too paused at the one about sexual desire. "Shit," he muttered as a hand came down to his crotch to adjust himself.

"Well what are they?" Benny asked impatiently as he eyed you walking across the floor to the living room. Santi moved over to Frankie to take the paper and read it over. Will was watching you along with his brother as your hips swayed as you paced the living room floor.

"Fuckin' increased sexual desire? What the shit is that? Why would they give this to us?!" Santi yelled but realized that all eyes were on you as you breathed heavily. Your arms were crossed over your chest and one hand was at your lips, tugging at them, trying everything in your power to keep yourself distracted from looking over at your team.

“Hey,” Santi called your name with furrowed brows. “You alright?” he questioned as he moved closer. Your mind was reeling but your body was convulsing with need, with want. It felt like a fire had been lit from deep within your belly and no amount of pacing or trying to think straight was going to smother it.

Santi’s hand on your shoulder made you jump, too wrapped up in your own body and thoughts to notice how close he had gotten. He was standing directly in front of you and your eyes were darting around his features. Your nose flaring with each pant of a breath you tried to take. His own eyes were trying to take in every movement of your face to see what was going on but he was far too distracted by the parting of your lips.

“Santi.” His name came out as a breathless whimper as you looked at him. Within a moment his hand was on the back of your head and his lips were pressing hungrily into yours.

You heard movement in the kitchen and into the living room but Santi’s lips had moved to your neck and all thoughts were gone. The burn in your body was glowing brighter, threatening to combust when he bit down on the conjunction of your neck and shoulder.

Suddenly another pair of hands were groping at the globes of your ass through your jeans. A groan in your ear that wasn’t Santi had your eyes fluttering. One of your hands was holding the back of Santi’s head, scratching his scalp lightly. Your other hand dipped behind your back and down, groping at what you found to be a very hard cock in someone’s jeans.

Benny’s groan came clear into your ears. “God, you’re so hot,” he muttered which made you release a small shuddering breath. Benny pressed against your back, his hands roaming over your body wherever Santi’s wasn’t.

Your body was already feeling on fire, like every touch was electric. The way Benny’s lips moved over the shell of your ear as Santi worked your clothes off. You were turned into Benny’s arms. He chuckled as he looked down at your wrecked face. “You look absolutely amazing,” he cooed softly, something you didn’t know he was capable of.

Your head turned as Benny kissed along your neck and you saw Will standing with his pants pulled down to his knees and cock in hand. You swallowed thickly as Santi kissed up your thighs and over your mound, his fingers tracing lines up your legs.

“Fuck I need to taste you,” Santi mumured as he pushed your hips a bit wider. You groaned and leaned back against Benny who held you up and slid his hands up under your shirt to grope at your breasts. You turned to see Will still stroking himself quietly at the sight before him. Watching you become totally undone was intoxicating.

Another pair of hands were on your body, taking over groping your breasts as Benny pulled your shirt up over your head. You could barely register that you were completely nude in front of your team as Santi’s tongue ran over your folds, groaning at the taste. When his lips wrapped around your bundle of nerves, the third pair of hands were gently caressing and rolling your nipples.

A blinding hot streak ran through your body, straight down to your toes. The way Santi licked into you causing your thighs to tremble. You managed to look down just in time to see Frankie’s head kissing at the swell of your breast.

The more their hands were on you, the faster their movements became, the needier they seemed. The burning ache in your body only seemed to grow as Benny gently guided you backward until you fell onto his lap. At some point he had released his erection. Santi crawled to try to reattach his lips to your core but Benny was quicker and slipped himself into your soaking folds with barely any hesitation.

You cried out as Benny filled you and started to thrust up into you, his hips snapping against your ass. Santi groaned. “Benny you fuckin’ cabron,” Santi muttered and Benny just chuckled in your ear as he nibbled on it.

“Babygirl, what feels better, Santi’s mouth or my cock? Hm?” Benny asked as his eyes bore into Santi who glared at him but palmed his own length anyways. Frankie moved closer and tried to kiss the other side of your face.

Your mouth was flopping like a fish and you couldn’t create enough saliva to speak. Instead you whined as Santi kissed at the inside of your knee, his hand more furious on his cock now. Will was standing close by, just watching everything but focusing on how wrecked your face was as his brother pounded into you.

Frankie was gentle but groaning against your skin as he tried to capture your mouth into a heated kiss. You kissed him wantonly, your moans filling his mouth and he greedily swallowed every sound. “Hermosa, please take my cock,” Frankie moaned into your mouth and without opening your eyes you nodded.

Benny continued to thrust up into you in haste as Frankie climbed over the arm of the couch and stood so that he could line his cock up. He ran it along your bottom lip, soaking him in your saliva and waiting for you to open before thrusting into you tentatively. You swallowed around him and he groaned at the sensation of your warmth around him.

Benny kept at you, thrusting harder and faster until you were crying out around Frankie’s cock. Frankie and Benny released their loads into you at the same time and you were close to your own but Benny softened and you lost the peak that was building.

You whined and Santi slapped Benny’s thigh. “Let me at her,” he said while standing up. Benny gently lifted you off of him and you whined at the loss of contact. You let go of Frankie’s cock with your mouth after you had cleaned him of all of his cum. He leaned down and gave you a soft kiss, licking into your mouth slowly and groaning at the taste of himself before he was helping you lie down on the couch. Frankie moved himself off the couch as Santi moved to hover over you and plunged his cock right into you.

Your back arched off the couch as you reached up and grabbed at Santi’s shoulders. “Fuck!” you cried out as Santi fucked into you with reckless abandon. You were soaked between your arousal and Benny’s cum and it made Santi twitch hard as he fucked you mercilessly into the couch. The girth of him stretched you differently than Benny had and you mewled and moaned at the sensations, letting Santi’s name fall from your lips like a chant.

“Please! I need to cum!” you screamed as a burning heat grew in the pit of your stomach and threatened to overtake your entire body. Your begging encouraged Santi as the other three looked on. Benny was already hard and leaking again and when your eyes met his, his hand stroked so hard he came all over the floor with a loud moan. Santi leaned over and bit at your collarbone, causing you to cry out as you clenched down around him, hard.

Your entire body was writhing and pulsating as you came harder than you had in a long time around Santi. That put him over the edge and with a few more solid, hard thrusts into you, he stilled and pushed further into you to spill into you. Within moments you felt the dripping between your thighs and you moaned quietly.

Santi leaned down to capture your moan and his lips slid against yours as he thrusted carefully into you, the burn in his body already growing again. “Pope c’mon man,” Frankie said quietly as he moved to pull Santi off of you. “Gotta give someone else a turn,” Frankie patted Santi’s shoulder firmly as you tried to catch your breath. Santi leaned down for another soft kiss before pulling slowly out of you.

Your body jolted at the sudden loss and both men stopped to stare. “Fuck,” Frankie muttered, causing both Benny and Will to move around to see their view. The cum was dripping steadily from your still fluttering cunt and every pair of eyes was mesmerized by the sight.

“Baby you are making a mess,” Santi said, wanting to lean in and clean you up but you put your hand out as a gesture for all of them to give you a minute. Your breath finally calmed down enough for you to be able to respond.

“I…. did…. nothing,” you panted and chuckled but the laugh made the cum dribble out of you even more and you moaned quietly at the sensation of two of your teammates cum dripping from you. Will’s nose twitched as his hand continued to slowly work his cock. The burn inside him was growing but he was a patient man. Always had been.

You lifted your head to look at them and gave a weak smile. They all looked at you with lust-blown eyes but Santi and Frankie were the ones to give you a smile back. “You okay?” Santi asked, his hand gently grazing your ankle in a caressing motion.

You nodded and looked at him. “Yeah. I think. For now,” you chuckled but soon felt your body heat up again. It was a dull ache but you tried to sit up to quelch it. Santi and Frankie both reached out for your arms to help you sit up. “I think maybe I should go shower,” you mentioned and they both nodded before standing up. Their cocks were at eye level for a moment and you felt your mouth water and wanting them both in your mouth at the same time.

They helped you up and your legs definitely felt like jello. You nearly crumbled and Santi and Frankie looked at each other with worry then looked at you as they tried to hold you up. “I got her,” a stoic low voice came from beside you as Will moved closer. He leaned over and wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you up with ease.

You giggled quietly but having his warm body pressed against your was making the fire within you grow again. You tucked your head into his neck and breathed in his scent. You couldn’t help the way your lips pouted and you kissed gently along the skin of his neck. He groaned low in his throat.

“Sweetheart, please,” his voice pleaded before he was in the hall and pressing your back up against the wall slowly. His hands grabbed at you to hold you better as his hips pressed into you.

“Will, please,” you whimpered when his teeth found the side of your neck and sank in. You felt the way he growled against your skin and the fire was spreading wildly through your veins again.

Will grunted as he pulled himself back just enough to stroke as his cock and line himself up. With a slow and steady push, he impaled you and filled you. The girth of him stretched you but the slight sting of pain gave way to even more pleasure as he started to thrust.

Each thrust earned him a soft moan from your lips and he couldn’t help but kiss you. His hands were pawing at your chest, twisting your nipples and he watched as your face contorted in pleasure and you cried out against him. “Fuck! Please! Harder!” you begged and didn’t care who heard you. Besides, it was high time it was Will’s turn. The man was the quiet type, strong and sturdy but with his lack of talking in many of the group settings, you weren’t sure of his opinion of you.

But as he pistoned in and out of him, faster and harder with each snap of his hips up into you, you were pretty sure you knew where he stood in his opinion on you. “Fuck, so tight,” he muttered against your lips as he kissed you bruisingly. A clash of teeth and tongues and lips. It was messy and needy but you wanted more.

Will grabbed at your back, his large hands splayed over your now hot skin as he pulled you away from the wall. He stood in the middle of the hall, his shoulders pulled back as his hands snuck down to try holding you under your legs. You held him around the neck until he had a good hold of you again and it was then that he rocked your world even harder.

He fucked up into you with a relentless pace, hitting that spot within you with ease, his cock moving along the shared juices of yours, his brother’s and Santi’s. But all he could focus on was how wrecked your face looked. Your jaw was slack, seemingly permanently so, your eyes rolling back as your head lolled back in pleasure.

Wanton cries were ripped from your chest as he grunted and held you up. Suddenly you felt a second pair of hands come to your ass and massage the flesh. A scratchy beard appeared at your back as sloppy kisses were given to the skin there. “Que linda,” Santi’s voice came in a growl as he watched you get fucked by Will.

“Santi,” you said breathlessly and Will fucked you harder to get your focus back on him. He captured your lips in a heavy kiss, one that forced your mouth into an “o” shape around his tongue as he greedily licked into you.

Santi was busy watching Will’s cock pump in and out of you, his hands still massaging at your ass. His thumb rimmed the hole of tight muscle, moving with each movement that Will was forcing on your body and you moaned a bit louder. Santi looked up at you. “Do you want to be filled, querida?” he asked and he waited until you nodded.

When you did, you mewled as his thumb pressed against the tight hole, slipping one knuckle in. You cried out even at the small intrusion, the way even just that little motion filled you even more. “More!” you cried out and you heard both men curse under their breaths.

Will fucked you relentlessly still as Santi pulled his thumb out, to which you whined in protest, just so he could spit all over his hand. He used his free hand to try to spread your ass cheeks a bit. “Will, man, stop for a second,” Santi commanded and Will obeyed, holding you down onto his cock.

Santi moved one finger into you and you couldn’t help the pained groan that came from you. “Good?” Santi checked in and when you nodded and bit your lip, he started moving his finger within you. He looked over your shoulder at Will and nodded and Will resumed moving.

You choked out a sound as your entire lower body started to clench up. “Oh, she’s close,” Santi praised, his smirk so evident just in the tone of his voice. He leaned down and bit at the soft flesh of your ass at the same that Will leaned into to bite at your collarbone. The dual biting did you in.

You cried out as they fucked you through your orgasm, both sets of muscles clenching down around them. Your lower stomach fluttered and your chest heaved as your mouth lay open in a pant, your eyes screwed shut. Will was close behind and fucked you through your high until he reached his own. When he pushed up into you, stilled with a groan, Santi stopped moving too.

You finally caught your breath and felt yourself come back to reality. Your body was spent, completely but also completely sated. Will carefully pulled you off of his softening cock and the moment your feet hit the ground, all you could feel was all of their cum slipping down your thighs.

Santi moved with you both and released his hand from you and saw you dripping. “Fuck, you’re a mess,” he muttered in a groan. You nodded, your arms still wrapped around Will’s shoulders. Will grunted and wrapped his arms around your waist, bringing you to your tiptoes so he could walk you back towards the bathroom.

