As soon as he realizes it’s you taking a shower and not one of the boys he would become extremely embarrassed and start apologizing while quickly walking out of the bathroom and closing the door behind him. Later, when you come out of the bathroom he would keep apologizing again and again until you finally have to tell him that it’s okay and he should stop.
“I am so sorry Y/N! I swear it wasn’t intentional!”
You just finished washing your hair when you heard someone walking into the bathroom. You instinctively try to cover yourself as best as you can with the shower curtain and look towards thee door where Yoongi was standing, frozen, staring at you. He looked flustered at first, a slight shade of pink showing on his cheeks, but his expression was immediately replaced by a smirk.
“Hey Y/N!” he raised an eyebrow, “Do you need some help?”
Hoseok stormed into the bathroom completely oblivious to the fact that you were taking a shower. But as soon as he noticed your naked figure in the shower surrounded by steam he couldn’t help but stare and bite his lip. It took him a few minutes to realize that he was staring and give you an awkward wave and a smile before quickly exiting the bathroom while giggling to himself.
“Oh hi Y/N!” he laughed nervously before turning around. “Sorry…”
When Namjoon walks in and sees you taking a shower he would try to walk out quietly trying to make the situation less embarrassing for both of you, but fail miserably. He would probably trip over something and fall making you aware of his presence. He would stand up and walk out as fast as he can mumbling a quick apology on his way out.
“I’m so sorry!”
You were just done washing away the soapy foam from your body when from the corner of your eye you noticed Jimin leaning against the bathroom door, smirking. As soon as he noticed you looking back at him his smirk was replaced with a shy, awkward smile and he started making excuses before slowly walking out of the bathroom while smiling to himself.
“Oh, I was just…..looking for…..my hairbrush…”
Tae would mumble a quiet “S-sorry.” when he sees you taking a shower and would turn around to walk out but he would linger at the doorway for a moment taking one last look at you before walking out. When he walks out he would turn into a smiling mess, biting his lip at the thought of what he had just witnessed.
Jungook would be shook. He would have so many emotions and thoughts going through his head he wouldn’t know exactly how to react so he would just walk out with a shocked expression on his face and probably apologize to you after you get out of the shower.
So the idea for this came from one of @freifraufischer‘s herd of anons, and then @sometimesangryblackwoman gave some prodding to get it written. Anyway, post-ep in which Henry sends the other Regina a care package of things from the modern world, and makes the mistake of soliciting suggestions.
A couple weeks after sending the Evil Queen off to a fresh start and a chance at some happiness, Henry writes her a note. It’s mostly to tell her they’re all okay, that they’ve survived the latest peril which has so marked his adolescence. She’d want to know, he thinks. He tacks on a post-script about his grades, fully aware that she won’t be pleased about that, but hey, there was an epic battle going on and a few nights where he was out late saving the world instead of studying algebra. Surely she can forgive him that.
It’s a one-way form of communication, but it’s the least of what he owes her. Every once in a while, he pens another note, telling her about the situation with Violet and how the horses are doing and everything he thinks she might want to know. It’s not enough, but it’s what he can do.
He’s taken little Neal to the park to give Snow and David some time to themselves and is thinking of what to say to his other other mom when he hears what the mothers in the park are saying. Princess Aurora is laughing about one of the first times she used the internet for shopping. “I couldn’t believe it. You just tell it what you want and it arrives! Better than magic, if you ask me.”
“It still comes with a price!” Ashley says, and the women all laugh.
It gives Henry an idea.
The family is having Thanksgiving at the Mills house. It’s the one holiday they all really embraced after the curse was broken—Mom loves to cook, Snow loves to decorate, and Emma loves to eat, so it’s perfect for their quirky little family. The night before, Henry informed them all that he could use his abilities to send things, modern conveniences she might miss, to the other Regina, so if they had any suggestions he was certainly open to them.
The table was stunned for a minute, but soon they were coming up with all kinds of ideas. Before long it devolved into a conversation of the old days in the Enchanted Forest, and sometimes about the things they missed during the year when Henry and Emma were in New York. But on Thanksgiving itself, Emma calls him aside. “Hey, kid, you haven’t made up your magical care package yet, have you?” she asks.
He shakes his head. “No, I wanted to see if there were any more ideas.”
“Right. So this might be a little embarrassing, but trust me, it’s necessary.”
She hands him a slip of paper and walks away. On the note are two items.
For half a minute Henry wants the earth to swallow him.
