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Call Me Daddy - Hayes Grier Smut

Originally posted by camillathybo


Prompt: you’re stressed and he takes care of it ;)

Request:  “Do u write Hayes Grier smut” - @ilysm108 its not really a request but i wanted to write smut so why not 

Warnings: NSFW 18+, cursing, Daddy kink???

Word count: 1076 (FINALLY)

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To say you were stressed was underrated. You were definitely more than stressed; but it wasn’t your fault, your teachers had given you so much work to do, not to mention you have a history quiz on Monday.

When you had finally gotten home you could hear Hayes’s friends talking a mile a minute. Great, you thought, and my headache was just starting to go down. You entered your house and saw the boys hanging out in the living room and made your way to the kitchen to grab some water. “Hey, y/n come join us” Tez called out “no i’m fine I need to finish some homework” You said with your backpack still on your shoulder, you soon felt the weight lift off your shoulder and you look to your right to see Hayes standing there trying to get it off of you. “Hayes what are you doing?” he pouted and said “Well first of all, you didn’t even say hello to me” you rolled your eyes and leaned up to kiss him “Sorry baby i don’t know where my head is” he sighs, “It’s only been a week and you’re already stressed, you want me to kick the guys out?” you immediately shook your head and said “no no no, hang out with your friends, just because i’m stressed doesn’t mean that i don’t want you having fun” he just looks at you with a ‘really’ face. “Oh come on, I love hanging out with you, you’re way more fun than these guys” he suddenly smirks and continues, “I have an idea, since you have the whole weekend to finish this, why don’t we have some fun?” you were hesitant at first because you don’t know what he meant for that it could either be, just chilling and watching netflix or netflix and chill. Anyway you gave him a small smile and took your bag and made your way upstairs to your shared room.

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First Time ~H.G.~

Summary: you and Hayes are both virgins.

Requested: yes

Writer: Tristyn

Note: sorry it took so long I’ve been so busy. But I have a free week so I’ll have more time to write

I wake up in just my underwear and one of Hayes’s tees. I look around my room and notice Hayes is gone. I began to worry. See last night me and Hayes had sex for the first time. Me and Hayes were both virgins. We’ve been dating for close to a year so we figured that we trusted eachother and we were fully invested in one another.

I pick up my phone and see I have a text from Hayes.

Zans Dad 💘😍: hey baby, I went to help move everything into our new house with Nash and the Jacks. I love you and I’ll see you later. Let me know if you need anything. ❤️

I smile and sat up. I threw my legs over the edge of the bed and a pain shoots through my core. I stand up but fall straight to floor.

“Damn it” I whisper to myself. I use the bed to pull me up and I call Hayes.

H: hey y/n, what’s up?

M: first off, good morning baby. I missed you. Second, fuck you. I can’t walk because my legs are sore so thanks for that.

H: ha awe baby I’m sorry. I didn’t think I was that good. When I move these boxes to the new place I’ll come grab you okay?

M: no it’s fine. I’ll just drive there cause I’m hungry and I don’t know what I want.

H: alright. I’ll see you in a minute. Sorry bout your legs baby. Love you.

M: love you too asshole.

I hang up and go get dressed. I put on leggings and Hayes’s jackets over my favorite Calvin Klein sports bra. I grab the keys and head out.

I stop at subway and grab something for the boys too.

I get to the new house and look around. The boys must be in the back. The house came mostly furnished so there wasn’t too much to do.

I saw the boys by the pool out back and I set all the food down. The sliding glass door was open and I heard the boys joking.

“Nah man. She’s so hot and for a virgin she was amazing. I mean I don’t know a lot but it was amazing.” I hear Hayes say.

“Please stop TALKING. I don’t wanna hear about my baby brother having sex.” Nash says jumping into the pool.

The jacks laugh but keep talking to Hayes about me. I’ve had enough about reliving the night. I grab the food and Zan and Cub see me. They get excited and bark and run for me.

The boys whip there head around and see me. Hayes smiles widely and pulls me in his lap. We eat our food and I notice no ones talking. We’re all in a comfortable silence.

“Oh no, by all means. Continue your discussion on how bomb my pussy is. It’s fascinating and I’d love to hear the rest of your thoughts” I say joking and taking a sip of my drink. Everyone’s head snaps up and their eyes widen.

“Babe I-”

“Hayes, I don’t care, it’s okay. You think I didn’t call y/f/n and tell her all about your dick game? Cause I did.”

“Damn y/n you’re really chill. I need me a freak like that” Johnson says laughing and continuing to eat his food.

Nash is still mortified and G just watches with a grin.

Hayes is speechless so I roll my eyes and kiss him to close his mouth.