Once in the room, Will and Santi worked together to strip you down, one moving and the other acting as your balancing stabilizer. Your eyes were heavy and your body felt like it was made of jello as you attempted coherent thoughts. You were naked, in a room with two men who you found extremely attractive. One of whom was leading you into the shower that had at some point been turned on.

“You got it?” Will asked softly as his hand lingered on your lower back as you held yourself up with your arm against the shower wall. You nodded slowly, your head feeling heavy. You let the warmth of the water just cascade over your back and tried to let it soothe you.

You tried to let your mind relax but there was a burning ache that felt it was far off in the distance. You could hear Santi and Will talking quietly but the roar of your heart in your ears combined with the water rushing over you made them also seem far away.

As you slowly started to wash up, your soapy hand brushing over your very sensitive clit, you yelped as a bright flame lit within you. “Fuck!”

Will and Santi immediately rushed up and opened the curtain to see you rubbing at your clit furiously. “What is it?! Are you okay?!” Santi asked in a hurried, worried tone.

“I need - fuck! - I need,” you whined as you squeezed your breast with your other soapy hand and felt your nipple immediately stiffen. Will was first to step into the shower behind you. His large hands came over your breasts as he held you against him.

“What do you need? Tell me. We’re here,” he spoke lowly in your ear, nibbling at the flesh as Santi pulled the curtain a bit on the opposite side to watch.

“I need to cum!” you screamed as one of Will’s hands came down behind you and his thick fingers ran through your folds. The fire within you was burning brighter by the second and it was almost painful.

“How do you want to cum? On my fingers or my cock?” Will asked and Santi chewed his lip as he watched you writhe against Will.

“Your face. I need your tongue on me. Now!” With your command, Will turned you and dropped to his knees without hesitation. Santi reached out and put his arm up behind your back so you wouldn’t fall.

Will shoved his face against your cunt, licked a broad stripe through your folds before his mouth closed over your clit. You whined out and Santi quickly slipped himself into the shower behind you. His hands wrapped around your breasts and tweaked your nipples. Your head fell back against his shoulder as the warm water cascaded over your chest and stomach.

Your hips moved against Will’s face as his mouth attached to your clit, his tongue licking and flicking as if you were a hard candy. His hands remained on your hips and he used just his tongue to work you up and within a minute there was a gush coming from you and spilling all over his face.

Santi peeked over your shoulder. “Holy shit baby. You just soaked him and not from the shower water,” Santi told you and turned to kiss your cheek. He was oddly proud and smirked against your wet skin as he whispered more praises into your ear, letting your body come back.

Will stood up and let his face get wet from the shower before he held onto your hips and kissed your chest softly, letting the water run down his face. He stood up and wiped the water off with one hand before looking at your blissed out face. “Are you back?” he asked and when you nodded slowly, both men looked at each other and chuckled. “Are you good? Like do you need more or-?”

You shook your head with a blissed out smile on your face. “I think it’s gone,” you told him and you felt Santi kiss along your cheek and down to your neck. “Though if you keep doing that Santi, I might not ever want you to stop,” you laughed weakly and moved your head to the side to allow him more room.

“Who says I want to stop querida?” he mumbled against your skin and you hummed contentedly. Will took the opportunity to actually wash your body with soft, gentle touches. He washed his own face then looked at you and Santi together and felt a new kind of pull in his chest.

“We could do this again… right?” Will asked softly and both you and Santi opened your eyes and straightened up to look at him. You chewed your lower lip and your head turned to look between the two men as the shower continuously rained down on all of you.

When you didn’t speak, mostly from not being able to find the words, Santi spoke instead. “Yeah man. I mean, if she’s down for it, then I’m down for it. I like you Will, you know that. And you,” he turned to lean in to kiss your cheek again. “I don’t think I could get enough of you now that I’ve had you,” he told you and nuzzled into your neck as his arms wrapped around you again. Will stepped forward and wrapped his arms around both your and Santi’s shoulders together and the three of you sat like that until the water ran cold.

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hotwings0203 · 3 years ago

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fighter kirishima who doesn't like it when other people even stare for one second at his partner, so then he just kills anyone who dares to stand less than 2ft from his darling 😌👍

Tw:noncon implication, implied murder

“Why’re you standing so far away babe?”

You’re not, he’s got his arms wrapped around your waist to the point of crushing your hips.

“‘M not, just couldn’t breathe.”

“Oh good, for a moment there I was worried you were looking at that guy again.

That guy referring to the blond haired weirdo who kept laughing and pointing at the losers of the ring like a maniac.

Right, like you were totally head over heels for the one weirdo in the entire basement.

Except your “boyfriend “ maybe. He could definitely take that title.

Well, maybe not weirdo. Maybe Possessive Controling Freak would be a better name for him, instead of Kirishima.

And just to drive the point home, he soothingly rubs his calloused hand up and down your arm while the next match rages on in front of you both.

It’s not soothing, on the contrary it seems like a threat.

He just amps it up from then on any time he feels like your attention is elsewhere or if he feels like other men are looking at you for a second too long.

First it’s taking on arm and tightly squeezing it. Then, he puts one leg of yours over his thigh much to your embarrassment.

Eventually he just picks you up and plops you on his lap. While he thinks he’s keeping other men at bay with this tactic, it’s doing the complete opposite.

Because these testosterone filled savages are quite enjoying the scene with your limbs being toyed with and thrown over a man like the rest of them, your ragdoll-maneuvered body a promise of something they might be able to one day get a taste of.

The entirety of the fight goes by dreadfully slow because all you can focus on is how long Kiri’s hands dip in and out of the crevice of your legs way too casually. His hands settle comfortably under your shirt and across your boobs, which can be seen by literally everyone when they catch a glimpse of an evident hand on your chest.

He prevents you from squirming too much with his limbs tightening around you and disapproving grunts to your discomfort. So you sit there, stewing with rage and humiliation.

Until a distraction appears.

In the midst of the next match brawling in the ring, a smaller fight breaks out amongst the raging spectators.

It only catches both your attention when the yelling starts getting close to your area and men start throwing fists and yelling until their faces tie beet-red.

Kirishima and you both crane your heads around to see the source of the commotion, but you realize quickly that it’s getting way too intense around you, so much so that men begin lifting chairs and falling over themselves in their own battles.

You try to get up but Kiri’s hands are wrapped so tightly around your midriff that you barely manage to dislodge his arm. He’s distracted and looking around curiously at the dangerous setting and you have to frantically tap his arm to indicate it’s time to go.

But he snaps out of it too late, and a body gets punched your way, his large mass descending on your weaker frame.

You shriek and try to lift your hands up to protect yourself, but it doesn’t work. You’re slammed into and knocked clean off Kirishima’s lap onto the floor laced with blood and bits of torn clothes.

There’s a loud ringing in your ears as you blearily get up and take in your surrounds, which seem to love in slow motion around you. You belatedly think that you must’ve hit your head on the concrete floor when you fell.

Your arms ache as you groan and lift yourself up on shaky elbows, the sounds around you swim in and out of your aching head when suddenly an open hand is thrust in front of your face.

“Are you alright? I’m so sorry!”

Grimacing, you tilt your head up and see the same man who knocked you down. You’re in no condition to refuse help in such a volatile area however, so you gingerly lift your hand and grasp onto his open palm.

You find yourself being pulled up easily and crushed into the man’s body. It’s hard to push back but when you see how many bloody faces and broken limbs windmill around you decide it’s best to keep close to a safe space.

The man gently starts stepping over writhing bodies and lifting you up under your arms to ensure that you don’t trip and fall again while on your way to a clearer area.

You don’t resist, only looking up at him helplessly like a kitten being dragged by its mom from the scruff. His body is warm and toned, yet plush and comfortable to lean against when you need to. Your cranium still pounds, but your head clears a bit when you look into his surprisingly concerned grey eyes.

“You alright? Hit your head a little hard, huh? My bad.”

He sets you on a perch near the office and looks around, deeming it a less loud and crowded area for your health.

He says nothing, but you don’t sense any malice from him. He doesn’t move either though, he just leans an arm on the extension and puts another hand on his hip, scanning the screaming men and casualties as if he were looking out in a snowy field.

He might be protecting you, or looking for a good place to jump in and start swinging himself, you’re not sure.

But you’re grateful for his helpful presence, nonetheless.

And then suddenly your moment of reprieve is dismantled when you hear him frantically calling your name.

You see his head hair sticking up, spiky as ever while the top of his head bobs left and right, in circles and backwards as he tries finding you.

Your head starts to hurt again.

“Y/N! Where the hell are you?”

Eventually and unfortunately he sees your figure above the fray, and he swears you look like an angel-siting above this rifraff, your body perfectly intact unlike the rest of these thugs, your expression dazed and vulnerable like it did when you were choking on his co-

He sees the man next to you, and his vision shatters like glass when he takes in the proximity of him next to you.

Kirishima sees red.

“Hey, there you are cutie! I got scared I lost you for a sec’ there. Thanks for looking out for her man,” he smiles and shakes his hand with the steel-haired guy, crushing his grip a little too hard to be deemed grateful.

“No problem. The name’s Tetsutetsu. ‘Think I’ve seen you around here, you fight pretty good not gonna lie! When’s it gonna be my turn to match that strength in the rink?” He smiles deviously and knocks shoulders with you in jest.

While you smile uncomfortably and rub your now-bruising shoulder, Kirishima’s eye twitches at the contact and his smile starts straining as well.

But this is too easy to give up.

“Hey, that’s actually a really good idea. Why don’t we have our own little practice match after the shit here clears up?” He nods around to the ongoing pandemonium.

You look at him stricken, unsure of what he’s playing at. You’re not stupid, you can tell by his off body language that he’s not at rest or relaxed at all by this conversation.

The expression he’s making, while it might fool the himbo next to you, is extremely reminiscent of the faces he pulls when he chides gently in your ear to stop moving so fucking far away from him and soothes a hand over your head.

“Sounds good, and don’t worry, I’ll take it easy on you.” The other man laughs heartily and kicks away a stray rolling body.

Kirishima merely grins gently. “For your sake, is give it my best.”

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He’s strapped you to the bed-check.

You’ve been spanked black and blue-check.

A lecture has been given to your sobbing body-check.

Ointment has been slathered on the bruises-double check.

And he’s out the door at exactly 9pm, jogging his way to the bar and down the steps to the basement as a light warm up. He considers calling an ambulance before-hand, but that would mean he’d give enough mercy to leave Tetsutetsu intact…and alive.

When he bounds down the rickety steps he finds that Tetsu is already there and lightly boxing a body bag that the newbies use for practice.

He has to hold back his snort and paint his usual cheery face on, but something tells him even the dim yellow light in this room would still show the dark emotion swirling in his ruby eyes.

“What’s up bro, you made it?”

“No, I’m still at home.”

Tetsutetsu laughs heartily and doesn’t catch onto the cold bite Kirishima’s words hold.

“You’re funny. ‘Wanna warm up-“

“-Nah, actually, ‘think I’m good. Let’s just get started, I’ve been waiting for this.”

“You got it boss.”

And without further ado they both shrug off their shirts in the hot basement and ready their fists in a protective stance, circling each other.

“Y’know, when I saw you next to my girl I fantasized about caving your face in,” a punch is thrown suddenly and Tetsu is thrown off guard by the surprising agility of the bully opponent and his words.

He practically eats the hit square in the nose, his head snapping back and immediately pouring blood from his nostrils.

He coughs and staggers before realigning himself the opposite end of the fighting circle. “Wha-? Why?” The victim sounds congested from the leaking blood but his focus is only on Kirishima’s change in expression.

“Yeah, and then I saw you knock shoulders with her too…maybe I’ll cut yours off and sell ‘em for a couple hundred, whaddaya think bro?”

This time when Kirishima aims for his face again he’s ready, and he quickly dodges and strikes his face fist out.

But what he doesn’t expect is the redhead to actually catch the fist in his own larger hand and hold it in midair. He also doesn’t react in time to pull his hand out and move back when Kiri’s other fist swings low and punches so hard into his stomach that he falls to the ground, hand still captivated by Kirishima’s.

He’s never seen a man with that kinda of face on while fighting. His eyes are narrowed and dark, his mouth is set in a thin like and his whole body is taut, as if holding back his own strength.

For the first time since he’s ever been in the basement, Tetsutetsu doesn’t to fight anymore.

“Look Kirishima,” he hacks and looks wildly at him. “I don’t know if you’re upset at me for something but you gotta chill out. You can’t catch my hands like that, that’s not how you’re supposed to fight-“

“You still think I give a shit how we’re supposed to fight? No ones gonna care about strategy or sportsmanship when you’re dead, Tetsutetsu.”

His last scream is so loud and so shrill that Kirishima thinks it’s a shame it wasn’t witnessed in a real match by paying spectators.

