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Hey guys I just showered and now I’m thinking about how Will can convince you to let him shower with you with promises of “just a shower baby!” And it. Always ends up with you getting railed while your deep conditioner is supposed to be setting. And you know it will!! You are fully aware this is how things will go bc Mr. Cum Goblin over here cannot resist you when you are naked and wet and available okay he’s just a man!!!!

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All I Want for Christmas

Part 1 | Part 2

Pairing: Will Ramos x fem!Reader x Noah Sebastian

Content Warnings: 18+!, smut, threesome, use of sex toy (butt plug), oral (female receiving), fingering, double penetration, unprotected sex (vaginal and anal),

This was a request:

Anon: Could I request some Will x female reader x Noah smut with double penetration? I’m not picky about the rest. I love your work and trust that whatever you write will be great! If this is not something you feel comfortable with I totally understand! Thank you 🙏🏻

A/N: I have never written anything like this in my entire life, so please keep that in mind. I tried my absolute best. I feel like every time I get the urge to write for this little idea of mine, someone requests something. It’s only happened twice, but like… maybe it’s time I like.. ACTUALLY sit down and and write for it. Idk. It’s scary!!! Tho it doesn’t share the same title, it is a part of the All Bark series. ANYWAY. Hope you enjoy it anon!!! ALSO, I RUSHED to get this done by Christmas so it’s still rough and basically unedited, so if it’s a lil wonky and jumbled and messy at times, Im sorry!!!also, the way I was thinking abt writing something like this and then immediately getting this as a request the next day is wild

Word Count: 4.8k

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If you would like to be added, please let me know for who! If you tell me everyone/everything, just know that includes anything I may write for Bad Omens AND/OR Will Ramos.

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Noah Masterlist

Will Masterlist

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Will and Noah were lounging comfortably together on the sofa when I nervously stepped into the living room. Will’s arm was draped across the back of the couch. Noah was leaning into his side mindlessly scrolling away on his phone.

“Can I talk to you both really quick?” I asked quietly.

They glanced up at me briefly then shared a look of concern between themselves. Noah locked his phone and tossed it aside. Will reached for the remote while Noah leaned forward and rested his arms on his thighs. His gaze found mine, worry simmering deep in his almost black, boba-esque eyes.

“What’s up, buttercup?” Will spoke, lowering the TV volume.

I smiled shyly at the pet name. Worry also settled itself in Will’s enchantingly warm brown eyes, but curiosity also presented itself.

“So, I know I said I didn't want anything really special for Christmas,” I started. Panic flashed on their faces, making me chuckle. “Relax, I’m not changing my mind at the last minute.”

My hands and fingers fidgeted nervously as I looked at them. Their gazes bore into me, waiting anxiously for whatever I was about to tell them. I thought about what and how I want to bring this up, but now that the conversation was on the cusp of happening, I froze. Shyness and maybe a hint of embarrassment started creeping through my body.

“Uhm,” I croaked.

Will and Noah’s brows raised, still waiting patiently for me to find my voice. The weight of their stares began to set heavily on my chest. Suddenly I felt overwhelmed and lost all my mustered up courage.

“You know, nevermind.”

The words tumbled from my mouth as I quickly turned to leave.

“Hey, no. Come here.” Noah’s firm yet gentle tone stopped me in my tracks.

I pressed my lips together and closed my eyes. With a deep breath, I turned around and walked slowly towards Will and Noah. They scooted away from each other and made room for me to sit between them. Will flipped the TV off then ran his hand up and down my back. Noah placed a hand on my thigh and gave it a comforting squeeze.

“It’s fine if you’ve changed your mind,” Will spoke first. “You can tell us.” He pressed a kiss to my temple.

Being sandwiched between them only made the anxious gurgling in my stomach worse. Restlessly, I picked at my fingers and cuticles. A tattooed hand from each of them clasped around my fidgeting hands.

Noah bumped his shoulder against mine. “What is it you want for Christmas, baby?”

“It’s something for all three of us.”

Not looking at them proved to be easier for me as I started to explain.

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WILL’S POV

Noah wanted to order it online to avoid the crazed holiday crowds, but I insisted on getting it in store. I was worried it wouldn’t arrive on time. Plus, I didn’t want the surprise to get ruined if it happened to come while both he and I were out. This wasn’t necessarily part of her Christmas present, but we thought it would be a nice gesture.

“Are you sure it’s gonna fit?” I questioned.

Noah scoffed. “I’m sure, but I’ll keep the receipt just in case.”

“It just looks… Small.”

“You’ve been with her for so long. How do you not know any of her sizes?”

I shrugged. “I get lucky with my guesses. Plus, it never lasts past the one night. I’ve ripped every piece to shreds.”

“Well don’t fucking ruin this one.” Noah said, handing me the receipt, “It was fucking expensive.”

My eyes bulged out of my head when I saw the price.

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CHRISTMAS EVE

“This is from both of us.”

Noah kissed my forehead and handed me a simple red and green bag. Matching expectant and shy smiles were on Will and Noah’s faces. I looked at them and then the gift.

“We thought about waiting ‘til tomorrow, but now seemed better.” Will draped an arm around Noah’s shoulder.

Carefully, I picked up the bag and set it in my lap. Festive tissue paper stuck out of the top. I removed the paper and took a peek inside. A sizable black box was inside along with two other smaller ones wrapped in gold and red paper. Noah’s lips curled into a smirk when I opened the larger box and gasped.

“Are you kidding me?!”

Nestled neatly inside was a dark emerald green matching lace bra and panty. The brand tag was still attached and I nearly died. It was from the store I constantly talked Noah and Will’s ear off about. I’d been wanting something from that store for ages, but could never justify spending that kind of money.

I stared at them incredulously. “How much did this cost you?!”

“Enough that I may actually have to kill Will if he so much as tears a single thread.” Noah shot a warning glare at him, who only snickered.

“I’m a simple man.” Will shrugged. “I see a hot girl in lingerie and I lose my mind a little.”

Noah jabbed him with his elbow which made me giggle.

“The other gifts are more for what you actually asked for.”

Heat spread over my body and across my face. The jovial and light air shifted. Will sensed my hesitation and spoke softly.

“If you don’t want one of them, that’s fine. We thought it would help, so...” His voice trailed off.

They watched with bated breath as I carefully tore open the wrapping paper. One of the gifts was lube. Practical. A sleek, discreet black box was hidden under the other wrapping. I chanced a glance at Will and Noah, both of them giving me small smiles.

With slightly shaky hands, I opened the box. The warmth in my face intensified. Three different sizes of steel butt plugs awaited, each one adorned with a heart-shaped, emerald green gem. The metal was cool against my fingers. Nervous excitement stirred in my blood. My mind ran wild with erotic images. I bit my lip to keep my grin from breaking my face.

“Do you like them?” Will’s voice cut through my thoughts.

I turned my attention to Will and Noah. Noah’s face held no expression but his eyes were laced with anticipation. Will wore his emotion in his face, an equal amount of anticipation and a sprinkle of worry in his expression. It was touching that they were so concerned.

“I like them a lot!” I beamed.

Their shoulders relaxed.

“I’m just…” I looked back at the intimate gifts. “I have a lot of ideas swimming in my head.”

Mischief and intent flickered in Noah’s eyes. “Well, we can get a start on that tomorrow then.”

He walked towards me, Will close on his heels, and pressed a soft kiss to my cheek. Will covered Noah’s kiss with his own.

“I expect you to wear that set all day tomorrow.” Will husked.

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CHRISTMAS DAY

I stared at my reflection in the mirror, admiring myself and the expensive lingerie the boys gifted me. The color looked incredible against my skin. I’d worn it all day like Will asked. Neither of them could keep their hands to themselves, even going as far to push the other away to touch me anywhere they could. Will managed to rip one of my favorite holiday sweaters trying to get a look at the lingerie underneath. They were like starved beasts and I was the helpless little doe.

Downstairs, I could hear Will screaming demonically along to Christmas tunes with Noah joining him periodically. Getting them to leave me alone while I prepared was almost impossible. They were so eager and willing to help. I felt a tinge of guilt for banning them to the living room, but I needed a moment to myself.

I fluffed out my hair and turned around. Bending down slightly, ran a hand over my ass cheek and spread them, just enough to see the heart-shaped emerald gem. It was an odd sensation, but intensely pleasurable. The coolness of the steel as I carefully inserted the plug rippled through my entire being. My skin felt hyper charged and electric.

“All I want for Christmas is YOU!” Will belted, his goblin-like vocals accompanied by Noah’s joyful laughter.

With a final look in the mirror and a quick deep breath, I grabbed the lube and made my way out of our shared bedroom. Noah and Will were still screaming and singing along to Christmas songs as I silently walked down the stairs. The tree in the living room illuminated the space. Soft warm white light cast a cozy and comfortable aura.

Noah stopped mid word when his eyes landed on me. A tiny and sheepish smile pulled at the corners of my mouth. Will shot up off the couch, his eyes fixed just as intensely on me. Noah stepped behind him and wrapped his arms around his waist. He pressed a soft kiss to Will’s neck then propped his chin on his shoulder.

Neither of them wore a shirt or pants, only donning the matching holiday briefs I gifted them earlier this month, and Will wearing a Santa that I didn’t even know we had. I let myself happily and hungrily drink in the sight of their heavily tattooed bodies. They looked heavenly.

Their gazes were saturated in desire as I continued my descent down the stairs, closing the remaining distance between us. A blend of excitement and nerves bubbled in my gut. Will and Noah’s eyes roamed my body from head to toe, memorizing every detail of my skin and already heightened breath, studying every little movement and twitch I made, like predators stalking their prey—except I was more than willing to let myself be devoured.

“You look pretty.” Noah said, his voice low and calm.

I offered a smile as thanks and handed him the bottle of lube. He pressed another kiss to Will’s neck as he grabbed it, letting Will slip from his hold.

Will said nothing. He continued to stare at me, a carnal desire burning deep and fiercely in his eyes. I shifted, nervous and eager under his gaze. If I was a betting woman, I’d bet his mind was running wild with dirty and erotic thoughts.

“Will?” My words were shaky and barely above a whisper.

He stayed lost in his daydream until I reached for his hand. He blinked a few times, breaking himself out of his trance then smiled brightly.

“Hi.”

I chuckled softly. “Hi.”

Will reached for his Santa hat and removed it, placing it on my head. He dipped his head down and placed a chaste kiss on my lips.

“It looks better on you.” Noah smirked.

He laughed fondly at Will’s pout. Noah patted Will’s arm and gestured for him to sit. Will interlocked our fingers and guided me to his spot on the couch. Noah set the bottle on the end table then stepped behind me. His hands started massaging my neck and shoulders. I groaned, the knots and stiffness in my muscles melting away at his tender yet purposeful movements.

“You’re so tense,” he said, breath warm in my ear, “We need you relaxed, baby.”

Noah pressed a phantom kiss below my ear lobe. My eyes fluttered shut as he continued to work out the kinks. He snuck his fingers under the straps of my bra and slowly slipped them off my shoulders. His lips teasingly ghosted along my neck, never giving me the satisfaction of his full mouth against my skin. His breath and soft touches blazed a searing path of goosebumps and heat everywhere on my body.

Will slid off the couch and kneeled before me. He ran his softly calloused hands up my legs, following the trail they made with his lips. A quiet gasp fluttered past my tongue and I leaned back into Noah. He kissed my neck lightly, eliciting another sound from me. Will’s thumbs rubbed small, delicate circles in my thighs and eased my legs apart. He slipped his hands under the waistband of my thong, and slowly peeled it away.

Taking Will’s lead, Noah unclasped my bra with practiced expertise, using only one hand while the other resumed its exploration of my body. He carefully helped me remove it and softly tossed it somewhere behind us. Will blessed my thighs with hot, open mouthed kisses, making sure each one was sufficiently spoiled. I looked down at him through my lashes. His love drunk eyes were already locked on to me, soaking in the sight of Noah sensually caressing my figure.

Will dug his fingers into my hips. He softly and audibly kissed my outer lips, merely taunting me and making me squirm in Noah’s hold. Noah pressed his body against mine, his hard cock rutting against my ass. One of his hands slithered up my chest and rested gently on my exposed throat. The other split its time, tenderly fondling each of my breasts as Will latched his mouth on my dripping pussy, loudly and ravenously enjoying his appetizer.

The moan that left my lungs was desperate and low.

“How’s she taste, Will?” The edge in Noah’s voice sent a shiver down deep to my bones. “How wet is she?”

Noah’s hand left my breasts and slid it down to my ass, roughly grabbing a handful. Will’s response was only a delighted hum that rippled through my body. His tongue flicked meticulously at my clit, moving in just the right way to make my legs go weak. I clung to Noah for stability.

“Oh, she’s extra sensitive tonight.” Noah rasped.

His hand slotted between my cheeks, using his wrist to help spread them slightly. I sucked in a sharp breath as he touched the plug still in my ass.

“I can’t wait for that to be my cock buried in you.”

Both my pussy and asshole throbbed. Noah closed his mouth on the crook of my neck, sucking soft kisses across my shoulder. His hands wandered my skin freely once more, his touch gentle and warm.

Will inserted a finger in my pussy. He wasted no time, immediately curling in search of the sensitive, spongy spot. It took a few deep, hard thrusts before he successfully found it and got the response he wanted. Noah pushed his cock against me again.

I choked a high pitched whine, a familiar elation building inside me. I didn’t know how intense my orgasm would be, but it promised to be electric.

Another finger slid inside me, edging me closer and closer to release.

Noah scraped his teeth along my nape. “You’re close, aren’t you?”

All I could do was nod. Will quickened his fingers and tongue, lapping and pumping relentlessly. Noah found his way back to my breasts and squeezed them, running his thumbs over my perked, hard nipples. He pinched and twisted the buds delicately, groaning into my neck each time I arched back and grinded against him.

“Be a good girl and cum for Will.”

I wanted to be good for Noah. I wanted to be good for Will. The edge was right there. I was on the cusp of my orgasm.

My eyes screwed shut, a white haze and speckled faux galaxies expanded and melded behind my lids. Noah embraced me closer as my body started to shudder. My hands searched for something to grasp. Each of them found Will and Noah’s head and gripped their hair tightly.

With sputtering breaths, I came on Will’s mouth and fingers. My mind was void of anything else except the overwhelming pleasure washing over me. Noah cradled me as my climax shook my body, whispering soft words about how good I was for listening. Will’s tongue coaxed me along, hungrily licking everything up, not leaving a drop behind.

I relaxed in Noah’s arms with a heavy, satisfied sigh as Will detached from me, all the tenseness in my muscles long forgotten. Noah stroked his hands down and up my arms.

I glanced down at Will.

From nose to chin was covered and glistening in my arousal. His eyes shone brightly in the soft warm white glow of the Christmas tree. One of my favorite things in the entire universe is how awestruck and lovingly Will looks at me after giving me oral. It’s like the entire world’s joy and happiness is contained in his rich brown eyes.

Will stood, his knees popping and cracking, and cupped my face. His thumbs stroked the tops of my cheeks.

“Good?” He asked.

“Good.” I smiled. Will mirrored it.

He softly pressed his lips to mine, kissing me sweetly and tenderly, pulling all the air from lungs. Noah’s hands traveled to my stomach. He pressed his fingertips into my skin, gently kneading and massaging the softness there. I gasped as his hand dipped between my thighs and spread my folds. His fingers mindlessly played in my arousal and lingering saliva, no rhyme or reason to his motions.

Will trailed kisses up my neck until he found Noah’s lips. Noah moaned deeply, enjoying the taste of me on Will's tongue. I was sandwiched completely between them, their bodies warm on my chest and back. I could do nothing but be overwhelmed in their body heat as their kiss turned sloppy and desperate, their teeth clacking together. Noah let go of me and gripped Will’s face with force. It’s as if they momentarily forgot about me, focusing only on each other, getting lost in the moment and the mashing of their tongues and lips.

My strained whimper and constricted squirming broke them out of their spell. Noah and Will broke apart and panted breathlessly into their mouths.

Noah pulled away first, the warmth of his body replaced with the cool air of the living room. He tugged his briefs down, his hard cock springing free. Will followed suit and kicked the discarded fabric away. He laid back on the couch, spreading his legs wide. The sight of him sprawled out, cock leaking precum and his lustful, lascivious gaze made me throb and clench. He held a hand out for me and I grabbed it happily, lacing our fingers together.

Will helped me crawl on top of him, but stopped me from sitting on his waiting erection.

“Just a second, love.” Will kissed my hand. “Noah, toss me the lube.”

He caught the bottle with ease and flipped it open. Will squirted a decent amount in his fingers then tossed the bottle back to Noah. I watched Will slowly jerk himself, slicking his up his dick. His head fell back as he gingerly ran his fingers over the head, smearing his precum all around. Will then reached for me, brushing his slick fingers over my clit and wiping the remaining lube down my slit. I shuddered as he teasingly slid a finger inside.

“Baby, you’re absolutely soaked.” Will said, removing his finger.

I grabbed Will’s cock and he closed his hand over mine. I straddled his lap, positioning myself so I could align him with my entrance. Will helped, then I lowered, his cock inserting with ease. His fingers dug in my hips. My walls throbbed around him. The sensation of my pussy and ass being filled made my head spin.

Will’s eyes fell shut and his head dropped back, a deep groan erupting from his chest. “You feel so good, oh my god.”

I wriggled my hips, relishing in the sound of Will’s tiny whines. Noah placed his large hands on my ass and squeezed my cheeks. He bent over, chest laying flush on my back.

“As much as I’d love to watch you ride, I’m aching to get inside you.” Noah nipped my shoulder.

