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Yep yep yep. That's the good stuff, ty for the prompt!

It's familiar; his back hitting the mattress, Gem's fingers around his wrists, pinning them above his head. The weight of her astride his hips, rocking on him to keep him in place under her. Not that he wants to move, no, he's more than happy to play along.

Except, he doesn't usually have to struggle so much to throw her off. She must see the moment he realizes just how strong she's gotten, a wicked smile splitting across her lips.

This is so yummy..of course I pictured Gem losing her bikini top, maybe on the beach in San Diego (I know she wore a one-piece, shhh!!!). Have a little Impulse perving, as a treat.

He's already watching her across the beach, in the moment her bikini top is swept away by a rogue wave, her hands coming up to cover her chest with a squeak.

"My top!" Gem cries, half laughing, and Impulse quickly turns his head away, blushing. She'd been quick to cover herself, but not quick enough, not before he'd gotten an eyeful, the soft swells of her breasts, the peaks of rosy pink nipples. Mouth-watering.

I was a little bit naughty and did a double drabble for this one, just to get all my thoughts out. I'm imagining Gem pushing them together Challengers style. Ty for the prompt!

Grian knows how he feels about Gem. He just wasn't expecting to feel that way about Etho too. But forgive a guy if he has a type (and that type is curly copper hair, glasses, and a wicked smile).

He also hadn't expected their weekend to go this way, but the three of them end up on the back porch of the rental, view of the sunset over the ocean ignored in favour of trading kisses in the hot tub. Gem and Etho, then Gem and Grian, then—

Gem directs Grian towards Etho, and he goes easily, a large hand coming up to cup his face as he opens his mouth. Etho is bold, licking into his mouth, leaving him lightheaded as he leans into it. There's a small hand on his thigh under the water, careful at first, then shifting entirely to press against the bulge of his half-hard cock. He moans into Etho's mouth, and feels him smile.

When they pull apart, Gem is watching them with bright, hungry eyes.

"To the bedroom?" She asks, already breathless.

"Yeah," Etho says, voice raspier than Grian remembers, in a way that sends blood pumping to his cock.

Hi, god, I need Grian to be possessive and toxic so badly. Ty for this prompt so much I wanna revisit it and be nasty. 💖

"I don't like you talking to Impulse like that."

Grian corners her outside her room, a thick arm blocking her exit, and something wild in his eyes that makes her stomach flutter.

"Like what?" She asks, breath caught in her throat. It'd been all fun and games in the kitchen— just harmless flirting. Not that Grian should care.

"He wants you, Gem," he complains, "and I—"

"You're jealous," she scoffs. Grian sets his jaw, meeting her eye.

"Should I be?"

I may have learned something new about myself writing this 👀 and another double drabble!!! Ty for the prompt! (Here is the gag I imagined)

"I'm feeling benevolent," Gem says, dangling the gag in front of Grian's face, "so I'll let you choose which end you want in your mouth."

Grian shifts from one knee to the other, rolling his shoulders, his arms bound behind his back.

"C'mon Gem, I'm already tied—"

"If you could learn to keep your mouth shut and your hands to yourself, none of this would be necessary," Gem says, and then pointedly juts her chin to the straining erection in his jeans. "Doesn't exactly look like you're suffering anyway. So I ask again, which end?"

Grian huffs quietly, head dropping.

"The ball," he says.

"What was that?" Gem asks, shifting her foot forward until she can rest it against the zipper of his jeans, pressing down.

"The ball," he says, louder. "Ma'am."

Smiling, Gem kneels before him, the fastening of the gag undone. She doesn't even need to ask, Grian just opens his mouth, letting Gem situate the ball just behind his teeth, the phallic end standing straight out. She clips the strap behind his head and tightens the strap.

This is exactly what happened, imo. thank you for the prompt!!

"We'll be seen," Gem complains, halfheartedly pushing at Grian's hand under the water. They're far enough out that their feet barely touch the sand anymore, and he's pressed against her back, hand tucked between her thighs, tugging aside the gusset of her swimsuit with clear (and lewd) intentions.

"It's just Pearl," Grian says, lips against her neck. "You worried she'll get jealous?"

"Of me?" Gem asks, breath hitching as he finally slips a finger in, cool inside her aching heat.

Taylie beach day where Grian covers gem in sunscreen and making sure every part of her is covered!! Maybe some groping too :3

Idk if I'd rather be Gem or Grian in this situation tbh. Thank you for the prompt!!

"I think you got everything," Gem says, deadpan, as Grian squeezes more sunscreen into his hand. Grinning, he shakes his head, palm sliding over her thigh and in between her legs, groping her inner-thigh under the guise of rubbing in more lotion.

"Gotta be sure," he says, cheekily, "don't want you burning up on me."

"Think I'm covered," Gem says, but gasps when his hand slides up again, the edge of his fingers pressing against the seat of her swimsuit. She spreads her legs a little, but Grian pulls his hand away, fully smirking.

Ohhh that swimsuit. What a time to be alive. Thank you for the prompt!!

Gem moans softly when Grian finally gets her her swimsuit untied in the front, her lips pressed against his. He hushes her, softly, even as he tugs at her suit to expose her, letting her press against him, skin-to-skin.

"Be quieter," he mumbles against her mouth, and she kisses him hard to quell her next noise as he thumbs at her nipples, hands cupping her breasts.

"You're making it hard," she protests, leg over his hip, as he presses her against the pool wall. Grian huff out a little laugh, hips rolling forward.

Yes 🫡 another double drabble!!! Ty for the prompt! Sorry I made it Taylie.

Reader, I imagined this style of dress (I think Gem would have thought carefully about what style could flatter him by hugging his chest and draping over his belly) but use your imagination!!!