#bully kirishima #yandere kirishima x reader #yandere kirishima #tw: implied noncon #tw: implied death #yandere mha #bnha #mha #yandere bnha #kirishima #mha kirishima #bnha kirishima

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tinytinybumblebee · 2 years ago

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Hi! I noticed you posting ghost content and thought I'd share my input, but I've just realised it's not in your fandom list so just ignore this if I'm being too forward! Anyway:

I just know that Papa IV is so good towards small ghouls and ghoulettes, sure he puts on a show of being grumpy at them on stage but they all live together and tour together so they have to get along! He is their papa at the end of it all and he gives them small kisses on the top of their masks before shows if they've been having a hard day or just to give them some support (mountain is a hard one to do as he's so tall lol)

I have this one image of ember/sodo/dewdrop (I don't know which name to use ajdhshs) standing in copia's doorway with a very sleepy looking Aether, who has been dragged out of bed by the small ghoul to go get hugs from papa.

I also think that no ghoul(ette) is ever lonely and that they all sleep close together, so sometimes bedtime is alot of tangled tails and ghoul-pillows and during these nights if one of them is tiny then they will be the center of attention and get all the love.

(Of course when talking about all of these headcannons I'm talking about the fictional demon people not the real performers lmao)

:))

!!!!! Yes aaaa I’ve been meaning to put Ghost into my fandoms thing! ;w; I’ve been a huge fan since like, 2017/2018 (Actually met Copia back in 2019!)

But yes!! Papa IV is soo good with his tiny ghoulies! Especially since these have been his ghouls/ghoul Estes since he was Cardinal, he knows what each of his ghoulies like and how to settle down their fits or knows exactly what to say to soothe them ;v; !!

And you knooow Copia is so proud of his ghouls!! At the end of every ritual he will tell them all what good jobs they did, always checking to make sure none had hurt themselves (even though Copia knows that ghouls, unlike humans, don’t get hurt as easily from simple things, like pyrotechnics xD) and gives them all kisses!

When one or many of the ghoul(ette)s are feeling tiny, Copia is right there to scoop them up in bed/couch and coddle them, head pats right between their horns (which, is the sweet spot for a ghoul, instant purring!) ;w;

Ghouls are like cats, they love a good cuddle pile, the more warmth the better in their eyes! So, bedtime definitely has all the ghoulies curled up and piled up on blankets and pillows (of course they have their own beds but, those really are just used for their instruments or if a ghoul needs a cool down/alone time) and they will definitely pull Copia into the pile sometimes, because they love him and this is a huge way for ghouls to show their love for their Papa!

Tiny ghouls definitely become the center of alll the other ghoul’s attention! It’s their “There is a kit here” instincts kick in and you’ll see the ghoul(ette) being picked up by the scruffs of their necks to carry the tiny ghoul around, ghouls tails being teething toys and also used as to support the tiny ghoul and their shaky/unsteady steps (especially for Rain, since he tends to be a stumbly ghoul)!

And absolutely!! For anyone unware: Ghost is a theatrical band, their story is about a Satantic church that has anti-popes that do musical rituals to gather new Siblings Of Sin/ members of their church! Currently they are on their 4th Papa (called Papa Emetritus IV, as the Emetrius is the bloodline of successors of the “original” Papa; Papa Nihil) and, each Papa has their own set of Ghouls, who are demons from hell that are minions/henchmen for the church and their Papa- these ghouls will play the musical instruments during rituals while Papa sings ;w;

These are the 4 Papa’s and their ghouls! Papa IV/Cardinal Copia has two types of mask for his ghouls because he was promoted from Cardinal to Papa so, the ghouls got new mask!

So, when they are talked about on this blog we are 100% talking about the characters!!

#Agere #age regression #fandom agere #sfw #mailbox #ghost bc #nameless ghouls

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babyboy-cody · 3 years ago

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ch. 01 | finding out

summary: after feeling so different for the past week, you decided to go to the doctor in order to find out what was actually wrong with you. the cause of you feeling this way was something you weren’t expecting.

warnings: depictions of early signs of pregnancy, clueless grayson, mentions of sean, implications of smut, mentions of abortion

quick note: okay so this is my first ever grayson series, so hopefully i make you guys proud. some of the pregnancy signs are things that some people don’t go through, so i wanted to make it as realistic as possible. any feedback would be great! <3

word count: 2.6k

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Waking up early in the morning, you never expected to feel like shit. From the position you were laying in, your tender breasts were pressed into the bed, causing you the slightest pain. You groaned and winced as you went to turn. Just from moving, you felt nauseous and dizzy, the blinding light from the sun pouring into the room caused you to squint. Grayson wasn’t in bed beside you as usual. He always woke up at the ass crack of dawn to start his morning routines of breakfast, exercising for two hours, and shower. The rest of his day is spent doing activities, such as woodworking/building, spending time with you, long-boarding, or exercising some more.

A wave of cramps suddenly hit you, causing you to muffle your long moan into your pillow. You tucked your body into the fetal position, tucking your hand under your sweatpants to press down on your lower stomach, hoping that the pressure would ease the aggravating pain. For the past week, you’ve been constantly getting cramps. The breast tenderness happened only a day later. Premature cramps are the usual sign of starting your period. What confuses you is why you woke up with no blood staining your underwear or pants.

Sluggishly grabbing your phone from under your pillow, you opened up your usual period app. The last time you had gotten your period was exactly the same day as last month. Your eyebrows furrow when you see that you should’ve started your period exactly two weeks ago. You hastily sit up, immediately shutting your eyes as a wave of nausea hit you like a tsunami. There was brief commotion coming from the kitchen, followed by Grayson yelling, “Ethaaannn!” You faintly heard Ethan’s boisterous laugh, which only amped up his younger brother’s annoyance.

You swallowed the forming saliva at the back of your mouth. You suddenly felt so exhausted, even though you had a whole ten hour rests with no interruptions or disruptions. Swinging your legs to the side of the bed, you slowly got up, shutting your eyes to avoid feeling dizzy so fast. You desperately craved Grayson’s warm skin against yours in order to make you feel better, especially when his strong arms were wrapped around you, holding you nice and tight against him. As though the universe heard your thoughts, Grayson enters the bedroom, a comfy hoodie adorning his upper body as gray sweats adorn his lower half. He looks so comfy and warm and soft with his messy hair and growing bed and bright smile.

“Look who’s finally awake!” He announced and spread his arms wide, running over to playfully (and gently) tackle you into the bed.

“Gray, Gray, baby, be gentle,” you quickly told him, hands grabbing onto his arm as the room suddenly spun. “I’m not feeling too good today.”

He immediately sat up, using one hand to push his long hair from his face as the other slowly sits you up. His eyes were full of worry as they scan you up and down. You smiled tiredly and gently stroked his jaw, loving the feeling of his scruff on your palm.

“What’ve you been feeling?” He was quick to ask you, desperately wanting to know why you’ve been feeling sick and what could’ve caused it. “Do you think it’s cause E was sick last week?”

“I mean, maybe,” you shrugged. “I’ve been getting cramps and my boobs have been hurting as usual before I get my period.”

“So you’re starting you’re period?” He questioned, thinking that could be the reason.

“I don’t think so, babe. I’m getting symptoms I’ve never gotten before and it’s worrying me,” you quietly told him, your voice holding such worry that he’s never heard before. “I’m so exhausted and dizzy and I can’t even stand without feeling like I’m gonna pass out.” You rubbed your hands over your face, groaning at the uncomfortable churning in your stomach as you suddenly thought about eating. “I can’t even think about food without feeling like I’m gonna throw up everywhere.”

“Baby, you need to make an appointment for the doctor or the GYN to see what’s going on. You don’t know if this could be something serious,” Grayson anxiously tells you, his large hands cupping your cheeks to make eye contact with you, his thumbs lightly stroking your warm skin back and forth.

“I will,” you held onto his wrists. “I promise.”

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After your serious talk with Grayson yesterday, you made an appointment to go to the gynecologist the very next day. Nerves were bubbling in the pit of your stomach, causing you to use the bathroom four times in the past hour. Ethan and Kristina were worried as well, unsure of what to do or say to make you feel at ease and less anxious. If what’s causing your sickness something terminal, they knew that Grayson would quite literally go insane. You were his person. Grayson was a believer of soulmates, and he knew deep in his heart and soul that you were his.

This morning, it was eerily quite. The air was awkward and tense with no one knowing how to break the ice. Grayson’s jaw was clenched and he watched your every move carefully. You were feeling a little better, only eating in small quantities and being forced to drink lots of water (by Grayson). Your appointment wasn’t until 2 in the afternoon, so you had plenty of time to do your morning routine and talk to Grayson. He insisted on staying in the bathroom when you shower and do your skin care.

“Gray, I’m not dying,” you joked lightly.

“Don’t fucking joke like that!” He raised his voice, glaring up at you as he sat on the edge of the top, elbows on his knees with his fingers interlocked. “That’s not fucking funny.” There was anger in his tone, and you realized how insensitive it was of you.

You knelt down in front of him, unlocked his hands and slithering more between his spread knees. He doesn’t look at you as he looks down at the ground between your own knees. “Hey,” you whisper, hands on his broad shoulders, lightly shaking them. “Look at me, please.” When he does, you see the slightest of tears along his waterline. Your heart breaks when his face scrunches up in agony and his eyes shut, his hands immediately covering his face to press the heels of his palms into his eyes. “Grayson…”

He sniffles into his hands, shaking his head frantically. “I can’t lose you,” he weeped so softly, his voice muffled behind the barrier of his hands. “I can’t fuckin’ lose you the same way I lost my dad. I-I just can’t.” You let him pour out his emotions, all the while holding onto his shoulders and gently pushing his hands away from his face to wipe away his warm tears. The area around his eyes and cheeks were tinged red, his beautiful eyes now turning puffy. “You don’t understand h-how broken I’d be without you, Y/N. It’s like… a piece of me might die.”

“Baby,” you whispered brokenly, shaking your head as you hurriedly pull him into your chest. His head buries itself in the crook of your neck. “I am so so sorry for making that joke, alright? Hey, look at me.” You lift his head up, wiping more of his tears with your thumbs. “I promise you, from the bottom of my heart, that everything is okay.” At the sound of your soft whisper, he lets out a quiet and shaky sigh. The thought of now hearing your voice anymore physically hurts his heart. He hesitatingly nods, desperately wanting to believe your words. But looking into your eyes this very moment, seeing the determination and confidence in your face, he has no other choice but to believe you.

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Sitting on the exam table in the cold room that slightly smells of hand sanitizer and wood, you didn’t know what else to think. Your thoughts were a jumbled mess as they tried to unravel itself to form a coherent sentence in your head. Grayson wanted to come in with you, but you had told him to stay in the car, out of fear of him hearing dreadful news. You closed your eyes and breathed in and out deeply, trying to calm the storm that’s beginning to make itself known. What you didn’t hearing was the door opening and the OB-GYN, Dr. Khaleesi, stepping in. She was a lovely Indian woman who was older than you by 20 years. You’ve been coming to her for a year and a half now for your usual STD checkups or any worries you had with your uterus. She was the sweetest woman you’ve come to known and you never felt judged by her.

“Everything alright, Y/N?” She asks as she shuts the door, leaving you both in privacy. She holds the clipboard to her side and sits onto the rolling stool to slide herself closer to you.

“Just nervous,” you laughed awkwardly.

“Well, it’s just me,” she tells you softly, her accent sounding so elegant as she gently pats your knee. “Now, it says on the appointment form that you’re hear for a checkup regarding your period.”

“Yes, um, I’m late on my period - about two weeks now. But I’ve been feeling a lot of cramps and breast tenderness and all the symptoms of starting my period. And I don’t know why,” you sighed and picked at your nails, not sure how to keep still.

“Alright, well, I’m going to be asking you a few simple questions and I want you to answer as honestly as possible,” Dr. Khaleesi tells you. “What day was your last period?”

“The 6th of May.”

“How long does menstrual cycle typically last?”

“Six to seven days, give or take.”

“And are you sexually active?”

You blushed as you thought about Grayson. You hadn’t forgotten the romantic picnic dinner he had set up in the backyard with a large projector hung up. Sitting there under the stars with him, being in such a close proximity to that man always made you feel so nervous. But having his hands on you, his lips on yours, his large and muscular body between your thighs, it made it all worth it. You most certainly didn’t forget how many times he made you orgasm in under an hour. You were thankful that Ethan and Kristina had gone to their own date night for a few hours.

“Y/N?” Dr. Khaleesi’s voice broke you free from your thoughts, causing you to clear your throat out of embarrassment.

“Y-Yes, I’m sexually active,” you softly responded.