“Could you stay still for me so I can take this out,” he reached for the heart-shaped gem between my cheeks, “And put my cock there instead?”

I stilled my movements as he lightly tugged on the plug. An electric jolt shot through me, my pussy and ass clenched. Will muttered a quiet curse under his breath. Noah hummed. I fixed my eyes on Will. His jaw was set firmly. He wanted to move just as badly as I did.

Behind me, I heard Noah open the bottle then felt a trickle of wetness sliding down my crack. I shivered as he carefully and slowly pulled the plug from my hole. My hands landed on Will’s chest with a loud smack as I adjusted to the emptiness. A quiver spread throughout my entire body, gasping breathless breaths struggled to leave my lungs. My pussy and hole throbbed again. Will sunk his nails into my flesh and thrusted hips a few times, unable to control himself.

“Fuck, you need to hurry the fuck up Noah,” Will strained, “I’m losing my mind just laying here.”

Noah chuckled, taking his place behind me. “She needs time to adjust, Will.”

I felt him press the head of his slicked up cock to my equally slicked hole. My breath hitched in anticipation.

“If you’re uncomfortable at any point, say ‘red’.” Noah kissed between my shoulders. “Don’t push yourself, okay baby?”

I kept my eyes locked on Will and nodded. “Okay.”

“I’m gonna ease in, alright? Just stay focused on Will and breathe.”

I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

Noah pushed the tip of his dick to my hole, inching inside with some resistance. My whimper prompted him to halt until I gave him a small nod to continue. He mumbled swears to himself as he slowly eased deeper, making sure to give me time to adjust to his size. My body trembled softly as Noah bottomed out, his entire cock buried balls deep. He planted his hand on my hips and gripped them firmly. Both Will and Noah let out simultaneous moans as I clenched around them.

A new type of pleasure and euphoria coursed through my blood. It was dizzying and mind numbing being so full of them both at the same time. Not a single thought could be found in my brain.

“Good, baby?” One of them asked. The voice sounded far away.

“So good.” I croaked. “So, so, so, so good.”

Desperately, I wiggled between them, needing more from each of them, a festering desire and unbridled arousal blazed across every millimeter of my skin. My body was weak and useless. I couldn’t move the way I wanted and it frustrated me, which only added fuel to my fire. All I could do was lay there and be leisurely fucked. Their worry about my comfort was so sweet and touching, but I wasn’t fragile. I needed to be broken in half.

“Please,” I shamelessly begged. “I need more. Fuck me.”

Will’s hold on my waist turned bruising. “Are you—“

“Yes.” I didn’t even give him time to ask. I know what I needed and wanted.

Will looked past me to Noah. I couldn’t see Noah’s face, but the change in Will’s expression was telling.

“You heard her, Will,” Noah wrapped my hair around his fist and pulled. “The Christmas slut wants to be fucked.”

A primal cry ripped from my throat as Noah rammed my ass with force. Will snapped his hips with just as much power and force, further stealing my voice. The only sounds escaping me were erotic moans and slick, wet slapping of skin and dick fucking into me deep, hard, and thorough.

To my lewd heart’s desire, I’d been rendered to a living fuck doll.

It felt as if Will and Noah were in a silent competition with one another, each of them pounding into my holes at different speeds and force, seeing who could pull the loudest noise from me. Ferality rolled off them in waves, smothering me and beautifully poisoning the air I breathed. Their own moans and grunting drowned out the long forgotten Christmas music. There would no doubt be bruising on my waist from Will’s death grasp, and Noah’s teeth may need to be surgically removed from my shoulder.

Noah hiked a leg up on the couch, the shift allowing him to somehow sink even further in my ass. His grunting and breathing deepened. My loins stirred again, a sensation springing to life, letting me know I was nearing ecstasy once more.

“Noah. Will.” My voice was barely audible amongst all the pornographic sounds surrounding us.

I pressed myself more to Will, desperate for more friction at my clit. I couldn’t easily reach between our bodies, so my only option was to try my damnedest to grind against Will. In a last ditch effort, I attempted to circle my hips, a blissful, loud moan leaving my throat as I found the perfect way to move to take what I needed.

“What a mess you are, love.” Will rasped. “Can you make that slutty noise again for me?”

I worked my hips quicker. Tingling tension buzzed beneath my skin and seeped into my muscles and joints. The heaven I craved was so close I could taste it, feel it on the tip of my tongue.

“Will asked you a question.” Noah said, landing a harsh smack on my ass.

The sharp, stinging sensation tipped me closer to the edge. He repeated the action. Another shameful noise tumbled out of my chest. I was right there, I just needed one more push, something to cut the thread barely holding me together.

Noah let go of my hair and gripped my hip, his hold like a vice. His voice was strained as he spoke.

“Where do you want me to cum?”

“Inside. Please.”

“Fuck. Take it, take it, take it. Fucking take it.”

His thrusts stuttered and grew sloppy. He yanked my hips close then stilled with a low, whiny grunt. I felt his cock pulse and throb, filling my ass with thick ropes of semen. I shuddered, delighted with the strange yet immensely pleasurable sensation. It was just what I needed.

The same blend of euphoria and elation from earlier barreled through every fiber of my being. A choked, almost inhuman moan escaped from deep within me. The world around me faded. I lost control of my body as it trembled and shook with blissful, earth shattering intensity.

“Oh fucking… fuck!”

A string of colorful swears fell from Will’s mouth as he came hard with one final snap of his hips, thrusting staggeredly and pumping my cunt full of his own semen. He sloppily fucked me through the rest of my orgasm, turning what bones and thoughts I had left to mush and gelatin. I felt absolutely filled to the brim with cum.

Softly, I collapsed on top of Will. My body was spent. I couldn’t move a single muscle. All of us were heaps of heavy breathing and worn out piles of people.

Noah rubbed his hands up and down my back while Will stroked his over my hair.

“You okay?” Noah asked.

“Perfect. Tired.” I replied.

He chuckled. “I’ll be right back. Don’t move.”

Noah slowly and cautiously pulled out of me. I sighed, immediately missing the feel of him. Will wrapped his arms around me, shifting so he could also pull out and lay back fully on the couch. His fingers threaded in my hair and massaged my scalp. I melted into his embrace.

“You did so good, my love.” He softly kissed my forehead.

Sleep started to tug my eyelids and settle in my joints. Will quietly hummed along to the Christmas music still going in the background. He traced a lazy finger up and down my spine, pulling me closer and closer to slumber.

Noah returned some time later with a washcloth.

“Can you flip over for me please?”

With a defiant groan, I reluctantly turned over. Will draped his arms over my stomach and kissed my cheek. Noah sat on the couch and spread my legs, eyes darkening just a touch at the sight of the mess we made.

The warmth of the washcloth made me sigh contentedly.

“I also ran us a bath.” Noah kissed me softly then Will. “Think you can walk, or should I carry you?”

“Carry me.”

He smiled fondly and stood, slipping an arm under my legs and under my back, scooping me up bridal style with ease. Will hoisted himself up and slipped an arm low around Noah’s back.

“Your gym time is paying off.” I teased.

Noah scoffed. “Yeah, yeah.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck and cradled my face into his shoulder. His skin was warm. The steady rhythm of his heart thudded in his chest. I let my eyes flutter shut, exhaustion once again setting in my body. I would feel everything tomorrow, but it was a small price to pay. A nice hot bath sounded wonderful, a perfect end to the perfect Christmas.

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You're Shooting Stars From The Barrel Of Your Eyes

A/N: Surprise! She wrote something. I literally word-vomited this out so quickly it's insane SO that means it's not proofread at all. If it sucks or if it's got a lot of errors then I apologize feel free to yell at me in my asks. I've wanted to write something for Will for a HOT second but haven't yet. So yeah.. here's.. this fucking thing :)

Pairing: Will Ramos x Female Reader

Content Warning: Handjob, accidental voyeurism, Will Ramos in sweatpants gets its own warning, if I missed anything please let me know.

Will Taglist: @concretenoah, @deathblacksmoke, @ovhellfire, (if anyone is interested in Will Ramos stuff please let me know. I plan to write more in the future)

“I swear to god if you don’t hurry up and pick a movie I’m going to slap the fuck out of you.” 

“Why do I have to do it?!” Austin pouts as he plops down into the large bean bag chair. 

“Because,” Moke starts. “I chose last time. Adam chose the time before that. We have a system. It’s your turn motherfucker now PICK!”

Adam and Andrew snicker as Moke and Austin argue over movie choices. Will rolls his eyes and walks into the kitchen to check on you. 

“Everything alright in there?” You ask amused. Will snorts. “Yeah, they’re just being dramatic again about the movie we’re going to watch.” He wraps his arms around your waist and rests his chin on your shoulder as you empty the popcorn bags into separate bowls. You laugh loudly and turn to look at him. His brown eyes look at you confused. “What’s funny?”

This time you snort. “Like you weren’t practically throwing a tantrum when they didn’t want to watch The Goonies when it was your turn last time.” Will lets go of you and takes a few steps back. “Y/n, you know the Goonies is my favorite movie.”

“Yes, darling. You also make us watch it every movie night without fail. You’ve got to pick something else.” 

“I can’t help it, baby. It’s a classic.” Will grins at you and pecks your cheek. You laugh and roll your eyes, shoving a couple of bowls in his hands “Make yourself useful for once.” He kisses your cheek again and walks into the living room. Your gaze drops to admire his ass in his sweatpants. Your cheeks begin to heat up but you ignore it since you have guests over.

Walking into the living room everyone is settling into their seats as you pass out the two remaining popcorn bowls. Austin finally makes his selection and turns on the movie.

“The Parent Trap, Austin. Seriously?” Will asks, laughing. 

“Fuck off, dude. You’re just pissed because Lindsey Lohan is cooler than you.”

You sit down and lean into Will. He pulls the blanket from the couch to drape around the two of you. He wraps his arms around you, gives you a tight squeeze and kisses your forehead. You snuggle into each other as the movie starts.

About halfway through you become bored. You’ve seen this movie a million times and you’ve become restless. Everyone else seems to be enjoying it but all you’ve been able to think about is Will in those damn sweatpants all night. You normally wouldn’t take the risk with all of his friends being in the room but you’re feeling especially bold this evening. 

You place your hand on his thigh and feel him tense immediately. “Baby.” He whispers in your ear, a warning. He knows where this is headed. You smile to yourself and lean into him further, moving your head to place soft kisses on his neck. His grip on your waist tightens and he kisses the top of your head to stifle a groan. You slowly move your hand up his thigh and his free hand grabs your wrist as his eyes scan the room. Satisfied that everyone’s attention is thoroughly fixed on the screen he releases your wrist and relaxes. 

Your hand finds his cock already half-hard and he hisses quietly as you palm him through his sweats. He keeps his face buried in your hair to hide the soft moans and curses leaving his mouth. You nibble at a sensitive spot on his neck and he squeezes your hip so hard you know it’ll bruise later. He slowly rocks his hips into your touch, careful not to gain too much attention. His shuddered breaths and quiet “oh fucks” are telling you he’s doing everything he can to hold back. You move your lips to his jaw and slow your movements on his cock. He lets out a sharp breath and pushes into your hand. 

“Baby..” he pants. “Baby, please.”

The moment you hear those words you give in. Your plan was just to tease him. Get him drunk off your touch and make him drag you down the hall and fuck you until you were screaming and spasming around his cock regardless of who was in the next room. He’s usually the one making you beg for him but the desperation in his voice was too delicious to ignore. You dip your fingers in the waistband of his shorts and he whines. “Gotta be quiet baby” you whisper and bite the shell of his ear. He nods but his grip on you becomes brutal. You pull his cock out and his breath hitches as you spread the pre-cum leaking from his tip. 

“You’ve made a mess baby. Is this all for me?” 

He writhes and bucks his hips into your hand. He tries to lay his head back against the couch but you use your free hand to pull his face back to you. 

“They’re going to notice if you do that. Eyes on me baby.”

He nods, doing as he’s told. You stroke him slowly and his eyes flutter closed as he places his forehead against yours. You watch him as you continue pumping him. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him if you tried. His eyebrows furrowed together and his mouth slightly agape. He was beginning to sweat and the smell of his cologne and musk mixed together with the rush of getting caught was making you dizzy. You mentally curse yourself for starting this with your friends in the room. The pants and noises coming from Will had you completely soaked. You squeeze your thighs together hoping for relief that never came. It took all of your strength not to throw the damned blanket off of the two of you and ride him on the couch in front of everyone. 

“No. Be patient. We have all night to do that.” You think to yourself. 

Will’s hips stutter in your hand. His breaths become more erratic and you know he’s close. You pump his cock faster and his eyes fly open and stare into yours. You’re always surprised just how much darker his brown eyes get when he’s desperate for you like this.  

“Gonna-fuck… gonna come baby” he whispers as he attaches his mouth to yours. The kiss is open mouthed, both of you panting into each other. He wraps his other arm around you and holds you like you’re the only thing that’s keeping him from falling through the earth. “Fuck, I… y/n please” 

“Come on baby, cum for me.” 

He groans into your mouth and you feel hot ropes of cum shoot up and run over down your hand. You stroke him through his orgasm until he’s grabbing at your wrist to stop. He smiles against your lips and kisses you. He takes the underside of his shirt and wipes your hand off and tucks himself back into his sweatpants. You wrap your arms around his waist and he pulls you closer.  

“Thank you baby” He whispers and you giggle.

The room is quiet for a moment with the exception of the movie. Suddenly you hear a snicker from across the room.

“Baby please!” Moke moans mockingly.

“Oh my god, y/n! I’m gonna cum!” Adam joins.

“Jesus fucking christ you guys. Go do that in your room next time. That was disgusting.” Andrew pipes in. 

“Oh my god.” Your face turns bright red and you bury your face in Will’s chest. Suddenly, Will whisks you up in his arms and stands up in front of the guys.

“That sounds like a great idea, actually.” He walks out of the living room.  

“You assholes should probably leave. I’m gonna go take care of my girl.” He calls out, making his way down the hallway. You giggling in his arms the whole way.

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[0fth34byss]

About Last Night

Will Ramos X female reader

Minors, please DNI

🔞⚠️: female masturbation, slight voyeurism, praise kink, possessiveness, domination, slight bondage, female receiving oral, fingering, p in v sex, unprotected sex, ejaculation, biting, marking

2,373 words

You were woken up by the light that crept into the room through a crack in the curtains. Will's tattooed arm was draped over your waist as he slept, his still-naked body pressed up against your back. The heat radiating from him warmed you as you inhaled the cool air outside of your safety net of blankets and Will's embrace.

Knowing you wouldn't be able to get back to sleep, you decided to get up to take a shower. You climbed out of bed, gingerly moving from under his arm so as not to wake him. Your body stiffened as you stood up and began to stretch out your arms and legs, your aching muscles serving as a reminder of how you'd spent most of the previous evening. Slipping out of the bedroom, you made your way to the bathroom at the other end of the hallway.

Flicking on the light above the mirror, you could admire Will's handiwork. Literally. Small bruises had formed on your hips, where just hours ago, his fingertips had dug into your skin as he'd bent you over the very basin you were standing at. A smile spread across your face and your thighs clenched together at the memory of him fucking you from behind. He'd been so desperate to cum inside you, you recalled as you noticed faint bite marks on your neck and shoulders. You could worry about disguising them when you had to but, for now, they were a reminder that you were his.

When you permitted him, Will loved nothing more than to fill you with cum and leave marks on your skin. Not only did he get off on marking his territory, he knew his possessiveness during sex made you crave his touch more and more and more…

Snapping out of your daydream, you made your way to the cubicle on the other side of the room to start the shower. You ran a brush through the knots in your post-sex hair while the water warmed. The cubicle was a large corner unit with a curved glass screen which you could both fit in comfortably, with plenty of room to fool around - and you had on many occasions. Once under the water, you began to lather yourself with your favourite body wash, your palms passed over your breasts, and more memories of Will flooded back. ‘Fuck it’, you thought as you continued moving your hands over your body. Will had left you completely satisfied and utterly spent last but just the thought of him touching you, teasing you… tasting you was enough to leave you reeling.

Water cascaded over you as you placed one of your palms on the screen to steady yourself, and the other stopped on your stomach. As you began to fantasise about last night, you brought your fingers down to your clit. You began working yourself with slow circular movements.

“WILL!” You shrieked as he grabbed your waist.

“You're taking too long. I need you. Now.”

Setting down your toothbrush, you wiped your mouth on the back of your hand. You pushed away Will's hands so you could take off his t-shirt which you were wearing. He gasped when he realised that it was all you had been wearing.

“There's my good girl,” he groaned as you watched him in the mirror, admiring your ass.

The movements you made on your clit began to quicken.

Will had come prepared. No shirt. Just his boxer shorts. You bit your lip at the sight of his already hard cock barely being contained by the light material.

Gripping the edge of the basin, you bent over, pushing your ass towards him as you slightly parted your legs. Will instructed you to touch yourself as he took off his boxers before he began kneading your hips and ass. He told you that you were doing a good job and that you looked so good for him as you slipped two fingers into your entrance.

“I'm ready when you are,” you hummed, feeling sufficiently wet.

“Good girl. Take your fingers out and let me taste them.” Will replied, moving to your side.

“Do I taste good?” You teased as you stood you up and pushed your dripping fingers into his mouth.

After sucking them clean, he placed your hand back on the edge of the basin and whispered in your ear, “The best. Now, bend over for me again.”

You were panting now. Lips parted. Head thrown back. The memories of what happened next had consumed you as you slid your fingers inside your pussy once more. In. Out. In. Out. In.