Gem's hands are already gathering his skirt, trying to get underneath. She stands on her toes to tuck her chin over his shoulder, both of them looking in the mirror.

The elastic body of the dress clings to the shape of his chest and torso, the A-line skirt falling over his thighs, just past his knees.

There's a strange feeling in Grian's stomach. Idly, he thinks maybe he should have shaved his legs.

Gem's hand grazes over his cock, and he twitches at her touch, already embarrassingly hard just from slipping on the dress. She cups him in her hand, squeezing firmly, and he groans as he leans back into her chest.

"You look so pretty for me," Gem tells him, and his stomach flips, as she draws one hand out from beneath his skirt, trailing it all the way up to grope at his chest — his tits, she'd called them. "Do you like it? I think you like it."

Grian nods, doesn't dare open his mouth in fear of what might come out. A whimper, a moan, or possibly worse. Pleading, begging, a pathetic sob.

Can i pls get a bit of taylie guilt where gem is dressed super minimally from the heat in that white tanktop of hers, and while being super guilty (and married) grian can’t look away from how her sweat makes the fabric see-through

Absolutely. 10/10 prompt, tysm 💖

It's actually Gem's fault, for visiting the UK during a heatwave. It's not his fault that she can't handle the heat. At least, that's what Grian's telling himself, to dismiss the guilt. Guilt, that he can't stop looking at her, in her tiny shorts and tanktop, practically transparent thanks to the water gun fight. Guilt that sits deep in his belly when his wife catches him looking — more than once. Guilt that it's his birthday, and he's surrounded by friends, family and good food, but there's only one thing that he really wants.

how about.. Gem laying around in just a short skirt and bra/bikini top trying to survive the summer heat, and Grian feeling absolutely feral over it. It can go in whatever direction you please from there, I’m running out of brain power

Sorry, once again I thought about Gem in a bikini and blacked out. Ty for the prompt, Tek! <3

She's noticed him looking, of course. How could she not? The way he rakes his eyes over her, lingering on her breasts the way she'd hoped he would, when she'd chosen this bikini.

"Another beer?" She asks. They shouldn't be drinking in this heat, not in the pool, but there's nothing else to do.

Grian nods, wetting his lips. She wishes she could see his eyes clearly, behind his shades.

i would love love love anythingggg with jimmy ......... my love jimmy ....... maybe smth with sunscreen ? maybe smth in public or the beach ? oooooo who knows who knows ....... thank you <33

This is probably not what you had in mind but I hope you enjoy it anyway! Ty for the prompt <3

Tango doesn't really get a say in what happens.

He blinks, and suddenly Jimmy is slathering sunscreen on his head, soft palm sliding over the crown of his head. Tango feels it in the pit of his stomach.

"What's happening," he asks, deadpan, less of a question and more of a demand.

"You were looking a bit pink, man," Jimmy says, and Tango searches his tone for sarcasm, coming up empty. It's just Jimmy's earnestness and sweetness, untainted. "There you go."

Etho goes to visit gem in newfoundland, and it just so happens to be the biggest heatwave newfoundland has seen in over 100 years. Gem has AC, but she tells etho that it's not working as an excuse to get both of them into less and less clothes

Double drabble, because I make my own rules!!! Ty for this devious prompt 😈

"Maybe I can take a look at the AC," Etho says, and Gem just sighs, rolling her eyes.

"It's under warranty," she says, "I have to wait for the guy to come, I can't just let you go tinkering with it."

Etho sighs, flopping back down on the bed, and Gem smiles, satisfied. She knew he'd respect 'the warranty'. Not that it's even real.

But it's 39°C outside, and inside the house isn't fairing much better. Etho's t-shirt is practically stuck to him, even here in the coolest room in the house — Gem's bedroom — with two separate fans pointed at him.

"You can always take your shirt off," Gem says, and ignores the way Etho stares at her, as she rounds her side of the bed to get comfy in front of one of the fans. They don't have any plans for today, except to hang out and survive. "You don't have to be shy in this heat."

"…Yeah," he agrees, hesitantly. "That's not really fair on you though."

Gem shrugs, and tries her best to disguise the waver in her voice at what she says next.

Gem sent Grian some pics of her camping and Grian just imagining fucking her in the woods 😁

Ooh boy there's a joke to be made here about pine trees and pining but I am v sleepy while scheduling this post. Ty so much for the prompt!

The photos are innocent. His thoughts, less so.

She's already home again by the time she sends the pics, but he lets his mind wander anyway, thinking of what could have been.

Pressing her up against the trunk of a tree, his hands under her shirt. Her, on her back in her tent, his face between her thighs where he'd ripped her leggings apart. The sounds she might make, with no one to hear them for miles.

When he jolts back to reality, he's still sitting at his desk, achingly hard, phone in his hand. Alone.

Ok you got me. My weakness <3

He's always been an exhibitionist, but this time really takes the cake.

You're sitting at a picnic table, surrounded by friends, the smell of barbecue in the air, summer sun on your shoulders — and Grian's hand between your thighs beneath the table.

There's no way your friends haven't noticed. The way he's pressed close to your side, his arm practically in your lap just to get the right angle. Panties pulled aside, a fingertip sliding through where you're wet for him.

Can we please get some more a/b/o Taylie? Perhaps with some marking/biting? Thank you 🙏

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Man I wanna write so much more omegaverse ty for this prompt Mango!!!

Grian in a Rut is a different man. Single-minded. Possessive. Rough. It's not her Grian, and yet— she likes it.

He presses all his weight into her when he knots, keeping her pinned beneath him. The back of her shoulders sting in the air from his bites. None of them close enough to her nape to claim her, none of them deep enough to draw blood. But the thought alone that he could, makes her weak.