Dr. Khaleesi nods and checks off the small YES box beside the question. “And how often do you engage in sexual intercourse?”

“Um, about three to four times a week.” You suddenly burst out into laughter at the surprised look on her face. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be,” she laughs as well. “At least one of us is getting some action, huh?” She laughs again when you cover your face, muffling your small groan. “Back to the questions. When was the last time you were sexually active?”

“I’d say last week, but I’ve been feeling these symptoms for the past two weeks now,” you hesitatingly told her, secretly not wanting to know the cause in order to avoid the dread and heartbreak if something was terminal.

“And what symptoms have you been having?” She asked you, now looking at your expression rather than the clipboard in her hands.

“Um,” you looked up in thought, “Nausea, cramps, breast tenderness, sudden feeling of exhaustion, loss of appetite, and I’ve been peeing a lot more.”

Dr. Khaleesi nods silently, her sudden silence makes you feel incredibly uneasy. You swallow down and exhale a shaky and audible sigh. She gives you a reassuring smile. “Do you mind if I exam your stomach?”

“N-No,” you quietly said and laid back on the cushioned exam table. “Go ahead, please.”

And after hearing your consent, Dr. Khaleesi pulled on some blue latex gloves and hovers her hands over your stomach. You pull up your shirt and pull the cracked skin of your bottom lip with your teeth. She gently presses down in different areas of your stomach, periodically asking, “Does this cause any pain? Discomfort?” And each time, you shook your head. As she was getting to the end of the exam, you went over every single possibility. What if it’s a tumor? What if you’re pregnant? Could it be cancer? Is it internal bleeding? Somehow, you couldn’t find a reason for each possibility to happen. You had no family members with a history of chronic illnesses. And you and Grayson always used protection, never birth control because of the harmful effects to your body. When Dr. Khaleesi was finished with the brief exam, she sighs softly and lays a hand on your shoulder.

“I know why you’re feeling like this, Y/N. And before I tell you, I want you to know that I am here if you ever need advice on how to do this, okay?” She tells you in a reassuring and motherly tone.

“Just tell me,” you whispered, voice cracking as you strong to keep a strong front. But with every second, it slowly disappeared, revealing a vulnerable and terrified woman in front of the doctor. “Please…”

Dr. Khaleesi sighed quietly and licked her red lipstick stained lips. “You’re… pregnant. Presumably one month pregnant.”

If you were standing, you were sure you would’ve dropped to your knees. Your mouth dropped open, trying desperately to form words, but all that came out was a weak squeak. Tears lined your waterline as you shook your head in disbelief.

“N-No, that’s… that’s fucking impossible,” you frantically said, shaking your head even more as you hastily stood up and walked over to the other side of the room. Your hands went to your hair as you paced back and forth. “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my, God,” you whispered to yourself, muffling a sob with the back of your hand. “I.. he’s been talking ab-about having kids for-for so long and…” your voice shook between every word. “We’re both so young!”

“We have options, Y/N,” Dr. Khaleesi gently told you as to not scare you if she rose her voice to speak over yours. “There’s abortion-”

“No!” You shouted. “That… That is out of the question. I-I need to talk to him. I need to see where his head is at first, and-and then I can talk to you about… options,” you whispered the last word. You are pro-choice, but you know deep in your heart that you couldn’t terminate this pregnancy. If Grayson thought the opposite, you’re not sure what would happen next.

“Would you like me to schedule your next appointment in one week?” Dr. Khaleesi quietly asks you as she notices the mental battle you’re currently having. “That way you have plenty of time to discuss what you both think, okay?”

You hesitatingly nod and look over at her with an expression that nearly broke her gentle heart. “I-I’m scared, Daksha.”

At the sound of her name exiting your lips, she immediately crosses over and pulls you into a hug. She understands that this may be unprofessional to her bosses and what other patients may see as inappropriate, but she would never let a terrified woman feel alone.

“You are going to be okay, child,” she tells you quietly, one hand wrapped around your shoulders as the other lightly pats the back of your head. “Whatever you decide, I will help you along the way, okay? Do not forget that.”

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writing-in-april · 4 years ago

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Helping Hands

Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader

Summary: After a bad case Spencer needs help shaving after getting injured, he gets help from the least likely person to help in his life.

A/N: Day two of my 750 follower celebration is here! This was totally supposed to be a blurb and ended up being so much long lol. Thank you @imagining-in-the-margins for this idea and letting me write it! And thanks to @spencers-dria for helping me out as always! This fic wasn’t originally going to be Gender Neutral I just ended up writing it that way on accident which is cool, I want my blog to be as inclusive as possible! I’ve had someone check it over for pronoun mistakes but please let me know if you spot any! This is also my first time writing in second person for Spencer!

Warnings: 18+, Enemies to lovers, Knife kink (use of a straight razor), Dry fucking, Humiliation, ONE slight nick to the skin- there’s just a very small bit of blood

Main Masterlist Word count: 1.68k

Your friendship with Spencer was shaky at best, the truth was you two were barely able to work together without biting each other’s heads off. It’s not that you wanted to butt heads with him almost every day, but when he picked apart everything you said constantly you always felt the need to bite back.

Emily just had to put you as roommates for this case so you guys could ‘work out your issues.’ Of course the case then ended up becoming one of your longest cases all year. The tension between you and Spencer ran high throughout the entire case, the petty arguments grew in rate as the team got less and less sleep each day. The case combined with the sleeping arrangements was definitely making you feel miserable.

Unfortunately these hellish two weeks didn’t even end with a completely good outcome. We had caught the unsub, but not before one of your own had ended up injured. Spencer had been securing the perimeter around the suspect’s house when the suspect (who ended up being the unsub) attacked him. Luckily, you hadn’t been that far away from him and were able to help him apprehend the man. You may butt heads with him almost every working day, but he was still a part of your team. You would never want him to be seriously hurt or worse. His knuckles ended up getting bruised and bloodied from his unexpected scuffle with the unsub today although he insisted he was fine.

The sight you were looking at now directly contradicted his words. His fingers were shaking badly as he tried to move his straight razor along his jaw that was coated in shaving cream. When he let out a frustrated grunt when he couldn’t get the right angle you decided to try and lend a helping hand. He seemed to get even angrier when you walked into the hotel’s bathroom, this wasn’t new however, he always seemed to get more agitated when he sensed your presence.

“Let me help you.” You snapped while reaching forward to grab the razor, your movements were in stark contrast to your words, only doing that softly as to not cut the both of you.

“Why do you want to help me?” He snapped back with just as much bite in his tone and jerked his hand away so you could not reach the razor.

“Does it matter? You need help and I’m offering to help. So sit down and let me help.” The real reason that you wanted to help didn’t have to be known by Spencer, he didn’t have to know that you felt guilty. His injuries were from no fault of your own however, you could not help a little bit of guilt pool in the bottom of your stomach. You may not like him very much, but again you did not want to see him hurt.

He finally acquiesced to your request sitting down on the edge of the tub that just had enough of a ledge so he could sit rather comfortably. You reached out and gestured towards the razor letting out a little sigh of relief when he handed it to you, glad that he was finally letting you help.

The handle of the razor was simple in design with no ornaments adorning it and it was made of a dark wood, perhaps mahogany. The simple design of the handle and blade did not mean that it was inexpensive, the weight in your hand alone was a testament of how finely made it probably was. You suspected it might have been one of the only things Spencer splurged his money on.

Soaping up his cheeks again, you then straddled his thighs so you could get as close as possible to him. He squeaked a little in surprise at your sudden willingness to be close to him. In all honesty, you didn’t really want to be that close to him, but you had promised to help him, this just was the only way you could get the correct angles.

Besides the initial squeak the fell from his lips Spencer had become strangely quiet as you got to work shaving off his stubble.

His silence was then replaced by something else, the inability to sit still. Each time you started to scrap the razor against his jaw his hips shuffled under you, making it extremely difficult to get a close enough shave.

“Stop squirming.” He of course felt the need to again not listen to you and he continued to squirm underneath you. You ran your fingers through his hair then tugging on the stands to crane his neck backwards so you could get full access to the underside of his jaw. He defiantly squirmed again, causing you to falter with the razor again, this time accidentally nicking the underside of his jaw.

Instead of hissing and pulling away from you would expect; Spencer threw you for a loop when he let out a loud moan while jutting his hips up into your own. A look of mortification came over Spencer’s face at his actions, he looked like he wanted to be anywhere else, but with your body straddling him he couldn’t quite escape your grasp so easily.

You weren’t going to lie, Spencer was an attractive man, your favorite part of his looks being his fluffy locks and the scruff he left behind after shaving. You weren’t going to pass up the opportunity of having an attractive man underneath you and begging. Experimentally you reached up with your free hand to brush up against the small nick that had only let out just a little drop of blood. Pushing down slightly on it you then rolled your hips to grind against his hardening cock in his slacks. His response to your actions pleased you, his slacks becoming more strained and another moan left his lips, this one much more high pitched.

“Are you ok with this? I won’t be gentle.”

“Yes, please do whatever you want.” You were pleasantly surprised how quickly a plea fell from his lips. It was going to be so easy to ruin him.

“Tell me if you want me to stop. You may infuriate me, but I do not want to make you uncomfortable.” He nodded quickly in understanding before tentatively moving his hands to rest on your hips lightly to make sure you were ok with his touch and so that his hands didn’t suffer from any unnecessary pain.

You were right, it was extremely easy to ruin him. It only took a few short minutes of grinding your hips into his own before you could tell he was getting a little close to his release.

“Is this all it takes for you to get off? That’s a little pathetic.” The humiliating words only made Spencer’s moans louder though at this point they had devolved into high pitched pitiful whimpers. You were glad he was keen on the idea of some light humiliation and decided to continue with some more harsh words, “I haven’t even gotten a chance to use it anywhere near any more exciting places yet. You’re so needy, Spencer.” The evil smirk that made its way onto your face at the thought of getting to use the razor in more, exhilarating places, made Spencer visibly gulp hard.

You shifted a little forward which brought more pleasure to you, enough to push you to teeter on the edge. As you felt your release begin to wash over you surged forward to mark up Spencer’s neck with a hickey to go along with the other slight mark you had left. The rocking of your hips sped up as you worked yourself through your blissful release. Spencer may have been one of the most infuriating people you knew, but you couldn’t deny that even with a few swirls of your hips together he gave you a stronger orgasm then most men ever had. After a few gasps of your breath into his neck after your release you began to focus on his own. You could just leave him hanging and force him to take a cold shower to alleviate the straining in his pants, though you couldn’t deny how good he had been for you.

“Beg me. Beg me to let you finish.” Carding your fingers through his hair once more you yanked hard so you could get to catch a glimpse of his gorgeous neck again. You brought the razor up to rest at the underside of his jaw close to the previous cut you had accidentally given him.

“Please!” Even though his begging was only one word, you were satisfied with how desperate he sounded for you. You had completely ruined him without even taking off a single article of clothing.

“Cum for me Spencer.” As soon as the words of permission fell from your lips, his hips started to meet yours with more vigor. His groans came impossibly louder as he neared his finish, so you surged forward to capture his lips with your own for the first time. Immediately you slipped your tongue into the cavern of his mouth, swallowing all of the noises that tried to escape. He rocked his hips forward once, twice, three times before feeling the front of his slacks dampen with his own release.

When you had both calmed down and slightly processed what you had both indulged in you separated from him to help clean up the nick on his jaw and to grab him a pair of sweatpants to change into. You returned to help him finish shaving making sure to leave the little bit of scruff you liked. As you finished he moved to rub slight circles into your hip, you didn’t let him do it for very long until you made sure that it wasn’t hurting his hands too much. You were both extremely content with your current position. Maybe he wasn’t as infuriating as you once thought. In any case you had enjoyed lending him your helping hands, maybe you could help him again if he was willing.

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talkfastromance4 · 4 years ago

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something part 2--calum hood

a/n: thank you for all the love on the first part!

word count: almost 4.3k

warnings: sexual situations, angst

read part one here

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“Calum?”

Calum turns upon hearing his name, knowing it’s Y/N but then his eyes widen when he also sees Missy standing on the last step of the stairs. In his shirt. With no pants on. She also said his name and now his sharp headache is back.

“Have you seen my phone?” Missy asks then looks to Y/N. “Who’s this?”

Y/N’s eyes dart between Missy and Calum, her mouth open then she shakes her head in disbelief and turns back towards the front door.

“Y/N wait!” Calum follows her out the door, the hot cement burning his feet as he sprints. By the time he reaches her she’s already opened the door of her car. He closes it then spins her around, but she avoids his eyes. “Please, let me explain.”

“There’s nothing to explain, Cal. Last night was a mistake, we shouldn’t have done what we did. I’m not mad you hooked up with Missy, it’s fine. Let me go.”