“Will!” you choked out loud.

“That's it. Let me see you c-”

Your eyes flew open to see Will standing there, cock in hand. Nothing but a panel of glass and clouds of steam between you. You dropped your arms to your sides as shame flushed in your cheeks.

“What are, how, how long have you been standing there? Why didn't you say anything? I hope I didn't wake you. I'm s-” you stammered, looking down.

“Shhh, hey. It's okay.” Will said softly, realising he'd embarrassed you. “I was on my way to make us coffee, then I heard you moaning, and you know I like it when you moan, so I wanted in. How about I join you?”

You stepped back to make room for him to join you. His lips were on yours in an instant. Gripping the back of your head, he pushed his tongue into your mouth, pulling you in tightly against his body, as he began kissing you so passionately you almost lost your balance.

After several minutes, you parted, slightly breathless and with flushed cheeks.

“I never want you to feel embarrassed about touching yourself. I like watching you find your own pleasure.” Will told you, his forehead rested on yours.

“I know you do. I like that you do but I didn't think you'd like me touching myself when I'm alone. I'm yours, your good girl, so I thought -”

“Tell me what you were thinking about. Just then, when your fingers were inside you,” he ordered as his cock began to twitch upon hearing you declare yourself his.

“Last night. When you had me bent over. You'd just tasted me on my fingers when I was rudely interrupted.” You looked up at him, a devilish grin plastered on your face and fire in your eyes.

Will was covered in water droplets. His chest heaving. His hard-on pressed against your stomach. You were so distracted by how good he looked, you didn't realise he'd turned the water off. Your nipples perked up in the cold and Will gave them a playful flick to bring you back to reality.

“I'm going to take you back to bed. With your permission, I'd like to tie you up before fucking you. Now, I can see that I've already left you with some marks, but I'd like to leave some more on your legs. Would all of that be okay?”

You nodded.

“I need you to be a good girl and use your words, please.”

“Yes, that would all be okay. I know to tell you if I change my mind.” You beamed, knowing Will would reward you for acknowledging this. It was important to Will that you always felt safe and comfortable with him - no matter how rough or dominant he got.

He took you by the hand and led you back to bed, still dripping wet from the shower. He lay you down and moved your limbs to where he wanted them - legs outstretched and open, arms above your head. Reaching into the drawer of the bedside table, he pulled out two black silk ties that you'd picked up a while back when shopping for lingerie. With care, Will lifted each wrist in turn and tied them to the bed frame.

Will knelt between your legs and raised your ankles to rest on his shoulders, “So, you said I'd just tasted you?”

Before you could respond, Will's mouth was on your pussy. Soft kisses over your folds at first, then he started lapping at your clit with his tongue. It felt like electricity was coursing through your veins and you soon felt that familiar knot of ecstasy unravelling in the pit of your stomach. You bucked your hips into Will's face, begging him to keep going. It was times like this you were pleased he was a vocalist because he could move his tongue in ways you didn't think were humanly possible. His hands rubbed up and down the outside of your thighs as his tongue continued to work you. Your breathing soon quickened and you began uttering his name between gasps for air as your orgasm approached.

Before you had the chance to cum, Will looked up at you from in between your open legs. You groaned in frustration which only made him chuckle.

“So tasty and wet for me,” he said, sliding a finger up and down your pussy before biting down on the inside of your right thigh.

The pain made you gasp at first, but combined with the feeling of his finger moving against you, you soon felt waves of pleasure washing over. Will would make sure he left his mark on you, like he'd told you. You were his after all.

“Will? I. I, ahh, I need you to fuck me.”

Will didn't reply. He moved his attention to your left thigh and bit down hard. Another groan escaped your lips as you pulled desperately on your restraints. He slipped two fingers inside of you and pressed his thumb to your clit. Watching you with lust filled eyes, he began moving them in and out at a pace so slow it was torture. You needed more.

“Will, please! More.” You begged, clenching around his fingers, willing him to speed up.

Pulling his mouth away from your thigh, his fingers stilled completely, and he looked from side to side admiring the red bite marks he'd left on your skin, “So desperate and all mine.”

“Then make me feel like yours and fuck me like you mean it.”

Not one to shy away from a challenge, Will whipped his fingers out of your pussy and crawled over you. He had you completely pinned down underneath him. You needed to feel friction between your legs. You needed to have him inside you. Will knew this. He could tell by the way you bit your bottom lip and your attempts to squeeze your thighs together.

His fingers that had just been torturing you were then pressed to your mouth. Without Will having to ask, you parted your lips and let him put them in your mouth, swirling your tongue around so you could taste yourself. He nodded in approval before removing them and positioning himself so his head was over your chest, and you could feel his boner against your hip.

You nodded eagerly, permitting him to make his next move. Will took one of your nipples into his mouth and sucked tenderly, occasionally running his tongue over it. Meanwhile, he massaged your other breast, flicking his thumb over the nipple in time with his tongue teasing the other. With every flick of your nipples you pulled so hard on the ties you worried the headboard might break. Almost without warning, a cry erupted from your chest as the sensation generated by Will became too much for you to handle.

Will repositioned himself once more. Only this time, his hips were aligned with yours. ‘Finally,’ you thought as you felt his tip brush against your pussy. Bucking your hips you invited him in. He slipped inside as you wrapped your legs around his waist. He made you feel so full and you couldn't help but clench around his shaft in anticipation.

“Are you ready?” Will spoke softly into your ear, before planting gentle kisses down your neck, “You feel so good.”

“Please. Fuck. Me.” You barely managed through gritted teeth.

He began moving his hips - gently at first to give you a chance to adjust - then he quickly started slamming into you. It wasn't long before you were squirming underneath him as the pressure began building in your stomach. Will was good at many things but knowing how to fuck you exactly right was maybe what he did best. He fucked you harder every time your hips moved involuntarily or you let out a moan. Will's mouth came crashing down on yours and you parted your lips to allow his tongue to dance against your own. You could feel yourself losing grip on reality as Will kept his rhythm steady and you felt his inches moving in and out of your pulsating pussy.

“Good. Girl.” Will panted when he broke away from the kiss, “I need you to cum for me.”

You nodded and began letting your body give in to the inevitable. Your arms ached as they fought against the ties, which prevented you from pulling Will in closer. He pushed in deeper. It was like he could sense what you needed from him. Moments later, the coil of tension that had built up in your body snapped, and you let out a scream, much to Will's delight. You began to relax in your post-orgasm state and soon felt his movements become less controlled. With your face now buried in his neck, you began kissing and nipping at his flesh with your teeth, willing him to finish inside of you.

“Will,” you mumbled into his neck. “I need you to fill me.”

“I. I'm g-gonna any s-" he began to utter as he groaned, and you felt the warmth of his load.

He quickly untied you, and you instinctively wrapped your arms around his shoulders, holding you both in place while you caught your breath. After you planted a gentle kiss on the top of his head, he pulled out of you and his cum began to leak out. He moved to a kneeling position and looked down to admire the mess he'd made between your legs.

“Will, come on. Let's go shower. For real this time.” You giggled, amused by the look of satisfaction on his face.

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[sitkowski]

(IDK WHAT THIS IS AND I KNOW NEXT TO NOTHING ABOUT LORNA SHORE OR WILL BUT)

You know what fic trope itches my brain?

Huddling for warmth.

Because winters on the East Coast are no joke. The cold snaps into place and there's nearly a foot of snow on the ground two weeks before Christmas. Everything is cold and dark. Eventually, the power goes out in your area. You're lucky enough to have inherited your parent's place and while it's out in the woods practically in the middle of nowhere, it's got a wood stove and there's a decent stash of wood in the cellar. As long as you crack a window, you won't suffocate. So you load the sofa up with blankets and grab the portable charger you keep for times like this.

The knock on the door surprises you. Who the hell would be stupid enough to be out in this? When you open the front door, the first thing you see on the other side is a human shaped blob that you realize you know. Will has on at least four layers, maybe more. You see hints of a beanie, maybe two hoodies, all beneath a heavy puffer coat and at least two scarves.

You ask him if he's insane, even as you let him in. Because there's no way he drove here. When he tells you he walked, you start yelling at him. It doesn't matter that your places are only separated by a thin woodline and it only took him about ten minutes. Last time you checked the temperature, it was nineteen degrees out.

He doesn't seem phased by your complaints, standing by the wood stove and shedding layers. It won't be dark for hours, and the living room is the warmest room. You've got water running to protect the pipes, and enough non-perishable foods. It's not the first time you've been in an outage in the winter. You're watching him strip out of hoodies—and three pairs of sweatpants— when you realize: Will walked in nineteen degree weather to see you. When you ask him why, he just says he missed you, that as soon as he got home from tour he wanted to see you but knew there were other things he had to do first. But he was making time for you now, and the two of you could be snowed in together.

By the time he's down to his jeans and a thermal shirt, he's shaking, as if the cold finally caught up to him. You make him get beneath the pile of microfiber blankets and curl up beside him. He's freezing even with all of the layers he had on, and you wrap yourself around him, letting your body heat seep into him. He tips his head back, kissing you softly. When you look out the window beside you, you can see that the snow is starting up again and you pull the blankets up higher. The air between the two of you is humid and relaxing, and he's asleep before you know it. You pull his phone from the nest of blankets and text one of his guys, just in case someone is looking for him. Closing your eyes, you let him burrow closer, tucking his head beneath your chin as you trace your fingers over the ink on his throat.

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[fritz-federleicht]

Hiiii!

So I don't even know if you're still writing and taking requests, but I really hope you are!

My name is Mandy and I would like to request a Will Ramos from Lorna Shore imagine, ive been struggling to find stories with him!

Maybe you could do some fluff with Will reassuring a jealous reader that he is hers leading some kinky smut (but idk if you write that and if you don't its okay, can keep it fluff)

I really hope you can take my request!

Much love♡♡

Jealous/ Will Ramos x reader

Notes: hope you like it

Words: 872

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The concert is over and your boyfriend's band is taking pictures with their fans outside the building.

You fight you way through the crowd to Will. To get his attention, you grab his shoulder. "Will, do you need something to drink?" You ask him because you are worried about his health.

Will turns his head to you. "That would be nice. Thanks, honey." You make your way into the building.

You go through a few doors until you arrive in a room where there is a table with water bottles. You grab one and walk back the same way.

As you leave the building you look at Will. In front of him is a woman. An attractive woman.

It's not unusual for Will to be around beautiful women, but this time it's different. The way this woman looks at Will. She smiles seductively at him. In addition, her hand is on his upper arm. She wants something from Will, you think.

Will smiles at her and seems to see no problem with this woman touching his arm all the time.

Your grip on the water bottle tightens and you walk angrily to the two.

"Here!" You hold out the water bottle to him dismissively. He accepts it with a smile. When he sees your angry expression, it disappears. His smile, which you always found beautiful.

"What happened Y/N?" You don't answer him, just turn around and leave. Behind you, you hear Will apologizing. You enter the building and go to the room where you got the water bottle.

The door slams shut behind you. You stand still in the room. Tears run down your cheeks. You wipe them away with your hands.

The door opens behind you. "What's wrong Y/N?" You hear Will ask.

A soft sob escapes from your mouth and immediately you feel two arms wrap around you from behind. Will puts his head on your shoulder.

"Why are you crying?" You look down. At his arms that are around you. You put your hands on them and run your fingers along his tattoos. Goosebumps appear. "Y/N?"

He waits for your answer. It is quiet. Only your sobs can be heard. Will can't stand your sobs anymore and turns you around to face him in his arms.

When he sees your teary eyes, his heart breaks. He hates to see you like this. He just wants you to be happy.

"Honey." He puts his hands around your face and wipes the tears from your cheeks with his thumbs. His face is desperate. He doesn't know what to do.

His only idea is to give you a gentle kiss on the nose. Whenever he does that to you, you laugh. He hopes that it will have the same effect now. And he is happy when he sees a slight smile on your lips.

He smiles with relief and puts his forehead to yours. You close your eyes. "Now will you tell me why you are crying?" His thumbs circle soothingly over your cheeks.

"I saw you with that fan." You answer in a brittle voice. "You mean the woman?" You nod slightly, not wanting to break physical contact with Will. "What about her?" He asks you.

You exhale audibly. Tears form again. "She wanted something from you. And you looked so happy. I got jealous." You say through your tears.

Will's heart bursts again. Not only because you are crying, but also because you think he wants something from another woman. But you are his everything.

"Don't cry again." He says and wraps his arms around you. "I don't care about other women. I only want you." He murmurs into your hair. "You are the only woman I love."

You sob a few more times. "Thank you, Will. That means a lot to me." You break away from him and look him in the eye.

"You are also the only man I love." Will smiles. "I hope so." His remark makes you laugh.

Relieved, he brushes a strand of hair behind your ear. "I like you better like this."

You are embarrassed to have cried over some woman and bury your face against his chest.

Will's body vibrates as he laughs. "Oh, honey. Don't be afraid I'm going to leave you. Women may like my demonic noises, but I'm glad that I convinced you with it." You lift your head and lightly slap his arm.

"Isn't it? You couldn't resist them either. Otherwise you wouldn't be here now." He grins at you.

You make a thoughtful face. "And maybe that's not because you're such a sweet, funny guy?"

"I don't think so. Like I said, no woman can resist the demon sounds." Will leans in and gives you a gentle kiss on the lips. "But thank you for the compliment."

Will breaks away from you. "Are you okay?" "Yeah." He wipes your cheeks again to wipe away the last tears and then takes your hand in his.

"Shall we go to the hotel now?" He asks you. You nod and together you make your way to a car that takes you to the hotel.

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[malixxxmizer]

Meet Malixxx!

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☆ Welcome to my blog! My name is malixxx and I’m 18 years old, I’m a proud mexican, I go by she/her, and I’m your typical metal head!

☆ I play guitar, I love v-kei and j-rock/j-metal, I like metal (power metal, groove metal, thrash metal, gothic metal, etc.), hard rock, and I dabble in k-pop, and other genres!

☆ I’m a college student so it might take me a while to respond to asks, or messages but I always try to be as quick as I can with things like that. I’m just looking to make more friends and write as a distraction from my busy life!

☆ some bands I like are pantera (I LOVE DIMEBAG), metallica, iron maiden, bad omens, lorna shore, malice mizer, jiluka, my dead girlfriend, bring me the horizon, slayer, steve vai, kublai khan tx, slipknot, opeth, ghost, type of negative, strawberry switchblade, my chemical romance, death, jinjer, slaughter to prevail, motionless in white, and more!

☆ feel free to message me for asks or requests, or even to talk about music! My account is a safe space for 2slgbtqia+ individuals, the girlies, metalheads, poc, and for anyone else who wants a place to belong!!!!! Any hate targeted towards any of these groups will not be tolerated! Thanks <333

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[suchastrangemess]

Masterlist:

Hunter Sylvester x Reader:

Meet Cute (wait, what the fuck do you mean it wasn’t?):

Chapter 1

Chapter 1, but in AO3

Chapter 2

Chapter 2, but in AO3

Chapter 3

Chapter 3, but in AO3

Chapter 4, in AO3

Will Ramos x Reader:

Chapter 1 in AO3

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[i-heart-marvel]

Polaroid films | Noah Diaz x fem!reader

(Not my GIF)

Summary: When your best friend’s mom called you and asked you the babysit Kris while she’s out at work. You didn’t expect to see Noah come back so early from his work. After a while of talking y’all decided to catch up…maybe makes some photographic memories.

Warnings: fingering, making out, voyeurism?, first time writing smut, oral (M receiving), and slight nipple play?

So I haven’t seen the movie in a while so everything is gonna be weird or not right?! This is after the whole ROTB. Also like I said in the warning it’s my first time writing smut. Hope you enjoy!

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It was lunch time when my phone rang. I ran from my room to the living room answering the phone on the third ring.

“Hello?” Y/n wasn’t expecting a call at all from anyone. It’s been awhile since her phone rang, or was even used. “Hey Y/n, how are you sweetheart?” Mrs. Diaz asked her voice wavering. Oh how I missed hearing her voice. She was like a second mom to me. I haven’t seen the Diaz family, or talked to them since Noah went and did a job for Reek. It’s not like I didn’t want to go see them or call them but it hurt knowing that Noah didn’t even bother putting effort into our long time friendship. Ever since he did that job he ignored me, didn’t even bother to come to our daily park walks. ‘Those were the most important’ he would say every time my schooling was in the way. I would drop everything and go with him without a question.

“Oh hey Mrs. Diaz! I’m good just been studying real hard for my classes. Y cómo está usted? Esta bien?” I was concerned plus confused. Normally her voice would be bright and soothing, but now it sounds rushed. “Oh estamos muy vein pequeña. But I have to ask you for a favor” Mrs. Diaz asked her voice now unsure. Mrs. Diaz knew her and Noah haven’t talked in awhile and knew it would be awkward if she came over to do this favor for her. Mrs. Diaz just ran out of options. “Yeah tell me! Que es?” Y/n asked hesitation laced in her words.

“Well I’m going to enter my shift in about an hour, and I need a babysitter for Kirs. Noah can’t make it since he’s working right now.” Y/n heard Kris in the background saying that he doesn’t need one since he’s ‘grown’. I chuckled at that, “Ay Kris you know I would never leave you by yourself. Anyways Y/n I was wondering if you can come and stay with Kris until Noah comes off his shift tonight?” I stayed quiet listening to her words. Many thoughts ran through my mind, ‘what if Noah tries to talk to me? Do I ignore him? What if he ignores me? What would he do when he got there?’. Hearing Mrs. Diaz on line saying my name brought me out of my train of thought. “Mhm… Yes I’m sorry I was just thinking um yeah sure I would love to. I haven’t seen Kris in awhile so why not?”

