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myonepiece · 3 years

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Hey can i have a headcanon with sanji, law, zoro and ace x reader crying after first time sex because it's hurt too much?? Thx I love your writings <3

s/o cries during s*x because it hurts

w/ sanji, law, zoro, and ace (i'll go over the limit for ace 😔)

warnings: i don't know what to call it actually but just painful sex and not in the good way, nsfw

i don't know you could cry out of something other than pleasure from this man,,

he pays very close attention to your reactions because he wants to know what makes you feel good as well as what makes you feel bad

so he notices right away when your tears aren't from pleasure but from pain, and he immediately frezes, he doesn't pull out right away though because he's worried that would hurt if he did it too abruptly

"darling? what's wrong? where does it hurt?"

he'll ask what happened and where you're hurting, before telling you he's going to pull out (like 'i'm going to pull out now, okay?")

once he's out he sits up and pulls you up a bit to lean against his chest, he whispers apologies over and over again while he kisses your cheeks and carefully wipes away your tears

poor man will probably tear up himself

needless to say he falls asleep far too late and pampers you more than usual for the next week, and he's not as hyper with his sexual comments or anything around that topic, it's really unusual

similar to sanji, law pays very close attention to your reactions and body language, though it tends to be more for making sure he's not hurting you

he can get quite rough sometimes, and he gets a little into it, like closing his eyes, but when he hears your sniffle which somehow reaches him over your whines and his grunts and all that nasty sinner shit (amen) he stops and stares down at you

your face is turned away so he carefully turns it towards him and instantly slides himself out, he hurries to turn on the lamp and lights (while buttnaked i might add)

he'll do a full on examination asking you where it hurts and taking a little peak to make sure it's nothing bad, he ends up grabbing a warm cloth and placing it on your area while he runs a bath

he's fairly hesitant to do anything beyond making out for the next day or maybe two, if not that then he's extremely gentle and makes sure to listen a little closer just in case your sounds aren't from pleasure

he goes pretty hard most of the time, and unlike the two men above, he doesn't always pay the most attention to whether or not you're enjoying it- only because he's to lost in his own pleasure most of the time

once he realized you're hurting, he slows down a bit to make sure, then he full on freaks out and pulls out before reaching out and cupping your face

"w-what happened?!"

you kinda got to help him with what to do (he doesn't even know where the clit is smh)

if you tell him to get a wet cloth then he will (and i'm pretty sure the bathrooms are outside of the rooms on the ship so he may or may not run out nude, or just throw on his shorts and scare whoever is out there

once he has the cloth on your down there parts, and the water, he'll wait quietly until you ask him to snuggle, and he will definitely snuggle with you

he's very against sex for the next few days, like scolding you if you try to initiate it and reminding you of what happened, but he also buys you flowers at the next village because he's a sweety pie

he's sort of like zoro in the situation where he's a little too lost in his own pleasure, except he actually asks every few minutes if you're okay

when he hears you say no it takes a minute to register but then he stop and stumbles while trying to pull out

honestly i'm contemplating saying he'll go get marco

he won't even need you to tell him anything, he'll rush off and run around the ship grabbing a hot cloth, a water, some food, and a random collection of pill bottles from the infirmary

he finds the painkillers/tylenol/benadryl or whatever and gives you some, and then he puts the cloth on and gives you a snack and then curls up beside you feeding you the rest of the food (taking some for himself aswell obvi)

the sweet man looks like a kicked puppy the whole time and will not hesitate to cuddle with his hand down there with strictly innocent intents as you use it as a heating pad

((honestly tho he may or may not have asked one of the crew members for advice as he ran around the ship)) ((and mostly cried a tiny bit as he did so))

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allthingsarmin · 3 years

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fckboy armin? + degredation is always a good combination <3

I was so excited to write this dose of Armin brainrot, omg 😩

If it’s alright with you, anon, I did this request in more of a headcanon format, but the ending is more of a fanfiction format. I’m also sorry I took so long to write this omg.

MINORS DNI!

Fem!Reader, FemBodied!Reader

TW: Mentions of NSFW topics + degradation, mean!armin, manipulation, fuckboy topics

ᵔᴥᵔ fuckboy!armin whose style resembles that of the horny, manipulative, ghost-y men on campus yet is just too hot for you to handle. The way he wears dark silver rings on his left thumb, middle, and pointer fingers that accentuate his slender, pale fingers and clean-cut nails. The way the small, dark tattoos on his knuckles, right forearm, and collarbone add an aura of mystery and aggression to his being that just exudes sex. The way he wears a gold chain necklace with distressed jeans and a plain t-shirt that’s just a little too tight and shows off his pecks. Or the way he wears long black joggers and an oversized long-sleeve black shirt that makes him look taller. The way he doesn’t wear his mask correctly, always hanging on one of his ears which compliment his stud earrings and devilish smirk. The way he is broke because he’s always spending money on the newest, trendy shoes. The way he always uses way too much cologne… One look at him, and you can sense his ‘asshole attitude,’ but you can’t deny it makes your lower regions pulsate.

ᵔᴥᵔ fuckboy!armin who’s body is so perfectly sculpted and toned that it leaves you thinking dirty thoughts in class. The way he sits in class with his sleeves rolled up, laying back relaxed in the chair, right leg bouncing out of boredom as his hard cock becomes noticeable in his grey sweatpants makes you want to run to your dorm and touch yourself. The way his abs call out to you to graze your fingertips against them when he lifts his shirt up to wipe away the sweat after walking home from the gym. The way his beautifully slender fingers hold his phone or push his hair back when he’s frustrated makes you think about how good they would feel inside you. The way his accentuated collarbone peaks through his thin t-shirts, allowing you to see the hickeys and imprints of love bites from god knows how many women makes you jealous. The way his skin is so pale and so soft that his blonde leg hair becomes barely noticeable. The way his golden hair brings out a plethora of the shades of blue in his eyes, and oh how his haircut suits him perfectly, shaping his jawline very well. How his beautiful blue eyes dangerously lure you into him, the soft but manipulative stares he gives you. How he can’t seem to maintain eye contact with you for more than three seconds because he looks at your breasts. The sinister yet sexy smiles he has plastered upon his face when talking with his friends about ‘some other whore’ he fucked the other day… Armin is attractive, and he knows he is attractive. Though you hate how arrogant his looks have made him, his suggestive stares and lip bites from such a handsome man make your heart flutter and mind only focused on one thing.

ᵔᴥᵔ fuckboy!armin who is always posting thirst traps on instagram. You know… The pictures with the squinted eyes and the bitten lower bottom lip, either showing off his money or new shoes, pictures beside a nice car, suggestive pictures with the new girls he’s been fucking recently, biting his chain necklaces because he thinks it’s sexy. Only follows ‘successful’ men and offensive meme accounts but mostly follows half-naked women and supermodels. Leaves nasty comments on ugly womens’ pictures, calling them whores while he’s in hot girls’ DMs sending unsolicited dick pics and asking for nudes. Has thousands of followers, mostly from the party girls and rude men who go to his college. Won’t let you tag him in a photo unless he ‘looks hot.’

ᵔᴥᵔ fuckboy!armin who takes slutty gym pictures with his shirt off, abs out, shorts low enough to see his V line, hands in his hair, and a wink. Sends it to every girl in his snapchat contacts and posts it on his story with the ‘slide up’ text.

ᵔᴥᵔ fuckboy!armin who hits you with the “you up?” at 2am on snapchat after ghosting you for two months. Tells you how much he misses your lewd moans and sloppy cunt, and then after pressuring you to give him nudes, he saves them and then doesn’t talk to you for at least a week.

ᵔᴥᵔ fuckboy!armin who is so intelligent and dangerously manipulative. Who is so smart that he doesn’t need or want to pay attention in class, who convinces you to let him keep the nudes you sent him on snapchat, who reels you right back in when you try to move on from him.

ᵔᴥᵔ fuckboy!armin who was nice to you at first, befriending you when you looked so alone, shy, and innocent, who only chose you because you looked so easy to take advantage of when he finally closes in on you.

ᵔᴥᵔ fuckboy!armin who says he doesn’t want ‘any of that relationship stuff’ because all of his exes were crazy and that he only wants to date hot chicks.

ᵔᴥᵔ fuckboy!armin who only texts you at ungodly hours during the weekdays and plays games like ‘20 questions’ with you so he can ask you if you’re either a virgin or a whore, if you like oral, if you’ve thought about him in dirty ways before… or truth or dare, asking you if you if you want to be his slut or daring you to send him lewd pictures of yourself.

ᵔᴥᵔ fuckboy!armin who takes every chance he can get to turn anything sexual: the way your skirt is just a little too short that makes him suddenly grab your upper thighs, the way you innocently lick your ice cream cone on a hot summer day - he tells you to put your tongue on his cock instead, how you put your hair up in a high ponytail just makes him want to pull on it and kiss the crook of your neck… it all leaves him clouded with dirty thoughts.

ᵔᴥᵔ fuckboy!armin who calls you ‘babe’ and refers to you as his ‘girl’ even though he has a million bitches on the side.

ᵔᴥᵔ fuckboy!armin who makes you feel like shit about yourself because he’s constantly sending you womens’ profiles on Instagram, saying you should look more like them and ‘get a nicer ass.’

ᵔᴥᵔ fuckboy!armin who becomes more controlling as your sexual relationship continues, basically forcing you to let him check your phone in case you're messaging other dudes and being naughty for men besides him but gets defensive when you want to see his phone.

ᵔᴥᵔ fuckboy!armin who refuses to eat you out but expects you to praise his cock with your slutty mouth and wet tongue.

ᵔᴥᵔ fuckboy!armin who doesn’t really care about your personal problems or pain, and whenever you tell him you’re hurting on the inside, he offers to let you come over to his house so that he can fuck you: “once my cock is inside you again, you’ll forget all about your sadness.”

ᵔᴥᵔ fuckboy!armin who doesn’t use condoms because he ‘can’t feel anything’ when he wears them, so he just assumes that you’re on birth control when he cums inside you.

ᵔᴥᵔ fuckboy!armin who violates your privacy when he’s online gaming with his closest friends, Eren and Jean, as he tells them through the microphone about how tight and wet your pussy is and how much you enjoy being treated like a slut, your mouth full of his cock and pussy dripping with his cum… going as far as sending secretive videos he took of you to them where you’re whimpering and begging for Armin’s cock.

ᵔᴥᵔ fuckboy!armin who pressures you to do risky things you don’t want to do, but you just can’t find the courage to say no to him when he stares at you with his intense blue eyes… like when he asks you to sit next to him in the back of the class then without your approval, sneaks his slender fingers into your panties and starts harshly playing with your clit. He devilishly smirks as you try to suppress your cries of disapproval. Or like when he convinces you to let him take videos of you when you’re in a position that exposes your slick cunt to him so well. Or even how he manipulates you into trying something new that you’ve never been comfortable with, like swallowing his thick cum, letting him put you in a full-nelson, maybe letting him choke you while he spits in your mouth.

ᵔᴥᵔ fuckboy!armin who finally closes in on you, begging you to help him study for the upcoming test since he wasn’t paying attention in class because ‘you’re just so distracting’ to him, acting so smart and innocent and respectably in front of the teacher when Armin really knows that your slutty outfits and wet pussy says otherwise… so you excitedly go over to his dorm, thankful that finally it will be a normal get-together where you could actually find out more about Armin instead of finding out more about how he likes his cock sucked. Upon entering his dorm, it is apparent that he never planned on studying with you as his textbooks are nowhere to be found, and he is sitting on the couch half-naked with Netflix on the TV.

ᵔᴥᵔ “Oh hey, y/n, didn’t expect to see you here so soon,” he says nonchalantly. You unknowingly stare at his broad shoulders, his strong chest, and of course his V-line that is not hard to miss as he carelessly talks shit about his teachers. “See something you like?” arrogance seething from his teeth as he brushes back his blond hair. You don’t say anything as your face grows red. He takes your hand and leads you to the couch. “Come on, let’s watch something.”

ᵔᴥᵔ The sound of skin slapping drowns out the voices on the TV. You don’t even know how Armin managed to get you into this position again where you’re so submissive under him, giving into him yet again. He flips you over on your back, and he props himself up, looking over your figure that’s so pathetically displayed below him. You can see his angelic hair stick to his forehead as the sweat drips down his soft but sharp cheeks. The look in his eyes has gone dark, and his smile is sinister as if he was a predator about to devour a prey. He wickedly laughs as you grind your needy cunt against his hard cock. This is where he really gets mean.

ᵔᴥᵔ fuckboy!armin loves to degrade you like the whore you are, constantly reminding you just how easy you are to take advantage of, how easy you are to win over with just some dick, how easy it is to make your sloppy cunt squirt and tingle from multiple orgasms, how easy it is to make you whimper and beg for his thick cock to make a complete mess of your pussy.