“I love you y/n.”

“I love you too. And you guys are WELCOME FOR THE FOOD” I say giggling. They all run up and hug me yelling thank you.

On February 23, 1945, (72 years ago today) on orders from Colonel Chandler Johnson — Sergeant Michael Strank, Corporal Harlon H. Block, Private First Class Franklin R. Sousley, Private First Class Harold Shultz and Private First Class Ira H. Hayes spent the morning after the first flag-raising laying a telephone wire to the top of Mt. Suribachi. Private First Class Rene A. Gagnon, the battalion runner for Easy Company, was dispatched to the company command post for fresh SCR-300 walkie-talkie batteries.

The five Marines reached the top of the mountain around noon, where Gagnon joined them, with an new, large 96-by-56–inch flag. AP photographer Joe Rosenthal, along with Marine photographers Bob Campbell and Bill Genaust were climbing Suribachi at this time. On the way up, the trio met Lowery, who photographed the first flag-raising. They considered turning around, but Lowery told them that the summit was an excellent vantage point from which to take photographs. Rosenthal’s trio reached the summit as the Marines were attaching the flag to an old Japanese water pipe. Realizing he was about to miss the action, Rosenthal quickly swung his camera up and snapped the photograph without using the viewfinder.

Ten years after the flag-raising, Rosenthal wrote: “Out of the corner of my eye, I had seen the men start the flag up. I swung my camera and shot the scene. That is how the picture was taken, and when you take a picture like that, you don’t come away saying you got a great shot. You don’t know.”

Rosenthal’s photograph would go on to win the 1945 Pulitzer Prize for Photography, and is the only photograph to win the prize in the same year it was taken and has gone on to become one of the most recognized photographs in history.

Hayes Grier Imagine (smut): Teach You a Lesson (requested by xpastelxskyex)

Great. This is just absolutely perfect. The one day of the year it’s all about you, your birthday, you get stuck in detention. And it’s all because of him.

Hayes. Fucking. Grier.

“Looks like it’s just the two of us,” Hayes smirks from across the room, leaning back in his chair.

“Delighted,” You snap back at him, your words soaked in sarcasm.

“Alright, settle down you two,” the teacher says with snark in her voice. “What the two of you did -”

“You mean what he did, and I had no part of but he lied about it,” You cut the teacher off. She sends you a death glare and takes a deep breath, continuing. You roll your eyes and cross your arms.

“Vandalizing the principals office should earn you more than just a couple of detentions in my opinion, but I don’t make the rules. So I am going to go to the teachers lounge, and I expect not to hear a word from either of you for the next two hours.”

With that, and not another word from either Hayes or yourself, Ms. Stewart leaves, the door closing behind her with a “click”, indicating she locked it.

“So…” Hayes speaks up after a couple minutes of awkward silence. “Since we’re stuck here together for the next couple of hours, I say we make the best of the situation.”

You snort, your attitude burning at your insides.

“I would prefer not to speak to you. After all, there’s nothing to speak about and I’m not getting any more detention than I already have. And may I remind you, it’s all thanks to you.”

“You’re very welcome, princess.”

“DON’T YOU DARE CALL ME THAT!” You yell, throwing your math notebook at Hayes’ head. He dodges it with ease and starts laughing.

“Throwing equations at me won’t solve your problem, princess.”

You snort again.

“God, you’re so annoying.”

Hayes gets up from his chair and crosses the room to you, pounding his hands on your desk and leaning closer to you. You smirk, knowing you have finally gotten to him.

“I’m going to teach you a lesson, princess.”

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion, your heart skipping a beat as Hayes begins to lean in even closer.

I’m not going to deny it. Hayes is the hottest guy in school. His breath mingles with yours as his face comes just centimeters away.

“Hayes…” You whisper, cut off by Hayes’ lips roughly moving against yours. You kiss back eagerly, your annoyance towards him fading away with every second.

“Get up. Now.”

You follow Hayes’ instructions and stand up, your arms immediately being pinned behind your back. Hayes pushes you over to the front of the teacher’s desk and bends you over it. He releases your hands and lifts up your skirt, his thumbs rubbing small circles on the inside of your thighs.

“Open wide, princess,” Hayes says sternly, and you don’t object. You can feel yourself getting wetter by the second, and by this time your heat is dripping with anticipation.

After what seems an eternity, Hayes slaps your ass, HARD. One, two, three, four, five times, for sure leaving your ass bright red. You bite into your hand to keep from yelling and moaning.

“That’ll teach you a lesson, now won’t it, princess?” Hayes asks, his hands massaging your ass cheeks.


“Yes, what?” He slaps you again.