He shoves the embarrassment as far back as he can and tries to be sensible. Emma’s right, probably—okay, definitely, since he has no idea what this is like and she does. But ugh, he wishes the pen would let other people write down their seriously personal suggestions instead of him having to do this.
Half an hour later, Snow calls him away from football with the guys to the dining room, where she’s putting the finishing touches on the table. “Wow, Grandma,” he says, “it looks great.”
“You think so?” Snow replies. “I keep thinking the flowers are too tall, but I guess not everyone’s as short as me. You’re not even as short as me anymore.”
He grins by way of apology. “So what do you need help with?”
“Oh, I was actually going to give you another idea for the other Regina. I don’t want to embarrass you, but…”
The words aren’t even out of her mouth yet and Emma’s note may literally be burning a hole in his pocket. Why isn’t there ever a sinkhole when he really needs one?
He stammers his thanks and hopes he isn’t blushing.
Dinner is great, even if he can’t quite look a couple of the women in the eye. He stuffs himself on mock-apple pie (Mom’s idea of a joke), and when Mom gets up to wash the dishes, he follows her to help. The others try to protest that she shouldn’t be cleaning up when she did most of the cooking, but she waves them off, knowing she likes things done a certain way.
Henry knows her system, though, so he can help. The others clear the table and let mother and son get to work. As she washes and he dries the china, she says, “There’s something very important you need to add to your list for… the other me.”
“Ugh,” he says. “I know, Mom. Emma and Snow both talked to me about this, okay? I know. Chocolate and… the other thing.”
Mom looks at him with this expression, torn between laughter and incredulity. “The other thing? Come on, Henry, the word won’t hurt you.”
The ground beneath him betrays him yet again, refusing to open and put him out of his misery. “Chocolate and tampons,” he mumbles.
With a soapy hand, Mom pats his cheek. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
Seriously, he’s going to crawl into a cabinet and live the rest of his life in there as a hermit.
“Have you got a piece of paper?” she asks.
“Good. I want you to write this down.”
“Mom, Emma already gave me a note with this, so it’s not like I’m going to forget.”
“No, I want you to write down the actual brand. These things are not to be left to chance.”
Mortified, he obeys.
In that other place, Regina is between encounters with the angry young king—she’ll bring him around yet, she knows—when she gets a box from her son. It’s thoughtful and kind and makes her heart so full she thinks it must burst. But in the bottom there’s another box, wrapped in brown paper. Henry has scrawled a note on it. They said you needed this.
She laughs so hard when she opens it that she literally falls out of her chair.
My poor little prince, she thinks. You must have wished the earth would swallow you whole.
Instead of going back to Spencer’s like you normally would, for once you went back to yours.
You didn’t have any clothes or toiletries at Reid’s, you hadn’t wanted to make things weird by leaving the odd thing at his so you always made sure you packed everything back up.
Spencer had been inside your apartment a few times before, but never inside your bedroom. You led him in there almost straight away, him looking around and taking in the room.
“So this is where you sleep… ” he commented.
You giggled, replying, “Generally.”
“And where other stuff happens?”
He sat down on your bed, kicking his shoes off.
“I’ll be right back okay. I’m just gonna go…. Erm, clean up again quickly. Do you want a drink or anything.”
“Just some water. Where have you put the things I bought you?”
“Top drawer, bedside cabinet.” You left the room as he moved to the drawer, you wondering what exactly he was planning.
Heading into your bathroom, you stripped your panties off and discarded them into the laundry hamper, filling the sink with warm soapy water. You couldn’t be bothered to shower again so you just ran a flannel between your legs, making sure to remove the last of the residue from earlier, feeling cleaner.
Leaving off your underwear, you pulled your dress back down and went back to your bedroom, grabbing two bottles of water as you went.
Spencer had lit the candles that you kept in the room and had turned off the over head light. The room was still light enough to be able to still clearly see, and you spotted him sitting on your bed, at the bottom end, leaning against the foot board. In front of him were two objects.
Placing the water bottles on the bedside table, you turned.
“No,“ you told him, seeing the purple silicone object on your bedspread.
“Yes. I have strikes to cash in from before remember. I’m cashing them.”
He leant over slightly so that he could touch you, trailing his hand up your leg. “I have to say Snow, I like these sock like stocking things you’re wearing. You can leave them on. But the dress needs to come off.”
“The dress can come off. But I’m not doing it. If you want me to use it so badly, then you use it on me.”
He pulled at the hem of your dress, signalling for you to remove it. You did, remaining in just your bra, choker and socks.