ᵔᴥᵔ “You really didn’t think I invited you over just to study, did you?” he snickers as he cruelly and slowly thrusts into your aching cunt, making eye contact with you and grinning as your face turns red. He grabs your throat, choking you, and begins to thrust faster which pulls shaky moans from under your breath. He inches close to your ear and whispers, “you even came over here without wearing underwear under that short skirt of yours…” he switches to the other ear, “and when I started touching your dirty cunt during the movie, you were already so wet,” you shiver at his words. He pulls back and gives you a gentle slap with his left hand, his rings stinging your face, and uses his right hand to twist your perky nipples. He begins to laugh, “but I’m not surprised that a filthy slut like you - my filthy slut - would think of such impure thoughts during something as innocent as watching a movie.” Armin leans closer to your face again, still thrusting into you at a quick pace. His warm breath raises goosebumps on your skin. He harshly grabs your mouth and tells you to open, which you submissively comply with, and he spits into your mouth which causes you to whimper. He smacks the side of your thigh. “You like being treated like some depraved slut don’t you?” You don’t reply, but the fluttering in your tight pussy says otherwise. He flips you onto your stomach, your breasts mushing into the couch, and without warning, he forces his girthy cock into your tight pussy. He is thrusting into you at an ungodly pace, making you scream and moan incoherent words. “What’s my little slut saying? Use your words, baby,” he teases. At this point, you can only call out his name. “A-armin…” He begins to torturously thrust into that one spot, and within seconds, you're bucking your hips, intensely squirting onto his couch and leaving a sopping wet dark spot. “Fucking whore, gonna have to buy a new couch because you can’t control your filthy cunt,” he growls into your ear. He quickly flips you over onto your back again, wanting to see your face. Your face is contorted with such pleasure; your eyes are rolled to the back of your head, and your mouth is wide open with drool dripping down your jaw. Armin shudders, his cock getting even harder in your tight pussy. “So hot… such a lewd slut.” He immediately brings out his phone, taking a picture. “Want me to show my friends what a cock-hungry whore you are?” You quickly nod. “So fucking pathetic,” he snarls. “I’m going to destroy your cunt, slut.” He shoves his warm tongue in your mouth, gently grabbing the hair on your foggy head. “I’m gonna break you in so bad,” he mumbles, wiping the tears from your face.

ᵔᴥᵔ fuckboy!armin who maybe in fact does want to have that ‘relationship shit’ with you ~

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Requests are open, and feedback is appreciated <3

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hime-hana · 3 years

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hey can i req being fucked bent over a surface or smfn with dom! changmin 🙁☝🏽thank u sm in advance n only if u want to!!

ji changmin x fem!reader

trigger warning(s): smut, sexual depictions, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, slight breeding kink, swearing

author note(s): i am very sorry it took me so long, i am currently on vacation and the internet is very iffy; hope you enjoy it; finally edited

16.45 pm

Renting a cabin for a weekend getaway at the beach was supposed to be fun. You, the best boyfriend in the world, his members and some of their girlfriends. In your mind, everything felt perfect, but Changmin would beg to differ.

He was mad. He was oh, so mad sitting at the white plastic table, piercing eyes following your silhouette. You only took a peek at Changmin, but you could feel it from the way he trashed his bottom lip between his teeth.

It was not cute like all the times you’ve told him a bad joke and he forced himself not to laugh at how silly you sounded.

It was also not sweet like when he watched you with beaming as you snuggled up to him in your sleep and he tried to take a picture without waking you up.

This time, his eyes went dark watching you wave at him from two feet away while playing tag with Chanhee and Sunwoo. And he wouldn’t have even cared that much if it wasn’t for the way your smile got a little bigger when Chanhee held your hand while running, body pressed against yours in an attempt to protect you, right before Sunwoo caught up with you from behind; arms locking around your chest before they dropped lower and he lift you up yelling you’re his now.

You noticed Changmin rolling his eyes at the younger boy’s words.

“As if,” is the response muttered under his breath.

If looks could kill Sunwoo and Chanhee would be deep under the ground now; the only thing making Changmin keep his sanity was the way your voice sounded like dripping honey when you sat in his lap a moment later. Panting and grinning down at him with childish innocence, he could never stay mad at you.

Your hand brushes through his black hair and he rests a hand on your thigh, fingertips drawing over your skin just like he did this morning. Your heavy eyelids were barely open when you were met with Changmin’s lips discovering your body like he did the night before.

“It’s too early, baby,” you whisper against the pillow as he waltzes his way between your legs.

“I just can’t get enough of you.”

“Later, please. It’s too early.”

His bottom lip sticks out, but he follows your words and pulls you against his chest without another word.

Right now you knew at was he was hinting; you glanced over again, a lusty spark filled his brown eyes, and another feeling you were not quite used to find in him-jealousy.

Looking at Changmin was enough to put you in the mood sometimes... or at all times, to be quite honest.

He taps your arm, and you give him a cheeky smile as he opens the door for you. You want to say something, but the words cannot come out when he has you pressed against the kitchen wall right next to the sliding door.

“Baby,” you murmur, but notice his eye roll. “why are you mad?”

He clicks his tongue, giving you that look.

That look which you knew all too well; that look he had on his face when he was far beyond frustrated because of some company meeting; that look when he could not grasp the new choreography right and the same look he always had on his face each time you teased him a little too much and he was about to ruin you.

Hooded eyes filled with a mad desire to have you, mark you from head to toe, tongue poking his cheek and a familiar smirk on his lips.

He lifts your chin with two fingers, catching you by surprise.

“Baby,” he cooed back at you, mimicking your voice, “why am I mad?”

His lips on yours felt like heaven but the way his teeth bite your bottom lip earning a loud whimper makes you remember that Ji Changmin can also be a devil.

Hands tug at your shorts, hurrying to get rid of them. Fingers already searching for your bare skin as his mouth drops from your jaw to the base of your neck.

“Maybe I am mad because some of them don’t know their place and my baby doesn’t seem to mind it either.”

You trace the fine lines of his abdomen, throwing your head to the side. Nipping at your skin, teeth grazing over your neck, and lips kissing you all over-Changmin always knew how to drive you crazy.

Another moan and you forget that everybody else can hear you. But this is exactly what he wants when he places you on the white table and kisses his way down to your core. The bathing suit is useless at covering your body when Changmin pulls the two strings holding it up. What a view, he thinks, licking his lips.

“I am also mad because they touch where they shouldn’t.”

His palms cross over your waist and your hips and you part your legs. Words are stuck in your throat and you repeat his name like it’s the only thing you’ve ever known feeling his fiery breath against you. But you need him too much and hope he won’t tease you too much this time.

You lift your hand, bringing Changmin in for a heated kiss. Your forehead lies on his shoulder when he inserts one finger into your wet pussy. He pumps it lazily, gaze watching you squirm underneath his frame. You were craving to feel him inside you. He takes the digit coated in you and brings it to his lips, tongue swirling around it. He moans and you swallow hard.

“Wanna know why else I’m mad?” he asks, passing his thumb over your lips as your mouth instinctively wraps around it.

He smirks and takes your palm into his before getting you off from the table. Your fingertips barely touch his bulging erection before he spins you around.

“Because this is how you make me feel, baby,“ he says, pulling his trousers down right before he grinds against your backside.

He slides past your wet folds, coating his cock in your juices and admiring the way you’re dripping all over your thighs.

“My baby always looks so pretty when I’m about to fuck her,” he whispers in your ear with the most gentle voice, pressing a kiss on your temple while his fingers tangle in your hair. And he pulls, hard. Making your back arch, head falling back with a loud cry when he enters you at once.Your knuckles go white as you grip the table, but Changmin is no help as he only pushes himself deeper inside your pussy. He should expect it by now, but he can never have enough of you. Of the way your cunt takes him so well; walls gripping his cock when he hits that sweet spot which always makes you beg him to go faster. Just like you do now. Even when your knees feel weak and Changmin lifts your leg and places it on the table as your body falls weak against it. Changmin loves it too much, having you right there in the tiny kitchen where anyone could hear all the nasty things you tell him to do to you. He plays with your hair again, lips coming down to bite your shoulder. He knows you are close by the way your moans turn into whispered cries of his name.

“Yes, baby. You should let everyone know I’m the one who fucks you like this every night.”

Your eyelids fall shut when the pleasure hits. Your entire body shivering while Changmin finds your hand and intertwines your fingers while you ride out your high with his cock still inside you.

“Baby,” Changmin whispers as he removes a strand of hair from your flushed face, “I’m gonna cum right here,” he stresses the last word with one harsh thrust.

You moan as a reply.

“And you...” he moves his hips against yours as your walls grip his cock again almost not wanting to let him go “don’t be so greedy, love,” he groans at the feeling. It always drove him crazy.

“I will fill you up, but my baby needs to do something in return.”

You turn your head when he pulls your leg back on the ground and lifts your hips higher.

“I’m going to fill this pussy-my pussy,” he smirks when he notices you biting your lip “with my cum and you are going to keep it inside while going outside and playing tag with Sunwoo and Chanhee again.”

You nod at his words. Changmin’s thrusts becoming slowing down as he releases deep inside your pussy, coating your walls, leaving you a whimpering mess.

He puts your bathing suit back on and kisses your forehead.

“Don’t drip any of it, angel. I want to fuck you with my cum still inside you after dinner,” Changmin whispers in your ear with a sweet smile when you step outside a minute later.

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lifenodaijobu · 3 years

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Just a little list of my soft Draco obsession

For @vemodalensx

Theres a few here but I’ve left some out since the list was getting a bit long. I might make another list with more.

The list separated between cute Draco and vulnerable Draco just so you can choose whether or not you want a bit of sadness with your softness ^3^

Oh and ofc it goes without saying that the whole list is Bottom Draco hehe

Cute Soft Draco

Flower Crowns (2.4k words)

It started with a single flower 🥀 Draco makes flower crowns for Harry and that is how the whole school finds out about them. A happy dose of Harry with flowers in his hair, and a smitten Draco.

Dreaming of you (21k words)

Harry has nightmares, he wishes for a night when he can sleep without nightmares. What happens when he starts dreaming of Draco Malfoy? Draco left the wizarding world after the war, he's a librarian and lives peacefully in muggle London, what happens when Harry fucking Potter shows up at his work place?

Honey (

Harry is sick of Draco's oh-so-adorable endearments.

The Care and Management of Volatile Veelas

Harry adopts a Veela. He really didn’t mean to.

Quidditch Wife (Part 2)

Theres no real summary for this except for It's got all my favourite guilty pleasures, like protective!Harry and vulnerable!Draco, with a side of jealous!Harry and SportyQuidditch!Harry (and I think the top!Harry rather goes without saying).

All our pieces....fall right into places series

The first story: Draco had had a crush for a while and now that he had Harry in his bed...He was everything that Draco needed.

Trick or Treat

Harry had no idea that he was such a fetishist - a fact which he discovers on Halloween.

Pretty

Harry finds a pair of stockings in the back of their dresser.

The Sweater

After being forced to room together in 8th year, Draco and Harry become friends and decide to continue their living arrangements post Hogwarts. The only problem is, Draco can't seem to stop stealing Harry's clothes.

1095 Roses for a life time

Being woken up by the lips of your boyfriend is always a nice surprise, especially on the morning of yours third anniversary of dating, which leads to hot and passionate morning activity. But all this is just to indulge in themselves, Harry's surprise includes roses and a promise for a lifetime. Will they be the right choice?

Get your kinks out

Harry plays seeker for the Magpies, and he discovers that one of his teammates secretly wears lace panties. What begins as a sexual relationship becomes increasingly complicated by Harry’s fame, Draco’s family, and Harry’s ambivalent feelings about dominating Draco.

Can’t say no

Draco really has the worst friends. When they put a spell on him that he has to say no to everything Harry says.....things don't turn out well.

That time when Harry proposes and gets turned down because of his horrible friends.

What Draco wants

Out of anything a petty fight with Harry Potter could have led to, Draco Malfoy least expected it to end with him bent over a table, questioning his relationship and feelings for Potter, and having the best sex of his life.

Criminal

Things were going just fine for Draco Malfoy. He successfully conned and counted cards across Europe and America, amassing a small fortune, along with a lengthy rap sheet. That was until he made the grave mistake of returning to England for a high stakes card game and got himself caught – by Harry Potter no less. Now, Draco is stuck in England under Auror Potter’s guard with no friends, no distractions, and no escape. How the hell will he pass the time? And since when did Potter get so bloody fit?

Things Change

Harry and Draco's friends notice something different about them when they fight. See what they find out when they walk down an empty hallway.

Whats a little veritasium between two sworn enemies?

Draco Malfoy has a nasty habit of always coming across such bad luck no matter where circumstance presents itself and unfortunately that doesn't seem to change when his bloody nemesis Harry Potter over hears him talking about Veritaserum potions in the hallways past curfew. ( It was Pansy fault really)

Harry wants to know what the Slytherin boy is up to, especially with how nervous Malfoy is, but is that ALL Harry wants to know?

Mr Right Now - side note: Cedric/Draco

What do you do when you're feeling down about your ex? Make him jealous! Story features Cedric Diggory and Draco Malfoy trying to win back their loves, but somehow end up falling into each other's arms

For the love a kitten

With Voldemort Dead, life is not easy for Harry as Old friends become enemies and old enemies become friend. With the return of three Slytherins, Harry life is turned upside down.

How to prepare for a wedding night

I have a neighbour. He is stuck in a loveless relationship and an arranged marriage. He has zero experience in bed. He needs my help so that his love life won't suck for the next few decades. He needs a sex teacher. Oh... and the neighbour happens to be Draco freaking Malfoy. And I might be a little tiny bit in love with the git...

