Sometimes a creative outlet is a fun little hobby and sometimes it's a lifelong affliction. Like I crochet because making little woven animals sparks joy and I'm a writer whether I like it or not because I'm tormented by visions
toxic!theo who would glare down at you at a party, anger coarsing through his veins at the sight of you talking with the hufflepuff headboy. his fists clenching as you threw your head back, laughing way too hard for his liking. shoving his drink into mattheos hand as he practically growled he was leaving. his footsteps heavy as he approached you, grabbing your arm, tugging you away from the other boy, his jaw clenched tightly as he spoke lowly. âshes fucking done here. suggest you leave before i make it hard for you to.â
toxic!theo who would not speak a single word the whole walk to his dorm. his bruising grip on your arm enough words in itself for you. the nerves flying through you being blinded by the undeniable ache settling into your core. sure it was wrong to find his anger so hot but you just couldnt help it. knowing the whole reason you talked to the insufferable hufflepuff was to get a rise out of theo. a small smug grin plastered against your face as you eagerly awaited for what was in store.
toxic!theo who would pin you against the door the second you enter his dorm. his hands braced on the sides of your head, his own dipping down near you. his mouth frustratingly close to your skin as he whispered into your ear, not daring to touch you in any place. âyou think its funny to pull shit like that piccola? having fun pissing me off?â and when you nod in response theo fucking looses it. his hands falling to your hips, gripping you tight as he walks you back to the bed without another word. the back of your knees hitting the mattress harshly as you fall back, softly bouncing as you land. a small giggle escaping your lips at possibly the worst time as your stomach fluttered. theos narrowed eyes staring down at you hungrily, watching as your tits bounced with the movement, his head shaking as you giggled.
toxic!theo who would have you completely naked, knees on the bed and back against him. your head falling back against his shoulder as he mercilessly pounded up into you. continuously hitting that one spot with a rhythm so sweet it made your eyes squeeze shut. complete bliss taking over you as theos hands held you up by your tits. fingers softly rolling over your hardened nipples, only adding to the pressure building within you. the room swallowed with nothing but the sounds of your moans and the music of his unrelenting pace. his head dipping to your neck, planting rough sloppy kisses as he gripped your chin tightly, forcing your head up, his deep voice vibrating off your skin. âlook at yourself amore, look how good i make you feel.â your eyes opened almost immediately, completely hypnotized by his husky voice. a deep moan shamelessly leaving you at the sight in front of you. your eyes falling half lidded as you watched the mirror closely. seeing every thrust of theo disappearing into you, watching as his hand kneaded your tit, his other holding onto your chin tightly. his eyes meeting your makeup smudged ones through the mirror, looking at you as if he was permentaly engraving the image in his head. the look of you oh so ruined at his hands, completely handing yourself to him, driving him absolutely insane. his lips traveling up your neck as he nipped onto your ear. speaking so close to you you could feel his voice within your body. âtsk tsk, youre enjoying this a little too much bella. you like watching me fuck you like a slut hm? no one can fuck you this good, never gonna need anyone else.â
nothing like smut for a coming back post i guess?? anyway this is my first time actually writing smut so hope its⌠somewhat enjoyable??? idk toxic theo has unfortunately had a horrid chokehold on me.
donât usually post stuff about the golden era but i was just listening to soon youâll get better by taylor swift and thought about neville longbottom visiting his parents. no one talk to me iâm crying.
From what i saw from greys he isnt dereks brother i think ??
Also... Mark slept with dereks sister in the show so i thought it was ok to ask?
Sorry if i didnt make myself clear tho đ
But she can totally not be dereks sister
Anyway sorry for the confusion
New Beginnings
alex karev x reader
tags : angst, some fluff, uhhh more tags, this is a little everywhere but i hope its okay, not that sad but enough to need a part 2
âDerek? Wha-â
âI need to stay here tonight.â He kept his head down as he shuffled his way through the door, water drops flowing off his hair.
âIs everything okay? Whereâs Addison?â The look Derek gave you was almost enough to answer every question that was running through your head. You stood silently as he threw his duffel bag on the couch, his soaked jacket following. He plopped down in the arm chair, palms rubbing his face.