“Yes, daddy,” You moan.

He admitted to that kink at a party a couple of months ago.

“Good, princess. Now be quiet, we don’t want to get caught.”

You nod as you feel Hayes removing your panties. His fingers quickly make their way to your heat, causing you to bite down on your hand again. Two of his fingers enter you, pumping in and out of you slowly and teasingly rubbing against your walls. You push your hips back into Hayes’ hand as the pleasure builds. You’re about to reach around for your clit when Hayes does the job for you, rubbing figure eights over it with his thumb, and inserting a third finger into you. You squeal as his fingers speed up, your orgasm quickly building in knots in your stomach.

“H-Hayes…” You moan quietly, earning yourself another slap on the ass.

“D-DADDY!” You nearly yelp. “Oh - oh god I’m so close. Daddy, I - I’m cumming!”

Your vision goes blurry as you hit your peak, your mouth hung open in pure euphoria. As you turn around to recover, you notice a wet spot on the desk and Hayes just staring at you with lust and disbelief in his eyes.


“Holy shit, princess. You just squirted and it was the hottest thing ever.”

His lips are quickly on yours again as he pushes you up to sit on the desk, your legs spread wide open and Hayes standing between them. You reach down and palm Hayes through his thin basketball shorts, his boner still growing.

“Enough with the foreplay,” Hayes practically growls, pulling a condom out of his pocket before releasing his erection and rolling the condom on.

“Make a sound and you’re getting punished.”

You nod as Hayes walks in closer to you. You grab onto his shoulders as he places his hands at your sides and thrusts into you slowly. You bite down on your lip, placing your head on Hayes’ shoulder.

“God, baby, you’re so tight,” Hayes groans in your ear, his thrusts speeding up. All you can do is nod in response and buck your hips up against his. Your orgasm is quickly building up again. Your grip on Hayes’ shoulder tightens.

“O-OH GOD RIGHT THERE!” You moan out and throw your head back as Hayes hits your g-spot. His hand flies over your mouth as your moans continue.

“I’m close, baby,” Hayes whispers, resting his forehead on your shoulder and sweat plastering his hair to his forehead.

You clench around Hayes as you’re thrown closer to the edge.

“Do that again, baby,” Hayes grunts, his breathing rapid. You follow his orders and clench, sending you both over the edge at the same time.

“Fuck,” Hayes whispers.

You calm down from your high as Hayes disposes of the condom and gets dressed. Once you pull your panties back up and skirt down, you clean up the mess left on the desk and walk over to Hayes, pressing your lips against his one more time.

“We should do that again, princess.”

You roll your eyes and laugh.

“I agree.”

You spend the rest of detention telling bad jokes and sharing embarrassing memories. Let’s just say that wasn’t the last time you had detention together.

*** I am so sorry for being an awful procrastinator and taking so long to write this. This is intended to be when Hayes is somewhat older, but tbh I don’t think it really matters. Please leave any requests in my ask box, and I hope you enjoyed! ***

Dating || Hayes Grier & The Beckham Family (Part One)


Could I have 2 imagines one where I’m a Beckham and I’m dating Hayes and I’m Romeo’s twin sister and Romeo, Brooklyn and Davind (my dad) are like really protective and stuff. And another one the other way round where I’m dating Brooklyn. Thanks

Here you go, sweetie. Part one of your imagines. The other one is coming soon 😘💋

Song to listen to while reading: Photograph - Ed Sheeran


 “Dad! I’m going out with Hayes tonight!” I yelled while I walked to the kitchen to grab a snack. I looked up when Brooklyn rushed into the kitchen.

“Where are you going tonight?” he asked.

I raised an eyebrow at him, chuckling. “I’m going on a date with Hayes, my boyfriend… Why?”

“I didn’t ask you with who,” groaned Brooklyn.

“Woah, calm your tits, Brook,” I mumbled, “and I don’t know where we’re going because he wanted to surprise me.”

“Oh,” he mumbled back, “okay, but please, be careful. And call me when you need me. Immediately.”

“Brooklyn,” I groaned.

“He’s just concerned about his little sister, honey,” mixed my dad himself in the conversation when he came walking into the kitchen.

“But he doesn’t have to,” I whined, “I’m big enough to take care of muself.”

“You’re sixteen!“ Brooklyn yelled annoyed. “Dad, I think she’s way too young to date.”

“Brooklyn!” I yelled back. “Dad, I’m barely two years younger than he is and he is eighteen now!”

“Well, you’re a bit youn… He’s kinda right, though,” mumbled my dad thoughtfully while he scratched the back of his neck.

“Dad!” I yelled again. “This is so unfair!”