Draco's Scent

In which Harry can't be around Draco for long without the boy's stupid smell messing with his mind, and he really, really hates that.

Turn The Heat Up

Wonky Cooling Charms result in interesting revelations

Flirt

Draco and Hermione make a devastating duo at the Ministry as the respective Department Heads of Wizarding Culture Preservation and Muggle Relations. When Harry Potter gets involved in their latest joint project, Draco can’t seem to stop himself from constantly flirting with him even when it doesn’t seem to affect the golden boy at all. He’s wrong. Harry is most definitely affected. Includes Slytherin shenanigans, Draco sucking at quidditch, and Harry trying not to be charmed. Draco POV.

Angsty/Vulnerable Soft Draco

The Draco Malfoy incident - side note: I cried big time

Draco Malfoy is best friends with a Hufflepuff. A HUFFLEPUFF! He's also partnered with a redhead git, trying to hide from an obsessive green-eyed saviour and has become overly fond with sunrises. It's exhausting. Can't a man plan an assassination in peace around here?

I’m not in your dreams

Draco has dreamt with Harry's voice since he was fourteen, so there's no doubt for him about who his soulmate is. Now, in their Eighth Year, Harry has finally dreamt with his soulmate's voice too. The problem is that Draco was born mute.

Yours for the taking

Draco was raised to be the perfect Omega, but there are things even he cannot endure. When he discovers just what Tom Riddle's plans for him are once he's claimed him he is confronted with an impossible decision. Only one thing remains clear: he will never be able to go back home.

Luckily, Harry Potter is there to save the day

Rough on you - side note: Dark Harry. This is more vulnerable Draco than soft Draco so please read the tags before you start the story :) I was unsure whether I wanted to add this here but hey-ho

"I'm the only one that can give you want you really want." Harry spun Draco around and held his arms at his side and he pressed against his back, whispering against his throat. "That can force you, that can humiliate you… that can hurt you, and you want it. You want me."

Harry is having a bad day. Draco just cannot learn to keep his mouth shut. Neither of them would have predicted it would lead to this.

But who guards the dragon?

This is an expansion of my one-shot, It'll be Okay. You don't have to read it first, it will be in the story. Requested. DMHP Sub/Dom relationship. Slash. Don't like, don't read. Harry thinks a few thinks through, then comes into his creature inheritance. He finds out that he is the dominant mate to one Draco Malfoy. But things are never easy for the boy who lived

Taken For Granted

Having pined for Harry for long enough, Draco decided that it was time to give up and move on. What happens when Harry realizes too late what he's lost?

Mourning

Harry returns to school to complete his NEWTs. There he finds a much changed Draco Malfoy and surprisingly subdued Professor Snape.

In your arms, rests my world

Harry presses his mouth to Malfoy's forehead; he wants to tell him that he’ll never leave, that he wouldn’t dream of it.

“You make me feel safe, Potter” Malfoy whispers. “You keep me safe.”

Inside your mind

Goyle's taken it upon himself to act as Malfoy's personal, one-man guard and Harry can't help but feel like it's only making the bullying worse.

"I'll Protect You," and you can seal that with an Unbreakable Vow

His friends may tease but Harry doesn't feel bad for keeping a close eye on the Slytherin boy of one Draco Malfoy, after all someone has to do it. So when Harry secretly follows the pure-blood boy out past the courtyard, there's nothing strange or unusual about it; nor is it wrong.

Unfortunately the same can not be said for the scenario Harry accidentally stumbles upon as he can't help but stare in horror. It's not just wrong. It's absolutely despicable and Harry, well, Harry just has to do something about it.

A Big Black Sky

Draco shifts his head as he turns to look at Scorpius, his cheek touching the pillow. "Did you know that…" He pauses, his throat convulsing, and it sounds audible in the silence, besides Michael's steady, even breathing from the other bedroom.

Scorpius is staring back at him, in wait of something new to learn, a beautiful and intelligent child. He has Draco's mind. He has Draco's eyes and nose and mouth and hair. He is his. All his. All he has of Michael are his wild curls and the green of his eyes, and sometimes he looks into them and imagines that they aren't Michael's, but someone else's.

Draco leans his head closer, biting the quiver out of his lips before he breathes a laden and shuddering exhale, and he whispers, "You are my star in a big black sky."

Song To Say Goodbye

Draco should have remembered that life doesn’t always turn out the way you want it to. Somewhere along the way he forgot to always be careful and was left with nothing. It was hard enough getting himself together the first time, can he do it again?

Small spoiler for Song to Say Goodbye below

Its not Drarry Endgame: he ends up with a OMC cuz Harrys a big dickhead

#soft draco #cute draco #vulnerable draco #draco malfoy #harry potter #bottom draco #drarry #fic rec #drarry fic rec

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fellulahh · 4 years

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MC and Diavolo accidentally switch bodies for the day

Taking a sip of the drink that Solomon had just prepared for her, MC narrowed her eyes at the white haired sorcerer. A small, cheeky grin appeared on his lips as he watched her eagerly.

Finishing the drink, MC set the glass down on the counter as she began to grow suspicious of Solomon. Although he was usually sly, there was something that seemed so cunning about the expression he had.

“What is it?” She asked quietly as he began to chuckle. “Solomon what did you do?!”

“You know that conversation you and I were having the other day?” He asked casually as he sat back in his chair.

Without any further discussion, MC knew exactly what he was referring to. Widening her eyes, she turned her head to gawp at the empty glass in front of her. “You didn’t!” She gasped in horror.

“MC don’t worry about it! It’s fine - I did nothing different than what we discussed.” He explained with a smile, “You said you wanted to get your revenge on the brothers after they all took that lust potion around you so guess what? I used the last of this body switching one in your drink.”

Although Solomon found it terribly amusing that MC had just drunk a syrup that would switch her body with somebody else, she wasn’t so thrilled. It wasn’t the fact that he’d slipped it into her beverage - it was actually her idea in the first place - it was the fact that she was now going to face the effects of the syrup.

“How does it decide whose body I switch with?” She asked quietly, glancing up at Solomon with a worried expression.

“The last person you touched.” He grinned, “I just can’t wait to see which one you turn into!”

“Solomon!” MC suddenly panicked as she shot out of her seat.

“What is it?” He asked confused, “you’ll only change bodies for a day?”

“That’s not the issue here!” MC waved her hands frantically, “the last person I touched was Diavolo!”

“Oh shit...” Solomon mumbled. “You mean?”

“I’m going to turn into Diavolo!” MC cried before letting out a sharp breath, “and Diavolo is going to turn into me!”

“Fuck...” Solomon breathed, trying to weigh up the options on what they should do.

“We have to go to the palace.” MC shook her head, causing Solomon to look at her as though she was being ridiculous. “We need to tell him!”

Sighing, she marched out of the room before she could even give him a choice. Time was against them as they raced through the house. The affects of the syrup could take place at any second. MC silently prayed that Diavolo didn’t have some important meeting with all of the high nobles.

She seethed to herself as they travelled across the Devildom. ‘This is a disaster!’ MC kept repeating to herself until eventually they made it to the palace.

Barbatos let both of them into the castle, surprised to see the state they were in.

“Barb where’s Diavolo?!” MC asked quickly, “I’ve got to see him right now.”

“He’s in his study?” Barbatos arched an eyebrow, “would you like me to call for him?”

“There’s no time!” MC shook her head, “please just take me to him.”

Following her orders - and given how urgent they seemed - Barbatos began walking through the palace at a fast pace. Solomon chose to hang back as MC followed the Prince’s servant.

The palace had never seemed so big as they continued turning left and right down various hallways until eventually MC was lead to a colossal door.

Knocking gently, Barbatos awaited Diavolo’s call before letting MC in. As she practically fell into the room, the Prince stood up from his seat in surprise.

“MC?” He asked concerned, “whatever is the matter?”

“My Lord I am so sorry.” She panted as she leant over, “Solomon gave me a syrup that would make me switch bodies...”

Talking had never seemed to hard as she tried to regain her breath.

“He didn’t realise that you and I were together earlier.” She continued, “I drank it to get my own back on the brothers but Solomon didn’t know that I hadn’t seen them today.”

Diavolo’s eyes never left MC’s face as she frantically tried to explain what was happening.

“He says I will switch bodies with the last person I touched.” MC finished.

Recollecting their catch up they’d had earlier, Diavolo remembered the hug they shared as MC left. “Me?” He asked with wide eyes.

“I’m so sorry!” She repeated with an anxious expression.

“What you mean to tell me is you drank a syrup that would force you to switch bodies with the last person that you touched? And that person is me?” He asked, trying to understand the situation.

“Yes...” MC answered as her face sunk.

Diavolo showed no emotion for a minute as he paced in front of his desk. Fear grew in MC’s body as she anticipated a scolding from the Prince.

But then, as he perched his firm butt on the edge of his desk, he looked up at MC. “So once this syrup takes effect, I will be you for the day and you me?” He requested clarification.

“Yes, My Lord.” She nodded.

“Well this sounds positively exciting!” He suddenly grinned, catching MC by complete surprise.

“I’m sorry...” she knitted her eyebrows, “you’re not angry?”

“Why would I be angry? I have nothing important scheduled for the rest of the week and therefore do not need to worry about you being me.” He explained, “and with me switching bodies with you I can finally grasp an understanding on what it is like to be a human!”

Diavolo seemed to find this incredibly exciting.

“I must say MC, my life was far more boring before you came along.” He chuckled. “I think you and I could have some fun with this. How long has it been since you drank the syrup?”

“About 25 minutes, My Lord.” MC breathed.

“Excellent.” He smirked, “Five more minutes should do it.” As he glanced at her, he noticed the worry in her eyes. “You seem frightened?” He questioned.

“I’m sorry My Lord, I just didn’t expect you to react so...well?” She spoke unsure. “I came here thinking you’d be furious.”

“While this isn’t quite how I imagined spending my afternoon, that’s not to say I am disappointed because of it.” He chuckled, “now come on, MC. Wipe that worry off your face!”

In all truth, Diavolo was just pleased he was involved in such chaos without being the one who orchestrated it.

“Now...lets not spend the afternoon fretting.” He smirked, “it’s time we had some fun!”

What did they get up to?

Now being in Diavolo’s body, MC decides to give Barbatos some super weird orders. “Can you get out and buy me some peaches without the pit?” “My Lord, all peaches have pits?” “Then find some that dont!”

“Barbatos will you carry me to the kitchen please?” “I’m sorry my Lord but I don’t think I will be able to support your weight...” “how rude! Would you speak to your King like that?”

After about ten minutes though, Barbatos guesses exactly what’s happened

“How did you know it was me?!” MC questions, “because Lord Diavolo always uses his fluffy pen to write out shopping lists! You used the dip pen - a rookie mistake.” “Ah.”

MC walks into Diavolo’s chamber and while alone, takes a sneak peak down his shirt, ‘it’s even better than I imagined!’

Meanwhile Diavolo - in MC’s body - remains sat at his desk trying to calm his mind. ‘Well maybe just one feel...’ he thinks to himself before quickly grabbing his newly accustomed breasts

“Oh my!” He grins to himself

FaceTimes Lucifer, “Hey cutie, how are you doing?” “MC?? Why are you at Lord Diavolo’s?” “We’re talking about you.”

MC pulls a prank on Mammon by messaging him, “hey Mammon, Lord Diavolo’s pretty mad at you...” “ha! If he was it’d be Lucifer messaging me. Prove it.” *MC sends a selfie in Diavolo’s body looking pissed off* “o—oh shit what did I do?!”

Diavolo goes to the House of Lamentation and tells all of the brothers that he (MC) is in love with Diavolo so they should all stop pining over her

He also does whatever he can to make Lucifer blush while in the human’s body. He knows she’s the only one capable of making his heart go soft. “Did you know your hair looks sexy pushed back?” “MC, please.”

Back at the castle, MC’s ordering for a new portrait to be painted of her (Diavolo) to hang above the throne. And of course, the pose she chooses is her dabbing

She also sends a selfie to Solomon, “Hello Harry Potter, it’s Lord Diavolo here to tell you u nasty”

Afterwards, she calls Simeon to tell him “It’s Diavolo here - I’m really sorry to tell you this but MC’s my favourite exchange student.”

When it comes to going to the toilet, MC tries incredibly hard not to look down but as soon as she catches a glance of Diavolo Jr she screams “oh my GOD”

She posts an inspiring article on the RAD newspaper with “words we can live by” and its ‘sex drugs and sausage rolls’

While not pranking the brothers, Diavolo’s ‘testing’ what it’s like to be in a human body. *punches wall* ‘interesting...that was painful*

He momentarily forgets he’s MC and has some of Mammon’s spicy noodles before immediately regretting it ‘oh HELL that’s hot!’

Accidentally mentions something to Lucifer that only Diavolo would know and the eldest brother’s like “...how did you know that, MC?”

When Luke gets excited to see MC (or in this case Diavolo), the Prince tells the angel that he (MC) is going to marry Diavolo and Luke runs off screaming “YOU CAN’T MARRY A DEMON!”

If MC gets approached by anyone and they ask any questions, she answers them very ‘seriously’ “My Lord, I hear there are talks of the exchange program being extended. Do you have anything to say on this?” “Yes. Shakira Shakira. No further questions please.”