âIâll get you some hot cocoa to warm up.â
âNo donât Iâm fine.â
Your eyebrow raised at his poor attempt in deterring your concern.
âOh god you look like mom.â Derek chuckled, lighting the heaviness in the room.
âWhat happened with Addison Derek? Why are you here?â
His face dropped once more almost immediately. The change drawing regret straight out of your core. âI found her sleeping with Sloan.â
âMark!?â Hearing the most unexpected name come out your stomach churned in a way that made you swear you were about to hurl. The barriers around your emotions all crumbling at once.
âAre we really surprised.â Derek sighed, flattening himself out onto the couch.
âI mean? Yes? No? I donât.. I mean heâs your best friend?â Surely it wasnât out of character for Marks sexual.. tendencies to say the least. But still there was a part of you that couldnât believe heâd sleep with the wife of the man he practically called a brother. Especially after growing so close to him in the past months. You shared everything together and nothing that was said or done couldâve prepared you for this. Your heart ached more then it ever did before, both for Derek but also yourself. Mark was your first, and you had naively convinced yourself heâd be the last. And though you wanted more than anything to curl up in a ball on the floor with Derek and sob your eyes out until the numb feeling that soared through your nerve endings disappeared, Derek didnât know anything about you and Mark, and you sure as hell werenât about to have this be the time he finds out. It took more then you thought you had in you to conceal your emotions. Fighting back the familiar sting of tears became a war for the first time, but you stood your ground against it. Sure you and Mark hadnât taken the time to talk about making things exclusive, but really you didnât think you needed to. What you felt with Mark was enough to flood your senses full, not able to even consider someone else entering the picture.
And maybe you were stupid to think he felt the same.
It felt futile to hide the burn in your chest, knowing it was evident in your face. But still you tried to mask your feelings, hoping it would be seen as nothing but compassion towards your brother. Youâd drag the sun out by your bare hands to bring sunshine after a life of darkness if it meant the best for Derek.
âYeah well obviously that doesnât mean much.â The scene of Derek face down on the couch with his arms dangling at weird angles was almost comical enough to bring you out of your anger. In a sad attempt to stifle your laugh, a small giggle escaped your lips. Derek just looked up from his resting spot and gave you the warmest smile youâve seen from him all night, the picture perfect resemblance of a child.
âDerek I donât-â You were cut off mid sentence by the ringing of Dereks phone. He was hesitant to pick it up, most likely praying to himself it wasnât the two talks of the night.
âHold that thought I have to take this.â He cleared his throat before answering the phone, his eyebrows stiffening. âHi Richard, sorry for emailing so late..â Was all you caught as he stepped out of the room.
The anticipation building in you was almost enough to drive you mad. Derek had been on the phone for ten minutes now and you werenât able to hear any of it. You had began your (what felt like at least) 100th lap around the room, as Derek finally stepped back in. The suspense in the room falling instantly as his demeanor brought nothing but a strange joy.
âRichard Webber from Seattle Grace just called.â
âOkay..?â You sat down on the couch, Derek following.
âHe found us both a job, very well pay, Iâd be head of neuro, and youâll be a trauma attending ! Itâs perfect! He said he could even throw in a sign on bonus for you for the sudden notice! We start Monday.â
âAt Seattle Grace?â
âWell obviously.â
âDerek? Are you insane? Like are you actually going insane because if you are I can understand why.â
âAm I.. Are you going insane? Y/n this is the perfect job opportunity! Itâs everything youâve worked for come on!â
There was a shared silence between the two of you, you each studying the other trying to feel out the mix of emotions you both had been throwing out into the room. Derek looked at you with eyes of an insane man, his lips a curl of typical mischief.
âDerek. This job is in Seattle. Seattle Washington! We live in New York! You can not bring in a life changing job, and move, that I have to do in two days and expect me to jump at it! I know you want to get away from Addison right now but Seattle seriously? Donât you think thatâs taking it a little far?â
âYes! Thatâs the point. Come with me or donât but youâll sure as hell look idiotic for not.â You let out a sigh at his words, your jaw tensing.