“I will be, in a way. I’ll be telling you what to do. Now climb onto the bed and lie down.”
“Y/N, call it if you really don’t want to. I’m not going to force you to do anything you don’t want to, I’d hope that you know that by now.”
You did, he was right. If you truly didn’t want to do this, you could tell him. It wasn’t like you didn’t get yourself off regularly anyway, you just always stuck to the outside. You guessed you could at least give it a try.
You crawled on the bed, discarding your bra as you went and lay down.
Spencer positioned himself so that he was lying across the foot of the bed, his head propped up on his hands. He had a very clear view.
“So we can’t just go straight in with it, we need to get you ready. I want you to start running your hands over your body, feeling yourself, touching yourself.” His voice was low and persuasive, sexy and soft but with a hint of assertiveness.
Letting your hands trail over your torso, you followed his instructions; tickling and teasing your skin with your fingertips, carresing the tops of your thighs, massaging your chest.
“Wet a finger and use it on your nipple, Y/N.”
Again you did as he asked, sucking a finger into your lips and swirling your tongue around it, before bringing your hand to your breast and using your slick finger to circle a nipple, teasing it, the sensation going straight to your core. You flicked lightly, then using your thumb and forefinger to tug and pinch, your lips parting.
“Let your other hand do what ever feels right now, Y/N.”
Okay so that wasn’t a very specific instruction so you did what you’d normally do. You let the other hand move to your groin, letting your hand dip between your thighs, spreading them. You flicked your eyes to Spencer, seeing him watching intently as you ran your hand over your centre, finding your clit and starting to circle it slowly, your other hand still on your breast.
He allowed you to work for a few minutes, gasps leaving your throat every so often.
“Feel inside yourself Snow, just allow one finger to slip in, feel how wet you are.”
Not thinking too much about what you were doing, you allowed your finger to drag down the centre of your lips, finding the opening and gently pushing inside yourself, only met with a small amount of resistance as you curled you wrist to allow for a better angle, feeling how wet you were.
“Think you can fit another one in there?”
You did as he asked, groaning a little as you wriggled two fingers inside yourself, the silky fluid of your arousal coating them as you spread your legs wider, feeling for that dimpled patched of flesh along your inner wall.
You moaned as your fingers pressed against it, gently pumping them, curling them on it and then retracting slightly, repeating the motion. Spencer moved on the bed, and you heard a soft squirting noise and the felt his hand on your wrist, pulling you away from yourself.
Stopping with both hands, you awaited his next instructions. He handed you the purple silicone sex toy, it slick with lubricant.
“Just run it around the outside to begin with Snow, drag it over your clit, your opening. Get used to it.” His voice was still low, almost a whisper.
You moved the toy over your outer lips, rubbing it over your sensitive nerve. You could feel the silicone give slightly when pressure was applied, but not much. For the most part it was robust.
“When you’re ready push the tip inside. You don’t have to go far. The majority of the sensitive nerve endings are in the first third of your vagina.”
Closing your eyes, you placed the toy against your entry and pushed gently.
This was much bigger than the two of your fingers together. It didn’t have the same feeling as when you were penetrated with an actual penis, it was different. Not bad different, just…. different.
“When you’re comfortable starting moving it. Just little thrusts, you can rock it back and forth rather than in and out, whatever feels best.” His voice was starting to crack and croak. He was turned on, you could recognise it, his breathing becoming heavier as he watched you.
Knowing you were arousing him gave you encouragement and you gripped the toy tightly, adjusting the angle slightly and moving it in and out.
“Fuck Snow. I’m rock hard watching you do this. This will be replayed in my brain for a long time.”
Opening your eyes you glanced to the end of the bed, seeing he was palming himself over his pants. Christ, that was hot.
You moaned at the visual, his hand stroking up and down over.
“You’re watching me Spencer… Oh…. Ugh…. Let me watch you. Please.” You thrust the toy a little deeper, it hitting against your g-spot.
“I give the instructions here Snow. But seeing as you asked so nicely….”
He unzipped his pants and pushed them and his briefs off and on to the floor, discarding his mismatched socks as he went. Removing his shirt so that he was completely nude, he resumed his position; placing his hand to his groin and gripping his length, he began to slowly stroke.
You pumped the toy harder, the tip moving against the sensitive flesh inside you, your breathing quickening. The toy was now covered with your own juices as well as the lubricant.
“Use your other hand Snow, play with your clit.”
Oh god… If you started with your clit again you’d be coming in no time, especially hearing the groans coming from Spencer as he watched you intently, his teeth grazing his lip as his pumped his cock.