#obey me #obey me shall we date

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vosiro · 3 years

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⇾ Pairing: Kuroo Tetsurō x F!reader

⇾ Warnings: this shit nasty fr 18+, also CEO!Kuroo bc that’s sexy,

⇾ Authors note: In honor of my husbands birthday, I decided to write this nasty ass shit😜. See, ion know what demon POSSESSED me to write this but...🧍🏾‍♀️anyway, Y/n is implied black, but if you’re not black it’s ite!! There will be some use of AAVE on Y/n’s part tho, and she not finna be one of them “I-I-...b-but k-kuroo!” Shy bitches NONE OF DHET. She a bad bitch and that’s on prd. (Shy bitches still bad doe!!) is this self indulgent? Yea idc 💃🏾

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It was officially November 17, your husband’s birthday. When you had woken up, kuroo had already left for work, so the bed was empty. For the past week and a half you’ve been contemplating what to get him. You see, for your birthday, kuroo always showered you in gifts, money, clothes, anything you wanted. That was exactly the problem. Kuroo had the money, the expenses and the power to get anything either you or him wanted, what could you possible get him that he couldn’t already afford himself. For the past couple years y’all were married, you two always went to some fancy restaurant to eat, then went to a hotel to have some casual birthday sex. This year, you wanted it to be different, you wanted it to be special.

You walked into your local bar in a thin, golden bodycon dress, with a black, expensive fluffy jacket, that just made your skin pop. You just looked like walking money. And ofcourse kuroo had to have his girl walking around with that Hermes Birkin 30cm Himalayan with diamond hardware. You looked around the bar before you saw kiyoko waiting at a table. “Heyy shimizu” you gleamed, sitting down at the empty seat across from kiyoko. “Hey, Y/n-Chan” she replied, passing you the drink that was preordered.

“So.” You sigh.

“So? What’s wrong?” Kiyoko questioned.

“I don’t know what to get tetsu for his birthday...” you replied, taking a sip of your drink.

“I’m sure he’ll like anything you get him.” She reassured.

“Girl, but listen...This man got 4 cars, 3 houses, a visa black card, and a bad ass bitch. What more does he need...wtf do you be getting ryōsuke for his birthday??” You questioned

“Well, he usually likes anything I get him. It’s all about the thought y/n. You love him right? Any gift from your heart, he’ll like.” Kiyoko answered.

“Girrrr....you right, you right. Matter ah fact, I have an idea.” You grabbed your lil birkin bag and started to get out the chair “thank you shimizu! Make sure you get to the party at 7:30, tetsu’ll be back at 8!” You said as you rushed out the bar.

You made your way to the expensive lingerie store that was right next to the penthouse you live in with your husband. You quickly entered the store, looking around for something sexy, but cute, but nasty. Kuroo would never admit it, but he gets flustered easily. When you bend over, when you lean down infront of him and he gets a nice view of your tits, when your skirt’s a little too short, when you call him in the middle of a business meeting, and he has to excuse himself so he can fuck his fist to your moans and cries over the phone. You knew exactly how to rile him up, and that’s one of the things he loved about you.

You’ve been browsing the lingere sets at the store for a while, before you see it. A perfect thin, red, sexy, lingerie with garter belts. Not to toot your own horn or anything, but this would just make your skin pop. You quickly grab the set and pay for it, making your way back to the penthouse after.

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It was currently 7:58. Kuroo was expected to arrive at 8. Guests were under the table, hiding behind chairs, any possible place a person could squeeze themselves into. You were hiding under behind the kitchen counter with kiyoko. “Psst. Shimu,” you whispered.

“I’m right here y/n..” she replied.

“Right... anyway, guess what I got tetsu for his birthday.” You asked eagerly.

“Your love and affection??” She answered.

“Girl no...well yes...but no.” You said.

“Then what?” Kiyoko questioned.

“I got 𝐿𝒾𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇𝒾𝑒.” You replied

“You’re making him wear lingerie??” She said.

“...😏” You smirked

“I’m kiddi-”

*clack*

The door to the penthouse opened slowly and everyone let out a big

“SURPRISE!”

Bokuto ran up to kuroo and gave him a big bear hug “HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRO!” he exclaimed. Kuroo went around greeting everyone, and thanking them for showing up. You were still talking with kiyoko before he started to approach you. “I should leave you two alone.” She she said before walking away to talk with her own husband.

“You planned all of this for me, baby?” He cooed as he took you into his arms for a hug, “yessuh, anything for you.” You said nuzzling your face into his chest. He started to place small kisses down your neck “fuck...I missed you...” His breath was hot against your skin “not here...let’s wait till the party’s over okay, babe?” You wanted to, you wanted to so bad... but one thing about kuroo is he goes feral when you make him wait

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11:00. The last few guests had left a while ago, and kuroo had just got done finishing his shower after you had yours. He walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, his chiseled chest on full display. This man was always so damn fine, like whew fuck it’s getting hot in hea fr. He sat next to you and started kissing ur collar bone, slowly removing your robe from your skin.

“You don’t understand how bad I wanted to fuck you,” He whispered into your skin. “I was hard the entire night...”

He completely removed the robe from your skin. “Oya? What’s this, baby?”

“Surprise.” You moaned slightly as he slid his hands to grip your ass “tonight, I’ll let you do anything you want to me..”

He halted in his movements “anything?”

“Mhm~” you reassured

You reach down to palm him through the towel, “someone’s really excited.” You say as you stroke him slowly. “That’s because my girl looks so damn sexy right now...and she’s letting me do whatever I want tonight.” Kuroo reaches down to rub circles on your clit.

“Mm~” he stick his tongue down your mouth as you let out your moan. “You’re so wet...it’s seeping through your panties and spilling onto my fingers..” he grins “only for you, daddy..” you say.”

“Fuck..the whole day I was thinking about coming home and fucking you... I even jerked off to the thought of you at work today,” He flipped you over onto your hands and knees, “Now you’re here...all sexy for me.” The towel slid off, and so did your panties as well. “I’m gonna fuck you so good baby, you won’t be able to walk or talk after..” he cooed, rubbing his tip along your folds

“W-wait tetsu, you just not gon prep me or n-fuck!!” He slammed his cock into you with a deep groan.

“Just Shutup and t-take it... fuckk...you’re tight.” He moved in and out of your cunt at an agonizingly slow pace.

“Faster daddy..” you moaned out

“Yea? My baby’s feeling good?” He picked up his pace and started jamming into you harder. You lifted your body up slightly. “Stay the fuck down.” He growled as he grabbed your neck, not wanting to mess up your hair. “Fuck, you feel so fucking good baby.” He was picking up the paste and hitting that one spot he knew you liked. You were moaning loudly into the pillow before he flipped you over onto your back.

“I wanna see that pretty face when I fuck you.” He started fucking you slowly in mission watching his dick get covered in your cream as went in and out. He then took your hand and put it on your lower stomach. “You feel that baby?” He picked up his pace slightly. “You feel how deep I am? Fuck.” His eyes were tainted with lust, and cheeks painted with blush. Your hand felt each and every thrust he was putting into you.

“F-fuck tetsu, you’re so big..” you whimpered. Kuroo was always a sucker for praise. “Yea? Look at you, you’re such a good girl taking all of it.” He groaned out.

“Open your mouth baby.” He stuck two fingers in your mouth coating them in saliva, then slowly sheathing them into your other right hole. You whine out at the stretch. “I want both of my kitten’s holes to be filled tonight.” He let out as he stretched your ass.

“Shit, relax baby, you’re so tight you’re gonna cut off my circulation.”

“F-feels s’good” you moaned as he continued to satisfy both your holes. “C’mere baby.” He pulled you into the reverse cowgirl position. “You knew what you were doing naughty girl” he groaned as you bounced on his dick “shit...dressing up...fuck...like that.” You were squeezing him so tightly and it just felt so good.

“Yes, I knew..mm~” there was no point in lying, you knew exactly how kuroo would react. He landed a smack on your ass “I’ll have to punish you princess,” you heard a spit noise come from behind you, then felt a warm trail of saliva roll down onto you right puckered ass hole. Kuroo massaged the liquid around the hole “fuck, you think my dick would fit in here? My cum dripping out of you pussy and you ass? That’s so sexy..” you winced as he stuck his thumb inside. “Shi.. does it feel that good? You like that? You’re squeezing so tight, fuck.” He groped your ass, letting out a low moan.

“Suck your cream off my dick baby.”

“Yes daddy.” You replied getting off of him and on your knees. You take his girth cock into your mouth. You started bobbing your head quickly, tasting yourself on his dick. He place a firm grip on the top of your head. “Y-yes, just like tha...mm.. fuck.. your so good to me baby.” His hips started bucking into your mouth roughly, you could tell he was close “fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.”

He grabbed your head halting you to stop. “I wanna cum inside you..”

“Then do it daddy, cum inside me...”

“Fuck. Get on your hands and knees.”

He slid back into you once again letting out a deep moaning after regaining stimulation “how are you still this fucking t-tight...no matter how hard I fuck you...fuck.” He leaned forward and stuck his fingers in your mouth while pounding you into the mattress.

“Mm~ tetsu I’m close~” you whined out

“Yeah? Cum for me baby, milk my cock, I’m gonna stuff you so good.” Ah yes, an even more feral kuroo...truly delicous. “I’m gonna fill you up with my kids...fuck what if you get pregnant.” He groaned. “You’d look so cute with your tummy swollen.” He started picking up his paste, pounding into your sweet spot even harder. “Tetsu, I’m- nngh~ fuck.” Your orgasm washed over you, you were completely fucked out, but he still kept pounding into you.

“Fuck. That’s right, cum on my dick.” One of his arms were on the headboard while the other was wrapped so comfortably around your neck. “C’mon baby. Cum for me one more time. I know you can do it.” He grunted

“I c-cant tetsu.” Your body was still shaking in ecstasy. “Yes you can, c’mon” The hand around your neck reached down to rub your wet clit rough and fast. Needless to say he had you cumming in no time. “Fuck fuck fuck tetsu-”

“Shit, I’m almost there baby, just hold on for a littl- fuck.. bit more.” His thrust started to grow sloppy. “Fuck, I’m cu-uh..nngh.” He let out the most deep and beautiful moan as he spilled his seed into you with one last thrust. You fell onto your back and kuroo right on to of you.

“Fuck baby, that was the best birthday present ever.” He huffed, still out of breath

“Mm~ tetsu! You went too rough..now I’m finna be aching all day. My entire body hurts.” Yo complained.

“Atleast your sexy and in pain.” He said, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“Stfu.”

Fin.

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Did I proof read this? No🧜🏽‍♀️ anyways I wish kuroo a happy birthday mwah 🥰

Me writing plot: 🤮👺🤢👹

Me writing sex scenes: 😏🌝😜🥰

#kuroo smut #kuroo x reader #nekoma #nekoma smut #haikyuu smut #haikyuu!!#my writing #haikyuu x black reader #kuroo x black reader #kuroo fluff

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bangtans-bubs · 3 years

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Hii could you do one about how bts would react to our moans being hot or loud (or both) and how turned on they'll be ?? Just discovered your blog, I'm following you ! 🤗

BTS Reaction #3: When you moan loudly + being turned on

a/n: Hey army! To the army that requested this, I hope you like it and thank you for the support 💜! I've been working on a couple requests, so feel free to submit any ideas. To the army that requested the Mafia Min Yoongi, I’M ALMOST DONE, JUST HANG ON A LITTLE LONGER!!!

warning: obv smut ;)

word count: (approx. 220+ per member)

*creds to gif owners

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> Kim Namjoon (RM)

Being turned on: He man spreads quite often when he’s feeling hot to get some space down there. He isn’t very handsy with you because touching you would only tempt him to fuck you against the nearest wall right then and there. He doesn’t allow you to touch him in a provoking manner either and if you do dare try to, the way he glares at you would be enough to halt your actions. He giggles often too, and he tends to blush when you make a dirty remark to him. He may put on an innocent act in front of others, but he’s filthy as fuck when it’s just you and him in a room.

Reaction to your moans: Namjoon has a very deep voice, so when he groans or makes a sound in bed, it almost always overpowers yours. Since he’s always down to do try new things, you suggested that he uses handcuffs on you, and he excitedly agreed to that. He took advantage of the fact that your hands are now restrained and decided to tease you. He would run his long, slender fingers along your wet, aching folds in an attempt to hear you beg. Since you were the only one experiencing physical pleasure, Namjoon was able to clearly hear your heavy moans. The way your hips jerked up when he hit a nerve and the way you moaned his name was enough for him to place his length at your entrance before he began thrusting. His thrusts would be very rough, your moans almost being covered by the sound of his hips making contact with your ass.

> Kim Seokjin

Being turned on: Jin becomes very handy when he wants you, and the majority of times it doesn’t matter who’s around you both. He has a few ways to grab your attention in public and he’ll desperately try all of them. The first attempt would consist of a message like, “A quickie in 5?” If he sees that you haven’t checked your phone or are ignoring his needs, he’ll use his second tactic. He’ll stare at you from across the room knowing damn well that you sense his gaze on you. If that doesn’t work too, he’ll use his final tactic, which is a tricky one, but knowing him he’ll be pretty slick with it. He’ll walk to where you and the others are standing and would initiate a conversation between all of you. Once he’s done with the small talk, he’ll lean down to whisper, “Be out in 5 minutes.”