She tries to turn around and open her door again, but Calum presses it shut while simultaneously pressing himself against her. He holds her cheek in his hand until she looks into his eyes, tears pooling inside them.

He’s taken back to his bathroom being in this same position.

“I didn’t hook up with Missy, she got sick and I offered her some clothes and we fell asleep. That’s it. And I’m not letting you go when I…when I feel like I just got you.”

He swipes at a stray tear that fell and she lets out a shaky breath.

“This is already so messy, Cal.”

“Then why did you come back?” he asks, and she averts her gaze from him catching her bottom lip between her teeth.

“Because I….”

“I heard you left with Max. If you hooked up with him then…okay, it happened. But why did you come back, Y/N?”

“Because I wanted to tell you I didn’t hook up with him. I didn’t want you thinking that what you and I did wasn’t…wasn’t something. It was more than that.”

Calum could fly with how happy her words made him.

“So, I didn’t hook up with Missy and you didn’t hook up with Max. We hooked up with only each other,” he clarifies making sure they’re on the same page.

“Yes, but we both ended up in beds with the accused hook-ups and not with each other,” she chuckles. “We’re a mess.” She places her hands on his waist.

“You slept with him?” he asks, and she rolls her eyes.

“He was too drunk to drive home so he crashed with me.”

“We’re both so nice, aren’t we?” he grins inching forward.

“Cal! Someone just threw up in the living room!” Missy shouts from the doorstep.

Calum groans and ducks his head into Y/N’s neck. Her skin is cool against his lips, he forces himself not to take a nibble and have her moan like she did the night before.

“You should go clean up that mess,” she says hugging him to her. Her hands squeeze the back of his shoulders. “Then we clean up ours.”

“I like the sound of ‘we,’” he hums then pulls away. He squints in the hot sun scanning over her face. “I’ll kick everyone out, call the cleaning crew then call you and we can go out.”

“Sounds like a plan,” she stretches up and kisses his nose before moving her lips by his ear and whispers, “maybe I can return the favor you did for me last night.”

Calum groans at the endless possibilities of that statement. She laughs pushing him away to open her car door.

It wasn’t until about four thirty when everyone was out of his house, including the cleaning crew. Y/N’s been on his mind the whole time. How they got where they are now has definitely been messy, but he wouldn’t want it to be any other way or with anyone else.

He’s checking his time on his phone after his shower, he wants to pick up her favorite flowers. His Beatles playlist is echoing throughout the house while he continues to get ready and puts on black jeans, a black tank top and his white and black polka-dotted shirt. Y/N once commented it was her favorite. As he’s applying his cologne he notices he probably should have shaved, some scruff is around his mouth, but he doesn’t have time now.

By the time he’s on the road there’s a slight traffic jam that’s delaying his timetable by fifteen minutes. He sends her a quick text about the delay then taps his fingers on the steering wheel anxiously.

Fifteen minutes turned into twenty when he finally arrived at the flower shop only to find it closes early in the winter months. Fifteen minutes ago.

“You’ve got to be shittin’ me,” he grumbles and tries to Google other flower shops that would be open.

There aren’t any nearby, the closest one is ten miles in the opposite direction of where he needs to be. The sun is starting to sink below the horizon, and he looks up and down the block he’s on for any sign of flowers. Feeling defeated, he heads back to his car then spots some wildflowers sprouting along the guardrail. He picks an array of colors, purple, white, yellow, and a few small red orange looking ones.

He arranges them in a bouquet he hopes is presentable enough then searches frantically for some type of string to tie them together. The only thing he has on him is one of his chain necklaces. Calum sighs, sets the ‘bouquet’ on his seat carefully then unfastens his chain. He wraps and weaves it around the stems, fastening it together again.

When he gets on the road again there’s an accident, so he’s been redirected on a different route to Y/N’s house making him about a half hour late. He hopes she won’t hate him. He predicts she’ll shove his flower arrangement in his face.

His tires squeal as he pulls in front of her small home, Calum takes a deep breath and walks up her cement path. He hides his ‘bouquet’ behind his back and knocks on the door. He hears footsteps then the door opens, and he’s met with her gorgeous smile.

“I’m so sorry I’m late. There was traffic then the flower shop was closed and then there was an accident, so I had to take a detour,” he rambles in one breath then pulls his flowers from behind his back. “These are for you.”

“You’re so sweet,” she takes the flowers carefully and eyes up his necklace wrapped tightly around the stems. “And innovative. Why don’t you—what’s on your hand?”

He looks down when she touches his hand that held onto the flowers and he sees red bumps over his fingers and wrist. Upon seeing them his hand starts to itch.

“Umm…”

“I think you might be allergic to the flowers. Come in, I have Benadryl we can put on it.”

She takes his other hand bringing him inside. She sets the flowers on the kitchen table and leads him into her bathroom. He’s gazing at her decorations on the walls, watercolors and signs of positive quotes while she digs through a drawer.

“This should help the scratch and make it less irritated. I can—no! Don’t touch your eyes!” she gasps when she sees Calum scratching underneath his eye. She swats his hand away, her finger touching the corner of his eye lightly that’s already turning a little pink.

“Oops,” he mumbles then sneezes into his elbow. “I’m sorry. Now I’m the mess.”

“It’s okay. I’ll give you some Benadryl, but you’ll be very sleepy,” she pulls out a pill bottle.

“I don’t want to be sleepy on our date.”

“I don’t want you to be uncomfortable with hives and sneezes. We can stay in for a little bit. Here,” she hands him a small pink pill then fills a small plastic cup with water.

“This is not how I planned this night to go,” he shakes his head and takes the pill.

“Why don’t you tell me how you wanted it to go on the couch?” she smiles and kisses his cheek.

Calum’s laying on top of her while she scrolls through movies and shows on Netflix, the effects of the Benadryl were already acting. She’s playing with his hair while he mumbles about his plans for their night.

“I was going to pick you up your favorite flowers, they’d be in their own vase and everything. Not held together by my necklace,” his voice is muffled as his lips move against her stomach.

“I like how they’re held by your necklace,” she smiles stroking her finger over his forehead lightly. “Then what?”

“Then I’d pick you up, and I’d take you to the pier where there’s a bunch of…” he lets out a long yawn, “…a bunch of food vendors. There’d be a concert and we’d get ice cream or coffee before I brought you home and kissed you goodnight. I miss your lips.”

She selects a movie they both love and settles more into the couch, more into him and his warmth. Her arms wrap around him and she kisses the top of his head.

“Not what I meant,” he sighs, his body gets a little heavier, but he lifts his head. His eyes are droopy, and he has a loopy grin on his face as he purses his lips.

“What am I supposed to do with that?” she teases.

“You’re supposed to kiss me,” he pouts.

“I don’t know…you’re all drugged up.”

“Please? Wanna taste strawberries.”

“Strawberries?”

“Lips. Taste like strawberries. Now, kiss!”

He stretches up further and she giggles at his insistence and is all too willing to press her lips to his. It’s a soft kiss, his lips moving gently against hers. Calum sighs then drops his head against her chest again.

“Thank you,” he hums happily, squeezing her in a hug. “I’m sleepy.”

“I know, you can sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up,” she kisses his head again and continues to play with his curls.

Five minutes later, he’s snoring softly. Her fingers create designs up and down his back, she’s enjoying the soft noises he’s making and how he subconsciously squeezes her closer to him. Last night plays in her head as she watches the actors on the screen. She can’t help but look at Calum while he sleeps peacefully, his face is so cute.

It isn’t until about an hour and a half later that he starts to rouse awake. He flexes his muscles then lifts his head groggily.

“Am I dreaming?”

“No,” she chuckles rubbing at the sleep lines on his cheek. “How do you feel? Your eyes aren’t pink anymore.”

“My nose isn’t stuffy either,” he gives a tentative sniff then lifts his hand. “How’s my hand?”

She takes it delicately in hers, their fingers locking and unlocking, tangling and untangling. He’s free of hives, his eyes are brown and beautiful.

“Perfectly perfect,” she smiles.

Calum leans up to kiss her. “What time is it?”

“Only eight thirty. You still want to go to the pier?”

Calum and Y/N are walking hand in hand along the pier with a thousand stars scattered above them. Chatter and laughter carries them along as they sample food from people at their stands. One of the carts was a flower cart that Calum led her to with a Cheshire grin. There were arrangements in vases and even some flower crowns that Y/N was ogling up.

“Which one do you want?” Calum asks taking out his wallet.

“Mm, this one,” she points to a crown with dainty yellow flowers. Calum pays for it and places it on her head. “How do I look?”

“Gorgeous,” he smiles then ducks down and kisses her.

They continue their evening eating more food and when the music starts to play it’s the song Calum was singing earlier this morning. Was that already this morning? He pulls her against his chest, his arms wrapped around the front of her chest as he sings Something to her softly in her ears.

“You were singing that this morning when I came in.”

“It was in my head when I woke up ‘cause it makes me think of you,” he rubs his cheek against hers. “You attract me like no other.”

On their drive back to her house, ironically Ashton’s song Drive is playing, and Y/N turns the volume up that Calum can’t even hear the wind blowing in his ears. Since it was a warm night, he had the moon roof open. The stars zoomed by like they were in a rocket ship. They’re singing along together at the top of their lungs then Y/N unbuckles her belt midway through the song.

“What are you doing?” Calum shouts turning the music down a little as she stands up poking her body through the roof.

“Turn it up!” she laughs.

He joins in her laughter glancing up at her as she lifts her arms into the air, letting the wind whip through her hair. Calum never wants to forget this moment, but it also makes him nervous that half her body is out the car, so he wraps his arm around her legs, his thumb subconsciously rubbing the skin of her inner thigh.

When he pulls to a stop in front of her house, the song fades and she looks down at him, a diamond smile on her face.

You and me

She kneels down in front of him, hair windblown with her flower crown askew.

You and me

“Is my hair a mess?” she asks breathlessly.

You and me

“You’re perfect,” he shakes his head, eyes flickering to her lips.

You and me

She grabs his cheeks kissing him. And they keep kissing up her walk, through the door, down the hall until finally stopping in her bedroom. Their hearts are racing as his shirt is removed and her jacket is shoved off her shoulders. She uses all her strength to push him onto her bed and straddles him.

“You think you’re in control?” he teases shifting his hands beneath her dress and over her ass. He gives her a squeeze.

“Remember what I said this morning?” she asks stamping kisses to his neck and collarbone.

“Refresh my memory?” his fingers slip underneath her panties, snapping them against her skin.

She lifts her head gazing down at him, biting her lip through a smile. “I want to repay the favor you did for me last night.”

She tugs on his belt for good measure causing Calum to groan, he swallows harshly as she unzips the back of her dress and yanks it off her body. Her breasts falling freely, and his mouth goes dry at the sight of her. She sits back on her heels; he follows her into a sitting position removing his own shirt then quickly meeting her in the middle for a kiss. A kiss with tongues and teeth clashing and Calum cups her breasts in his hands.

“You’re so soft,” he mumbles tugging on her lip. She lets out a shaky breath then pushes him against her pillows.

He watches her undo his pants, aiding her by lifting his hips so she can tug his pants and boxers down. She crawls up his legs slowly, nails scraping his thighs, her eyes innocent as her lips un-innocently kiss below his navel. Calum strokes her cheek affectionately, then pulls on her lower lip with his thumb. His body heats up when she takes his thumb in her mouth, sucking lightly on his finger and he hisses when her hand grabs his already hardened dick.

“Fuck, you’re killin’ me already,” he sighs, and she smiles around his thumb.

She nips on his thumb, eyes still on him as she descends to his waist swiping her tongue over his hip bone. He holds his breath when she finally, finally closes her mouth around his head. When her tongue swirls his stomach clenches. She works herself up taking him little by little until he’s slicked with her spit. When she takes all of him in her mouth he lets out a loud groan, his fingers flying to her hair aiding the bobbing motion of her head.

“Feel good?” she whispers stroking him with her hand. She licks a long stripe up the underside of his dick.

“So, so good,” he pants. She smiles at the praise and Calum wishes he had a camera to capture the moment.

She bobs up and down at a faster pace, his thighs start to clench and as much as he wants to cum from her mouth alone, he needs to feel her all around him. Using all of his willpower he lifts her head off him, a line of spit hanging from her mouth and he groans pulling her in for a kiss.

He flips her over easily making her giggle at the swiftness. Before he moves his lips to one of her breasts, he stares at her. The flower crown is still somehow on her head, her hair splayed across her pillows, lips red and swollen from going down on him.

“What?” she breathes heavily, her fingers playing with his necklace.

Three words are burning dangerously on his lips, their history of bad timing has led to this perfect moment in time. Instead, he traipses his fingers down the curve of her jaw, past her collarbones, down her chest and in between her legs shifting them apart. She wraps them around his waist, and he nudges himself against her folds.