I honestly need a brake from my studying anyways, so babysitting Kris could be a breather. Just hope nothing awkward would happen. “Oh good I can pay you tomorrow and there’s snacks in the fridge, cabinets, and leftovers in the also in the fridge.” Mrs. Diaz rambling at this point telling me all this information. “Mr-Mrs. Diaz! You don’t have to pay you know? You guys are like family to me I can be there in like twenty or so minutes yeah? I will be there just don’t pay me.” I let out reassuring her that she doesn’t need to pay me. “Okay está vein just bring want you need pequeña. I will meet you here. Okay bye thank you!” Mrs. Diaz hung up the phone. I put the phone back on the wall, I stood there contemplating if I should do this.

I walked out of the living room going into my room getting ready. I put on some comfortable clothes and shoes. I get my book bag and started to grab some VHS tapes knowing what Kris would like. Grabbing my Polaroid camera, I put it in my bag so I can take some photos for my class. After getting everything i need I start heading out the door, but before I close the door, “shit can’t leave without this,” I quickly run back in and get my stashed chocolates. I grab some and put them in my bag. “Couldn’t leave without this,” I finally shut my door and lock it.

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When I get there I knock at the door and wait patiently. Hearing footsteps nearing the door I anxiously start to play with my fingers. The door opens and reveals Kris.

“Hey Kris!” I said with a big smile on my face. He comes out and hugs me, “hey Y/n I missed you. Why don’t you come anymore?” Kris looked up at me releasing me. “Oh!” My voice faltering a bit, “I was just busy with my schooling Kris you know it’s very hard once you get older.” I said hands on his shoulder lightly turning him around him. “Okay let’s get on with this hangout bud!” “Yeah!” Kris yelled excitedly. We got into the house and I see Mrs. Diaz. “Hey Mrs.Diaz!” I walked up to her inviting arms and hugged tightly. “Oh hi pequeña! I missed you, but I’m in a rush” Mrs. Diaz quickly let go of the hug and kissed me on the cheek. She was rushing around the kitchen and living room, quickly gathering her things. “Like I said over the phone there’s food leftovers in the fridge and snacks…somewhere anyways I will see you guys later.” Mrs. Diaz went up to Kris and kissed her forehead, “oh mom come on not in front of Y/n” Kris whispered to his mom.

“Okay I’m leaving. Be safe you two Noah will come later okay? Okay bye love y’all” Mrs. Diaz quickly walked out and shut the door.

They stood there staring at the door. “Wow I have never seen her that quick” Kris said eyes wide, “me neither” I said my mouth opened in shock. I close my and turn to Kris, “now do you want to watch some movies” my voice raised a higher octave. I set my bag on the kitchen table getting out the VHS tapes. “We have some different options here” Kris turns around and looks my way and starts to walk up to the table. “We got Hocus-pocus, The Nightmare before Christmas.” I kept listening off the movies I brought and hand them to Kris for him to look at and pick. While he looked I got into the cabinets and start to get the popcorn out and some sugary snacks. I looked up at the clock and see that’s it one thirty. ‘Maybe after a movie I can take some photos.’

“Oh I think I would like this,” he showed me the movie The Snadlot. “Oh that’s a good one. You will love it more than you like it,” I said smiling at Kris and he smiled back. “Okay go put it in and I can get the snacks started!”

“Okay!” Kris exclaimed excitedly going to the tv and putting in. I got the popcorn out of the microwave and put it in to two separate bowls, and I grab the candy’s and bring them to the living room. “Here you go Kris,” I hand him the bowl and he thanks me. I laid the candy down on the coffee table and start to watch the movie with him.

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We finished the movie a few minutes ago so I go to get up. “How did you like the movie Kris?” I asked while getting the popcorn bowls and candy wrappers. “I liked it, it was cool!” Kris got up too and got our empty soda cans and threw them away. “Are we gonna watch other one Y/n?” Kris looked at me while I was putting washing the bowls, “yeah we can watch one later.” I looked up at the clock and see that it’s three something in the afternoon.

“Hey wanna go to the park and take some photos? It’s for my class and I think you’re the perfect super star to be in my photos” I asked him smiling leaning my back on the counter with my arms crossed in front of me. “Mhm what do I get if I do be in your photos?” Kris questioned with one eyebrow raised. I looked at him playfully going along with it, “how about free ice cream?” I said while doing jazz hands. “You got yourself a deal Y/n!” Kris smiled and took out his hand for a shake. I shake his hand and start to get my stuff, “okay then Kris go get your shoes and we can leave.” I smiled as he quickly ran for his shoes.

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After we went to the park and took some pretty good photos we got ice cream from a little shop.

We made it back at the apartment at six. I opened the door and let Kris in first, “how do you like your ice cream bud?” I asked while he walked passed me I ruffled his hair a bit. “It’s so good!” Kris exaggerated with a smile while putting a spoonful in his mouth. I chuckled at his actions, “yeah it’s very good, but don’t tell your mom I gave you ice cream before dinner.” I walked in behind him shutting the door and locking it behind me. I sat on the couch and looked at the tv that was playing on a random channel. “Hey Kris,” I look beside me to get his attention. “What?” He questioned eyes still focused on the tv, “what do you want from the leftovers? You guys have a different variety.”

“Oh I don’t care what you reheat, just don’t reheat Noah’s leftovers he said that there differently seasoned.” Kris said looking at you making quote on quote hand gestures. “Oh okay, yeah of course!” I said laughing and getting up to the kitchen and getting out the pasta. I see the container that’s says ‘Noah’s leftover’ I chuckled seeing the burnt food. “Okay well I’m reheating pasta” I said while taking two plates and putting pasta on them.

After heating them up I told Kris that it was ready. “Coming” he said while walking to his seat, “thank you Y/n.” Kris smiled at and I smiled back, “oh you’re welcome Kris.” When I was about to put the delicious food in my mouth I hear the door unlock. “Kris I’m home!” The voice yelled out. It was Noah. ‘Shit’ I yelled in my mind. “Oh hey Noah. Y/n’s here mom asked her to babysit me.” Kris said with a big smile looking at his big brother waking through the miniature hallway. I keep my head down avoiding to look at Noah playing with my food. “Oh.” Noah let out looking at the back of my head, “hey Y/n” he let out awkwardly. Noah walked into the kitchen looking at you before opening the fridge and getting a drink. “Hey Noah” I said keeping my head down, too scared to look at him.

Kris was confused his smile faltering a bit. “Why did it get so quiet all of sudden?” Kris asked innocently looking back and fourth between the two of you. I looked at Noah who is leaning on the counter with a soda can in his hand looking at me. “Nothing wrong Kris everything’s fine. Tell Noah what we did today,” I put on a fake smile and turned around to look at him hoping he can’t see through me.

“Oh well.…” Kris began to tell Noah what we did today. I toned him out and played with my food, occasionally I would look up at Noah who has moved to the table sitting right in front of me. We would make eye contact but would break it quickly as it came. After Kris was done he wanted me to show Noah some off the photos I took of him at the park. “They look good, I myself look good Noah” Kris said smiling while looking at Noah. Noah looked at you and began to show a little smile, “can I see them?” He questioned his voice was gentle and soft approaching. I looked up at him and sat there, “um yeah, uh let me get them.” I said dazed a little bit, nodding my head I get up and go to the living room the retrieve my film book.

I get it out and walk back to the table. Noah and Kris were talking about what Noah did today but stop when I got close. “Look they’re going to look so good. You’re pretty good at this Y/N!” Kris smiled excitedly and looked at me, “oh thank you Kris, you look handsome in these!” I said looking back him smiling while sitting down at my seat. I hand Noah my book gently I made eye contact with him and smiled a bit, he smiled back. “Thanks Y/n/n” Noah smiled grabbing my book and opening it.

“I was g-glad there wasn’t such a big crowd today since usually where I go to take those photos I can’t even get a shot.” I was surprised I said a word to Noah. I smiled and look at Kris, “maybe your my lucky charm bud. You should always come with me.” I said while chuckling and ruffling his hair. Kris smiles at me and playfully slaps my hand. “Maybe I should, I can get more ice cream.” He said playfully, “I would give you all the ice cream you would want for helping me out” I said while turning back to Noah who is still looking at them.

“Do you like them?” I questioned softly playing with my fingers, nervous for his response. Kris got up to look at the pictures with him “They look great Y/n” Noah said looking up at you smiling brightly, “you made Kris look pretty good!” I sighed, relieved he didn’t say anything bad. “Why don’t you take photos of yourself Y/n?” Kris asked looking up at you while also Noah does too. “Yeah why don’t you take photos of yourself Y/n/n?” Noah asked too with a teasing smile. I blushed, “I don’t think I would look good in films, and I’m too busy to take photos of myself.” I looked at Noah who is still smiling at me, I smiled back. “How about I take a photo of you?” Noah questioned already getting up and walking to my bag.

“Oh no, you don’t have to do that Noah!” I quickly exclaimed getting up from where I sat. “Wait let him Y/n you barley have any of yourself!” Kris said walking up and facing me, “you look good!” He gleefully said. I see Noah at my bag getting my camera, so I walked up close to him “you remembered how to take one yeah?” I questioned softly, not wanting him to do something accidentally wrong. “Yes I remember Y/n/n” Noah said turning around a getting my camera ready. “Okay now get ready!” He smiled at me, I turn around and look at Kris. I make a come here motion but he shakes his head with a smile and runs to his brother.

“Come on Noah you know I can’t do it myself it’s awkward,” I tried to get out of the situation. “Nope come on Y/n pose!” Noah said smiling and closing one eye, I let out a smile and put my hands behind my back. The flash goes off and blinds me for a bit I hear the Polaroid making my film.

Noah walked up to me with the film in hand shaking a bit so the process is faster. When he showed me I saw my form and my smile. “See you look so great Y/n/n” Noah said softly slightly moving his head down so I can hear him. “Thank you Noah.” I said just as softly looking up at him, I see that his cheeks are covered in red dust so were mine. We made eye contact for a few more seconds before we heard Kris’s footsteps, “see you do look good Y/n. No wonder why Noah said you were made to be in front of the camera.” Kris said smiling down at the picture than at me. “I’m going to put it in your book!” Kris ran off with the photo to the kitchen.

I go to sit on the couch, “you said that about me?” I questioned Noah softly. I sit on the far right of the couch with Noah sitting beside me, but he left us some space. “Yeah every time my ma would bring you and your camera skills up I said you should be in front of it instead.” He said blushing while looking at me. When I see his freckled face I can’t help but remember what he did, they way he ignored me for days. Didn’t call, visit me, or even come to our hangouts. I decided now it’s the time to ask him. “Noah what happened? Why did you ignore me? For like several days!” I examined softly so Kris doesn’t hear.

Noah was taken aback. He was surprised I even brought this up. Noah looked at me with sad eyes, “look Y/n/n-“ he was cut off by Kris yelling out, “Hey can we watch another movie Y/n?” Kris was smiling walking up to you two with more of my VHS tapes. Noah was thankful for Kris Interrupting him, he wouldn’t know how to explain to you that he works for a secret organization that’s nobody knows about.

I looked at him with a look that said ‘this isn’t over’. “Yeah sure bud pick whatever you want!” I got up and went to the tv to change the setup.

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After watching the movie Kris had fallen asleep on my shoulder. Noah sat on the opposite side of Kris, his arm laid flat behind Kris’s head his hand almost touching my shoulder.

“Noah,” I said quietly facing him not trying move so much as not wake up Kris. “Can you carry Kris to his room please?” Noah looked at me and nodded, while he was carrying Kris away I was thinking of what happened earlier. I pulled the blanket up to my chest, the one Noah got me. ‘Does he do anything bad? Is he even my best friend anymore? What does he even do for work that he managed to ignore me so much?’

A door shutting brought me out of my thoughts. I see Noah walking into the living room, he looks up at me and sits on the couch. “Look Y/n/n earlier I wanted to say that-“ he stops and takes a deep breath. I turn my whole body to look at him, my knees almost touching his thighs. Noah didn’t know what to say. How can he explain in words what he works for, and that no one has even heard of. “Y/n/n I really can’t explain. If I could I would tell you I would, but I am really, really sorry that I had ignored you for several days. My job is just really complicated I’m dealing with all this shit that probably wouldn’t even make sense to you-“ Noah rambled on talking fast, but I heard every word. “What do you mean your work is fucking complicated? To complicated to call for a minute and say ‘oh hey Y/n how are you? I’m doing fine myself! Wanna go have our daily walks and talk about life.’ You can’t even tell me that you’re safe and fine ugh!”

I jumped up from the couch and let out a groan. “I’m still mad at you Noah. You had me thinking that our friendship didn’t even mean anything to you. I don’t even know if it still means anything!” I said shouting quietly at him as to not wake up Kris. Noah looked up at me and got up and put his hands on my arms. “Our friendship means everything to me Y/n! I didn’t call you because I needed you to be safe!” Noah exclaimed his left hand going to the my cheek, his thumb going back and fourth.

“If I told you what I do you would want to help but I love you too much to lose you to some evil aliens!” I felt his breathe hitting my face. He was breathing hard, I looked into his eyes to see them glossed over by tears. My eyes soften at the sight, “What are you talking about Noah?” I grab his hand that’s on my cheek, gripping it. “Evils aliens? Are you insane?” I drop his hand and back up a little bit not believing one word. “There’s no such thing as aliens Noah. Gosh you do you really think I’m that dumb?” I scoffed and started to walk to the kitchen.

“See this is why I didn’t want to have this conversation cause you wouldn’t believe me Y/n! But trust me please!” Noah begged walking behind me and grabbing my arm making me turn around. “Trust me when I say this I love you! I have always been in love with you Y/n!” Noah said smiling sadly a tear running down his face. He was looking at me with such desperation, he hesitates his next words “befo-before I went to do the job for Reek I wanted to ask you out but I was scared of what you would say, and when I found out a dude from space was going to end the whole world I decided to not tell anyone not even you. I was terrified of what would happen to you.”

Noah brought both his hands and put them back on my cheeks. I started to tear up from his confession. He wiped the fat tears away from my face. “You’re telling the truth?” I whispered still unsure but beginning to trust his every word. He nodded licking his lips still making eye contact with me. “Oh Noah,” I sobbed out hugging him my arms wrapping around his waist. He lets out a breath and hugs you back wrapping his arms around your shoulder tucking his head into your shoulder. “Noah I love you too but you can’t ever do this again. This time you have to me everything please.” Taking my head off his chest I looked up at him, “promise me Noah, promise that we will tell each other everything even if it’s bad or good.”

I said bringing my hand on his cheek. “I promise.” He whispered back his eyes still glossy, I smiled up at him. “Y/n-“ Noah whispered liking the feeling of your warm palm on his cheek, “yes?” “Can I kiss you?” He asked wrapping a his hand around the back of my neck. My eyes widened a little I meekly nodded. He leans in slowly noses touching, I feel his breath on my lips.

Then I feel his lips connecting to mine,kissing me gently, I kiss back. I never imagined kissing my best friend but here we are. The kiss was soft and slow and it feels just like out of a fairytale. I feel his mustache rub on the top of my lip. Our lips fitting like a perfect puzzle piece, but we sadly both pull away for air. I whined at losing contact. Our foreheads connect both of us out of breath. Noah opens his eyes and sees Y/n still has her eyes closed but with a pleasured smile. “You like that Y/n/n?” Noah said teasingly his thumb rubbing the back of my neck soothing me, and I feel his other hand on my hip steadying me.

I opened my eyes again to see Noah looking at me smiling. I pull back a little, “that was…wow.” I chuckled looking at his plumped lips, “can we kiss again?” I sheepishly asked smiling, he nodded and connected his lips with mine once more. The kiss was harder now with more passion.

Noah licks Y/n’s bottom lip asking her to slip in his tongue, so Y/n opens her mouth a little wider and Noah does just that exploring her mouth. Y/n moans at the feeling, loving every second of this. With their lips still connected they move to the couch. Noah sits down first and puts Y/n on his lap, both of her thighs warp around his hips tightly. His hands go to her legs rubbing them up to her thigh. When he gets to her ass he kneads it. “mmm” I moaned out running my hands through his curls. He pulls away kissing my check and heading down to my neck. “You smell good Y/n,” I felt his nose on my pulse point his teeth nibbling at my neck he starts to suck my neck. I throw my head back letting out a moan my hand tugging his curls. “You even taste well,” he swipes his tongue at new forming bruise. Noah let’s out strained breaths every time I tug his hair.

I feel his hands going under my shirt caressing my lower back. His calloused hands give me goosebumps all over my body. He keeps on making deep colored buries all around my neck, “N-mm” he got to my sweet spot, and I couldn’t help but moan loudly. I quickly bring my hand up to my mouth hoping Kris doesn’t hear any of this. He finally pulls away and looks up at me with hooded eyes. “Was I that good?” He chuckled with smile, “y-yeah that was n-nice,” I couldn’t even talk without stuttering. My breathing was hard at this point I was almost breathless, “you look so good like this Y/n/n wish I can take a picture,” he said bring one on his fingers and dragging it around my neck.

I closed my eyes trying to calm down at the sweet new feeling. “Oh I got an idea Y/n,” he said gently shifting me off his lap I get off and sat on the couch opening my eyes back up, “what are you doing Noah?” I see him going through my bag looking for something he takes out my Polaroid camera, “I want to take a picture of your beautiful self! I wanna remember this,” he states coming back to the couch and pulling me back into his lap. I move around in his lap when I do that he lets out a breathless moan. I feel his groin through his pants touching my core, “s-shit Y/n don’t move as much,” he said bring his hand to my hip tightly gripping it.