When you try to refuse, he’ll let out a dry chuckle before saying, “I wasn’t asking.”

Reaction to your moans: He knows when you’re about to reach your climax by the way you tighten around him, but when he hears you moaning loudly, he’ll have you turned towards him in the missionary position. You’re never really loud in bed either, but your heavy moans had caught Jin off guard, encouraging him to keep going. He’d thrust into you faster to hear another moan slip out of your mouth and that’s what brings him to the edge. Even after you finish, he’d thrust a couple more times to overstimulate you, to try and hear you scream one last time.

> Min Yoongi (Suga)

Being turned on: He’s well experienced at suppressing his feelings, so it’s hard to tell when he’s feeling freaky. The only way you can notice that he’s bothered is when his tongue constantly darts out to wet his lips, but he does it very slowly while he locks eyes with you. He’d try to keep his growth from peaking by clenching his legs closed or covering himself with the nearest object until he’s calmer. He’d have a certain type of look on his face that yells for you to stop teasing, but his reactions only motivate you to keep going.

Reaction to your moans: He’s used to your nasty talking in bed more than your moans. You assumed her got off a lot faster when he hears you whispering filthy words into his ears, but your assumptions were proved wrong. When you let out a hefty moan against the nape of his neck, he was quick to flip the both of you over, so that you were now straddling his hips, holding onto him for dear life. His consistent thrusts made your legs shake and feeling the way you tightened around his length and hearing the sweet sounds that left your mouth sounded like music to his ears. So, now you’ve realized that your heavy moans can do all kinds of wonders to Suga.

> Jung Hoseok (J-Hope/Hobi)

Being turned on: Hobi is probably the easiest member to read when he’s turned on. Even if his members are trying to have a conversation with him, their voices would be muted to him because he’d be too busy replaying your moans in his head. He’d constantly eye you down in an attempt to send you a sign that he’s needy for your touch. He’s very fidgety as well. He usually bounces his legs up and down or would fidget around with his belt or shirt buttons. The longer he waits, the better the payout for you.

Reaction to your moans: He’d be taken aback by how loudly you cried out his name, but that won’t stop him from licking you clean. He knew how well to use his tongue since he did have to go through some training regarding his tongue movements for rapping. The louder you moaned, the faster his tongue moved. He made sure to touch every part of your aching core and even moaned against it, sending vibrations through your body like electricity. He pulled away to see your reaction more clearly, but to that, you responded with grunts from the loss of touch. That’s when he really goes down on you, adding two of his fingers to thrust into you while his mouth worked at your core. When he wanted to hear you more, he’d remove his lips from your core and begin to pepper sloppy kisses along your inner thighs.

> Park Jimin

Being turned on: His eyes would widen and his pupils would be dilated, a dark colour hue filled with lust. He’s also one to not give a shit about the others surrounding you and is very bold with his actions. He’d walk up to you and start flirting, his teeth teasingly tugging at his plump, lower lips once he finishes his sentence. He’ll get up close and personal, towering over you like a menace in front of the others. He would then walk away from you, most likely to a more private setting, leaving you all hot and bothered. Within seconds, you would find yourself trailing behind him, only to lose sight of him. You’d continue to walk around in search of him, but then, you’d feel a pair of hands pull you into a room by your hips, slamming the door shut behind you.

Reaction to your moans: Even if your mind tells you to be quiet during sex, his actions will make your body say otherwise. He has always loved hearing your sweet sounds, but he never knew you can get louder than you already were. He’d throw his head back in reaction to your loud moan, revealing the soft skin of his neck. Before you can leave a trail of marks on it, he would move away to tease you, knowing that he can get you to moan as loud as before. He thought he had already heard the loudest moan of yours, but hearing the one that just slipped your mouth, only exhilarated him. He took it as a challenge to see how far he can push you before hearing another one of those hefty moans slip.

> Kim Taehyung (V)

Being turned on: He isn’t one to become fidgety or handsy when he’s turned on. It would be hard for him to take his eyes off you because of all the dirty thoughts fogging his mind. If you unintentionally turn him on, he’d pull you to the side for a little fun, having a makeup session being the furthest point. If you tease him on purpose, it won’t take him a second to pull you away to teach you a lesson about teasing in public. A way to quickly catch onto Tae’s intentions would be from the way he gazes into your eyes. He has a habit of lifting his chin a slight bit before he licks his lips, staring down at you. To which he knows makes you weak in the legs.

Reaction to your moans: He has only heard your heavy moans during drunk sex because things tend to get a little wild, but when he heard you let out a loud moan right against his ears, that was it for him. He loves foreplay because that’s where he can tease you the most, but hearing you loudly moan his name made him hard and needy in an instant. He would have you on all fours, gently pressing down on your shoulder blade so that your ass was sticking up. He’d wrap his hands around your neck and would bring you closer to him, wanting to hear how good he’s making you feel.

> Jeon Jungkook

Being turned on: He’s very subtle and isn’t obvious when he’s feeling heated around others because of your teasing. You both tend to tease each other at a majority of the events you attend together. When you tease him with the intention of breaking his self-control, you’ll see a cheeky smile appear on his face while he runs his tongue along the insides of his left cheek. He’d join you and the others, speaking as if he comes in peace, but this is just an excuse for him to teasingly trail his hand around your waist, pulling you right against him. He knows exactly what to do and say to get your gears turning.

Reaction to your moans: Jungkook usually works your body to the point where he’ll have you screaming and writhing for more, but he has never seen you become this loud. A part of him was worried that your moan was loud because he’s hurting you, but deep down he knew what kind of freak you were. He’d try to note down what he did differently to hear these sounds from you and once he realizes, he won’t do it so often. If pulling your hair, choking you or just getting railed real hard is what made you moan so loud, he’ll keep those tricks in hand to use at the very end. He also knows that overstimulating you would cause you to moan his name out loud, which is another reason why he waits to use your weakness against you till the end.

*requests are open

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animeyanderelover · 3 years

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its me again, thank you for doing both of my requests :}!! could you do prompt 3 with shalnark?

It’s my job and pleasure😉

Warnings: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessiveness, obsessiveness, delusions, stalking, manipulation, blackmailing, bullying, mentions of kidnapping

Prompt 3: “Did you sleep well? Don’t lie to me, I watched you.”

“I heard she sold her body to get some drugs.” “Really? I heard she had sex with two men to get her hands on some alcohol.” You tried to ignore all the whispers around you. It had been going on for weeks like this. Rumors about you had started to spread everywhere. All of them were nothing, but disgusting. The most recent ones said that you had sold your body to some men to get your hands on drugs and alcohol. There was no proof that all of this was right and you yourself knew the best that all of this wasn’t true, but when you gave humans something to speculate about then they were like hungry animals, ripping this new informations hungrily apart until they were satisfied. You had no one who believed you and even your parents had turned their backs on you. You were alone. People from whom you had thought you could trust them had left you alone. “Traitors.”, you thought to yourself. That’s when you suddenly tripped over something. You landed hardly on the ground and heard laughing behind you. One sharp glare was enough to make the girls quickly shut up. You stood up and brushed the dirt of your clothes, ignoring them. You hated your life. It had become so much to handle. Why was no one believing you? Did all the years you’ve spent with them nothing?

“They’re just idiots for believing this. It’s obvious to me that you’re innocent.” You looked tiredly up to Shalnark. He had invited you over to his house and you had agreed. You didn’t want to face your parents. They would probably not even notice that you were gone for a bit longer. “Here. Have some food. You look terrible.” You chuckled halfhearted. You needed to admit that all the stress had affected you quite a bit. At night you couldn’t sleep as well as before, often lying hours in your bed and staring at the ceiling. Due to this dark rings had started to show under your eyes. Your appetite had also suffered greatly and you had lost some weight these past weeks. That’s the reason why you slowly shoveled the food away from you. Even the smell caused you to feel sick. “I appreciate your worries, but I’m not hungry.” He gave you a concerned look. “(y/n). You look like you haven’t eaten a lot and if you keep this up for much longer you might collapse some day.” He moved closer to you. “Please. For me.” He held the spoon with food close to your face. Should you? You were honestly scared that if you would eat something you would just throw it up. But you knew that Shalnark could be terribly stubborn and he was by now most likely the only one who cared for you. So why not? “Alright. But I’m not sure if I’ll be able to eat very much.”

“I’ll better get going right now. I have to go home and finish my homework or else I’ll get in even more troubles than I am already in.” You stood up from your chair and walked towards the door. “Are you leaving already? Just stay with me for a bit longer. It’s not like your parents will care over your absence.” That made you stop. You knew that it was true, but it still hurt to hear it. “Please don’t say this Shalnark. I know that you’re right with that. But if you say it like this it sounds so cruel.” Your voice sounded worn out. “Why do you keep doing this to yourself? Don’t you realize that they only hurt you? You don’t have to endure this. You could just leave. But instead you stay and hope that they will someday believe you again. Come on, even your own parents don’t trust you anymore. I’m the only one who’s left.” His words sounded almost teasing, infuriating you a lot, but at the same time making you feel sad. “Shalnark. Shut up.” You glared from the corner from your eyes at him. He smiled at you. “Face it like a grown-up. No one wants you here anymore. Except me. Why don’t you just come with me?” You slowly turned around with an angry and hurt look. “Why are you saying such things? Stop that instantly.” Shalnark sighed shortly, sounding disappointed.

“Why do you have to be so stupid?” Your eyes widened shocked at his instructive tone. “I’m just trying to help you realize that there’s no use in hoping that someone will believe in you. Don’t you see how they look at you wherever you go? They just wish that you would disappear.” He stepped closer to you. “I on the other hand am always there for you. I’m always your shoulder to cry on, I’m always the one who cheers you on. I’m always there for you and still...” You had started shacking, the blinding smile on his face was terrifying you by now. Why was he suddenly acting like this? You wanted to desperately run to the door, but somehow you couldn’t move. A numbness was beginning to spread in your whole body and you knew for sure that this wasn’t because you were scared. Did he drug you? By now his face had gotten so close to you that your noses brushed againdy each other. “...and you still choose to believe in them? Why? They don’t care. I do. They turn away from you. I don’t. So why? Tell me.” You couldn’t. The numbness in your body had gotten stronger and stronger and by now you felt like you couldn’t stand on your own two feet anymore. Your mind was being clouded more and more and no matter how much you struggled and cried out on the inside, you couldn’t do anything. Your knees gave away under your body, but Shalnark quickly catched you in his arms. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you from now on.” He brushed some strands of hair out of your face and pressed a kiss against your forehead. His lips on your forehead were the last thing you could remember before the darkness consumed you.

“Where...am I?”, you thought as soon as you opened your eyes. It was pretty dark in here and your eyes needed a moment until they had adjusted themselves. Were that bars? What was wrong? And where was Shalnark? Wait...Shalnark! With one swift movement you sat up and stormed towards the bars. Now you knew in what you were. In a freaking cage! You grabbed the bars and started shaking them. “Hey! Does anyone here me?! Let me out of here!” Suddenly you heard someone opening a door and a ray of light flooded in. You squinted your eyes together, being able to see a person standing in the door frame. You were able to tell from the figure to tell who it was. “Shalnark! Let me out! Why did you do that?!” You shook more violently on the bars. “Easy (y/n). Screaming and struggling won’t be from any use for you. Calm down and let me explain.” His smile was still present on his face what annoyed you even more. “The hell with that! All I care about is knowing why you drugged me!” Shalnark stepped closer to the cage. “You still don’t know? I’ll tell you. Because you need me. Without me you can’t do anything.” Your angry expression vanished and was replaced by a confused one. “What are you talking about? I don’t need you. I can take care of myself!”

“Did you sleep well?” That was a very random question and was not needed. “Don’t try to change the topic!” “I’m not trying to change the topic. Have you slept these past few days well?” Why was he asking this? “I’ve slept great!”, you angrily barked at him, hoping to finish this and get to the important stuff. But Shalnark stared intensely at you. “Don’t lie to me, I watched you.” You froze in shock. He watched you?! “Wait. Y-you watched me?” Shalnark nodded. “B-but how?” Shalnark shook his head. “You’re really so clueless. It’s cute. With cameras of course. Your whole house is filled with them.” “B-but when... and how long ...?”, you stuttered. “When did I place them there and how long they’re already there? I think for about two months and I put them in there whilst sneaking into your house one night.” The thought that he had watched you all the time was more than just frightening. Knowing that he had probably seen you stripping naked countless times disgusted you. “But why?” Shalnark stretched his hand out to caress your cheek. “Because you need me. I watched you these past two months and I saw how hard this all was for you. You couldn’t even take care of your own health. And you also couldn’t stand up against all those people. I admit that I was the one creating the rumors, but-“

“You were the one who spread all this nasty shit about me?! Are you nuts?! Then it’s all your fault!! You’re the reason why everyone turned it’s back on me!! Erase all of them instantly!!”, you yelled at him, feeling tears sliding down your face. “It’s not my fault. I just couldn’t stand you spending so much time with other people. By the way, if these people there really cared so much for you, why didn’t they believe you in the first place? Why did they threw you away like some garbage? Very simple, because they never cared in the first place.” There was a so much more sinister meaning behind his words. “T-that isn’t true. Th-they-“, you tried to defend the people you held dear to your heart, but couldn’t find the right words. “See? You yourself know that as well. Why deny it? They didn’t try anything to help you or proof your innocence. Instead they started to ignore you and feel ashamed of you. You’re just a burden to them. But not to me. I know that I can love and cherish you like you deserve to.” He pulled out a key to open the door and stepped in, hovering over your shaking and crying form and bending closer to you. “Even if I would let you out to whom can you run? You’re hated by everyone and if you tell someone about what I’ve done to you they wouldn’t believe you. I’m the only option you have left.”