“Nothing, you’re perfect,” he shakes his head saying three different words pushing himself inside her.

She squeezes around him, her fingers tugging on his hair in pleasure, their bodies molding to one another. Two pieces of the same puzzle slotting in all the right places.

“Oh,” she gasps when he starts to thrust.

Her hips meet his in the perfect rhythm, their kisses messy, bodies sweating. A memory crosses his mind and Calum removes her hands from his hair moving them above her own head, pinning them together.

“You remembered,” she moans trying to break free from his grip just for fun. He tightens his hold, and she gasps.

“Wanna make all your fantasies come true, baby,” he grins sucking on her neck. “You take me so well…fill you up so good.”

“Cal,” she whines appreciatively at his words.

He feels her clench around him as she becomes slicker and then she’s gasping out curse words and his name as she comes undone around him. Her body trembles in delight and soon he’s coming as well. He pulls out, releases her hands so he can jerk himself on her lower belly. Her fingers find his hair again as she encourages his release with pretty sighs.

He sees her stomach glistening from his cum, his own hand covered, and he chuckles at a thought.

“What?” she pets his hair affectionately and he looks up at her. Her crown has broken, and she has yellow petals scattered in her hair and around her pillow.

“Now we’re both messy.”

“I don’t mind this kind of mess.”

The next morning, Calum regrettably had to leave early for an emergency band meeting. He tried to get out of it so he could spend more time with Y/N but it was about tour dates and some venues fell through the cracks. He got dressed quickly, eying Y/N sleeping peacefully and crouched in front of her and kissed the beauty mark by her eye.

“What time is it?” she groans then sees he’s dressed. “You’re leaving?”

“It’s early and I don’t want to leave but there’s a band emergency,” he sighs sadly. “I’ll call you as soon as we’re finished.”

“Okay. Give me a kiss before you go?”

He smiles and kisses her softly; he has to force himself to pull away or he’ll never leave.

“Sleep tight.”

She watches him leave through half-lidded eyes then falls back asleep with a smile on her face. He invades her dreams and when she wakes up she finds her phone has been blowing up. Curious, she scrolls through the notifications, one of them has a photo attached to it.

She opens it up to see Calum with Missy at a coffee shop with the headline ‘Calum Hood the BAE-ssist of 5 Seconds of Summer spotted with bombshell model Missy Robins: rumors of dating speculating.’

Y/N swallows the lump in her throat and tries to keep her mind from spiraling. He’s wearing the same clothes he had on yesterday. He wouldn’t lie about meeting with the guys, right? What they did last night was something special, their messy journey ended in the perfect way.

Or did it?

She closed out of the article and saw messages from him and a few missed calls.

[9:19 a.m] Good morning (again) sweetheart, meeting’s almost finished I’ll pick up bagels and coffee and be right over

[10:45 a.m] if you see pictures of me and Missy, I’ll explain everything. Bumped into her but the meeting didn’t go so well…

[11:10 a.m] on my way to your door, hope you’re still in bed naked 😉

She sits up wrapping her sheets around her chest just as her front door opens. He used the spare key she gave him, and she starts to pull the yellow petals that are still clinging to her hair. She can only imagine what the meeting was about and how Missy was involved. Some petals clung a little tightly and it made her eyes sting with tears, at least that’s what she told herself.

Calum enters her room with a wide grin on his face, coffee cups in a holder and a bag in his other hand.

“Hey beautiful,” he greets happily and sits next to her.

“Hey,” she says thickly avoiding his eyes. A sinking feeling nudges her heart, past wounds beginning to rupture at this all too familiar feeling. The familiar feeling of being left.

“What’s the matter?” he sets the drinks and bag on her nightstand and tries to smooth her hair, but she pushes his hand away. “Y/N, talk to me. Is it about the photos?”

“What was your meeting about?” her voice is thick with emotion; she doesn’t dare look at him in fear she’ll really lose what composure she has left.

“It was about tour, but then…management spewed out this ridiculous idea--”

“Involving Missy?” she runs her fingers over the remainder of her flower crown, the loose petals resting in her lap.

“Yes.”

Her heart sinks lower and she takes a shaky breath.

“They want you to…to um, date her, hm?” her mouth quivers but she keeps her emotions inside, no matter how hard they’re boiling to get out. “Because the new single and album and all, right?”

“Yes.” He moves to hold her, but she pulls back.

“Things keep getting messier,” she jokes but her voice cracks and she hides her face from him. The tears start to fall.

“I told them no, I told them I’m already with someone I care about. I don’t want to fake date her, I don’t want to act anymore, Y/N. Please believe me.”

“I do, I do believe you,” she nods swiping at her tears, but they keep leaking from her eyes. “But if…this is your job, Calum. It can’t be coincidence that we’ve had all these roadblocks pushing us apart. Maybe we’re not supposed to be together.”

“No, no, no, don’t say that,” he scoots closer and cradles her cheeks in his hands. His face is blurry through her tears. “I’ve only wanted to be with you, Y/N.”

“Don’t,” she shakes her head. “Don’t say that, it’s making it worse.”

“Y/N, I’m not going to date her for publicity or the band. That’s bullshit.”

“It’ll help your album—”

“Are you really trying to convince me to do this? After all we’ve been through to get here? You’re giving up?”

“It’s not giving up when we never really had each other,” she whispers. Calum’s hands drop from her face, he stares at her stunned.

“You’re just saying that. We’ve both been burned in the past, don’t push me away.”

“You should probably leave. Please,” she cries not even bothering to hide her tears anymore. “I’ll be okay.”

“That’s a damn lie and you know it.”

“It’s easy to be alone.”

“It’s even harder to be lonely.”

They sit there in silence; her tears pat on her comforter. Calum opens his mouth as if to say something else, but he closes it and shoves off the bed. He slams the door on his way out, the sound echoing her shattered heart. Her shaking hands break the rest of her crown, the petals are a mess in her hands, and she sobs in the foliage. No way will her tears restore the life back into them.

Calum’s speeding home, his pounding heart matches the speeding speedometer. He can’t believe this. He’s pissed at management. He’s pissed that he was nice enough to let Missy sleep in his bed. He’s pissed she ‘coincidentally’ was at the coffee shop after the meeting. He’s pissed that Y/N put on a brave face and forced him away.

When the drums and guitar riff of Something plays through his speakers Calum punches the screen to stop it, his rings makes it break, the screen spider webbing in cracks. He’s met with radio silence, the only thing he hears is his heart cracking.

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drawlfoy · 4 years ago

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snake for a badger

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pairing: hufflepuff!reader x draco

request? nope this was something that i came up with myself but low key i had quite a few hufflepuff requests that i never attended to and i wanted to give the hufflepuffs some love (my longest fics have had either ravenclaw or gryffindor readers, so this is your moment y’all...if you’re a slytherin then i’ll have something coming up for you soon ;))

summary: 6th year hufflepuff y/n y/l/n doesn’t know if she be afraid of draco malfoy after her friends warn her about his potential status as a death eater...and the fact that he keeps showing up to save her isn’t helping. THIS IS A TEASER!!!! for a much longer oneshot that’s currently in progress!!

warnings: teen drinking, secondhand embarrassment, swearing

a/n: important note that THIS IS A TEASER. i honestly have no idea how the entire oneshot is going to look (even though i assume that this isn’t exactly a one shot if there’s this added onto it). i’m not even sure if this is going to be a scene--it’s just the very first thing i wrote for it, and i liked it. i feel like draco’s character in this is really tricky because i haven’t yet decided how “ooc” i want him to be. i just really liked this idea and i’ve always had the image of y/n saving draco in this particular movie scene. let me know your thoughts!

no music recs, this is just a teaser

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Her shoes dug into the back of her heels as she tried to keep up with Ginny around the corner.

“I don’t understand why you insist on wearing those...torture devices,” the red-haired witch said without adjusting her stride in the slightest. Y/N was tempted to just rip them off then and there and attend Slughorn’s party barefoot and carefree, but she knew better. It was in her best interest to try and get on the good side of the professors. Even though she had no intention of holding an office in the Ministry or becoming an Auror, she still wanted a good scroll of recommendation from her Potions professor. Especially considering his connections.

“Why don’t you just spell the back of them soft?” asked Ginny. “That’s what Parvati does. At least, I think that’s what she does. I don’t know how else she’s able to wear them with her uniform every day.”

“She doesn’t know the first thing about shoes.” Y/N winced the tip of her heel wobbled for a moment in between the cobblestones. “Once you spell a shoe soft, they’re never the same again. They’re ruined. At least, that’s what my mother has always told me--she swears by that balm stuff I keep on my nightstand.”

“Ah, Mrs. Y/L/N. I’m glad she’s not here to see me. I think she would demand that I pay with my life for my outfit today.”

Y/N managed a smile. “Hey. You know she likes you. I think so, at least.”

They rounded the corner, and this time Ginny was kind enough to steady Y/N as they made their way up the final flight of stairs. “I don’t know how you’re going to make it through the whole night, Y/N. I bet you wish you’d taken up Nott’s offer to be your date this time, huh? Now that you don’t have anyone to lean on if your feet get too tired?”

“There’s something called taking my shoes off if they hurt too much,” she responded. “And I could never regret that--I know he only did it because his mother told him to. Something about a favor for my mother after we saved her at a gala, I’m sure.”

“Also the fact that Millie would crucify you if she saw you with him.”

Y/N laughed. “That too. Imagine being a Hufflepuff who accidentally put a target on her back…”

“You’d be dead.”

“But very, very stylish. And if I died, my feet wouldn’t hurt anymore.”

Ginny tutted at her. “So morbid.”

The staircase had finally turned to their stop, and before the two girls had a chance to get off, Y/N heard a voice call out for her companion.

“Ginny! Hey, Ginny!”

“Harry!”

She pulled Y/N up the last few steps and deposited her safely on the corridor platform before bounding off towards Harry and Luna at the opposite end of the hall. They must’ve come from a different direction. “I’ll catch up with you at the party, ok?”

Y/N just beamed at her friend as she closed the difference between her and Harry, pulling both him and Luna around the corner towards the music and sound of the party. If it was anyone else, she might’ve been offended, but she knew how much Harry meant to her. Even if Ginny didn’t know it yet. And Y/N would not, under any circumstance, slow her friend down because of her poor footwear choices.

She dusted her dress off before making her way further down the hall. It was slower going without the prospect of a steadying hand next to her, but it was getting easier. Maybe the balm she’d used on the leather really was softening with each step she took like it said on the box.

Before she lifted the curtain to walk into the jovial evening, a flash of blond hair caught her eye. Platinum blond hair--the type that only belonged to one person she knew.

“Malfoy?”

His head snapped up from its previous spot on his knees that were folded up on the floor. The Slytherin was obscured by the darkness and the dividing wall that had been erected in the corridor, but Y/N was completely sure of what she was seeing.

She crept closer, inwardly cringing at the sound her heels made as they clacked across the stones.

“Need anything, Y/L/N?” he drawled. Once she was close enough to see his face clearly, his expression made it clear that he was not in a good mood. Not like he ever was, though.

“Why are you...er...just sitting here?” Fuck. She sounded so ditzy.

“Enjoying my Friday night.”

“Oh...ok.” Y/N swallowed. “You were invited to Slughorn’s party?”

He shrugged.

Her mouth felt dry. Obviously, he hadn’t been invited. Slughorn was notorious for wanting to keep a squeaky clean image, and entertaining the idea of inviting a Death Eater’s son was...out of question. And he never tried in his class anymore.

She dared another look down at him and nearly squeaked when she saw him staring directly back at her. Under normal circumstances, she would’ve at least told him goodbye or goodnight, but her words completely failed her. Instead, she just stared back, completely frozen.

She couldn’t help it. Ever since last fall, she couldn’t act normal around him to save her life. Not after...that.

A cat meowed in the distance, breaking whatever was paralyzing her.

“I...I have to go. I think that’s Filch.”

He said nothing--just tilted his head and raised an eyebrow like he was expecting something from her. She spun and walked as quickly as she could manage without breaking an ankle.

“What took you so long, Y/N?” Ginny asked the moment the curtain fell behind her, closing her back into the party. The tent that was magically set up was much more spacious than she was expecting, and the lime and peach coloring was surprisingly bright and cheery.

“I...uh…”

Her explanation was cut short by the sound of the entrance curtain being shoved aside with so much force that the nearest tables shook, the fine china clattering.

Filch stood in front of them, holding a very peeved looking Draco Malfoy by the scruff of his neck. “Found this boy loitering around outside. I don’t imagine that he’s been invited to your party here.”