“Hey, hey, hey, what’s all this screaming about?” Romeo and Cruz came running into the kitchen and looked at us questionable.

“Nothing, boys get out,” I groaned.

“Woah.” Romeo held up his both hands. “Is she… You know… Is it her time of the month? Do we have to buy chocolate again? How much? Same as always?” Brooklyn and my dad began to laugh as loud as they could.

“Guys, this isn’t funny!” I screamed, full of anger. “I’m going out with Hayes tonight, if you like it or not.”

The smile on my dad’s face disappeared and he looked at me annoyed. “Well, I’m still your father and if I say no, it stays no.”

I felt my cheeks turning red from anger and I slowly turned around at Brooklyn while my eyes seemed to breathe fire. Brooklyn’s eyes widened and he slowly stepped backwards.

“Hey, I’m sorry. I’m just concerned about you, okay,” he said softly, afraid of an outburst coming from me.

I rolled my eyes. “You don’t have to,” I snapped. “Now, go out of my way before I destroy you all.”

“Hey, don’t talk to you brothers like that,” my dad yelled while I rushed upstairs. I wasn’t planning on canceling my night out with Hayes. I’d prepare myself for the date, I’d be on my prettiest tonight and I’d prove my dad and Brooklyn wrong; I could take care of myself.




I carefully walked off the stairs, as quiet as possible. Of course, I wanted to prove my dad and Brooklyn wrong, but I preferred sneaking out of the house without being seen.

“(Y/N), where are you going?” A little voice made me look up and immediately the door to the living room flew open. Harper looked at me with sparkling eyes, still standing next to the stairs. “You’re so beautiful. I want to be just like you when I’m a big girl.” The girl looked at me proudly and a smile appeared on my face while I struck my hands over the white fabric of my dress.

“Yes, (Y/N), where are you going?” my mum asked me, surprised.

“Mum, I already told you,” I smiled slightly, “I’m having a date with Hayes tonight.”

My mum smiled at me. “Oh, that’s right. I totally forgot, I’m sorry. You look beautiful, sweetie.”

“Thank you, mum. Have you seen my denim jacket?”

“On the coat stand.”

I saw Brooklyn peek around the corner of door and smiled. “Brooklyn, I can see you peek.”

Brooklyn appeared in the doorway, his hands the pockets of his sweatpants while he looked affirmatively at me. “You look beautiful, (Y/N). Dress is not too short, not transparent. Floats, no high heels, hair in a messy bun, not too much make-up. Dad!”

I chuckled and walked over to the coat stand to grab my denim jacket.

“What, Brooklyn. You woke up Cruz.” My father came in the hall and smiled when he saw me. “Darling, you’re so beautiful,” he smiled. “And I’m so sorry for how I acted before. But I’m your dad, I’m just worried.”

“I know. And there’s nothing to be worried about, daddy,” I smiled back, “I’ll always be you’re little princess.”

“Hey!” Harper protested. “And me? What am I if she is the princess?”

I chuckled. “You? You are the queen, baby.” I lifted Harper up and walked with her on my arm to the door to open it when the bell rang. I put Harper back down and struck my hands over my dress once again.

“Hello, Hayes,” my dad smirked from behind me and I closed my eyes for a moment.

“H-hello, Mr Beckham,” Hayes stuttered. “I-I’m here to pick up your beautiful daughter.”

Brooklyn laughed out loud and I gave him a death stare. “Hayes, don’t be so anxious. He doesn’t bite, mate,” chuckled Brooklyn.

Hayes smiled. “You’re beautiful. Always.”

“Thank you,” I smiled back.

“Ready to go?”

I nodded. Hayes took my hand and we walked away.

“Wait,” I said before we entered the exit of our huge front yard. I ran back to the front door and gave my father a big hug and a kiss on his cheek. “Thanks, dad, for letting me go,” I whispered in his ear.

“I’m not letting you go, darling. But I trust Hayes, I know he’s a good boy for you.” My father pressed a kiss on my hair and let go of me.

“Thank you, daddy.”


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Hunting for Hayes (PT 2)

The two agents entered the arena, Tony with a hand on his gun while Stella fiddled with her hands. A guard had told them the singer should be in his dressing room, preparing for rehearsal. The pair came to a stop in front of a weirdly placed room, the door displaying a paper sign with H. Hayes printed on it. Stella knocked softly, the door soon being opened a blonde man.

“Mr. Hayes?” Stella asked, watching as a smirk appeared on the man’s face.

“That would be me.” He smiled. “What can I do for you?”

“I need to talk to you.” She said, flashing him her badge.

“Sam?” The man asked, turning towards his friend who was strumming a guitar on the couch. “Did you get me a stripper?”

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