You wanted to scream at him that he wasn’t right, that he was a liar and that there was still someone out there caring for you. But you couldn’t. His words had paralyzed your whole body and kept repeating themselves over and over again. As cruel and painful it was to admit, he was right. “I-I have no one left. All be-because of you.”, you sobbed. You were alone. All alone with no one believing you. Suddenly you felt muscular arms wrapping themselves around you and pulling you against Shalnark’s chest. “You’re not alone. You have me. And I’m the only person you’ll ever need.”, he whispered sweetly in your ear before pressing a kiss against your temple.

#yandere hunter x hunter #yandere hxh #yandere shalnark

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maybe-your-left · 3 years

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Girl please give us more dr ren I’m begging

Dr. is what we all need this holiday season, and this Dr. Oneshot is inspired by a dream I had. sooooooo... also this is like the longest oneshot I've ever written and I'm not sorry

HIPAA Violation Universe!

YOU READ IT RIGHT, I AM THROWING THIS INTO THE UNIVERSE OF SURGEON KYLO. SO SAME TW APPLY. THIS IS PRE COMING OUT IN PUBLIC WITH YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH REN!!!

SPOILER, THIS IS REALLY LONG I GOT CARRIED AWAY.

TW: NSFW, AGE GAP (14 YEARS BC I MADE HIM ADAM DRIVERS AGE), THROWING IN A FEW NEW ELEMENTS TRY TO KEEP UP, ANAL SEX, DOUBLE PENETRATION, DIRTY TALK, NASTI BOI DR. REN.

You sat on your couch, a bowl of popcorn in your lap as you watched White Christmas on Netflix. It had been a really long day, you had to drive your friend to the doctor's office, the same doctor you had started fucking for the past two months, then have to sit at lunch with her and listen to her gush about how handsome he is. All while you had to pretend like you didn’t notice because he was a paranoid control freak who ‘wasn’t ready to put a label on us’.

Rose had texted you about wanting to meet up for the evening, saying something about ‘since I got my cast off we need to have wine night!’. You hastily ignored the messages, wanting to sulk in private after Ren ignored you at the appointment. The least he could do to the girl he had been sticking his dick into every evening, was say hello or shoot them a text that said how cute you looked. But no, you hadn’t heard from him all day, and you knew when his breaks were.

You shoveled a handful of popcorn in your mouth, ready to drown it with a gulp of the Margarita you made when your door flew open.

“Love, take your pants off-.”

Ren stood in your entryway, making direct eye contact with your mouthful of popcorn. His face was completely devoid of emotion, slowly shutting the door, still not breaking eye contact, and setting his briefcase on the kitchen island. He shucked off his lab coat and draped over one of the barstools before he began to unbuckle his belt. “You know junk food isn’t healthy for you.”

“Mphf.”

“Chew your food.”

You swallowed, blindly reaching for your drink and taking a long gulp while staring at his dark eyes. Ren’s left eyebrow raised as he watched you, yanking his belt out of his pant loops. He gripped it in his left hand as he stalked over to you, “It’s a little early to be drinking, isn’t it? You’re being very naughty tonight.”

You glared at him, standing from the couch with your arms folded across your chest. “I don’t think I said you could come over tonight.”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“Um,” you stopped when you were chest to chest with him, “Because it’s my apartment and I control who comes over.”

“Oh, you do?” he smirked at you, “Then why am I standing here?”

“Because you’re an asshole.”

He snorted, quickly grabbing your jaw with his free hand and digging his forefinger and thumb into either side. “You are just begging to be punished, and here I thought you wanted me to come over. Like you have every night since I fucked your whore brains out for the first time.”

“Stoppit,” you tried to spit back at him, your face beginning to ache from his strong grip. You brought your hands up, trying to claw his from your face but it was no use, he was too strong. So you settled for pouting, giving him your sad, puppy eyes.

Ren hummed, bringing your face close to his own. Enough to rub his strong nose against yours as he spoke, “You’re so lucky that I like you.”

Your eyebrows shot up, pulled together in confusion. Ren only laughed at you, placing a kiss to your own swollen lips before he pulled away, “Why are you surprised?”

You yanked away from him, stumbling into the back of your couch, “You’ve never said anything like that before...”

“God you're dumb,” Ren groaned, beginning to roll up his sleeves before he began to unbutton his pants like he originally did. “Would I have risked my career for you if I didn’t?”

“Well,” you looked away, scuffing the floor with your slipper as you mumbled, “Why didn’t you say anything when I came in today...”

His pants fell to the ground, stepping out of them while he laughed again, “What am I supposed to say, Hey sweetie, who's your friend?”

“No,” you wiped your nose with your sleeve, ignoring Ren as he moved towards you and wrapped his arms around your waist. He rocked his body into yours, humming in your ear as he kissed behind it, “I’m trying to not make it obvious that I fucked you at my office.” Ren slid his hands under your sweater, his cold hands causing you to hiss into his shoulder, “I know you want me to be publically affectionate with you, but it’s too soon after your surgery to do that. Not while I’m still treating you for your recovery.”

You nodded, realizing that you technically were still his patient. You had a follow-up exam in 4 months with him and after that, you wouldn’t be an ‘active patient’ anymore. It made sense now that you thought about it, but you still didn’t like it. You sighed into him, bringing your hands up to his shoulders and squeezing them, so he knew you heard him. Ren kissed the side of your head, mumbling into your hair, “Now, can you take your pants off, please.”

Five minutes later, Ren was fucking you from behind. You were on your hands and knees on top of your mattress, wailing as his cock tore into you. He thrust into you fast and hard, moaning above you as he scratched down your bareback. “You’re such a good girl, taking me so well.”

“Fuck-Kylo-don’t stop I’m gonna cum!”

Ren grabbed your right thigh, swiftly rolling you onto your back and popping his cock out of you. He placed a heavy palm on your lower belly and shoved two fingers inside your cunt. Twisting and fucking your slick out of you as you writhed, his fingers were just long enough to hit your g-spot, but not enough to make you cum. You wiggled around, begging for him to let you cum, but he just shook his head. Long hair covering up his face while he watched your cunt swallow his fingers. Ren spat on your clit, bringing his thumb down to press on it. Mouth popping open in awe as you screamed, “Yes! Yes! Fuck!”

Just as you were on the cusp once again, he yanked his hand out of you. Thumb leaving your clit, pulling your bottom up to perch on the tops of his thighs. Bringing your cunt high in the air, and your asshole level with his cock. He watched your face turn red with fury, waiting until you opened your mouth to yell at him before he shoved his slick fingers into your asshole.

“Oh my god,” you wailed, eyes rolling back into your head as he started a brutal pace of working your rim open.

“Such a slut,” he chastised you, fucking his fingers faster into your asshole, “Listen to you, you’re just letting me fuck this hole open. Do you want my cock in here?”

You nodded silently, mouth opening and closing as you cried.

“Where do you want it?”

“My-my ass,” you cried. Wiggling your hips working his fingers inside you more and more. He stalled, keeping his two digits fully inside you as he watched your breathing calm down. “Reach into your drawer, and grab that silly toy you have.”

“Wh-what toy?”

“Don’t be coy whore,” he hissed, “Grab that sorry excuse for a cock out of there and stick it in your mouth. Get it nice and wet for me.”

You reached over to the drawer, whining as you moved. His fingers wouldn’t budge inside you, he even started to lean over you as he watched you scramble for it. You practically cried when you produced it, looking at him and waiting for his praise. “Well?” he asked.

“I got it,” you rasped, your voice breaking from your screams. He tore it from your hand, his open dwarfing it from his size. Bringing the silicone to your lips as he commanded you to open wide. You quickly popped open, moaning as he shoved the length of it down your throat, clasping his palm over the base so you couldn’t cough it out. Ren started fucking you again with his fingers, watching in awe as you sucked the cock as he commanded.

You rolled your tongue around it the best you could, gagging on the length that tickled the back of your throat. You shut your eyes in bliss, loving the feeling of him stretching you out until he pulled his fingers from you. Swiftly replacing it with his cock head and ramming into you with little remorse.

“Uh-yes-Fuck, squeeze my cock,” he moaned, pushing in all the way inside you. Rens eyes briefly flashed to your own, watching your face contorted from pain to pleasure as he thrust in and out of you. Your ass slowly becoming numb to his movements, pleasure pouring out of your neglected cunt, dripping down to the base of his cock each time he pulled out. Ren fucked you for a few more minutes like this, keeping his hand over your mouth to force you to choke on the silicone. While he tore you apart on his fat cock.

Ren stopped fully inside you, panting over you, “Is that nice and wet, love?”

You nodded behind his hand, letting out a muffled yes. He popped it out of your mouth, leaning back to inspect the spit that was collected on it. A dark smile graced his perfect lips as he brought it down to your cunt, his only warning a soft command, “If it starts to hurt, say red.”

Ren shoved the length of the cock inside your cunt, smiling as you screamed out in pleasure. Heaving as he started to fuck you again in the ass, using one hand to keep the base of the other cock inside your cunt to the brim. You were drunk on the feeling of his cock pushing against the dildo, feeling your walls stretch and constrict each time he thrust inside you. Ren was moaning as much as you were, babbling about how good you were, ‘a good whore, taking two cocks for him, letting him fuck you however he wanted.’

You nodded in pleasure, cunt weeping around the dildo as he tore your ass open. Ren growled at you, “Fuck your cunt, show me how you like to be fucked.”

You wasted no time grabbing the base from him, letting his hands pry your legs open further so he could better fuck you. Ren growled at you when you took it completely out watching you shove it back inside yourself, attempting to match his pace. Both of you were moaning and crying out, your cunt was squelching out wetness each time you pushed back inside. You brought a hand down to your hole, scooping some out with your first and second finger. Bringing the wetness to your clit, instantly crying out when you touched it.

“Fuck, you just squeezed me so fucking hard, are you gonna cum?” Ren pleaded, his forehead slicked with sweat. His chest was red and splotchy, muscles overexerting their strength as he held back his release. You nodded at him, moaning out yes yes yes.

“Cum with me baby, cum while I fill your dirty ass up.”

Both of you cried out, loud enough for you to hear your neighbor pound on your shared wall. You mumbled out a drunken ‘sorry’ as you felt Ren cum inside you. Softly pulling the silicone out of your abused cunt, followed by Ren wincing as he pulled his cock out of you. Softly petting the backs of your thighs as he cooed at you, “God you’re so beautiful, so made for me.”

He leaned over your body, placing a kiss on your lips. Lingering for a few moments as you both sighed in relief. Ren rolled onto his back, letting you both have a moment to catch your breath, his right hand finding its way into your knotted hair. Trying to detangle the pieces he had ruined, you pulled your head away. Whining as you sat up, turning to look at his blissed-out face, “Want me to go heat up some leftovers?”

“Please,” he croaked.

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WAIT IM NOT DONE YET! I HAVE MORE TO SAY BUT THIS PART IS SFW.

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You slipped on your bathrobe, waddling to the kitchen while you tied your hair back into a decent bun. You cleared the island off, placing his briefcase and his keys next to the front door, he's notorious for forgetting them when he leaves in the mornings. You popped the leftovers in the microwave, taking a sip from your room temperature margarita while you waited.

KNOCK KNOCK

“Ugh, probably the neighbor,” you grumbled. Pulling your robe tight over your naked body, glancing through the doorway to your room to see if Ren was somewhat clothed, or hidden from public viewing. You whipped the door open ready to apologize profusely when you were pushed aside.

“Hey, girl!” Rose yipped, slightly limping on her freshly uncasted knee. She was followed by your friends Bazine and Finn who had very large wine bottles in their clutches. “You weren’t answering your phone, and you were so bummed out after my doctors' appointment today so I thought you could use some company!”

“Yeah, we even brought you your favorite bottle!” Finn squealed. Quickly grabbing the bottle opener from your kitchen and uncorking the Red Blend. Bazine gave you a smile, “And I got out of my family dinner, my dad’s pissed because my uncle bailed too but I wanted to see you!”

“Uh,” you choked, “It’s not really a good time, I was just-uh-hopping in the shower!”

“Its okay, we've all seen you naked before,” Rose rolled her eyes, propping her leg up on an empty seat as she took a drink.

“And it’s not like you’re doing anything-,”

“Love, have you seen my pants? My pager went off and I can't find my-” Ren came out of the bedroom, only dressed in his boxers and socks. Freezing as all eyes turned to him. He slowly covered his nether region with one arm, eyes flashing over to you for help. You opened your mouth to speak but were cut off.

“Doctor Ren?”