I blush at the sound he made, “sorry. Noah how are you gonna take the picture,” I looked at him seeing that he smiling at me his thumb going back and fourth. “Well I was thinking-” he went back to kissing my neck this time he kisses each mark, “I hold the camera close while my mouth is on your neck and you just sit there all pretty enjoying every second of it. You’re the new star for the camera.” I looked at him surprised, “we don’t have to if you don’t want to.” He started to put the camera down but I stop him, “I would like to,” I said blushing and smiling. He smiles back at me and starts to go back to kissing my neck.

I closed my eyes pleased with all this. His left hand is still on my hip this time making its way to my ass, his other hand holding on to the camera. He raises it up getting ready, but once his lips met my sweet spot again I throw my head back making a o shaped with my mouth. I hear the camera take the shot. Noah pulls away but not without taking one last kiss. I opened my eyes and looked down at him smiling, “does it look good?” I see him shaking the film. He smiles looking down at the processed photo, “yeah it looks very good. You look hot,” Noah looked up at me smirking I blushed again and I grabbed the film.

In the photo I see that my hand is holding on to his curls tightly, my head is pulled back, my mouth opened, half of my face is shown. I can see Noah’s teeth nibbling, and my neck is covered with marks. I smiled at the photo, “I do look hot!” I said chuckling. “Yeah you do,” Noah said grabbing my chin and placing his lips back on mine and we were full on making out. I hear the camera take another film but ignored it and kept going. I guess he ignored it to cause then I feel both of his on my ass.

His fingertips start to mess with the waistband of my pants. “Y/n-” he said bring his right hand to the front, “can I touch you?” He whispers looking down at his hand. I nodded looking at him raising my hand on his cheek I start to lightly kiss it making my way down to his neck. While doing that I feel him rubbing me through my pants, my arousal already seeping through. “mmm f-fuck Noah,” I moaned against his neck I lightly nibble on his tanned skin, “damn Y/n you’re so wet. All this for me?” He said breathless looking at the way his hand is working. I hummed too fucked to form a word.

His fingers start to rub harder putting more pressure. I start to feel the coil tighten in my lower belly, “f-fuck Noah I thi-think I gonna cum” I stammered out pulling my head away. I start to grind into his hand wanting him to go faster, but all of sudden he pulls away I whined missing his fingers. “Oh come on Noah I was about to cum!” I examined looking at him, “oh I know Y/n/n don’t worry. I want to really feel you this time hmm. I wanna feel those walls.” He whispered in my ear kissing under it.

I take in a shuddering breath, “oh Noah. Shit just do it already,” I said whispering desperately. When he hears those last five words his pupils dilate, his eyes full with lust, “oh I will.” He quickly makes us lay down on the couch, he turns me around with my back to his chest my head laying down on his shoulder. I yelped at the sudden move, “I just want you to see how good I fuck you with only my fingers.” He said smirking at me, our eyes meeting and my mouth opened with shock. His hands go under my shirt and starts caressing my stomach. They go up until they meet my breast, he quickly takes the end of my shirt and raises it up to my neck, “mmm they look so good Y/n/n!” Noah groans out kneading both my breast I let out a breathless moan.

I quickly work to take my bra off, but Noah stops me and does it himself. When he’s done he throws it down to the floor and goes back to fondle my breast. I throw my head back to his shoulder closing my eyes, “Y/n I need you to keep those pretty eyes open for me. I want you to see all of this.” He grabs my chin making me open eyes again forcing me to look at his hands. Noah grabs my nipples and starts to rub them, “oh~” I let out closing my eyes but opening just as quickly as I closed them. He let’s go one nipple and brings two fingers up to my mouth, “suck” he simply said.

I opened my mouth letting my tongue stick out, he quickly puts it in my mouth. Closing my mouth around it I start suck on it. He shakily inhales, loving the feeling of your mouth sucking his fingers. Slightly moving my head back and fourth, I swirl my tongue around it, I taste my arousal from earlier. I moaned at the taste Noah pulls them out and goes to my core, I help him pull down my pants and panties. While his other hand is still playing with my nipple, he starts to rub his sucked fingers on my folds rubbing it in circles.

Throwing my head back I moaned trying to keep my eyes opened but it was too good. Noah quickly notices and grabs my chin gently making me bring my head off his shoulder, “look Y/n, or I won’t make you cum.” He whispers into my ear threateningly I nodded my head now focusing my eyes on his slicked fingers. His fingers starts to go down my slit and makes it at the entrance of my aching hole. He teasingly starts to rub it, “please Noah” I whined turning my head a little to look into his eyes, “please what Y/n/n? What do you want?,” he asked slowing his movements.

“P-please I want your fingers inside of me, pumping me until I cum. Please Noah,” I whined gripping his wrist wanting him to do it already. All of sudden he enters without warning making me let out a big gasp. “Ohh~ fuck so tight!” He exclaimed turning his head and kissing behind my ear, his fingers pumping in and out gradually getting faster. I see my slick leaking out me, I hear it squelching every time he meets my folds. He brings his other hand and starts to rub my clit. “Oh f-f-” I moaned not finishing my sentence, his fingers reach the spongy spot that I love so much, “oh ye-yes right there Noah,” I grabbed his wrist making him go faster. I drop my left leg off the couch spreading my legs wider.

You can hear the way he’s pumping so good, the wet noises sounding like heaven to him. I feel his hard breathing hitting my ear, I feel his hard clothe member on my lower back. “Sh-shit I’m gonna cum Noah,” I moaned out quietly looking at the way his hands are working. I bring my left hand and start to knead my breast. Noah feels her walls beginning to tighten, “cum for Y/n/n,” he kisses my cheek and a few more pumps I let go of the coil. I start to come off his fingers, and I turn my head and kiss him to try and cover my loud moans. He pumps a few more times letting me ride my high. I break away and throw my head back breathing heavily, but when I broke away I hear him get my camera from where he left it last.

“Oh that was amazing Y/n/n. You did so good for me,” he said praising me kissing my cheek, “oh look at this beautiful cunt. Wanna take a picture?” He asked me smiling and shaking the camera a bit. I smiled back and agreed, “yeah sure Noah,” his two fingers were still in my hole so he hands me the camera. I try not to move as much since I’m still overstimulated. I bring the camera up to my face and look into the little window, and I saw Noah’s left hand sprawled across stomach his other hand at my core. I feel him move his fingers out a little to show how slicked they’re I whined a bit at the feeling. I take the picture and a flash goes off, I hear the film being processed. When it’s done I take it and look at it admiring it.

Noah fully gets his fingers out and brings them up to his mouth and sucks them dry. “Mmm- told you tasted so good!” Noah moans loving the taste of my sweet slick his eyes rolling to the back of his head, I flushed red at his comment and bury my head into his neck. “Ohh~ don’t get shy on me now Y/n/n!” Noah chuckles bringing his hand onto my head petting my hair, “how can I not?” I asked laughing. He chuckles and shifts a bit.

I still feel his rock hard on my lower back, “Noah?” He looked at me and hummed, “can I return the favor?” I asked looking at him he meekly nods red dusting his cheeks. I sit up and turn around my pants now at my ankles, so I take them fully off. I grab Noah’s hands and make him sit up and turn him so now his back is on the back of couch and his legs are now man spreading. I got on my knees in front of him, “you ready?” I asked smirking putting my hands on his upper thighs, “yes.” He said breathlessly.

I tug his pants and boxers down he raises his hips to help me out. When I fully pull them down his member springs up slapping his stomach pre-cum leaking from his tip. I gently grab it I bring my thumb up to his tip spreading the pre-cum. He lets out a moan and grips the sofa tightly. Bringing my face up I look into Noah’s eyes looking at him through my eyelashes. I kiss the tip going down all the way to his base, and when I get to base I lick my way back up. I feel Noah’s thighs tense up, I opened my mouth and suck on the tip.

Swirling my tongue I go deeper, sucking him with hollow cheeks going up and down. Noah groans and grabs my hair making it into a makeshift ponytail.

I feel every vein in my mouth, and my tongue licking every one. I moaned at the feeling loving him being in my mouth. Noah let’s out a groan, I looked up at him and see that he has his head back and eyes closed his hand still grips my hair tightly. I start to speed up a little closing my eyes, I bring my right hand up and pump what I can’t fit in my mouth. My left hand goes to his balls kneading them. “F-fuck Y-Y/n. Doing s-so good,” Noah stutters out looking at me he brings his left hand and caress my cheek, I opened my eyes again and looked at him his eyelids half closed and dazed. I see him move his hand away from my face and grab the camera that I put down on the couch. I love where he’s going with this.

This time I put him deeper in my mouth, deep throating him, I gagged a little. My salvia is drooling out of my mouth, “Y-mmm~shit~” Noah said pulling my hair making me go up and down. Tears are now pooling in my eyes, “mmm~” I moaned out, I keep on looking at him and see he gets my camera ready so I look straight at it. I bring my lips back up to his tip sucking on it and my right hand working the rest. The flash goes off blinding me making me close my eyes and going back to make him come. “You look so~” Noah groaned out not being able to finish his sentence, “fuck I’m close!” I start to pump him faster. I feel him twitch in my mouth and shoot his load. Noah groaned and tighten his hold on my hair.

I lay my left hand on his abs caressing them. I swallow his load, some of it leaking from the corners of my mouth, I wiped it away. I pull away letting him catch his breathe, I lay my head down on his stomach relaxing my mouth. ““Was I good?” I asked wrapping arms around him”yeah, yeah you were,” he said petting my hair he grabs the film and looks at it. He sees me sucking on his tip, my pupils dilated looking straight at the camera, my right hand on his shaft, my left hand laying in his thigh, and my hair being messy. “You looked so pretty sucking me,” Noah said showing me the film, I blushed while taking it.

“What are you going to do with them, the films I mean?” I asked laying my chin on his stomach looking at him, “well I was going to put it in my own book. For just me and you.” He proclaims, “here wanna take this to my room?” Noah smirks, playfully raising his brows and gently grabbing my arm making me stand up from my position. “How many did we take Noah?” I start to pick up my pants and start to clean up quickly not wanting to be caught by Mrs.Diaz, ‘that would be embarrassing’ I thought.

“We took a few good ones Y/n/n.” He said wrapping his arms around me from behind swaying us a bit. “Mmm okay pretty boy, I’m not waiting on you so let’s go,” I said unwrapping myself from his warm embrace. I tug at his hand eagerly, he quickly gathers the rest of his things and follows me into his room. I pull him in and quickly shut the door, i hear him drop his things and pushes me up against the door, “ready for the real round?” He said teasingly tugging at my shirt wanting me to take it off. I chuckled and kissed him on the lips, “oh I’m so am!” I said pushing him to his bed. We both laughed and enjoyed the rest of our night.

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The next morning Noah’s mom woke up early to make the kids breakfast. She was walking into the living room noticing there’s still popcorn kernels and junk so she decides to clean it up. Once’s she got to the couch she sighed,”oh these kids leaving their messes and not cleaning it…up,” she stopped and saw a film. She picks it up and sees the most vile thing. She gasp and yells madly,”Noah!!” The whole house gotten woken up by her scream.

Noah wakes up and thinks shit.

Let’s just say Y/n and Noah were shamelessly embarrassed and forced to clean the whole house while Kris and Mrs.Diaz went out for breakfast.

——————————————<3———————————yeah so that was my attempt to write smut I really hope who ever is reading this likes it. If it disappoints you I am so sorry 💀😭 I was really going to continue this when they got to his room but my phone is legit not handling anything so well. So yeah tell me y’all think and if I should write anything else! 🤭

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[yourstory-teller]

The ramos one could be something like how he is breaking ankles and injuring people on the field but around the girl he likes he is all soft and sweet, his teammates can't believe it is their same aggressive teammate

Hey bb, thank u sm for requesting!! I'd never written for him before, but it was fun, even though I don't know if I really like this lol

But I promise you I did my best. Hope you enjoy it ♡

Tame the beast

Part of the players were moving in a frenzy. It was normal for this kind of thing to happen during a game, it was to be expected. There were just some people who crossed the line, or got really, really close to it. Some would say close enough to start something.

Ramos walked incessantly towards an opposing player, forehead pressed against his, while the other man kept stepping backwards, trying hard not to trip. "The fuck do you think you're talking to? Huh?" His voice changed considerably at times like this, so much so that even his own colleagues feared the things that he could do. After all, whatever happened to him could harm the entire equipe.

What happens is that, during a play, the Spaniard had made a tackle that directly hit the opposing player's ankle. After that, instead of helping him up, or apologizing, he scoffed, as the other laid down on the grass, complaining of pain. Obviously, the guy wasn't very pleased.

Some of both men's teammates moved to intervene and, after much painstaking, managed to pull them back. Sérgio mouthed an "Hijo de puta", before walking away. Well, it could be much worse, honestly.

Perhaps less than an hour later, everyone had already moved to the dressing rooms. The buzz was loud and between laughs, jokes and screams it was almost impossible to actually hear each other.

Neymar was the first to miss his friend. In the midst of what they insisted to call a conversation, he discreetly nudged mbappe and leaned in to speak close to the boy's ear. "Where's Ramos?" he asked, then saw Kylian move his head to look around the room, just like he'd done a few moments earlier. "He's been away for a bit, right?" "Right." And with a kind of unspoken agreement, they both got up and started walking towards the back of the room, close to the lockers. 

When they were already farther away from the shouting of their mates, a much more subtle and smooth voice could be heard. And when I say smooth, I mean smooth. It sounded eerily like someone speaking a few good octaves higher than what they would usually sound like, like when you're talking to a baby, or a dog.

It took them a while, but they gradually did recognize that voice. "Is this-" Kylian started, but the older man was quick to bring a hand over his mouth.

"I know, honey, I'm sorry, but he started it!" Sergio sounded like a kid being scolded and the two secret listeners did everything they could not to burst out laughing. What a time to be alive.

"I miss you too, baby. But I'll see you soon, right?" This time, the tone used was much lower, almost pleading. He most definetely sounded nothing like the number four they had just seen and heard out on the pitch. It was almost ridiculous to imagine that it was the same man.

"Okay, anjo, I'll call back later. Love you." Ney's eyes widened and he quickly grabbed his friend by the arm to avoid being caught snooping around.

That's when they noticed. Glorious moment.

To say that they laughed about it again and again and again, was an understatement. Neither of them spoke about that with the others, but they didn't need to, anyway. They would eventually find out themselves.

As said, Sergio got to see you not long after that. You had gotten a few weeks off and, of course, would spend as much of that time as possible in the company of your handsome boyfriend. You had arranged everything, every little detail together, and his anxiety was almost palpable, even over the phone.

So, like the hopeless romantic that you were, you decided to surprise him by arriving a few days early. It was cliché and could be very predictable, but you still hoped he wouldn't suspect a thing. He didn't. When you showed up that day, right after a match his team had emerged victorious from, he was as incredulous as you imagined he would be, perhaps a little bit more.

You calmly walked over to your boyfriend while the others were still busy cheering around. He was standing still, seemingly in disbelief of the fact that you were actually there, within reach, for the first time in a while, too fucking long, if you asked him. But when you were just a few steps away, looked like it finally hit him and Sergio was immediately grabbing you into the tightest, warmest embrace, that you missed so much.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and allowed yourself to get lost in the feeling of being at home.

When you pulled away, just enough to look into his eyes, he stared back with such apparent adoration, that it made you dizzy. Your foreheads now rested together, his lips brushing against your trembling ones. And as he whispered how much he loved you and that he had no idea how he managed to endure all this time away from you, you could feel his tears flowing down your own cheeks.

That's when everyone noticed.

After that, the other players teased him to death. Light hearted jokes, of course, even though sometimes they did carry a hint of envy. Whistles and kissing noises, but it just didn't bother Ramos. The only reaction he'd show was an eye roll and, occasionally, a slight blush that took over half of his face.

"So, Ramos, is she going tonight?" Marquinhos asked, eyebrows dancing suggestively. "We know she's going, he can't even breath without her" "He's whipped, doesn't even deny it"

It would be impossible for you to realize that there really was such a big difference between Sérgio Ramos on the field, and Sérgio Ramos when he was in your company. To other people, however, this discrepancy seemed more than obvious.

Of course, he wasn't really a violent person in everyday life, at all. He was a serious person and somewhat closed off, sometimes even frowning, but not violent. On the field, however, it was a completely different story. When he wore the team's shirt, his presence on the field was nothing short of threatening, in many ways. Sérgio was a great player, fast, skillful, but, above all, an aggressive player. And this was the man the team was used to.

Maybe that's why it was so shocking for them, seeing the two of you together.

Right after a tough workout, or another bitter defeat, which wasn't uncommon playing for PSG he would crawl into your open arms and completely melt, like putty against you.

"It's amazing" You'd hear a whisper, coming from, you just knew, probably Neymar. "She tames the beast." It took a lot of effort and a maturity that you definitely didn't have, for you not to chuckle.

It was funny, yes, but also flattering and, in a way, gratifying, to know that there was a side of him that was kept just for you, and no one else.

"Come on, babe, we're gonna have fun." Your grip around his waist was tight and you moved so that your chin was resting on his chest.

While spending the season with him, you learned that it was common for the players to gather after some more intense training sessions or a few matches, sometimes to celebrate, sometimes to lift their spirits and feel more invigorated to get back to the fight. These weren't really parties, but more like get-togethers, albeit relatively ostentatious and considerably eventful.