“I’ll take care of it.” Professor Snape appeared to her left, his robes billowing black behind him as he made his way towards the pair.

“Ok, ok, I admit it, I wasn’t--”

“Draco! Where have you been?”

The words were out of her mouth before she even had the chance to think of the heavy, heavy regret that weighed down at her the moment they were spoken--not to mention the foreign feeling of the name “Draco” instead of Malfoy on her tongue. The tension in the room was tangible as Y/N took a few tentative steps forward. Snape whipped around to glare at her with a look that contained so much venom that it nearly stunned her.

“Miss Y/L/N? What’s going on?” Her sweet Potions professor materialized behind her. Y/N felt a twinge in her gut at what she was about to say--if she followed through, he probably wouldn’t ever give her the scroll of recommendation she wanted. “Did you invite him?”

Oh well. Here goes.

She drew in a shaky breath. “Yes. He’s my...uh...date tonight.”

Ginny spun around and sent her a death glare that said oh you are so telling me about this right now.

Filch released his grip on Malfoy’s neck, shoving him forward into the crowd. Y/N met his eyes for a brief second, and the only emotion she could register was shock. And anger.

“Fine. Dumbledore will be hearing about this, though. And tell your date to stop breaking curfew in restricted areas.”

With that, the curtain fell back and Filch was gone, leaving Y/N in the throes of her own despair. Malfoy was just a few feet away from her now, standing in all his gloomy glory. And she’d just told everyone that he was her date.

The music started up again, the strings echoing around the still room. A few couples hesitantly started dancing again, and the roar of conversation slowly picked back up to where it left off. Y/N and Malfoy were the only ones not doing something...coupley.

“So,” said Malfoy. The sigh that followed was completely unreasonable. “I think you’re supposed to tell me to stop breaking curfew in restricted areas sometime soon.”

She gulped. “Yeah. That.”

He held out his hand, slow and gingerly like he was about to touch a hot stove. Y/N just gawked at it.

“We should probably dance. Or something. I don’t think you’re being a very believable date right now.”

Y/N grabbed his hand and let him pull her into the mess of couples. It felt like her mind had taken a complete vacation. What had happened? How had this night ended up this way? “I didn’t mean for this to happen,” she started.

“Yeah, well, me neither.” He was practiced and comfortable as he guided her through the steps of whatever waltz was playing. Y/N never paid much attention when she was young to the dance lessons that her parents painstakingly put her through--and it was clear from how much she needed to depend on him. Her shoes didn’t help,

“Ginny is going to fucking kill me,” she said suddenly.

“You think?” he said, his tone flat. “Why’d you say I was your date? Were you that desperate for someone?”

“I…” The words died on her tongue as she tried to get them out. Malfoy spun her as she clung to the silk lapel of his suit, hanging on for dear life as her heels teetered. “You know why.”

If he had any strong thoughts on the matter, he didn’t let it show on his face. He simply let his gaze flicker down at her for a second before he dipped her. “You know, in my world we don’t really return favors. If I were you, I would stop trying to repay me. There’s no point.”

“There doesn’t need to be one. I just…”

“Just worry about yourself, okay? I don’t need you to be stirring up your own drama with fruitless attempts to pay me back. I’m perfectly capable on my own.”

“I’m not doubting how capable you are! I’m just being a fair person!”

“Nothing about any of this is fair,” he snipped. “It doesn’t matter what you do. You’re not going to set anything right. You should know better, anyways. You shouldn’t be trying to help me. I’m surprised Potter isn’t teaching you this.”

Y/N’s cheeks grew hot while the song slowly creaked to the end. “Malfoy--”

“I’m going to get us drinks.” He dropped her hand and was gone before another word could leave her lips.

It took Ginny no more than a minute to have her friend cornered in a quiet spot of the tent, her eyes glittering. “When were you going to tell me that you were going to ask Malfoy to be your date?”

“I didn’t,” Y/N told her. She decided that she might as well be truthful. “I just felt bad for him. Snape seemed like he was in a bad mood, and I don’t want to put him through that. I don’t want to put anyone through that.”

“Ugh, you are such a Hufflepuff,” her friend groaned. “I can’t believe you. You’re kind to a fault sometimes, you know.”

“What’s the harm, Gin?” asked Y/N. “He can’t hurt me. He’s not all that bad. He’s just a prat sometimes.”

“Can’t hurt you--oh, dear.” Ginny let out a shaky breath and ran her fingers through her hair, messing up the pinned portions. Y/N resisted the urge to cringe at the sight. “Hasn’t Harry told you? You need to stay away from Malfoy. He’s dangerous.”

“Dangerous?” increduled Y/N. “No way. He’s all bark, no bite. The worst thing he’s going to do is tell me that Hufflepuffs are stupid or something.”

“Y/N.” The intensity of Ginny’s voice made her snap to attention. “You really don’t know, do you? I can’t tell you now. But I’m sure Harry will later. Just...promise me you won’t let him get you alone? Ok? And please don’t do any other favors for him. You’ll understand later.”

They both turned at the sound of a male clearing his throat. Malfoy stood, uncomfortable and broody, carrying two goblets. “Am I interrupting anything?”

“No, not at all!” said Ginny, weirdly cheery. She leaned in, feigning to kiss Y/N’s cheek goodbye, but instead she whispered, “Don’t drink that.” And then she was gone.

“Trouble in paradise with Weaselette?” he asked.

She took the goblet and faked taking a sip. “Er, no. Why do you ask?”

“You look awfully pale, my dear.”

“It’s just the draft,” she told him, but in truth she knew that her face was suddenly flaming red again.

“Hm.” He, on the contrary, took a real, genuine sip out of his goblet. “Want to sit down somewhere? I’m thinking I probably going to want to get out of here soon.”

“To each their own,” responded Y/N. She was slowly becoming warier after Ginny’s speech. There’s no way he would...no...not after what he did for her. “I’m staying around until I get Slughorn to talk to me, personally. I want him to really like me.”

“That old bat? I’m sure he already likes you, if he’s inviting you here and all.”

“I don’t think he likes me, per se. I think he just likes who my family rubs elbows with.”

A rare smile stretched across Malfoy’s face, but it didn’t seem sweet. “Ah, I remember your family now. If I recall correctly, your mother used to come do fittings for my mother?”

“Um, yeah. I believe so.” Y/N attempted to smile back, but something in her felt...off. What didn’t she know about Malfoy? Was he actually capable of hurting her? Did he want to hurt her?

“I think I’ve overstayed my welcome,” Malfoy said after a few beats of silence. “Unless you’d like to join my thrilling pursuits with breaking curfew in restricted areas, I’d better be off.”

“Malfoy…” Y/N started. She had no idea what else to tell him.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he said, sending her another one of those sly smiles that made her stomach turn. “Enjoy the rest of your night, alright?”

She made a sorry attempt to smile back. He kept looking down at her, so intently that it made her uncomfortable. He was thinking--about what, she couldn’t determine. But clearly it was something, and the gears were turning.

“May I suggest something?” His eyes glinted in the dim party lighting. Malfoy seemed to take her silence and wide-eyed stare as a yes, leaning in closer so quickly that she didn’t even have a chance to spring away.

“You’re supposed to swallow when you fake drinking something.”

He plucked the goblet out of her hand and took a sip, raising an eyebrow at her as if to say see?

Even long after he was gone, she could still feel his hot breath on her neck and hear the way his whispered voice sounded in her ear.

final a/n: hehe here i am 1 minute late!! probably later once i get all my links set up/copy paste all my tags but here it is! this is a TEASER! so remember that! i hope to get the real oneshot out sometime after i get wonders of ohio p 10 out. let me know if this is something you guys want to read/if you like this version of draco. i rlly want to write a flirtier draco because i think we could all use that right now

#draco x reader #draco malfoy x reader #draco fanfiction #draco malfoy fanfiction #draco imagine #draco malfoy imagine #draco fanfic #draco malfoy fanfic #draco x oc #draco malfoy x oc #draco x you #draco malfoy x you #draco malfoy x y/n #draco x y/n #draco #draco malfoy

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vintagedolan · 4 years ago

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Post fix concept #1- how did gray propose???!

this makes me so 🥺

Indiana barely had time to let out the breath she had been holding before Grayson’s lips were on hers. He pulled her to him by her hip, grateful that there wasn’t a barrier between their seats.

“I’m so fucking proud of you.”

Indy smiled, her adrenaline still pumping enough to make her fingers shake as she ran them over his scruff. She rested her forehead against his for a moment, catching her breath as the flight attendant came over the intercom.

“G’day, ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Sydney Australia Airport. Local time is 9:04 am and the temperature is a lovely 29 degrees. For your safety and comfort, please remain seated with your seat belt fastened until the Captain turns off the fasten seatbelt sign.”

“29, what is that, like 85 fahrenheit?” Indy asked, eyes moving to the windows that were opening on the opposite side of the aisle. They revealed a new place, a new world. It felt different somehow. Calm, and welcoming as she looked out over warm tones of brown and the far off ocean.

Grayson looked up the aisle, spotting his brother and Eden in first class, peaking their heads out to look back and check on Indy, no doubt. He threw them a quick thumbs up while Indy wasn’t looking. There had been a few moments on the flight he’d missed his usual first class ticket across the pond. But he knew with the wall between the seats, he’d have more trouble getting to Indy if she needed him. So, they went one step down, to the reclining wide seats next to each other in economy plus, big enough for Indy to climb over into his seat and sleep throughout the 15 hour flight if she needed him. Most people were there so long they forgot they were even in the air.

Indy didn’t. She slept more than she expected to though, only lulled off by Grayson’s gentle snores in her ear as he held her tight. Her body was confused, but it wasn’t anything worse than a hard 12 hour shift at the hospital. Still, her adrenaline from landing made her legs wobble when she stood in the aisle, hard enough for Grayson to stabilize her hips from behind her.

“You good?”

“Yeah, just ready to finally be off a plane,” she chuckled, reaching back to squeeze his fingers as they squeezed her waist. The group walked slowly through the line of people, made it through the airport, got their bags and made it out relatively quickly, and fresh air never smelled sweeter than on the curb before they climbed into their uber.

It didn’t hit Indy until they were there, scrunched up in the back with her between both the twins and Eden in the passenger seat.

“I did it. I actually fucking did it,” she said to herself. She turned to Grayson with a smile. “We’re here. I’m in fucking Australia!” Despite herself, she started to tear up a bit. Somewhere, tucked away, was ten year old Indy, leaping for joy at the fact that she’d accomplished something she never thought she’d be able to do.

“Hell yeah we are!” Ethan cheered, wrapping an arm around Indy’s shoulder and shaking her just barely. “Proud of you sis.”

Indy blinked back her tears and leaned against Grayson, closing her eyes as they made their way to their home for the next week and a half.

Grayson held her head against his shoulder for every bump and turn they encountered, turning his head to kiss her hair.

His mind? Well, other than keeping his girl comfortable, it was wandering to his bag in the back. Specifically, to a small wooden box that was wrapped up in one of his speedos for safe keeping.

A box that Grayson was paranoid that Indy would find every minute that he didn’t have his eyes on her. He’d been so excited to show her his favorite place, and even more excited to have his girlfriend all to himself in a king size bed that he hadn’t bothered to find a better hiding spot for it.

It worked out - there wasn’t a minute that he didn’t want to spend with her anyways. They packed their days with everything adventurous they could think of - snorkeling, beach days, exploring the outback. They went ziplining, and held koalas and pet kangaroos and learned about Australian history and culture.

Every night, they found themselves showering off the day together and crawling into bed with just enough energy left to get lost in the rhythm of Grayson’s hips and the sound of their lips on each other’s skin.

Except for the night of September 23rd. That night, Grayson put on his nicest shorts with pockets and slid the ring box into them with shaky hands before he went down the hall to find his brother.

Ethan perked up, confused for a moment before he smiled.

“Today’s the day huh?”

“Yeah. I think so.”

“You know so. You sure you don’t want me to take pictures or anything?”

“Nah, just want it to be us. I’m fucking scared bro.”

“That just means you love her. “ Ethan stood up and pulled his twin in by the shoulder, giving him a tight hug. “You got this man. Can’t wait to see you all when you get back.”

Grayson nodded and tried to settle his breathing down.

It picked right back up when he walked into the room and saw Indy in front of the mirror. She was in a sundress - a short dusty blue number that kissed the tops of her thighs, resting delicately on the curve of her ass while she leaned closer to the mirror to put on her mascara.

She smiled when she saw him, finishing quickly and turning around.

“Hi baby. I’m almost ready, just gotta pick out a lipstick.”

“Lipstick makes you sticky when I kiss you,” he pouted, making her roll her eyes playfully at him.