“Uncle Kylo?”

You quickly spun to look at Rose and Bazine, Rose was staring at him with a huge smile while Bazine was completely mortified. Ren quickly shuffled towards the couch, grabbing his pants and running into the bedroom. The door slamming shut, behind it you heard Ren swearing in a fit of rage. Both heads swiveled to you, the microwave beeping the only sound in the room. You gave them a weak smile, darting to the bedroom right behind him.

Inside Ren was furious, angrily throwing his pants on. He wrestled with his undershirt while you scrambled for his dress shirt, batting his hand away from the buttons since he was too mad to do them himself. “Why the fuck are they here!?” he hissed.

“I don't know! I haven’t checked my phone all night!”

“Jesus,” he groaned, “Why is my niece here? Drinking? She is not 21 yet, why is she even your friend?”

“Okay,” you scoffed, “I didn’t know Baz was your niece, second you do not get to blame me for my friends coming over when you do it unannounced all the time!” Ren wiggled out of your grasp, moving to the side of your bed that had his shoes while he continued to angrily dress. “Well, I got called back to work so you have fun with your little friends. Gossiping about how you’re fucking your friend's uncle AND your doctor. Fuck my brothers going to kill me.”

He burst out of the bedroom, avoiding eye contact with everyone as he moved towards the front door. Yanking the lab coat from behind Bazine, before he shot a glance at Rose, “I see you aren’t wearing the brace I gave you Miss Tico.”

Rose giggled, opening her mouth for a retort but Ren grabbed his briefcase and slammed the front door before she could utter a word. You walked to the kitchen, reaching for four wine glasses before facing the crowd. Silently grabbing the bottle from Finn’s hand and pouring yourself a healthy glass. Finn cleared his throat, “So, wanna talk about what just happened?”

You leaned on the counter, rubbing your face with your hands before peaking through your fingers, “It’s nothing.”

“You should’ve told us you were sleeping with him!” Rose squealed, her enthusiasm far too high for your liking. Bazine poured herself a glass before she spoke, “You know he has a kid right?”

“I did not know that,” you mumbled into your palm, “It doesn’t matter he won’t be coming back.”

Your front door flew open once more, proving you wrong on the spot, as Ren stormed back in. Snatching his keys from the counter before he spoke, “Baz I won’t tell Ben that you’re drinking if you keep your mouth shut about this, deal?”

She nodded her head quickly, muttering in reply, “Thank you, Uncle Ky.”

He turned to you, chewing the inside of his chew as he approached. Ren sighed when he stepped next to you, placing a soft kiss on your temple while he mumbled, “I’m sorry for being rude, Love. I’ll come get you in the morning for breakfast.” With that, he ran out again, the door shutting for the final time tonight. You grabbed your wine glass and began to drink again, downing about half before you spoke.

“So he has a kid?”

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HAHAHAHAHA IM SORRY BUT I AM CACKLING AT MYSELF. ALSO BAZINE IS 20 IN THIS, WE AGAIN ARE 22 LIKE IN THE FIRST HIPAA VIOLATIONS. YOU'RE WELCOME.

@finn-ray-nal-beads @historyandfandoms50

#adam driver #adamdriver #doctor ren #kylo ren #modern kylo ren #surgeon kylo ren #anon answered #Hipaa Violation #this is my favorite AU #i will never stop loving surgeon kylo and I will die on that hill

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Be Together? Vince Dunn

Warnings: swearing, self-esteem/body image issues, but nothing too serious!

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You and Vince had been hooking up for a while now. If you were being honest, you had no idea why it was even happening. You weren’t his usual type, not the gorgeous Instagram models that he was seeing and although you didn’t talk about stuff like that with each other, it’s all you could think about.

You had met through Sammy, he was one of your oldest friends and so naturally, you had spent a lot of time with Vince too. It wasn’t long after you had met that you started hooking up, you both had made it clear that it would just be a friends with benefits type deal. Especially since his hot shot, superstar status was rising quickly. Surprisingly, you had made all these years without anything going awry.

You always had a soft spot for him, and naturally feelings developed. But you had always been able to just live with it because you liked what you had going, you didn’t want to complicate things, and you never thought that he would feel the same way. Especially when he had these gorgeous women at his beck and call.

You spent a lot of time trying to figure out why you were still having sex when he did have these women around. You chalked it up to convenience and maybe the fact that it was good? It was always really good for you, and you thought that it was good for him but you didn’t know how these other girls were in bed.

For the most part it was strictly friends with benefits. You didn’t do too much together that was “couple like,” but you were very good friends. Most of the time when you hung out it was with Sammy and some of the guys. You texted some, mostly just snap chatted when he was on the road and wanted to sext, but what got you the most was all of the pillow talk. Before, after...it didn’t really matter. He was so sweet with you, that’s when you talked about your families, friends, deep dark secrets, fears, just about anything. That’s how you became so close. For you, he was really the only one that ever stayed the night and through the next morning. You knew Vince’s M.O. wasn’t to have people stay but you were sure there were a few girls that did with him. When you first started hooking up you did it quite often. As time went on it was more sparse, mostly when neither of you had anyone to go home with, or if it was just convenient.

You were aware that you were really kind of his last resort most of the time. It was shitty but you just tried not to think about it that way because you liked hooking up with him and in some ways you did the same thing to him. Although you had canceled on a few guys once Vince reached out which you were sure he would never do for you.

Nights out could be tricky. If you had someone to go home with then you didn’t spend the night trying to suppress your jealous feelings when Vince was with another girl. But when he was going home with someone else and you didn’t have anyone, it was tough for you to watch. But you just had to grin and bear it because you were just friends.

Remarkably enough, for a long time no one really knew about you and Vince besides your friends and the team. You were thankful for that because you knew how much hate girls that hook up with players usually get. You had seen your fair share of bunny blogs and you wanted to keep your name out of them. However, that ended when someone spotted you two kissing outside of a club one night. Rumors started flying, hateful comments came rolling in, but of course Vince didn’t really pay any attention or even noticed what was happening. You knew it wasn’t his fault, and you weren’t mad at him, but you were definitely upset and unfortunately mostly taking it out on him.

You decided to just distance yourself a bit, not be the one to reach out first, avoid him at gatherings...you weren’t really sure why because you knew that wasn’t going to do anything, but it made you feel better, at least you thought it did. It got worse when you were at a game with Sammy’s girlfriend, Amy, and the girls in front of you were talking about you. You were sure they didn’t know you were there, but up until that point, you just had to read about how fat you were and you had no chance of competing with the girls after Vince, you didn’t have to hear it in person. You didn’t want them to win so you promised yourself you would stay at the game, but you’d opt out of going out with the team after. You tried to scoot out after the game but Amy pulled you down to the locker room so it was nearly impossible to get out of it. You tried your best but Sammy wouldn’t allow it.

So that’s how you ended up miserable in a booth, watching Vince dance with some tall, skinny, blonde, who also just happened to be one of the lovely girls who was talking about you. If you were going to make it through the night you were going to need lots of alcohol so you were pounding vodka sodas. You had just gone to get another one and were heading back to the booth when someone stopped in front of you and took it out of your hand.

“Don’t you think you’ve had enough?” You glared up when you saw that it was Vince and tried to grab it but he held it over your head.

“Give it back.” You said, not so smoothly as you stumbled a bit as you tried to reach for it.

“You’re wasted, y/n/n. You’re done.”

“No I’m not, I'm fine.”

“I’ve been watching you all night, you’ve had about 6 of these.”

You rolled your eyes, “Vince, not tonight please. Just give me the drink and go back to your little barbie doll.”

“Is that what this is about?”

“Is what about?”

“Why you’ve been ignoring me and why you’re completely obliterated tonight?”

“Wow, obliterated, that’s a big word.”

“What the fuck, y/n? Why are you acting like this?” He asked, dragging you to a quiet corner. You really didn’t want to get into it here, especially not while you were this drunk, and you really didn’t want to cry in the club so you tried to end the conversation.

“I’m sorry, I just wasn’t in the mood tonight but Sammy dragged me here anyway. I’m just gonna go.”

You tried to walk away but he grabbed your arm. “Not alone, you’re not.” “Let go of me.”

“No, you’re too drunk to be going home alone.”

“I’m going to Uber.”

“Not by yourself!”

“Yes, by myself. You can’t tell me what to do, Vince.” With that, you pulled your arm out of his grasp and stalked off. You didn’t check to see if he was following you because you were sure he was and you didn’t want to slow down any and have him catch up to you.

You made it outside of the club and down a block before you felt a hand on your shoulder. “Y/n,” he said softly, “will you please tell me what’s wrong?”

You turned around to face him, you contemplated what you were going to say next, and just as you were about to start, you saw the girl trailing behind him.

“Just forget it, you’re an ass.”

He made a move to try and stop you but you shut him down. “Don’t.” With tears streaming down your face you turned and walked away.

When you finally made it home, you had a bunch missed calls and texts. A few from Vince but mostly from Sammy and Amy. You were too tired to listen to the voicemails and read through all of the texts so you just sent a text to Sammy telling him that you were home and you would talk to him later. After that, you shut your phone off and cried yourself to sleep.

The next day you woke up with a pounding headache. You sighed as you remembered last night's events, not wanting to deal with it you turned over and buried your head in the pillow for a few more minutes.

Once you had accepted that you weren't going to fall back asleep you got up and went to make a cup of coffee. You sat down on the couch and went through all of the text and voicemails from the night before.

You looked through Sammy’s texts first.

Okay... are you okay? What happened? Vince said you seemed really upset.

I'm coming over tomorrow morning whether you like it or not.

You rolled your eyes but texted him back telling him that you'd be here and he could come anytime.

You went through Vince texts next.

What was that all about?

Will you please let me know when you're home?

I'm really worried about you, y/n/n.

Can we talk tomorrow?

You were going to wait to respond. You weren't quite ready to talk to him, maybe after Sammy comes you'll text him back.

Your stomach growled and right as you moved to get up and make something Sammy called you.

"Hey, Sammy." You greeted softly.

"How are you?"

"I'm okay."

"Can I come over in a few?"

"Yeah, I was just about to make something for breakfast."

"I was gonna stop at Henderson's, do you want me to bring you a sandwich?"

"That would be great."

"Alright, I'll see you in a little bit."

"Thanks, Sammy."

You sat back down on the couch and turned on the TV while you waited for Sammy to come over. Your phone dinged and you saw another text from Vince.

Please text me back, y/n/n. I want to talk to you.

You sighed as you contemplated what to do. It really wasn't super fair of you to be ignoring him, he didn't really do anything wrong. You finally decided to text him back.

Sammy is coming over, but maybe later?

You didn't have to wait long for a response.

Alright, just let me know. Are you okay?

That's a pretty loaded question, Vince. But yeah, I'm fine. I'll see you later.

As soon as you put your phone down Sammy walked through the door. You stood up to help him with the bags he had in his arms and you walked into the kitchen. As soon as he set everything down he pulled you in for a hug. Once he let you go you both went and sat on the couch and started talking about what happened.

You told him what he already knew, that you had feelings for Vince and that you had been able to handle them but once people got wind of the two of you people had been so nasty towards you. You told him about the girl at the game and how she ended up being the one with him last night.

"I just don't know what to do anymore, Sammy. I really like hanging out with Vince but I just can't do this anymore, I can't keep doing this to myself. I know that he cares about me and I know that it's a little more than just a hookup, but I'm never going to be enough for him, and I can't keep putting myself through this kind of stuff. It's not fair to either of us."

"I'm sorry, y/n/n. I hate that you feel this way."

"It's okay, I knew what I was getting into, I've let it go on for 4 years so…”

“I think that you should talk to Vince before you make any decisions.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know, I mean, you haven’t actually told him about these feelings, and I think it would be worthwhile for you two to have this conversation. You don’t know what he’s feeling or what he’ll say.”

“Well, he’s coming over later I guess.”

“Good. I think you should tell him exactly what you just told me.”

“I know, I just…I don’t want to hear what I know he’s going to say.”

“What do you mean?”

“There’s a part of me that really hopes if I tell him this stuff that he’ll feel the same, but I know deep down that he doesn’t and I just know that I’m going to be crushed. That’s why I want the end to be on my terms.”

“I get that, y/n/n, I really do. But I think you should talk to him.”

“Do you know something that I don’t?”

“No, I just think you’ll regret it if you don’t.”

You sighed and sat back against the couch, “I know...you’re right.”

Sammy patted your thigh, “it’ll be alright. And if things don’t go your way, then it will give you the chance to start moving on.”

You put your head on his shoulder and he pulled you in close. You sat like that for a little bit before focusing back on your food and talking about other things.

He hung out for a few more hours and then left so you could have Vince over. You texted him a little bit after Sammy left and he replied right away saying he’d be over in a few.

You started to get nervous. You were honestly kind of embarrassed about your outburst last night and you didn’t want to have to face him. But you weren’t left too much time to dwell as you heard a knock on the door. You reluctantly got up and went to the door, just now realizing that you still had on the sweats you slept in last night. He had seen you like this countless times, but you felt more vulnerable right now so you contemplated changing quickly.

“Just a minute!!” You called through the door and you ran to your room to throw on some leggings and a sweater.