âDerek weâre talking about both of our whole lives right now. Our family is here, our homes, hell our jobs!â
~
âY/n! welcome to Seattle Grace. I know the offer was a short notice but I appreciate you coming.â Richard Webber, the chief of Seattle Grace, greeted you at the entrance. A great smile plastered across his face as he reached out to shake your hand.
âOf course Richard. Thank you for the offer. I know you wanted me out sooner but like I told Derek, it was insane for me to do the move in two days. So I really do appreciate the exception, it was more than generous of you.â You smiled, accepting the greeting.
âOh i know it was. But anything for an old friendâs family. And it would be great to have another genius on hand.â
âOld friend?â
âOh yes, Dr. Shepherd and I have worked on a few cases together in the past. Iâve spent my fair share of time in New York.â Richard spoke as he began to walk through the hospital, his hand reaching behind him to motion for you to follow. âNow I know Derek has been working here for a week now, and could show you around, but Iâm going to go ahead and assign you an intern for the day. Someone to show you around and have do all the unnecessary paperwork for you.â
âOh no Dr. Webber, no need to do that. Youâve already accommodated so much around me. Surely I can find my way around today.â
âAbsolutely no need for that Dr. Shepherd. Let me make the day easier for you please.â You smiled at Richard and nodded, fully appreciating the gesture. He nodded and turned around, his finger pointing to a shorter woman across the room at the nurses station.
âBailey!â The woman whipped her head around, eyebrows raised and an unfazed expression spread on her face. She began walking towards you and Richard, five other doctors following her lead almost immediately. You giggled to yourself as they all looked like a scene of baby ducks following their mom; though these baby ducks did look particularly tired and worn.
âCan you give me one of your children please. I need someone to be with Dr. Shepherd for the day while she settles in. You know like show her around yada yada.â
âKarev go.â Dr. Bailey ordered turning around and beginning to walk back to what she was doing.
âMe? But Iâve got-â One of the doctors that had been following Bailey began saying, walking backwards to keep up with her in order to plea.
âKarev. GO.â
He stood in the middle of the room, arms up in defeat. You almost felt bad for him until he turned to face you, eyes narrowed and lips pursed as if this was somehow your fault.
âCome on lets get this over with.â He snarled while walking back towards you.
âHey donât be pissed at me, I sure as hell didnât want you to be the one showing me around.â Karev stopped to take a good look at you, almost completely dumbfounded after your response. He scanned your face, either trying to decide who you were to talk to him like that, or the opposite of the spectrum and he was just trying to hide his admiration.
Your grand hospital tour was finally coming to an end after almost two hours. Alex had taken the time to show you each wing, introduce you to each head of department, and even showed you the vending machines that are least likely to scam you. At first he had seemed like a nightmare to be around, almost like a brooding angsty teenager who didnât like anyone, but after warming up to him (or maybe him warming up to you?) Alex actually seemed more then tolerable. He made you laugh more then you have in awhile. His presence lighting you more than youâve felt since your first night with Mark, which in all honesty bewildered you more then you imagined. Questioning yourself on how, or why you had become so comfortable around Alex in such little of time.
Honestly he felt like Mark felt. But for some sick reason, that maybe was just a play on your emotions, the man you had just met three hours ago made you feel lighter then Mark had in 20 years. He felt like a flow of fresh rain water after a drought, cleansing you of all toxins and slowly making you new. He was rain and you were the starved flower.
Yet Mark felt like the water saved from the last rain. Still coursing through your veins and settling into your heart and soul. Something that once kept you alive, was once your everything, now something you couldnât get out of your system without feeling like you were sucked dry, moments away from an inevitable end.
It hadnât quite struck you how much the Mark situation had hit you before now. Really you hadnât had time to feel how the situation made you feel. The thought of butterflies returning to you uncovered a deep empty void that was quick to cover your senses.
The sudden wave of emotions hit you hard, but still you tried to remain as unaffected by it as possible. Though you knew you had done quite the shitty job of that after you caught Alex glancing at you with concern from the corner of your eye.