You added in your other hand, rubbing against your throbbing nerve endings, daring to go that little bit deeper with the toy. Your hips lifted off the bed as light-headedness started to overtake you, the telltale tremble in your legs settling in.
Moving the object faster, back and forth, in and out, your fingertips working frantically on your clit, you started to come, moaning out Spencer’s name and stars bursting inside your head.
You finished loudly and quickly, feeling quick movement from the foot of the bed, a hand grasping your wrists and pulling the toy from you.
“I need to be inside you.” Reid gave his explanation, adjusting himself between your thighs, pulling your socked legs up and over his shoulders as he pushed himself into your slit, filling you with an altogether different sensation.
Leaning forward onto his hands, he began his thrusts, the position you were in allowing him deep inside.
The orgasm you’d just finished reignited and your gasps and whines started back up again as you dragged your hands down his back.
No longer than sixty seconds and you were coming again, without any clitoral stimulation this time, the feeling different but still euphoric. The feeling of your walls tightening and clenching around him had Spencer coming moments later, lowering your legs and crashing on top of you when he done.
You lay there together panting, trying to catch your breaths.
“That was one of the most sexiest and beautiful things I’ve watched, Y/N. That is definitely happening again tonight. And yes, that is a command.”
“ ‘kay…. Break first. Dying here…. ”
He chuckled at you, planting a kiss on your breast and rolling off.
Despite the sun only recently rising, John and I have been awake for hours. A grizzly baby, a sick dog and six other children who never miss an opportunity to be out of bed means that our house has dissolved in chaos.
“Want me to have Dotty?” John asks, glancing at me from the floor as I cradle Dotty to my chest.
Name: Captain’s orders, Doctor. Also, I want you alive. Pairing: Bones x Reader Summary: Bones accidentally got a very severe fever that is not serious, but is too sick to perform his duties, so Kirk ‘asks’ the reader to take care of him and stay with the doctor in case he needs anything. Author’s Note: yes, too much of McCoy. Yes, I do have other requests. Yes, it’s because he possesses my soul right now, and I need some of his sarcasm in my life.
“Doctor McCoy? Doctor?” you walk in McCoy’s cabin, holding a big bag with medicine on your shoulder. “Excuse me?”
“What do you need?” he asks grumpily, and you notice McCoy, standing next to the wall, almost laying on it, his eyes almost closed, his uniform dirty and creased.
“Wow… You look bad,” he sighs and rolls his eyes.
“What do you, ensign?”
“I am here to take care of you.”
“I am a doctor, I can take care…” he starts coughing, pressing both hands against his chest, as if it was breaking apart.
“No, you can’t!” you approach him and gently put your hand on his shoulder, pushing him towards the bed. “Come on, let’s get you to bed, doctor,” you help him take the uniform off and throw it in the laundry corner, pretty sure that McCoy should get some sleep before you get to torture him. McCoy sighs and leans back, closing his eyes and breathing very rapidly. You sit down by his side and put a hand on his forehead, trying to make sure he will survive without taking out any medical instruments (which you know will be the reason for him to kill you). “Dear lord, you are burning!”
“Well, heal me,” McCoy murmurs, and you roll your eyes, standing up and looking at his cabin. Being the doctor of the Enterprise, McCoy got a rather big cabin, with a big couch (which you intend on using until he feels well) and a good bathtub (which you are going to use to sweat the hell out of this stubborn man). “Jealous of the cabin?”
“God forbid!” you wave your hand at him. “Just expecting the joy of bringing you back on two feet!” he moans, rolling on the bed.
“How are you feeling, doctor?”
“Alive, if that’s all that interests you,” you grin and help him up, leading him towards the bathtub. “What are you doing now, you crazy human?”
“Well, as you are not willing to sleep, I have to make sure that you at least get clean and can sleep in a clean place. You take a hot bath, and I will set the room to get clean,” you enter the command in the computer and get to the bathtub, honestly not looking at Bones until the water reached the level enough for you to act appropriately, as he obediently drops the ‘soapy water’ ball in the tub, and it dissolved in the foam all over the tub. “Thank you.”
“I am not cruel enough to embarrass a girl, crewman,” Bones mumbles, and you grin, putting a towel under a stream of hot water and leaving it on McCoy’s forehead. He smiles weakly and closes his eyes, his breath slowly calming down. You sigh with relief with sit down, feeling both safe and weirdly uncomfortable next to McCoy. “Why are you still here, ensign?”