"We can have fun here!" You sighed, despite the smile that made its way to your lips. "I know, but we're gonna have plenty of time to stay here. Please, love." You insisted once more, giving him your best attempt of some puppy eyes, but he'd always been better than you in these type of things. He sighed and rested his head back against the pillows, closing his eyes.

You found yourself smirking as he looked back at you, an amused glint in his brown orbs, which now looked almost black. It all happened so fast and you honestly don't know how, but in a second Sergio was hovering over you, strong arms pinning yours against the mattress. It was easy to notice how there was still so much care and delicacy in how he held your wrists.

"Fine" He lowered his head until his lips were ghosting against the corner of your mouth. "But after that, it's gonna be just us. In this room. For a long time." You couldn't control the giggle that rumbled through your ribcage. "Si señor."

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Dress

Pairing: Will Ramos x Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: 18+ this is straight up self-serving porn!!!!!!! Minors go away!!!! Anyways this has got everything: Biting, p-in-v, blowjobs, fingering (female receiving), breeding kink, big ole praise kink, me projecting how badly I want to swallow William's load, I think that's it but by all means DM me or reply if you think I should add something!

Literally no one hmu unless it's to talk about this photo. It has nothing to do with the story but I wanna fuck him so bad so I'm putting it here. It's my blog I do what I want.

Yes I was listening to Dress by Taylor Swift as I wrote this!!!! Yes it's one of the horniest songs in her discography!!!! Leave me alone!!!!

Anyways.

This is straight up porn, no plot in sight, no beta because I'm insane, no fucks given because I'm a whore! Enjoy.

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Will was about to vibrate out of his fucking skin. 

He’s irritable, too- a far cry from his usual “Sunshine and Rainbows” disposition. People kept trying to make conversation, ask him about the tour, compliment the new album. It would end with a curt, “Yeah, it was a lot of fun,” as his eyes would be dragged from whoever he was talking to back to you.

The dress was unfair. It was diabolical, even. He searched his memory, trying to come up with a reason you’d put him under such physical and emotional duress. He did the dishes last night, made breakfast this morning- he even folded the laundry! In terms of “deserving of death by nefarious garments,” his conscience was clear. 

Yet there you were, clad in the slinkiest little black dress that he never knew you owned. You had spent hours in front of the mirror, perfecting your makeup, carefully styling your hair. It had been fun for him to watch; Fun to listen to your “Ultimate Emo” playlist and jam out while you painstakingly applied a swipe of lipstick, a striking mark of eyeliner. It was fun. 

He stopped having fun the moment you stepped out in the goddamned thing. 

“Zip me up?” You had asked, batting mascara-ed lashes at him sweetly. His brain had short circuited for a second, rebooting completely when it started overheating. Zip you up? He wanted to eat you up, toss you over his shoulder like a caveman and keep you in bed for hours. 

“Where are you going in that?” He asked incredulously. Your breasts were about to fall out, fabric clinging to the small of your waist. There were other details- lace and ribbons and shit he didn’t have the vocabulary for when his head was running on all cylinders, much less now. You turned around so he could reach the zipper better, and he genuinely wondered if the anime nosebleeds were onto something with how quickly the blood rushed to his cock at the sight of your ass stretching the fabric.

“Um, to the jamboree your label is hosting?” You retort with a giggle. “C’mon, we’re going to be late to this shindig if we don’t leave soon.”

He had complied, after some whining, zipping you up and kissing you softly on your shoulder, willing his cock to miraculously soften. 

Then you had arrived, and he was swept away by record executives, you saw a group of gal-pals, and he had to keep his hands to himself.

For hours. 

Will’s hands itched with the urge to reach out and touch you, twitching at his sides. Someone said something that must have been fucking hilarious, because you were laughing, head thrown back, chest heaving-

I can’t do this. He thinks to himself. This is a task for men stronger than me.

Quickly downing the last dregs of his cocktail, he impolitely excuses himself from the group he was speaking with, maneuvering through the mass of people to where you stood. 

“Hi baby!” You call when he enters your line of sight, smiling brightly. You’re in a small group of people who also greet Will upon his arrival, immediately asking about the tour. 

“It was a lot of fun, thanks for asking.” Will mumbles distractedly, eyes never leaving you. “You ready to blow this popsicle stand, love bug?” 

Your eyes widen slightly in surprise. “Oh, sure.” You quickly excuse yourself from the group, leaving with warm goodbyes and tight hugs. Will thinks he’ll catch on fire before the two of you make it out of the building, but then you’re walking over to join him, the two of you quickly working through the crowd.

“Is everything okay, Will?” You ask when you’re both out of earshot. Concern is evident in your tone, and Will fights the urge to smooth the crease between your eyebrows with a kiss. 

“Yeah, just itchy is all.” He murmurs to you, placing a kiss on the top of your head as you both exit the building. Itchy was a good word; He was practically crawling out of his skin with the urge to get you undressed, underneath him. 

Guilt overtook your pretty features. “Oh baby, was the party too much? If you felt overstimulated, we could have left earlier-”

“No, I’m fine, pretty girl, really. It’s just-” He sighs, stopping in the parking lot to dig his keys out of his pocket.

“Did I do something?” You sound so sad, eyes widening. Will could practically see your mind sifting through the evening, trying to find some misstep.

“No, no baby- stop. I can see you overthinking, you didn’t do anything wrong, I just-” He sighs again, pausing by the car now. He glance around the two of you, making sure you were alone, before guiding your hand to his groin. 

Your eyes went dark at what you found there. “Holy shit, you’re- how long?” You stammer, sounding hoarse.

“Ever since you put on that fucking dress.” He admits sheepishly. 

“C’mon.” You nod towards the car, motioning for him to get inside. 

You made quick work of shutting your door, Will about to start the car when you stop him. 

“Leave it off.” You command, making his eyebrows shoot up in question. “Less conspicuous.”

“Less conspicuous for wha-” Will’s question was cut off as your lips locked with his in a searing kiss. You gripped his shirt in your hands, dragging him closer to you. 

“All hard for me, huh?” You whisper against his lips. 

He’s nodding before he realizes it. “So hard, baby, all fucking night, all for you.”

You’re nodding with him, already drunk off of the power you have over him. “Let’s get you taken care of then, yeah?” 

You tear your lips away from his to better unbutton and unzip his pants, tugging the fabric down the best you could in the cramped space. He hisses as you pull his briefs down so that his cock can spring free. 

“Holy shit.” You breathed, taking him in.

He’s always been big- you were familiar with that part- but you’d never seen him after being hard for hours. The veins on his cock were bulging angrily, the tip shiny with precum and deliciously red. 

“Poor thing,” you say in a saccharine voice, leaning in to kiss the cherry-red tip. 

He outright keens at that, hips barely jerking up, like it was taking everything to hold himself down. “Don’t be mean, pretty girl.”

You give him one last grin before you’re swallowing him down, stopping three-quarters of the way down to soothe your gag reflex.

“Fuck-“ Will gasps into the air, one hand coming up to tangle in your hair. His grip tightens, and you feel your control over the situation slipping away. “Fucking tease tonight, huh? Not enough to wear your slutty little dress, couldn’t wait to get my cock in your mouth either, could you?” 

You whimper almost silently at his words, but he feels the vibrations of it on his cock. “Little slut likes that? Does she want me to use her pretty mouth?” He continues, pulling you up by your hair just enough for you to be able to speak.

You relinquish any semblance of control you had when you manage a small, “Please.” 

He grins at you, so far from his regular, cheerful smile, and pulls you in for one last kiss. It’s sloppy and wet and wonderful, and you’re almost sad when he yanks you away by your hair again to guide you down to his cock. 

“Open.” He commands, the gruffness of his voice making you quickly do as you were told. His cock is in your throat immediately, but before you can gag, he’s pulling you back up roughly. You manage half a gasp of air before you’re being shoved back down, swallowing him again. He continues fucking your face at a brutal pace; Soon spit is covering your chin, and you can feel you mascara running down your cheeks in the form of tears. 

“So fucking good for me.” Will grunts, hips thrusting up to meet your face. “Such a good girl, taking what she’s given.”

The praise makes you moan- or at least, as much as you could with him fucking your mouth so thoroughly. You’re lost in the sensation of him so deep in your mouth, breathing deeply through your nose as he uses you. His thrusts start becoming irregular, a chant of your name and “fuck” falling from his lips as his movements grew shorter and shorter. 

Oh, you think. He’s so close, you can see it in the tension of his body, in the drawn-up expression on his face. You want nothing more than for him to finish in your mouth, to make you swallow it down, but he pulls out abruptly, chest heaving with labored breaths. 

“Is something wrong?” You’re pouting, you can feel yourself pouting. 

He sees your face and huffs a laugh, still panting. “Pretty girl wants my cum that bad?”

His words- the vulgarity of them- color your cheeks pink. Although… Yeah. That was exactly what you wanted. You nod, the smallest movement. 

You think you hear him stop breathing, but then he speaks again. “C’mere, honey, I’ll give you what you need.” He motions to his lap, where his cock is beckoning you like a siren at sea. You hastily go to unzip your dress, but he stops you. “Leave it on.” His gaze drags down your form, back up to your throat, where his eyes linger for a moment before he’s looking into your eyes again. “Leave all of it on.”

His words make you shiver, but you obey, crawling over to straddle his lap. He yanks your panties to the side in record time, immediately thrusting two fingers into you. You mewl at the sensation, eyes squeezing shut as your hand comes up to slap over your mouth to muffle the sound. 

“Nuh uh, let me hear.” His voice is in your ear, nose rubbing against the lobe of it. “Let me hear your pretty sounds- God, you’re so fucking wet.”

You could hear him moving his fingers inside you, even over your own noises. You grind down into his hand without consciously realizing you’re doing so, chasing the pleasure his fingers brought you. You open your eyes blearily, wanting to see him, only to find that he’s studying that same spot again, right at the base of your neck. Jutting your chin up so that your throat is completely vulnerable, you give him a meaningful look. 

He accepts the offer, teeth coming down to bite at your pulse point. The moan that escapes you is profane, dwindling to the pathetic whimper of an injured animal as he sucks at the skin where he bit, soothing it with his tongue. Your chest is next, ample cleavage on display for his lips to lock onto, sucking a hickey into the sensitive skin with ease. The hand that’s not fucking into you grips onto your waist to leave another bruise, pulling you impossibly closer.

You know what he’s doing- Marking what’s his, letting everyone know who you belong to. And you couldn’t care less about the perception of it, lost in the pleasure of his lips and the sensation of being owned. Arching into his mouth, your hands tangle in his hair as your legs start to quiver with unadulterated want. 

“‘M close, Will I’m-” You pant, tugging at his hair desperately. 

“I know, pretty girl, be good and come for me so I can fuck you properly.” He whispers into your neck, and that’s all it takes to hurtle you over the edge, shaking with your orgasm even as he replaces his fingers with his cock.

It’s so much more- more girth, more length. It stretches you, fills you up to the brim. You’re still in the aftershocks of coming as he starts fucking you in earnest, yanking you into his chest until you feel like you can’t get a breath in. You’re practically wailing, the sensitivity of getting fucked so quickly after orgasming overwhelming, but it’s perfect. 

“You’re my girl, right?” He’s grunting, holding you stationary while his hips rock up into you at break-neck speed. “My pretty girl, all mine.”

You nod, incoherently babbling, “I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours-”

“Want my cum?” He pulls back just enough to look in your eyes. It’s all love there- an all-consuming love that illuminates his gaze like a flame. “Want me to fill you up? Put a baby in you- Keep a baby in you?”

You’re nodding again, unintelligible sounds falling from your lips in response. “Please.” You finally manage to stammer out. 

He’s almost smiling, a joyous kind of pleasure overtaking his features as his thrusts grow erratic for the second time that evening. Your grip on him tightens as you feel yourself get closer and closer, tears springing in your eyes from the overstimulation. 

It hits you like a fucking train, face curled into his neck in a silent scream, legs spasming in every direction. He fucks you through it, coming in hot spurts inside you, thrusts growing sloppier until he finally nestles himself deep within you, setting you down gently in his lap again. 

You’re panting and trembling, completely collapsed against his chest. The both of you sit like that a few long minutes, his hand rubbing at the exposed part of your back soothingly. When you feel an iota of strength return to your body, you’re craning your neck up to kiss his cheek. 

He’s grinning, turning to look down at you. “Well shucks, thanks for the kiss, honey.”

You’re giggling with him, pushing yourself up so that your back is straight. You hiss as the movement moves him inside your sore hole, a shudder passing through your body. 

“You better cut that out, I’ll fuck you again if you’re not careful.” He warns teasingly, hands gripping your hips lightly. 

You flash him a grin, and then ready yourself for the chore of him pulling out. You know it’s going to be tender, but you still yelp as he slips out of you. Flopping into your seat, you give yourself another minute to collect your breath. He tucks his cock away, zipping up his pants carefully and starting the car.

You zone out for a moment, only recognizing the long silence that has stretched between the two of you after a few minutes more have passed. You look over at him, a question on your lips, when the look on his face makes you pause. 

He’s staring in between your legs, a small pout on his face. “It’s leaking out.” 

You throw your head back, barking a laugh at his distress. “I have an IUD as well, my love, I don’t think it’ll work no matter how hard you try.”

His eyes go dark at your words. “Then I’ll just try harder next time.”

Before you can respond, the car is in drive, and you’re headed home. You quickly buckle your seat belt, pulling down the passenger mirror to clean yourself up, stopping when you catch the first glimpse of your reflection.

Your makeup has smeared everywhere. Black streaks run down your cheeks in rivulets, your lipstick smudged around your mouth. Your tits are littered with bruises, lovebites of various colors decorating your skin. You look like a slutty fucking mess, You think to yourself. You’re searching for a napkin to wipe your face when Will speaks up again. 

“Leave it.” He flips on his turn signal, pulling onto your street. His jaw is tight, and you swear you can see a bulge in his trousers. He turns to look at you as he puts the car in park in front of your house, eyes already glossed over again. “Leave all of it.”

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[malice-ov-mercy]

Face Fucked with A Knife

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A/N: listen… I know the title is kinda off putting, but it’s a Lorna lyric from Wretching in Torment off of Psalms. If u haven’t listened to any other Lorna than the stuff with Will, ur doing urself a disservice; their other albums are great too. I randomly thought of it, and I couldn’t not use it. I’ve never written anything like this before, so please keep that in mind while reading. I did my best. Also, DON’T FUCK AROUND WITH BLOOD ALL WILLY NILLY. BE CAREFUL WITH THAT SHIT. DO YOUR RESEARCH BEFORE YOU GO EXPLORING THAT. THIS STORY IS FAKE, SO WE’RE PRETENDING IT’S ALL FINE AND DANDY AND NO RISKS. SAME GOES WITH THE KNIFE STUFF.

Pairing: Will Ramos x fem!Reader

Content Warnings: 18+!, smut, unprotected (p in v) sex, knife play, mention of blood/blood kink, praise kink, fingering, D/S if you squint, a little choking, squirting

Word count: 2.7k

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If you would like to be added, please let me know for who! If you tell me everyone/everything, just know that includes anything I may write for Bad Omens AND/OR Will Ramos.

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Will Ramos Masterlist

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“Will?”

My voice bounced off the empty stairwell walls. The basement seemed like an odd place to hang out, but to each their own. I craned my neck to look further in the vast empty space. A big brown leather chair sat in the middle of the room and blue-purple light surrounded it. Will was perched on one of the arm rests, gaze focused intensely on me. He had something pressed to his cheek.

Was that a knife?

“What’re you doing down here?” I asked, confused but also a little hot from how he was staring at me.

“You’re late.”

His voice held no emotion. Will stood and motioned me to come to him with what I assumed was a knife. My feet started moving before I had time to think about it. He took a few steps away from the chair and met me a quarter of the way.

“What am I late for?”

My throat and mouth went dry when Will put the knife to my neck, the tip pressing into my throat.

“Fun.” He replied with a coy smile.

The knife was very real and very sharp. I was worried if he pressed the tip with any more force, it would pierce my throat. Will studied me, trying to gauge my response. I sucked in a sharp breath when he flattened the blade under my chin. I also tried to hide how I clenched my thighs together when he tilted my head back. The smirk on his face told me the movement wasn’t as subtle as I hoped.

“I hope you’re not wearing anything important.” His tone was full of rasp and gravel.

Will grabbed a fistful of my shirt and twisted the fabric in his hand, yanking me forward. I closed my eyes as he leisurely trailed the knife’s tip down my throat. My breaths were shallow; every time I swallowed, I felt the point dip a little more into my flesh. The sharp sensation and danger of getting nicked created a tantalizing blend of fear and arousal.

My breath halted altogether when the knife stopped at the collar of my shirt, right at the hollow space in between my collarbone. I looked at Will, whose stare was fixed on the knife. He quickly glanced at me, a smug yet kind smile tugged his lips. There was a glint in his eyes that told me he was enjoying the power he held over me, how completely under his control I was.

In a blindingly fast motion, he sank the knife through my shirt and cut it, his free hand helping to rip the fabric completely from my body. The cool air of the basement spread over my blazing hot skin and perked my nipples. Will roughly grabbed one of my breasts and placed the blade of the knife flat against the other.

“No bra?” He hummed and licked his lips.

He pressed the blunt edge of the knife to my skin, scraping a path down my stomach to the top of my leggings. I squeezed my legs together. Will softly bit his lip.

“Are you not wearing panties either?”

I held my breath as he slipped the knife into my leggings. He slid it side to side searching for the underwear I wasn’t wearing. A low groan rumbled deep in his throat.