“Fine. Just for you.” She kissed him softly as if to prove her point, humming when he pulled her in by the hips. She melted against him for a moment, getting lost in his like she always did before her mind wandered back to her.

“We’re gonna be late to our reservations.”

“I made them for later. Wanted to show you something first.”

Indy was never one for surprises growing up, but the nervous excitement was welcomed now. She knew she could trust him, wholly, with anything. So she slid her shoes on took his hand and let him lead her to the car.

She bit her tongue when she wanted to ask where they were going, what they were doing. But it didn’t stop the worry when she pressed her fingers into Grayson’s wrist in the car, pausing the hearts she was tracing.

“Your pulse is 104. Are you good?”

“Okay human apple watch,” he laughed, pulling his arm away from her dramatically for a moment before giving it right back. “I’m fine baby. Maybe you just make my heart race.”

Indy snorted. “You wanna pull over for me to throw up or should I just do it out the window as we’re going.”

She kissed the back of his hand as they laughed.

Grayson on the other hand was 99% sure he was the one who would puke when he put the rental car in park.

Indy cocked her head to the side for a moment. Then she craned her neck up, trying to see over the embankment.

“Is the restaurant down there somewhere.”

In a moment of panic, Grayson raced to put his hand over her eyes, hitting her nose in the process.

“Okay ow?” Indy muttered.

“Fuck, sorry, sorry baby.” He leaned over and pressed a fleeting kiss to her temple. “Just close your eyes, I want it to be a surprise. Don’t open them until I say.”

“You coulda just said that,” Indy grumbled as Grayson got out of the car and went to her side. He pulled her door open, heart pounding so loud he was sure she could hear it when he leaned over to unbuckle her seatbelt.

“Okay, come out here.”

He guided her out of the car to stand up, putting his hands on her shoulders. He looked at her shoes - dainty sandals - and then at the thick sand they would have to get through to get to where he wanted on the beach. On the horizon, the sun was setting, painting the sky in shades of purple and pink. Avalon was the most beautiful beach he’d ever been to, and he knew it would only be even more special after that night.

“Get on my back.”

“Huh?”

“Just jump on my back,” he said, turning around and putting her hands on his shoulders.

“My ass will be fully out in this dress if I do that,” she countered.

“I’ll cover it with my hands or something, just jump.”

“So demanding,” she teased, but she jumped anyways. He smoothed the fabric down over her butt and held her up as he moved through the sand to the lookout he had in mind.

She rested her chin on his shoulder as he walked, eyes still squeezed shut.

“I hear the ocean,” she hummed, already content.

When he got to where he wanted, with the perfect view of the beach, he closed his eyes for a moment and sent a prayer up to all his angels that he would find the right words to say.

He sat her down gently on her feet and moved behind her, pulling the box out of his pocket. Slowly, he knelt down, watching her dress blow in the wind.

“Okay, open.”

Indy opened her eyes. The sun burned for a moment, and then she took it all in. The water was a painting of bright hues, reflected back off the sunset that tinted the clouds. The beach was pristine, fine white sand laying perfectly for as far as she could see in either direction.

“Oh wow. This place is perfect.”

And then she turned around.

The ring caught the fading light, sparkling in it’s little box lined with velvet. His smile was brighter. And nervous, more nervous than she’d seen it in so long. She watched him swallow as he looked up at her.

“Oh my god.” She covered her mouth, her legs feeling like jello beneath her.

“Indiana-”

He forgot his entire speech in the moment, and it didn’t matter.

“I love you. I knew I wanted you to be a part of my life from the first day that I met you. And then I fell in love with you, and I knew I was going to love you for the rest of my life, no matter what. I want everything, all of it. The wedding and the honeymoon and the kids and the good days and the hard days and the days when we’re old and gross but we still have each other. I want forever with you, and for me, marriage is the promise for that. And you have me, forever, no matter what. So... Indiana Jamie Cross... will you marry me?”

“Yes. A million times yes.”

She couldn’t kiss him fast enough. She crouched, cupping his face in both her hands as he stood up, desperate to have him. He wrapped his arms around her waist, spinning her around and sending sand flying that neither of them noticed as they laughed with tearful eyes.

indy was dizzy when he sat her down, hands shaking as he held up the box again. The ring was beautiful and delicate, with thin gold all the way around the stone.

“I got it custom. And I had them round out the top and bottom edges just a little bit so it doesn’t get caught on your gloves at work,” he explained.

“I love you so much. Forever,” she whispered, kissing him again just because she could. He breathed her in, squeezing her again before he pulled back and reached for her left hand, sliding the ring on, letting out a relieved sigh when it fit.

“Oh my god that really just happened,” Indy whispered, and all they could do was laugh and hold each other as it sank in.

Gray kissed her hair. “No going back now, you already said yes.”

She smacked his shoulder playfully, admiring the way the ring caught the light when she did. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, nuzzling into her hair as the swayed back and forth, soaking in the moment.

“Also, sad news. I totally lied about the reservation, and Ethan’s contribution is cooking dinner tonight. So we might be celebrating our engagement with food poisoning.”

Indy laughed into his shirt. “Well hey, at least if we’re puking our guts out later we’re doing it as fiancees.” The word felt foreign but somehow electrifying coming off her tongue.

“Fuck yeah we are. You ready to go home, or do you wanna stay another minute.”

“Just a few more minutes. I wanna remember this forever.”

Gray smiled his brightest smile and kissed her slow and warm before wrapping her up again, closing his eyes as they held each other again.

Against his back, through his shirt, he felt her finger move.

H-U-S-B-A-N-D

bonus: this is the ring :’)

#bsides #mixtape #im soft now damn

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finnsucks23 · 4 years ago

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For your omegaverse request, mayhaps an alpha!aizawa or alpha!shinsou x virgin!omega!reader? 👀

A/N: OKAY OKAY I SEE YOU. Listen... Alpha Shinsou has me feeling things. That might just be the bottom talking, but it's a fact. Thank you for this Anon, really.

[ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+]

I ended up closing it at a close point!! I'm not sure if you all would want a part 2? Let me know!!

Pairing: Alpha!Shinsou x Omega!F!Reader.

Warnings: 18+ Content, Omegaverse, Dumbification, Not quite Smut but pretty close.

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"Mirio, I'm begging you-" you pleaded over the phone, tears gathering in your eyes as the pain in your gut began to increase tenfold.

The younger girl next to you noticed the pain you were going through, and hugged you as you spoke to her trusted friend.

"I can't, Y/n. I already told you I'm about an hour away with Tamaki and Nejire. I'm sure Shinsou or Izuku would be able to pick up little Eri." His cheery voice had you boiling with anger.

"I already texted Shinsou and he hasn't replied, no surprise there. He hates me." You huffed, looking at Eri and giving her a smile as you tried to hide your discomfort.

"Plus he's an Alpha! It would be awful, Mirio." You felt your face heat up at the thought of you pouncing on Shinsou when he least expected it.

Could it be that bad though?

No. What are you thinking?! Shinsou is a annoying, lazy, man whore who sleeps around with as many women as he wants.

He is trouble, and you wonder where your father went wrong in training him.

Throughout high school, Shinsou seemed to be a laid back and nice guy. You actually became close when he joined your class, after Denki harassed him to be friends, of course.

You had grown accustomed to him coming over for dinner and training late with Aizawa, you'd have to spend late nights with Eri and make sure she went to bed on time and such.

As your third year started coming to an end, you had to keep your distance.

It upset you greatly, it really wasn't your choice but Aizawa had asked you to keep away from his golden boy.

That's when Hitoshi became the rude asshole he is now, when you tried to make amends at the graduation party, he told you to stay away.

He told you that you completely repulsed him and he wanted nothing to do with you.

It hurt.

You only kept in contact for Eri's sake, over a year has passed since that day but his words still break your heart.

"Whatever..." you sighed, "I'll call Deku. I'll see you tomorrow." You didn't give the happy go lucky blond a chance before you hung up and called Izuku.

"Hello?" You could tell he was smiling by the way he spoke, it was just so easy to tell with him. "Hey Izuku! Listen, I'm in a lot of pain right now and I really need someone to come get Eri. Is there any way you or Uraraka could come get her?" You crossed your fingers in hope as you held your breath.

"Of course! But are you okay? Did something happen?" The worry in his voice made you frown, he was always such a caring friend.

"I just... I ran out of suppressants. I've been so busy that I lost track and now I'm in a bit of a bind." You gripped your stomach as your emerald haired friend agreed to come pick up your sister.

You thanked him over and over again as you ended the call and grabbed Eri's hand, walking her to her room so she could grab some stuff to go.

It didn't take long for Izuku to show up on your doorstep, he had a happy smile that quickly dissapeared when he caught a bit of your scent.

"Oh no, that's really really potent. Are you going to be okay?" He gave you a worried smile, you just shrugged feeling yet another sharp pain in your lower belly.

"I'll just let it run it's course, I've never really been through this before and I don't know what to expect..." you frowned, immediately perking up at the sudden urge you felt to barricade yourself away in your room.

You leaned down and gave Eri a forehead kiss before ushering her out the door and saying your goodbyes, as soon as you shut the door, all hell had broken loose.

It was like floodgates as your body began to burn, immediately you tore at the shirt on your back, peeling it off your sweating skin as you began to pant.

Circling around your livingroom, you slid off the sweatpants you were wearing along with the underwear. Looking down, slick was keeping the fabric close to your cunt as you whined, pulling it away and watching the stringy white substance keeping you connected.

Throwing them to the side of wherever in your house, you wobbled your way into the kitchen to grab a ice pack or two to help keep your body temperature down.

Just as you opened your freezer, and reached for the blue gel packs, the doorbell rang and you froze in place feeling more heat course through your veins.

That scent.

It smelled so good.

Your eyes felt glossy as you shifted uncomfortably, feeling in a bit of a haze as you stumbled to the door, only a bit embarrassed at the lack of clothing.

"Y-yes?" You called out, pressing your ear to the door. The deep grumble that you heard had suddenly set your heart and cunt on fire.

Oh no, this was bad.

Really bad.

"Izuku told me everything, I came by to bring some medication and stuff." The deep voice huffed, making you feel a bit angry at the sudden flood of emotions.

"Piss off Hitoshi! You couldn't even fucking answer when I needed you to come get Eri!" You scrunched up your nose with distaste, feeling another wave of slick gush down your thighs.

You pressed them together, letting out a long mixture of a moan and a whine. You swore you heard Shinsou curse outside your door.

"Y/n. Just open the damned door." He demanded, the tone of his voice released something in you as you felt like you were floating. You couldn't control yourself as you unlocked the latch, stepping behind the door as you opened it to reveal the glorious Alpha you wanted for years.

He was gorgeous.

His lilac hair was a mess, but you always just wanted to run your fingers through it and pull at the roots. His scruff was barely there but still present, and it made your stomach tighten with how well it fit his rugged looks.

He was tall, broad, and muscular.

He was a top Alpha.

"I don't want you here." You lied, ignoring your animalistic instincts to just latch onto the tall man. "That's bullshit, I can smell when you lie. Your pheromones decrease a little." You froze at the words as he pushed the door open, not even sparing you a glance as he strutted through your apartment.

"Hey! Get out and d-don't look at me!" You growled, growing frustrated with this seemingly incompetent and arrogant asshole.

"I don't want to look at you, trust me." His words stung you a bit as you watched his face grow with disgust as he spotted the clothes you tore away from your heated skin. He kicked them a bit with his black boot, suddenly you could hear his heart rate increase as he spotted a certain cloth.

It was still soaked, covered in so much slick, he couldn't help but let out a shaky breath as his jeans suddenly felt tight around his groin.

You had let out another pained cry as your cunt throbbed, your hand immediately reaching down to the area to subside the pain. It was supposed to be innocent in hindsight, only your instincts kicked im at the sudden warmth of your fingers.

In a haze, your body moved on its own. Slick began to coat your digits as you dragged them up and down your folds, shuddering as they grazed your clit.

"Fuck-" you breathed out, eyes rolling in the back of your head as Hitoshi turned around to catch you in the act.

You expected a look of disgust, or at least a slough of harsh words to pour from his lips. Instead, nothing came. Only a small smirk as his bold eyes stared you down.

"Toshi..." You mumbled, keeping eye contact as you continued to rub tight circles into your clit. The man only growled, tilting his head as he visibly had conflict with himself.

Shinsou was trying to fight his feral side, trying to calm down the Alpha inside of him as he only felt his cock stiffen even more.

"Fuck it." He mumbled, giving you exactly ome second to take im his words before he grabbed you.

"Fucking Omega's." He grumbled, ignoring your cry of surprise as he threw you over his shoulder.

"I hope you know that I am not going to stop, no matter how much you beg. You wanna act like a bitch in heat? Then I'll stuff you full of my pups like the slut you are."

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