“Captain’s orders, Doctor. Also, I want you alive,” you answer quietly, feeling like the towel on his forehead and eyes allows for you to actually look at the neck and shoulders, without being terrified of the thought of being seen. There is a blood vessel, slowly counting his heartbeat right next to the trachea, and you can see his beard has started growing back again. You feel relieved that he does not have that overly muscular body of a soldier, but a simple, fit, and more gentle one.
“I can feel that you are looking at my neck and shoulders, ensign, I am quite aware of what you would expect Star fleet officers to look like,” you hear McCoy and, as you look back at his face, you notice that he is grinning. “Disappointed?”
“Quite the opposite,” you murmur, doing your best not to blush. McCoy laughs and slowly gets deeper in the soapy water, so you have to keep your eyes on his face. And quite possibly the still visible part of the neck. “Sorry.”
“No, that’s alright. Quite possibly, I won’t remember anything from today, so do go on… Feel free to yell at me for all the things I said wrong,” you shake your head and lean forward, using a weirdly shaped sponge to wash the back of his neck. As captain said, Bones got stuck in some weird muddy substance that fully absorbed him (which was why you were doing your best washing his hair), and then just spat him out, as if he didn’t fit its taste.
“How did you even manage to get in this… substance?” you ask him quietly, holding McCoy’s head up, so that you can wash the back of his head.
“Oh, Jim told you?” you nod, so he continues, even though Bones can’t see you. “Well, we were talking. And then I realized that I am not walking, and phasers do not do much good with that thing.”
“What about side effects?”
“Oh, I am being painfully honest today. I told Spock I appreciated him being next to Jim to stop him from doing shit,” McCoy sighs. “I wish I didn’t.”
“Because now this green-blooded goblin will think that I approve of him being the goblin!” you laugh and carefully run your fingers through his wet hair, making sure it’s totally clean.
“I am sure he understands that you didn’t mean to say it,” McCoy moans and splashes some water at you, so you gasp and stare at him, totally offended.
“Oh, you had it coming!” he mumbles, not even trying to pretend to be sorry, so you just fill your hands with water and pour all of it on his face.
“So did you,” you smile innocently, as McCoy starts snorting and spitting, looking like a very hurt five year old.
“I am a doctor!”
“You are an idiot right now,” you answer simply, standing up and taking the huge towel. “Do you need help with getting up or will you make it to the bed on your own?”
“On my own, thank you very much! I am still a man, and I shall act like one,” you nod, trying not to laugh and head out of the bathroom, expecting the following few days to be just as hard.
John parked outside the apartment, sitting in the car and staring into space for a long while. It had been a long day and he was tired, sore, and not ready to deal with anyone yet. Not even his sister Mary.
Anon: “Hi I really like your imagines, your writing is amazing. Do you think you could please make a Sam and Nate threesome imagines. If that’s okay.”
“That’s too bad.”
“I know, but Madi is so sick and her studio time starts in a week, so it seems dumb of her to travel right now,” Gilinsky says regretfully.
“I completely understand. Let me know when she feels better and we can grab dinner or something. Feel free to call me if you need any advice” I’m a nurse so the guys are always asking me for medical advice and sending me pictures of weird zits and rashes they have.
“Alright. Thanks so much, Y/N. This works out a little because I can pickup Johnson and Swazz when they get back from Omaha tomorrow night. We were really looking forward to the weekend though.”
“Well it will just be me and the buffoons.” I laugh.
“True. Call me if you need any advice” he laughs with me.
“I should go pick them up and get on the road. Talk to you later.”
“Bye Y/N” we hang up.
I throw my duffle into the back of my jeep and drive over to Nate’s where I’m supposed to pick up him and Sammy. With Madison and Jack home because of her flu, this weekend has quickly taken a turn for the interesting. The five of us were supposed to go up to my family’s cabin at Big Bear Mountain for the weekend, but now it’s just me and my two best guy friends, Sam and Nate. I take a deep breath and drive to Nate’s. I honk in the driveway and they come bounding out the door.
“Y/N!” Sammy smiles and comes up to the window. “It’s gonna be littyyy in ski cityyy” he says and throws his stuff in the back.
“Shotty.” Nate calls from the trunk and Sammy grumbles, climbing into the backseat.
“I have some news,” I say as Nate gets in next to me.
“Yeah?” He says, hooking up the aux chord to his phone.
“Madi and Gilinsky aren’t coming. She’s really sick and Jack wants to stay with her and take care of her.”