“No bra, no panties,” Will husked. “What a little slut you are.”

He easily cut through my leggings, leaving my soaking wet pussy exposed. Carefully, Will spread my lips apart with the knife and used it to collect my arousal.

“Open your mouth.”

Will commanded. I obeyed.

“Stick out your tongue.”

I did. Will smiled sweetly.

“So obedient.” He pressed a kiss to my cheek. “So pretty with an open mouth.”

The knife moved from ripped leggings. My entire body froze and my blood turned to ice as the cool metal and the taste of myself hit my tongue. I couldn’t help the pathetic noise I made.

“But you look so much cuter with something in your mouth.”

Will pressed the blade firmly on my tongue. His eyes darkened.

“Do you trust me?”

Slowly, I nodded.

“Close your mouth.”

Will carefully slid the knife in and out. His eyes burned into mine. Everything about this seemed so wrong, but it was exhilarating. I didn’t know how he else planned to use the knife, but gently and softly facefucking me with it had me craving more.

I winced, feeling a sharp sting followed immediately by an even more prominent metallic tang on my tongue. Will pulled the knife out of my mouth and brought it to his face. A small smirk tugged the corners of his mouth. He grasped my jaw and wiggled it until I opened. Knowing he’d ask, I stuck my tongue out. His smile widened.

“Such a good girl.”

He ran his thumb over the cut, collecting and smearing blood over my tongue and lips. I watched him, my gaze intense and heated, as he licked his thumb clean. Will leaned in, his face impossibly close to mine. The warmth of his breath and the faint smell of blood had my heart pounding. I didn’t expect how into this I would be, but evidently I was really into it. A puddle was forming between my legs, my slick starting to drip down my legs.

Will pressed his tongue against mine, eagerly licking the crimson trail he created. He coaxed my tongue into his mouth and groaned loudly. The metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. Will kissed me fervently and hard, like his life depended on it and like he’d never get a chance to do it again. His grip on my jaw tightened, his fingertips digging into my skin.

He took a few steps back, pulling me with him. I stumbled forward. He placed his other hand on my stomach to keep me from falling. Will broke our kiss and pulled away from me. I whined at the sudden loss of his body heat. I watched with half hooded lids as he hurriedly unfastened his belt and shoved his jeans and boxers down. His cock sprung free and I licked my lips.

Will pulled his shirt off then plopped down in the chair, spreading his legs as wide as he possibly could, setting himself on display for me. He rested his head on his fist, his other hand still gripping the knife.

“Take what’s left of your clothing off and come take a seat, love.”

I stepped out of my now tattered leggings and stalked towards him. His eyes roamed my body, heating my already scorching skin. My inner thighs were so drenched and slippery. When I was close enough, Will grabbed me by the hips and yanked me the rest of the way to him. I threw my arms out in front of me and braced myself against the back of the chair. My chest was right at his eye level.

He looked up at me. A tinge of red stained his mouth which meant it also stained mine. His eyes stayed on mine as he closed his mouth around one of my breasts. My eyes briefly fluttered shut when he ran his tongue over my nipple. The sharp sting of his teeth biting down and the knife back at my pussy pulled a strained gasp from my lips.

“Keep your eyes open and on me,” Will’s breath was searing hot on my skin.

I bit my lip harshly, the sensation of the blade carefully spreading my folds open made me throb. Will replaced the knife with his fingers, and instead used it to spread my legs further apart. A deep hum came from his chest. He delicately grazed a finger over my clit, smirking as I struggled to keep my eyes open.

“My little slut is so wet.” He pressed a finger to my entrance, teasingly prodding it. “The knife isn’t scaring you?”

His eyes softened just a bit at the question.

“No,” I said with a confident shake of my head.

“Good,” Will kissed my breasts as he sunk his finger deep into me, “Because it certainly doesn’t feel like you’re scared.”

There was no urgency in his movement, his pumps slow and deep. I nearly let my eyes close when he slid a second in, but the familiar feel of the knife pressing against my thigh stopped me.

“Careful, love, I wouldn’t want to mark up your soft, pretty skin.”

My walls clenched at the thought. Will immediately noticed.

“Or would you like that?”

The ball of the palm of his hand worked over my clit. He curled his fingers, reaching for my spot. I mewled loudly when he found it. He repeated the motion over and over again, making it impossible for me to respond and keep my eyes open.

Will abruptly removed his fingers. I whined at the sudden emptiness. He moved his hand to my hip and gripped roughly.

“I told you to keep your eyes open.” His voice was stern.

I felt the blade dig more into my thigh—not enough to cut, but enough that it wouldn’t take much for him to nick me. His eyes burned into mine, silently asking for permission. I gave a small nod. I hissed, a perfect blend of pleasure and pain surging through my veins as Will softly flicked his wrist and cut my inner thigh.

The cut was small, just enough to get a response and a few droplets of blood.

“Are you going to be a good girl and keep your eyes open?” Will rasped.

“Yes.”

He moved the knife to my other thigh. “Yes, what?”

“Yes, Will.”

Will nicked my other thigh. A quiet exhale left my lips.

“Try again.”

He trailed the knife over my hip then up to my stomach, leaving goosebumps behind.

“Yes, papi.”

“Hm, that’s better.” He reached up and grabbed one of my hands, bringing it down to his cock. “Now sit.”

I wrapped my hand around him and ran his tip along my slit, coating it in my slick. Will shifted beneath me and helped align himself.

“Remember what I said:” His voice was low, “Eyes. On. Me.”

His last word transformed into a deep sigh as I lowered slowly onto his dick. My head lulled back, relishing in the feeling of fullness. I made sure to keep my gaze locked on Will—though the curiosity of where he would mark me tempted me like crazy.

“God, you feel so good.” Will moaned, his voice almost sounding like a whine.

Will dropped the knife on my thigh and grabbed my hips in a bruising grip, his short nails digging into the soft flesh. I couldn’t move much, the chair was just barely wide enough, but I did my best to rock against him. Will helped me along, rotating my hips and pushing more into me. The tip of his cock brushed that spot inside. A high pitched whimper fell from my lips. He thrust up again, hitting the spot deliberately, letting out his own whine as my walls pulsed around his dick.

“You’re so close already, fuck.”

It was almost shameful how well he knew my body and how easily he worked me up. He knew it better than I did.

“Do you want to cum?” There was a strained raspiness in his voice, like he was trying to keep himself from unloading.

“Yes,” I whined.

I choked on another sound when one of his hands moved to my clit, rubbing quick circles to bring me closer. My hands moved to his shoulders, digging my nails in. Will reached for the knife and pressed it to my throat.

“Then cum.” Will marked my shoulder then attached his mouth to the cut, sucking and running his tongue over the small wound.

That was the final push I needed as my orgasm came rippling through my body, coming in shuddered waves. I tried desperately to keep my eyes open, but I couldn’t. I hoped Will didn’t notice. His teeth scraped my collarbone a few times before detaching.

The knife poked under my chin, tilting my head back.

“Love,” the word was firm, a chill crept up my back, “I thought I told you to keep your eyes open.”

Before I had even finished, Will pushed me off of him, grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked me to the side of the chair. He roughly forced me over one of the armrests. My hands gripped the opposite one to keep from smacking my face against the cool leather.

Will slammed into me with a loud grunt. A pathetic groan erupted deep from my lungs. The slick sound of skin slapping and erotic moans filled the empty space of the basement. He pressed the dull edge of the knife to my throat again.

“Listen to that.” His breath was searing hot in my ear. “My little slut is so wet.”

He released my hair and trailed his hand down my back, landing a sharp smack on my ass. He reached in front of me and relentlessly toyed with my clit. I quickly became a whimpering, blubbering mess feeling the familiar sensation of a building orgasm.

“Will,” I choked out.

“Close again already?”

I lost my voice, only being able to nod furiously. Will stopped touching me to grab another fistful of my hair, keeping the knife pressed to my throat as he yanked me up, my back resting flush against his heaving, sweat covered chest.

“Touch yourself, I’m not doing it.” He demanded.

One of my hands moved at lightning speed to where I needed most and the other reached to tangle harshly in Will’s hair. I tugged the curly locks tightly and was rewarded with a whiny moan. The pressure of the knife at my throat cut off my air. I struggled to breathe, every moan and whimper stuck in the base of my throat. My movements at my clit were sloppy and messy, promising a more intense and wild climax.

Will thrust impossibly deep and hard. He repeatedly pounded that sensitive spot inside, and I nearly collapsed as I came with a scream, releasing everything all at once. My jaw hung open and my body convulsed violently. I was dripping, absolutely coating my thighs and Will in my juices.

The sopping wet sound of my spent pussy and wailing orgasm pushed Will over the edge, his semen painting the inside of my cunt. He dropped the blade, replacing it with his hand and further cut off my access to air. His mouth clamped down hard in the crook of my neck, biting down so forcefully that he broke skin. The vibrations of his own whiny moans as he sucked the bloody bite rippled through me. I loved hearing him come undone.

Will fucked us both through our orgasms, rendering me completely numb and useless. I was at his mercy, a human fleshlight while he rode the rest of his high.

When he finally calmed, he held me close, cradling my weak and gelatin like body softly. His skin was slick with sweat and me. Will slowly pulled out and I sighed at the emptiness and feeling of his cum oozing out of me. He pressed a soft kiss to the already bruising bite he left.

“Are you okay?” His voice was gentle.

“Best I’ve ever been.” I replied breathlessly.

Will chuckled lightly. “Good. Can you walk?”

I stepped out of his grasp, nearly face planting into the chair, but Will was quick to catch me. He spun me around so we were face to face. His hair was a disheveled mess and more red stained his mouth. He looked absolutely spent but satisfaction and contentment was evident in his small smile.

“As much as I’d love to sit here with you, we need to get these cuts cleaned up.” He said, placing an arm around my back.

He bent down and placed his other arm at my knees and in one swift, easy motion, lifted me off my feet, carrying me bridal style. I let out a surprised giggle.

“I’ll try not to drop you.” Will kissed the side of my head. “My legs aren’t much better than yours.”

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‘tis the damn season - part 2

Pairing: Will Ramos x OFC (Genevieve/Viv/Vivvy)

Content Warning: 18+ MINORS DNI, angst, hurt - no comfort, brief mentions of child abuse, panic attacks, mentions of death/dying, brief mentions of violence/threats of violence, Will Ramos is stubborn as hell.

Word Count: 3.3k

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Author’s note: There’s a lot more Will in this part and I promise there will be even more in future parts. Also, this one is probably going to hurt because it hurt me while I wrote it. Soooo…. Sorry 😬 Enjoy 😊

Will’s POV

The snow crunches beneath Will’s feet as he heads towards the cafe. That morning, he woke up with a sore throat and decided he’d grab some hot tea before practice that morning. He couldn’t afford to lose his voice now. Lorna was going on tour next month and they had a lot of kinks to work out with their set.

Leaving the cafe, Will heads in the direction of the warehouse. Traffic in front of the cafe was absurd. He could walk down the opposite way to a slower intersection, cut across and then walk back up. The only problem was that it would take him past the park.

He avoided the park as much as he could

“Man, it’s been eight years. Get over it.” he says out loud to himself.

As he walks past the park, he sees the gazebo. There was a light dusting of snow on the roof and the stairs. Christmas garlands were attached to each railing. Icicle lights were hanging from the top railings and Christmas wreaths were adorning each post.

It looked like something out of a Christmas card.

Will walks up the steps and stands in the middle of the structure. He couldn’t remember the last time he had come here. It looked the same but had a fresh coat of paint. A moment of panic sets in as he sets his tea down and steps onto the railing. Hoisting himself up he stands on his tiptoes to look into the rafters.

The entirety of the area had been painted white. Fuck, where is it? He couldn’t see it. It had been forever but he knew it was on this side. He couldn’t see it. His heart sank. It was gone. He started to lower himself down but something caught his eye off to the side. A faint etching into the wood that he would have missed if he hadn’t turned just so.

“W <3’s V 4eva”

Will let out the breath he was holding; a sharp pain shooting through his chest. It was a pain he hadn’t felt in a long time. The feeling struck him so hard it made his knees weak and he had to hold on to the post next to him to keep from falling off the railing.

It should have been a meaningless little thing. He had made that mark when he was a teenager, barely sixteen. Thirteen years later and he can still remember every moment of that day. How she smelled of cinnamon and cherries. The way her dark red hair fell in waves and would get tangled in the buttons of her coat. How red her nose and cheeks got from the cold. Her green eyes sparkling as she looked at the Christmas lights.

God dammit, he hated this time of year.

Will arrives at the warehouse to see Moke and Austin standing outside.

“Get here when you can, brother.” Moke exclaims, grinning.

“Fuck are you talking about, dude? I’m early as always.” Will responds.

“Practice was supposed to start 20 minutes ago, dumbass.” Austin pipes in.

Will checks his phone and he in fact was not early at all. His detour took a little longer than he thought. He looks up sheepishly and both guys burst out laughing.

“Sorry, guys.”

Adam slaps him on the back. “Don’t worry about it, man. Adam and Andrew are inside arguing about guitar stuff.”

“That’s why we’re out here.” Moke adds. “If I had to hear them fight like an old married couple for one more second I was going to shove Archey’s drumsticks in my ears.”

Will laughs loudly as they dramatically act out the guitarists argument.

Initially, he doesn’t see the woman with long dark red hair pass by but he notices her stop suddenly. For a split second he figures that she’s lost but then it hits him. The scent of cinnamon and cherries.

The scent is all-consuming. It fills his nostrils and in a millisecond seven years of memories flash before his eyes. She turns around slowly, making eye contact with him and he’s sure he’s fucking dreaming because it can’t be her.

“Shit.” he hears her say and that’s her voice. How is she here? Why is she here? After all this time..

He calls after her and she doesn’t stop. In fact, she picks up her pace. So, he takes off after her.

“Will! Where the fuck are you going?” Austin yells at his friend as he takes off running but it was no use. Will was on a mission.

Will continues to call after her and she refuses to stop. He feels dizzy, nauseated, and desperate because if he can just get a hand on her. Just touch her so he can know she’s real and he’s not crazy.

“Goddammit, Genevieve, stop!” Finally catching up with her, he grabs her by the arm and spins her around to face him.

They stare at each other for what seems like an eternity. He wonders what’s going through her mind. He can’t seem to gather his thoughts because he’s still trying to grasp onto the fact that she’s actually here in front of him.

Somehow, she was even more beautiful than the last time he saw her.

The last time he saw her.

Will recalls the moment she left and the shooting pain in his chest returns. Anger rushes through him and without thinking, his grip on her arm tightens. Tears begin to form in the corner of her eyes and she shifts uncomfortably. Realization settles in and he lets go, internally chastising himself. It doesn’t matter how long she’s been gone. He knows better.

He glances at her again and even though the tears are still there he can tell she’s not panicking anymore. Her tears are for an entirely different reason. The moment is so overwhelming he can nearly feel his own forming but being the stubborn man that he is, he blinks them away. Will is not going to give her the satisfaction of thinking she still has that much of an effect on him.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business.” she states matter-of-factly.

Will laughs humorlessly. “Seriously? After all these years, that’s all I get?”

Gen narrows her eyes and folds her arms across her chest.

“Right, because ‘what the fuck are you doing here?’ is so much better?”

“I think I have every right to be frustrated, Viv.”

“Don’t call me that.” she says firmly.

Will raises his eyebrows. “And what exactly am I supposed to call you?”

“If it’s all the same to you, Will, I’d prefer it if we just didn’t interact at all. I’m only here because I wasn’t given a choice and I plan to leave as soon as possible.”

A mixture of anger and desperation rises in him again. He wasn’t expecting her to jump into his arms but he didn’t think she’d blow him off like this. He needed something. More than this. He didn’t know how she could just pretend like this moment meant nothing to her when it meant everything to him.

Would he actually admit to that, though? Of course not.

He laughs and shakes his head. “Always in such a hurry to leave. Of course, I'm not surprised. It’s your favorite thing to do.”

This time, Gen laughs, but it’s the coldest laugh Will has ever heard. She steps closer to him and their faces are so close they are almost touching. Her perfume fills his nostrils again and he wishes he could start their conversation over. Tell her he was sorry for everything and kiss her breathless but it was too late. He ruined everything, once again.

All because of his goddamn pride.

“As much as I would love to stand here all day and rehash old wounds, Ramos, I have better things to do. Like bury my piece of shit father, for starters.”

Will doesn’t even get a chance to speak before she’s walking away from him. She never looks back at him for a moment but he watches her until her figure disappears.

Gen’s POV

Gen walks until the tears falling down her face begin to burn and her lungs start to hurt from the cold air. She was two blocks from the lawyer’s office but she couldn’t move anymore. She stops and sits on a bench in front of a random store in an attempt to collect herself.

She scrubs her shaking hands over her face and tries to control her breathing. She’s barely been back home for a few hours and she already ran into him. She hated being from such a small town.

“Always in such a hurry to leave… it’s your favorite thing to do.”

Will’s voice echoes on repeat in her mind until her head begins to pound. He knows damn well why I left. Gen thinks to herself. Who the fuck is he to throw that in my face?

Through the years she must have rehearsed their first conversation upon reuniting a hundred times. It was never something she expected to actually happen, but she was always preparing for shit like that. She knew it would be overwhelming and emotional but when she imagined it, she always handled it in a calm and practical manner.

Clearly, it’s much different when the person who broke your heart is standing right in front of you. It didn’t stop her from regretting the way she reacted. The way he grabbed her and the emotional whiplash from their sudden reunion had her adrenaline pumping. Agitation and being defensive were her go-to responses.