âSo,â he coughed, obviously trying to diffuse the odd tension that had began. âWhat department do you plan to work in after residency?â
âWell actually Iâm a trauma attending.â
âAttending? You look younger than me!â
âWell I am 24.â You giggled at the widened eyes of Alex, his jaw practically on the floor.
â24!?â
âYep! Baby of the family.â
âBaby of the entire hospital! I mean howâd you even get here?â
âWell Dr. Karev that is a long story we could discuss over coffee tomorrow morning.â It was out your mouth before you could even sit to consider it. Alex looked taken aback for a moment, obviously not expecting that just as much as you were.
âDeal.â Alex warmly smiled, his eyes gleaming with something more than before.
okay hii!!! this req is so late im so sorryđ also this isnt the og post but i cant find that one so I am using this!!! im gonna be honest ive wrote this little by little over the past few months so i really hope its all somewhat cohesive ????? idk atleast readable but im also crossing my fingers that this is okay cause its my first req :)
so without being said i hope you guys enjoyed and i will be making a part two trust đđť
and listen i know being 24 and being an attending is like damn near impossible but its greys. there was literally a unfazed bazooka in a guys chest.
"umm...are you sure this will look alright?", he shyly looks at you, observing all the bows you've tied around various parts of his body. his sweet brown eyes soften when you succumb to a giggling fit when you look at your boyfriend. neville has pink bows on his calves, thighs, biceps, and one big one around his neck.
"you look so handsome, nev"
a raging blush sweeps over neville's cheeks. you had your phone out and set it up to start recording the video. a lana del rey song played as you recorded the bows all over his body, finishing off the video by giving him another kiss, this time on his jawline. after the video ended you watched it back, making sure he was alright with you posting it.
i can js imagine the two of you are alone in the burrow bcoz everyone is busy on a saturday evening but you and fred are splayed out across each other in the living room. it's silent besides the crackle of the fireplace and the harsh wind outdoors. you were freezing so naturally you move a bit so you're now sitting on top of fred with the blanket covering the two of you. he's still significantly taller than you even when you're on top of him. he admires the sight of the pretty girl on top of him.
"giving me a show, yeah?", he leans forward and places soft kisses down your neck. you jokingly swat him away.
"m' js cold freddie, don't be a perv", he throws his hands up in fake defense. you rolled your eyes at him being so dramatic but make it up by planting a sweet kiss on his lips. he takes this and runs because next thing you know your hands are running through his hair and he's got his hands all over your ass. you push the blanket off both you to have a little more mobility on top of him and it was getting in your way. he scoffs at you for being so dramatic at the cold but pushing the blankets off the second he gets his hands on you.
Virgin!Simon who is so used to fisting his calloused hand every night to release some of the pent-up tension winding up his muscled body; that when he first sinks his cock deep into your welcoming cunt, slick with arousal but still tight around his girth, he cannot help the way his cock immediately spasms and cums only half-way into you. He wasn't even a little bit embarrassed when he saw the questioning look on your face until he sunk more of his length into you until he hilted his full length inside, your face contorted into a pleasured "O" as he started pulling back out and bullying his way back in with a lewd squelch.
Over and over again, as Simon fucks into your tight cunt he can't help that within five minutes he's cumming again, coating the outer labia and your thighs sticky with his heavy seed as he had been pulling out, only to gather the cum up around the head of his cock with his fingers and push it back up into you as he continues his brutal assault on your tight hole.
Virgin!Simon who is shameless in the way you're both now covered in at least three loads of his cum and as you're on the verge of your fist orgasms, his fourth comes along and spurts hot against your cervix as your gummy walls clamp down and convulse around his cock.
Virgin!Simon who fucks you through his own over-stimulation because the velvety grip of your cunt is too good to stop, better than his hands, better than any silicone toy lubed up... he cannot get enough - and this night is turning into a marathon as he keeps flipping your body into various positions, finding ways to fuck you shallow, deeper, angling you this way and that to hit every erogenous spot in your hole that could draw out another orgasm from you, and draw them out he does.
By the end of the night, you're both sticky, covered in musky loads of slippery cum from you both as you lay against each other, not minding the mess one bit as Simon kisses your temple, before dragging you both up out of bed to go and get cleaned up in the shower (before making at least one more mess that is)...
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