“Boy is whipped” Sammy says under his breath and I hit him on the arm.
“I figured we could still go up to the cabin if you guys wanted, even though it would just be the three of us”
“Sounds good to me!” Nate says and starts a song. I nod and pull out of the driveway.
“Hey Y/N? Where’s the first aid kit?” I hear Sam call from downstairs. I am making up the beds in my room and the guest rooms while the boys were supposed to be making us dinner.
“What?” I rush down the stairs and almost burst out laughing. Sammy is curled up in almost a ball on the edge of the counter and Nate is icing his finger. They look so guilty it’s hilarious.
“We decided to play a game of darts before dinner and Sammy wanted to play defense” Nate chuckles and I shake my head. I get the band aids from the linen closet and clean up his cut, kissing his finger when I’m done as a joke.
“All better?” I tease and Sammy nods. “Why don’t I do all the chopping for dinner.” I smirk and start cutting up tomatoes for the homemade spaghetti sauce.
A half hour later I’m at the stove stirring the sauce. Sam is upstairs taking a nap and Nate went to take a shower. I always end up cooking by myself. I start to daydream about Nate in the shower. I don’t know what it is, but the past couple months, I have been unbelievably attracted to him. I start thinking about his taught, soapy body, and tattoos. I am so out of it that I don’t hear him come up behind me until I smell soap, musky aftershave, and a hint of weed. “Nate!” I almost jump, feeling the warmth off of his freshly cleaned body.
“How’s the sauce coming?” He peaks over my shoulder, putting his hands on my waist to be able to lean in further.
“Good, I think.” I say, my breath shallow.
He is right up against me as he leans even more and sticks his pinky in the red sauce, then tastes it. “Yum” he says, smiling at me. “I was going to open a bottle of wine, do you want some?”
I nod, “I think there’s a really nice red and a bottle of Dom in the back of the coat closet. My parents always buy expensive stuff and never drink it”
“Ooh!” He laughs and goes searching. By the time he gets back with glasses, Sammy has come back downstairs and the pasta is ready.
“Don’t throw it in the fire!” I’m hopping up and down in front of the fire place. Nate and Sammy got one of my bras from upstairs and are playing catch with it. I grab the lacy, expensive treasure out of Nate’s hands and hide it from them. I come back to the living room and pour myself another glass of wine. We’re about halfway through both bottles.
“I have a question” Sammy says, flopping down on the couch.
“For me?” I say as Nate sits down on the other side of me. Sam nods.
“Which one of us?”
“Which one of you, what?”
“You know what I’m saying.”
I shake my head and Sam flashes me his bright white smile.
“Which one of us? I know you’ve thought about it.”
I look over at Nate for a second and his deep eyes meet mine. I wonder if he can see right through me.
“I think it’s a tie. I couldn’t pick.”
Sam looks at Nate. “So you want us both then?”
“You kinky girl!”
“That is not what I meant!”
“Sounded like it to me,” Sam smirks. I look over at Nate. He shrugs and nods.
“Whatever, you guys are dumb. I think I’m going to go to bed.” I yawn and stretch. I head upstairs and wash my face, brush my teeth and change into my pajamas, but now that Sammy put that image in my head, it won’t leave my brain. The two of them, pressed up against me.
No that’s ridiculous. You’ve just had too much red wine. You’re buzzed and should sleep. They’re idiots.
I am reading in my bed when there’s a knock on my door. Still thinking about Nate and Sam now and again, I am quite aroused and my nipples give it away through my camisole. I forget all of this when I open the door and find Nate there. “We were looking for extra toothpaste”. Nate says softly and I catch his focus going towards my nipples.
I blush. “Uh it’s chilly in here. That’s why my nipples are hard. I wasn’t thinking about.. wait never-mind. Please forget I was talking about your nipples… no! I mean my nipples.” I am so embarrassed I turn away from the door. Nate is laughing.
“Wait a second. Did what Sammy said before get to you?” I feel his warm body behind me again. He puts his hands on my shoulders. “I know the real answer to the question though.”
I stop dead in my tracks. He comes even closer and puts his hands on my waist for the second time that night. “You would pick me.” he whispers and I feel the heat from his tongue in my ear. His smell is overwhelming as if taking up the whole room.
“Uh” I can barely speak and before I know it he is pressing his thick lips onto the space just beneath my right earlobe. I can’t help but sigh and lean back into him. His whole body is rock solid and the scent is even stronger. His fingers start teasing the edge of my shirt as he works his way down my neck. I am about to completely give in to him when I hear another knock at the door.