Gen knew that he didn’t intend to grab her like that. He knew better. It was embarrassing that it still affected her the way that it did.

Gen sighs shakily and checks her phone. She had five minutes to be at Mr. Shaw’s office. Her pity party would have to wait until later.

“Ms. Castillo, I’m Nathan Shaw. Thank you so much for coming in on such short notice.” The man extends his hand to Gen and she accepts it. He was younger than she expected, late thirties at the oldest. His dirty blonde hair was slicked back and his eyes were a piercing blue. When he flashes a smile at her, she concludes that feature alone wins a lot of his cases.

“It’s Taylor, actually. I told your secretary that on the phone yesterday. Anna, I believe?”

He glances down at the paper. “Oh, yes! She’s written it right here. My apologies, Ms. Taylor. Or is it Mrs?”

Gen has to bite back a laugh. “No, sir. It’s definitely still Ms.” She holds up her left hand to show him her bare ring finger.

Mr. Shaw smiles softly. “Very good, Ms. Taylor.”

She shifts uncomfortably in her seat. “If you don’t mind. How did you find me? My father and I haven’t spoken in years.”

“He had your phone number and address listed for us to call in the event of his death.”

Gen pauses for a moment, unsure how she feels that he actually had her address this whole time. “It’s just that… I changed my name and my contact information years ago, so that he couldn’t find me. I just don’t understand how he even had that information to give to you.”

Mr. Shaw looks at her over his glasses, the corners of his mouth turning up slightly. He flips back to the front page of the packet in front of him and turns it around to where Gen can look at it. She scoots up to the end of her chair to get a better look as he points to a particular paragraph.

I, Gabriel Fernando Castillo, am a widower. I was married to Margaret Anaïs Taylor Castillo on September 13, 1993, who died on August 9, 2007. We had one child, Genevieve Gabriela Castillo, who was born on August 11, 1994.

Genevieve Gabriela Castillo. Her eyes read the one line over and over again. God, she despises that name.

“What are you showing me this for, Mr. Shaw?” she asks, pointedly.

An amused look spreads across his face. “Ms. Taylor, with all due respect, if you wanted to change your name so your father couldn’t find you.” He pauses for a moment, considering his next statement carefully. “Your mother’s maiden name maybe wasn’t the best choice.”

Three hours, one panic attack, and a lot of kleenex later, Gen’s appointment with Nathan Shaw was finished.

Gabriel left her everything. His house. His car. An oddly large sum of money that was left in his bank accounts that she didn’t dare question its origin. Before she changed her name and number for good, he had called her relentlessly asking for money. No doubt having drunk it all up.

According to Mr. Shaw, that was what killed him. His liver failed and he chose to waste away at home instead of in the hospital waiting for an organ transplant. Mr. Shaw warned her that the house wasn’t in the best shape since he spent the last several months bedridden and would rarely let anyone in. He assured her, however, that “the mess” from his death had been cleaned up so she wouldn’t have to worry about that.

Oh, right. If it wasn’t enough for her to inherit her childhood home that held enough traumatic memories for a lifetime, it’s now potentially haunted by the ghost of her father? Nope. Nothing to worry about at all. She didn’t even believe in ghosts, but if anyone would come back to haunt her, that fucker would.

Considering her options, she decided to sell the house and the car. They were of no use to her. The money in Gabriel’s accounts would go towards whatever repairs were needed to make the house sellable and the rest she’d donate to charity.

Gen didn’t need him or his money. Dead or not she sure as hell wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of thinking she did.

So, now, it would appear that her whirlwind trip home would be much longer than anticipated. The realization of which caused her panic attack. Mr. Shaw’s sweet secretary, Anna, came rushing in his office with kleenex and water to help. Once she calmed down, Gen told Anna whatever Mr. Shaw was paying her wasn’t enough. Anna just smiled sweetly and headed back to her desk.

Another hour and a half later, the funeral arrangements had been made. The visitation would be Sunday at noon with the funeral immediately afterwards. A four hour affair where Gen would have to smile and pretend to care as people she hadn’t seen in years told her how wonderful her father was and how they can’t believe she’s been gone so long.

She felt nauseous already.

She took a deep breath, cracking her neck and massaging her jaw in an attempt to ease the tension from the day. She was in desperate need of food and a shower. She decided to head to her hotel, order takeout, and call it a night. She couldn’t bring herself to go to Gabriel’s house tonight. She would go tomorrow when she was rested and her head was clear.

As Gen laid in bed, she reflected on her day. Now that it was over, it all felt like a fever dream. She thought of Will’s face. The way it shifted from frustration to guilt when she told him why she was there. She had called him Ramos. She only called him that when she was mad and he hated it. She knew that, though, and said it on purpose.

She did it for the exact same reason he took a jab at her for leaving. There’s an ache in her. An ache caused by all the years of pain from her mother dying, her father drinking to cope with the loss and the abuse that followed afterwards. Will became her escape. He was always there to protect and comfort her.

One night, Will nearly beat her father unconscious after he had broken Gen’s ribs again for not cleaning the dishes the way he liked them. He was only seventeen at the time. Gabriel was an asshole, but he wasn’t stupid. He wasn’t going to put himself at risk of an investigation, so he didn’t say anything. After that night, the physical abuse stopped but the psychological abuse became worse. Will promised Gen that as soon as she turned eighteen, he was moving her in with him.

The day of her eighteenth birthday, Will moved her into his apartment. He had saved for months and managed to get one just a few weeks before her birthday. It was small and they barely had any furniture, but she didn’t care. Gabriel tracked her down and tried causing a scene but Will told him if he came near her or touched her again he’d make sure he didn’t wake up that time.

Gen was finally able to heal. She felt safe and secure at home for the first time in five years. They were both working and making enough to pay their bills with a little extra. She started college. For once, everything was going well.

The only problem was that she hated Westwood. It was too small for her and despite the memories she made with Will, it was filled with too many bad ones. She wanted out. She had a degree and had developed a strong skill set in music as an audio technician at the small recording studio she worked at and wanted to pursue a career as a recording engineer.

The owner of the studio had connections all over the country and was able to get her a job in New York. Gen was ecstatic and ran home to Will to tell him the good news. He had been supportive of her dream and told her he’d go anywhere for her.

However, when she told him it was finally happening, his face dropped. A silence fell between them that she had never experienced in all of the years they had been together. He stood from his seat on the couch, looked at her firmly, and told her no.

No? What did he mean “no”?

He meant no. She wasn’t going. He wasn’t going. They weren’t going.

Will’s reason was that she could do the same job in New Jersey that she could in New York. She argued that, while true, New York would give her a lot more opportunities to work with different artists and producers. Not to mention a lot more money.

He continued to refuse. Telling Gen it was a waste of time and attempting to educate her on how expensive New York is but it just came out as condescending. She explained how much extra she would be making and it may be hard at first but it would be worth it in the end.

When that didn’t work, he tried to explain that he had finally become comfortable with his band and didn’t want to mess that up by leaving. He also mentioned his family was in Westwood and they couldn’t just abandon them. She called him selfish and pointed out that New York was less than two hours by train. Not across the fucking country.

Gen was distraught and confused. Where was this coming from? This was not the Will she had known for so long. He had never tried to hold her back or tell her she couldn’t do anything. If she didn’t know any better, he almost seemed desperate to keep her in Westwood with him. But why?

After hours of arguing, he became silent again. He stood in front of the glass door that led out to their patio and just stared into the darkness. After what seemed like forever, he raked his hand through his curls and exhaled harshly like he had to prepare himself for what he was about to say.

“I love you, Vivvy… but you’re not going to make it in New York. You’re good at what you do but they’ll eat you alive up there. You’re not going and that’s final.”

Part Three

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Perfectly Misaligned | Part 2

Will Ramos x female reader

🔞⚠️: fingering, handjob, p in v sex, references to oral contraception, m and f orgasms, fluff, anxiety, drunk Will

1,637 words

Part 1

You were woken up by a trail of sloppy kisses that Will was leaving across your collarbone. It was still early, barely light outside, and you attempted to fight being woken up against your will by squeezing your eyes tightly shut as you tried to disassociate from the thrill of his touch. Will shifted so his upper body was leaning over you. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him tightly against your chest in an effort to keep him still so you could drift back off to sleep. His body heat warmed you against the morning chill, which filled the bedroom.

“Baby, it's too early,” you murmured as he moved his kisses to the sensitive spot on your neck, which he knew was an instant turn on for you.

You felt his hot breath against your skin as he let out a laugh, “It's only an hour earlier than you usually wake up, sleepy head!”

You groaned as your thighs squeezed together. Morning sex with Will was always your favourite wake up call - even if it was unnecessarily early today! Pushing Will off you, you wiggled out of your pyjamas as you watched him rip off his boxer shorts and catapult them across the room.

His mouth was on yours in a flash, neither of you caring about whether you had morning breath as your tongues danced against each other. Will held the back of your head as he carefully laid you back down while you tangled your fingers in his curls. You moaned into each other's mouths as you both allowed your hands to wander.

Will's right hand stopped on your lower stomach temporarily then continued to move lower, his fingers gliding effortlessly through your wet folds until he found your entrance. He traced around the outside, causing you to pull your mouth away from his when you let out a loud gasp and clamp your thighs tightly around his hand. You reached over and took hold of his erection, which was digging into the soft skin of your hip, then slowly began to move your hand over him.

Meanwhile, your thighs instinctively fell open and Will's fingers made their home inside you. Your head rolled back and you clenched tightly as Will pushed in knuckle deep, the pads of his fingertips grazing against the most sensitive spot of your inner walls. Your body was on fire. Will groaned into your neck. You continued pushing each other into a state of wanton desperation.

Will quickly pumped his fingers in and out, tightening your stomach and jaw, a sheen of sweat forming on your skin. You could hear your arousal and Will's heavy breathing fill the bedroom as you scrunched your eyes tightly shut, suddenly overcome with a building orgasm. Will didn't stop until your legs were shaking and you were a whimpering mess at his side.

He withdrew his fingers and brought them to his lips, sucking them clean. With your hand still wrapped around his cock, you nodded to signal you were good to continue.

“Remind me to take my pill after this. You fucked me into forgetting last time!” you warned.

“Well, why don't you fuck me then you won't forget?” he teased, rolling onto his back.

You were quick to straddle him and go back to stroking his shaft. “Touché,” you mused, never once breaking eye contact, even when you circled his tip with the pad of your thumb and he shuddered underneath you.

One of Will's hands crept up your thigh to your centre, where he worked his index and middle fingers against your already sensitive clit. His other hand reached up to cup your breast, gently massaging as your nipple grew hard under his palm. You aligned your entrance to his throbbing tip and lowered yourself. Will lifted his hips to meet you. The feeling of his cock stretching you was exactly what you needed as you began to ride him, resting your hands on his chest for purchase. Will let you take control, moving both of his hands to rest on waist, where he tenderly kneaded the skin. You let your hips rise and fall, breathless moans escaping your lips, as Will bucked his hips in time with you to ensure he got as deep as possible.

Your stomach began to knot. Your legs were cramping up. Your eyes rolled back. Your mouth fell open.

You couldn't help but clench tightly around him and lose your rhythm as your body was rocked by an orgasm. Will tried to hold on for a few minutes more but the sensation of feeling you come undone over his cock was enough to send him over the edge. He pulled you down onto himself by your hips as the warmth of his load filled you.

You collapsed on top of him, resting your head on his shoulder as you both caught your breath for a moment.

“Come on. Shower. Before you fall back to sleep and you end up late for work,” Will said, jolting you from your heady state with an affectionate slap on your ass.

“Hey! I'm awake,” you argued, finally mustering up the strength to lift off him.

The remainder of the morning flew by in its usual blur of chaos. Showers. Breakfast. Coffee. Makeup. Pack lunch. More coffee.

“I'll see you when you get home, baby,” you mumbled into his lips as you reached up to kiss him.

“I love you, y/n. Hope your meetings go well today,” he replied, giving your ass a quick squeeze as you turned to walk towards the door.

“I love you, too.”

The day dragged and you went from meeting to meeting with little chance to think about anything else - not even Will. You made a mental note to check in with him on your way home, but a major client had other ideas. You ended up spending the entire journey home with your phone glued to your ear while they talked nonsense about why they weren't to blame for their poor staff retention.

When you finally got through the front door, you kicked off your heels and stretched your toes whilst the cool laminate flooring soothed your aching feet. Making your way to the kitchen, the tension of the day began to dissipate and the countdown to Will coming home began.

After completing some chores and making dinner, you slumped down on the couch to eat the large bowl of spicy chicken noodles you'd prepared. You absentmindedly began to scroll through your phone while you ate, jumping between social media apps and checking the day's news headlines. When you returned to Instagram, the feed refreshed and you noticed that Will had reposted some stories from the boutique and the photographer working on the shoot. You skipped through them, feeling a sense of pride as you observed Will posing in different outfits with the other models.

Then you saw there was a story Will had posted just a few minutes prior.

One of the models you'd seen in the shoot photos, a gorgeous dark skinned woman with bright eyes, purple hair and lipstick to match, had her arms wrapped around Will in what you recognised as one of the local Irish bars. You weren't one to get jealous but something about the picture just didn't sit right with you, and you couldn't put your finger on what it was making you feel.

You didn't like the feeling.

Shutting off your phone and sliding it across the wooden coffee table in front of you, you focused your attention on cleaning your bowl and the kitchen. The distraction only lasted so long before your mind was reeling with all of the scenarios your brain was conjuring up. You trusted Will and knew he would never intentionally hurt you but the ‘what ifs’ clouded your rationale.

Making your way back into the living room, your hands shook as you picked your phone up off the table. Instinct was telling you to call Will but your racing mind said otherwise. You began to pace around the house looking through Will's stories again, and then finding all of the photos you could from the shoot with her in and scrutinising the way she pressed up against Will. It didn't take long for you to find her profile and deep dive until you knew all but her mother's maiden name and her social security number. This wasn't your style at all but you couldn't stop comparing the way she looked at Will in the photos compared to how she looked at male models in other campaigns you could see she had been part of.

Just as you'd manage to convince yourself it was all in your head, Will came crashing through the door. Without even seeing him, you knew he was drunk by the way you heard him stumbling and bouncing off the walls in the hallway.

“Y/n!” Will slurred, barely sounding out each of the syllables correctly. “Where are you hiding?”

Stifling a laugh you called out to tell him you were in the kitchen. “Need a hand, babe?” you offered.

Will made his way into the kitchen and desperately clung onto the counter closest to him while he swayed from side to side. He beamed at you brightly as you made your way over to him with a glass of water and a bag of salted potato chips in hand.

“Hi, baby. I missed you today. Now, drink this and eat them. You'll thank me in the morning,” you said smiling up at him.

“You, you always know how to look after me. Like, you just do!” Will rambled, almost coherently.

But then your smile shrank and your heart sank to the pit of your stomach when you noticed a purple lipstick stain on his jaw.

Part 3

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[dance-is-life27]

SUNDAY MORNINGS

Pairing: Noah Diaz x gn!reader

Warnings: pretty fluffy, the last line is a little suggestive tho

A/n: hehe I made this gif, he's so cute, also for @avxtarlz

It’s definitely a little bit too early for you to be awake on your day off, but the lack of warmth in the bed next to you this morning led you here. Leaning against the open doorway of your kitchen, watching Noah wash dishes.

It’s a really peaceful sight, watching Noah. He’s still shirtless, like he was the night before, making the sunlight from the open window highlight his back and his curls in a way that makes him glow. You watch as his muscles ripple as he washes and rinses out a plate and places it in the already halfway-full dishwasher which makes you wonder how long he’s been awake. You’re about to announce your presence to ask him but the sound of Noah’s voice stops you.

“Screamin’ like ooh, ooh.” He sings, the rest of his words turning into a mumble that you can’t make out from the distance. You smile as his hips begin to sway along with whatever song he’s singing. You let yourself melt into the moment, knowing that Noah doesn’t sing too often unless it's a request from Kris, your eyes close momentarily as you just listen to your boyfriend. His words have no meaning yet but the melody is there, and it’s enough to entrap you in the ease of Sunday mornings.

You lose track of time before you realize that Noah has stopped singing.

“Baby?” You hear, and your eyes flutter open to the sound of Noah’s voice. “How long have you been there?” He asks you, crossing the small space of your kitchen till you’re in arms reach.

You only shrug in response before Noah’s arms wrap around you into a hug. “Good morning, mi amor.” You hear him whisper against you. You hum in response and contentment as you soak in the hug before Noah pulls away from you slowly.

“You should sing more often.” You tell him, staring into his eyes, still holding onto his arms as he still grips your waist. A shy smile graces his face as he looks anywhere but at you.

“No, I um-” Noah stutters and you have to fight the urge to outwardly coo at him. "I did the dishes." He continues, changing the topic as he tries to lead you toward the counters.

"Baby I'm serious, soldier, engineer, mechanic and now singer, is there anything you can't do?" You tease him as you both finally make your way to the counters and Noah sets you on top of one of them, his arms wrapping around your waist while your hands cup his face. "My baby's so fucking talented."

"Embuste, mi amor," Noah whispers as he leans in close before he begins to nip at your jawline. His kisses do a very effective job at distracting you momentarily and you have to force yourself to pull back from him.

“I’m telling the truth, Noah, you are so good at everything you do."

"I-" Noah sighs his head bowing before he looks back up, directly into your eyes, "Thank you."

You smile before you hook his chin and pull him closer to you, your lips almost touching, "Of course, my love." You murmur before your lips collide and you slowly lose yourself into Noah Diaz and allow him to take you both back to the bedroom.

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