“Uh Come in” I eke out breathlessly.
“Have you seen-Nate?” Sammy looks at him and then at me, still flustered. “I thought you were going to ask for toothpaste,” he says looking at Nate.
“I got a little distracted” Nate says and looks over at me. I definitely still look red and turned on. Sam narrows his eyes.
“Was he feeling you up?” Sam says, coming closer to me. He smells more like ocean salt, alcohol, and fresh laundry. I feel his slightly smaller frame up against mine. “Was he” he leans in and kisses the left side of my neck in the same places Nate did. “Kissing you neck?” his hands roam down to my waist. “Grabbing your waist?” I nod almost subconsciously and quickly realize what is happening and how turned on I am.
“You should both go. Now. There’s toothpaste in the top drawer of my bathroom. You’re welcome to it.” They sigh and leave, shutting the door behind them.
An hour later, I am lying in bed, unable to sleep. I keep replaying the image of both of them taking me over and over again, getting a little more turned on every time. When, ten minutes later, I hear shuffling in the hall and see the light flick on, I tell myself, fuck it, and strip down to just a thin lacy bralette and thong. I quietly pad down the hall until I find myself in front of their shared bedroom. I think for a second before knocking on the door.
Yeah I want this so bad
I knock once, but I think they were already up because it’s enough for them to open the door, finding me leaning against the door frame in my white lacy underwear.
“Holy fuck” Nate says, standing there in his boxers. “Sam” he calls over his shoulder. Sammy’s face appears in the darkness.
“Wow.” He says breathlessly.
“You win.” I say and raise my eyebrow, stepping into their bedroom.
“Oh hell yes” Sammy says and without waiting a second, Nate’s lips are on mine, my whole body tingling. I feel Sammy’s bare chest behind me. Before tonight I never knew I wanted both of them at once, but now it’s the only thing on my mind.
Sammy’s hands start roaming down my hips and onto my thighs. Nate pulls away from my lips and starts kissing the tops of my boobs before popping them out of the bralette. He takes a nipple in his mouth and massages the other breast while Sammy feels up my ass.
Sam’s hands roam back to the front and he teases the edge of my thong. “Take it off.” I say breathlessly to him, feeling something stiff emerging against my back. I lean into Nate when he brings his kisses back to my lips and feel his emerging boner as well. He grips my thighs and we move over onto Nate’s bed.
The boys switch positions so I sit in Nate’s lap, his mouth on my neck and hands around my tits, while Sam begins to tease at my folds with his fingers. Before I know it, he is pushing in and out of me with two of his fingers as Nate moans in my ear, his cock fully hard beneath me. “Fuck” I say breathlessly and Nate slides a hand down to focus on flicking at and rubbing my clit while Sammy fingers me. I’m writhing from their pleasure and can barely keep my mouth shut, breathing heavy. I start grinding on Nate’s lap and just when I think I can get any more, I feel Sam’s hot passionate breath between my legs.
He’s licking me. His tongue is getting in every inch of me. I begin to shake, Nate’s arm around my waist holding me steady, hips lips on my collarbone. Sam clutches my thighs between his arms as he goes to town. I reach an earthquake of a climax, expletives flying out of my mouth.
Now it’s their turn for fun. Nate sits on the edge of the bed and I climb into his lap again. Sammy stands in front of me. First I stroke both of their rock hard cocks for a few seconds while I come down from my first high. They are both pulsing and hot in my hands, heavy breaths floating above us. When I’m ready, I position Nate at my already wet tight entrance. He slides into me slowly, taking my tits in his huge rough hands. Sammy keeps eye contact with me while his best friend stretches into me. Soon I am bouncing at a nice slow pace, Nate’s hot breathing in my ear.
Sammy steps forward and I take his stiff cock slowly into my mouth, keeping the same rhythm as Nate’s fucking. I look up at Sammy and I can tell they are both ready to burst. That is when Nate slaps my ass and starts to speed up. I have already orgasmed tonight but I am already almost at my climax again, moaning into Sam’s dick and out into the night. I hear my ass slap against Nate’s thighs and this drives Sam wild. He grabs the back of my head and begins fucking my throat, wet and sloppy. I feel him twitch in my mouth and pull away long enough to beg for his cum in my throat. Then, I take all of him right back in my mouth, running my tongue along his length. He shoots a huge, hot load down my throat and then pulls out of my mouth, watching me swallow all of it. I pull him in for a kiss so he can taste himself. He lays back on his bed and watches Nate slide in and out of me.
“Come on. I’m almost there.” Finally Nate is in me. I have been wanting this for months. He is huge and so hard inside of me. I feel him begin to twitch with every pulse. He moans in my ear and speeds up even more. He bends me over to take me from behind, speeding up one last time so that nothing but the sound of our flesh fills the room. I feel my whole body start to twitch just as I get the feeling that he is ready to cum. “i want your load.” I pause and turn back to look at him He grabs my tits hard and thrusts into me twice more before he sends me over the top and we reach our highs together. I let out a long moan and a heavy sigh.
“Well that wouldn’t have happened if Madison wasn’t sick” Sammy says and we all laugh.
“Round two tomorrow night” I whisper to Nate as I lay on his chest and his eyes go wide.
A/N: Another request from @psicostyles because she has the fluffiest ideas. There are two songs mentioned in this piece: 1) Hooked on a Feeling by Blue Swede and Strangers in the Night by Frank Sinatra.
Warning: fluff, nightmare/loss scenario, insinuated sexy times but nothing explicit
It started that morning. You woke up to sunlight breaking through the blinds. Blinking the sleep from your eyes, the first thing you notice is Harry wrapped around you. Arms wrapped snug around your chest, his face pressed to your neck and legs tangled with yours. You were sweaty, the blanket thrown off you in the night. Your sweaty hair matted to your forehead. Your prised one arm from his grasp and carded it through his hair.
He stirred so you decided to whisper, “H, I’m stifling. You gotta get up.” He whined but released you reluctantly, pressing a kiss to your shoulder as you departed for the bathroom.
You turned on the shower and entered the warm water stream. A knock followed by a “can I join you, love?” signaled Harry’s entrance. “Sure but it’s gotta be quick. We still have to make Cierra’s cake, yeah?”
Hi, guys! Meet my newly-washed 12cm ball of fluff, Nimbus! ♡ I bought him from an online plush store. When I had received him, though, I noticed that he looked a bit grimy, especially his muzzle. I hesitated washing him since I have read a lot about clumping and piling of alpacasso fur after either handwashing or machine-washing, yet I still gave it a go. To this day, I have been washing my ‘pacas with absolutely no problem. ♡
Behold! Here is how I manage to bathe my lil ones squeaky-clean while still maintaing the orginal texture and shine, just like brand-new! ♡
YOU WILL NEED:
Johnson’s & Johnson’s baby shampoo
a clean towel/washcloth
Fill your laundry basin with water just enough to submerge half of your ‘paca lying on its side. (Avoid using heat! I use cold tap water.)
Add a couple of drops of J&J Baby Shampoo into the water and mix/dilute it with your hands. Once the water starts to bubble, it’s good to go. (Avoid using too much of the shampoo, as it will be harder to wash off. It might also damage the texture.)
Carefully submerge your ‘paca into its bubble bath.Press on its body GENTLY with your hands in a CPR motion. You will begin to see the grime in the water. (Avoid squeezing it as it might lose its shape.)
Use your finger to clean its eyes and muzzle. This section is very delicate, so gently run a soapy finger along the muzzle and eyes to remove any dirt. (Unless absolutely necessary, try not to squeeze the muzzle.)
After cleaning it thoroughly, discard the murky water and fill it up again with clean water of similar amount. Submerge your ‘paca into the clean water and wash off the soap using the CPR motion with your hands. Once the water begins to bubble, drain and change the water again. Repeat this process until the water remains clear. (Again, do not squeeze the soap out of it! It will lose its shape.)
Take it out of the basin and use a clean towel to pat and soak up the water from its body. Your lil one should now be smelling and looking great! ♡
This part is optional, but you can use a blowdryer to speed up the drying process. YOU SHOULD ONLY USE THE COLD/COOL SETTING OF THE BLOWDRYER. Heat is never a good idea for plushies.
Let it dry lying on its side on a clean, dry towel. After a few hours, flip it to the other side. Once it is fairly dry, take them outside under the sun (to sunbathe and) to dry completely. (I don’t take them out to the sun immediately because when plushies are wet, more dirt can stick to them especially when outdoors; that’s why I let them dry a little bit first in the house.)
*Do take note to remove the tags and ball chains (if BC type) prior to bathing your ‘pacas. Also, do not scrub on the fabric tags, as the tags might fade.
I hope this helps! ♡ It’s time to grant your precious ‘pacas the bubble baths they deserve! ♡ If you have any questions, feel free to send me a message! ♡