You composed yourself and then opened the door. A small smile met your sheepish grin and you moved to the side so he could step around you. He walked over to the couch and sat down. You followed behind him but didn’t sit down quite yet.

“Do you want anything to eat or drink?” You offered softly.

“Water?”

You nodded and went to grab two glasses of water before sitting down next to him.

He took a sip and then put it down on the coffee table and looked over at you. “So? What’s going on with you?”

You sighed, trying to find the right words, after a few moments you just went for it. “I can’t do this anymore…”

“What do you mean? Sleep together?”

“Yeah…”

“Why not?”

You sighed again, “I just, when we first started hooking up we said it would just be friends with benefits and I tried really hard for that, but I’ve developed feelings for you. Feelings that I’ve tried really hard to get rid of, and it worked for a while, but lately it’s been harder to do. I’m not sure if you even know this, but people found out about us, people have been talking, and they’re not good things. They’re awful actually. I’ve never been so insulted in my life, and it was starting to really get to me. And last night...that girl that you were with, I heard her talking about me at the game. She said some really hurtful things and it just really hurt to see you with her last night. I know you probably didn’t know that she said those things, but it was still really hard to see. It’s hard to see you going home with anyone that’s not me. It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way, I know you probably don’t. And if so, I'm just going to need a break from you for a little bit. I really value our friendship and I really hope that we can still salvage that part of our relationship but I can’t keep doing this to myself.” You tried to gauge his reaction but his face was unreadable. He sighed and sat back against the couch as he ran his hands over his face and through his hair. He didn’t say anything for a few moments, he just sat there looking in front of him. “Can you say something? Please?” You asked, getting very nervous.

“Yeah, sorry, I’m just, I had no idea that people knew and were saying things to you...I feel awful, y/n/n. I know how mean people can be...god, I’m so sorry. I, um, was really trying to protect you from this. I thought that by keeping our relationship the way that it was would prevent this from happening…” he paused and ran his hands through his hair again and then turned to face you. He took your hands in his and looked into your eyes. “Y/N, you are so important to me, I hope you know that. I know that I probably haven’t done the best job of showing you that, but you really are. I have feelings for you too, I don’t know how I couldn’t. You’re perfect. You’re smart, funny, kind, beautiful...you keep me honest and you check me when I need to be. I’m so mad at myself because I thought I was doing the right thing, I thought that in order to shield you from all of the hate we had to just stay friends. I know that was unfair of me to do, it was selfish. I want you to know that I don’t care what other people think. It’s just, you’re so sweet, it honestly breaks my heart to think about the things that people are saying about you. You don’t deserve it. They don’t know you, babe. They don’t have the right to say those things about you. I definitely don’t want to lose you because of it. Please let me know how I can fix this...I can’t lose you.”

You had started crying at this point, Vince was wiping away your tears as you thought about what to say next. “It’s not your fault, Vince. I think that no matter how much you tried to protect me from it, it was inevitable. It comes with the territory, believe me, I know. I’ve been dealing with this kind of thing my whole life, it was just so much more of it, and I just got in my head about it, and I was starting to believe what they were saying...unfortunately you can’t stop them from saying these things. But can we just forget about them? And be together?”

“I would love nothing more. The whole world is going to know how perfect you are and how beautiful you are to me, I’ll reply to every nasty comment if I have to.”

You smiled at his eagerness, “okay, you don’t have to go that far, but I appreciate your willingness.”

“Anything for you, y/n/n…” he said, kissing you softly, “and I meant every word that I said. You make me a better person, and I don’t want a life without you in it.”

“I don’t want a life without you either, Vince...god, as much as I hate to admit it, Sammy was so right.”

Vince quirked an eyebrow, “what do you mean?” “He convinced me to tell you how I felt. I wasn’t going to...I was convinced you would never feel the same way that I do and I didn’t want to be let down.”

He chuckled at your admission. “He’s never going to let us live it down. He’s going to be taking credit for this for the rest of our lives…”

You smiled and sighed, “I guess there are worse things.”

Vince put his arm around you and pulled you close to him. You cuddled into his side and spent the rest of the afternoon snuggling and watching TV.

You knew that people were still going to have things to say about you and your relationship with Vince but you knew that you could through it with him by your side.

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Outercourse (Dino x M!Reader)

Kinktober Day 17: First Time

Pairing: Bottom Lee Chan (Dino) x Top Male Reader (NOT trans-friendly) Rating: Explicit Words: 1750 Summary: First times aren’t meant to go as planned, but when things don’t go as planned, Chan thinks he failed you. You show him there is more than one way to have sex. Note: I am taking kinktober as a chance to educate the kids, since school forgets gay people exist. Before anal sex, you really need to clean yourself or it just gets nasty. Learn all about cleaning here. Also yes, I know, late again, but at least I am fully up to date with The Boys. Tags: First time, outercouse, blowjob, handjob, frotting, established relationship and fuffy sex

You looked around your room. Suddenly the posters on the wall seemed weird. Suddenly, the desk seemed really untidy, even though you cleaned your entire room for today. Your head perked up when you heard your phone chime. You reached for it on the bedside table, your eyes briefly caught on the lube and condoms that were also there. Your heart pounded when you saw it was from your boyfriend. ‘I don’t think I can do this,’ the Line message said. You frowned and tossed the phone onto the bed, before getting up and making your way to the bathroom. You saw it was still locked and knocked gently on the door. “Channie? Baby?” You got no response. “Listen, if you want to wait with doing this, I’m not mad. It is ok to get cold feet at the last moment. Really, we can just rewatch some old Gag Con episodes and cuddle.”

You heard a sniff from inside, worrying you further. “I don’t have cold feet,” you heard your boyfriend’s small voice inside the bathroom. “I just… I messed up.” You heard him cry and placed your hand on the doorknob, before remembering it was locked.

“Please open the door. I came here to help you, Channie, with whatever you need.” You waited, then heard the lock slowly turn. You slowly opened the door, coming eye-to-eye with your boyfriend. He was wrapped in the biggest towel you head, eyes red and puffy and his hair damp. You pulled him into your arms and hugged him. “Hey, what’s wrong? Why have you been crying?” You asked gently, petting his damp hair.

He just started crying again. “I’m sorry, I messed up, I’m sorry. I…” You shushed him, bringing him back into the bathroom, ignoring the lingering smell of feces in the air. You kicked the toilet cover down with one foot and sat your boyfriend down on it.

“Hey, stop apologising, I’m not mad. What’s wrong?” You rubbed his bare arms as he held the towel tight against his body, as if afraid it would fall off.

“The water,” he sniffed, “isn’t clear.” He cried, looking so distressed. “And your shower is dirty.” You nodded, patting his knee, and walked over to the shower, seeing some brown chunks around the drain. You grabbed the showerhead and put it in jet mode. You squished some of your shampoo on the floor, giving your shower a quick flush and filling the bathroom with a different scent.

“The shower is all clean, baby, see? Nothing is wrong.”

“But, the water… I did everything. I followed the diet and I…”

You watched as Chan covered his mouth, trying to muffle his own cries. You crouched down in front of him and put your hands on his knees. “Hey, hey, it’s okay. This is the first time you do this, right?” He nodded. You reached out and wiped the tears off his face. “Well, if you fill your butt for too long, the water will go too far, so I think you just got a little too ambitious with the water and now it went too far into your colon, which can happen, it’s ok.” You rubbed his knees, speaking gently to calm him down. He already had been so nervous and this was just a little too much. “So... there are two things we can do. I can talk you through a deep clean or we just don’t do anything with anal tonight.” Chan took a long shaky breath, looking down at his lap like a child in trouble. You bent your head down, trying to look at him. “And I don't mind either option, ok? I love you, no matter what you choose.”

Chan sniffed again. When he spoke, his voice cracked. “If we’re leaving out anal, how are we going to have sex tonight?” You held back a chuckle and caressed his face.

You leaned in, so your lips were right next to his ear. “I could suck you off or… use my hands or... ” Your boyfriend swallowed audibly. “Rub my cock against yours or…”

“Yes.”

“What?”

“I want… all of that.”

You smiled and kissed his nose. "Come on then", you mused as you pulled him up to his feet. He pulled his hand from yours and took a step back, worrying you.

"Can you just… give me a minute?" You nodded slowly and flashed him a gentle smile. You told him you'd be back if he didn't return to the bedroom in ten minutes. You wanted to say five, but you didn't want to rush whatever he wanted to do.

You sighed when you were back in your bedroom. You took the phone off the mattress and placed it on the bedside table. You sat on the foot off the bed and took a few breaths, calming your own nerves. This was not your first time, but it was the first time with Chan and it was his very first time. You wanted him to enjoy it. Whatever you did, he had to have a good experience. You loved him so much and wanted him to have that.

“What are you thinking about?” You blinked as you were pulled from your thoughts. You turned your head to the door and saw Chan there, dressed in a bathrobe you bought for him after he spent the night at your place for the first time. It was a big step for your relationship. He looked ethereal, hair sticking up in some places, legs exposed from the knee down and the robe falling open a little to expose his chest.

“About you,” you confessed as you stood up and held your hand out for him. Chan took it, letting himself be pulled closer. You wrapped an arm around his waist and kissed him. “You’re so beautiful,” you breathed against his lips, before pulling him to the bed. You sat him down and crouched down in front of him. You put your hands on his ankles and slowly moved them up his legs. When your fingers touched the edge of the robe, you looked up at him. “May I?” Chan was red in the face, looking at you with wide eyes, but he nodded nonetheless.

You slowly pushed the robe up until his cock was visible. You didn’t look up at him as you kissed his soft cock, mouthing at it, before taking it in your mouth. Chan leaned back, breathing heavily as you made him feel things he had never felt before. He slowly grew hard in your mouth. You held one of his thighs with one hand, teasing yourself with the other. When he was at full length, you finally looked up at your boyfriend. He was flushed red, looking absolutely adorable. “Feels good baby?” He nodded, eyes half-closed and mouth hanging open. “Well let me show you my special trick.” You held his eyes with yours as you slowly took his cock in your mouth, deeper and deeper until you had his full length on your mouth. Chan cursed loudly.

You held him inside for as long as you could. You pulled yourself off him, gasping and panting as you stroked his slick length. “Felt good?” Chan moaned a positive reply. You kept stroking him, polishing his cock with the palm of your hands. Your other hand felt rough on your dry length. Still, you were completely hard. You wished you could fuck him tonight, but that would be a treat for later.

“I’m getting closer,” Chan warned you. His robe has completely fallen open and he looked like an absolute meal. You cursed at how edible he looked and stood up. Chan whined when you were no longer touching his cock.

“Get further onto the bed.” You must’ve sounded really horny, because Chan looked unbelievably turned on as he pulled the robe off himself and did as you told him to. In a flash, you were completely undressed as well. You straddled him and grabbed the lube. You covered your hands with it and wrapped them around both your cocks. You trusted into your hands, moaning as your cock rubbed right against your boyfriend’s.

“You’re so hot,” Chan breathed out, bucking into your hands. You nearly preened after hearing it from him. It was not like he never complimented you, but this was different, raw. You put one hand next to his head and leaned down to kiss him. With one hand you kept your cocks together.

Your lengths rubbed together as you got your tongue in your boyfriend’s mouth. His sounds got higher and your breathing got uneven. “Can I cum on you?” Chan nodded, head rising to have your lips against his again. You kissed him from his lips down his jaw to his neck, where you lightly bit the skin. Chan’s breath caught and he was completely quiet as his mouth fell open. You felt wetness covering your hand. You did not achieve your orgasm yet, so that left one other option. You let go of your own cock to focus completely on Chan’s. He spasmed as he came between you. You sat up, smiling as you wiped the cum away with your hand, before rubbing it over your cock, using it as additional lube.

You looked down on your boyfriend, who looked thoroughly fucked. The sight was so hot and you were already close. Hardly a minute later, you were shooting cum all over your boyfriend’s torso. Chan smiled at you as you covered him in your cum. Once you were done riding the wave of your orgasm, you let go of your cock. “Damn,” you panted, looking at the mess you made. You wanted this sight engraved on your retina forever. Chan looked content and happy, while his chest was painted white with your cum.

“Thank you,” Chan hummed. His finger touched some of your cum. He looked at it, before looking at you. You nearly came again as you watched him lick your cum off the tip of his finger. You laughed when he made a face, clearly not liking the taste of it.

You patted his side. “I’ll get you a wet towel, so you don’t need to lick it all off yourself.” You gave him a wink, before climbing off the bed. You were already at the door when you turned around. “Oh and… thank you too.” You flashed him a smile, before disappearing to get that wet towel you promised him.

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Hey There Delilah | Misfits Timeline Anomaly’verse

an oc x oc collaboration between @seanfalco & @super-unpredictable98

Word Count: 3.2k Warnings: Language, Violence Summary: When the quad runs into Win’s step-sister on the street, things get heated and Lydia stands up for herself and Win.

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"I can't believe the sun is actually out today, I feel like I haven't seen it in like forever," Win exclaimed, a grin stretching her face as she slipped her hand in her Nathan's and Lydia's, swinging their arms as she walked, looking more carefree than they'd seen her in days.

"Yeah, I feel like I was starting to go into vampire mode at this point," Lydia laughed, excited to see Win so happy. "I just hope my hair is okay, if the dye gets messed up I'm gonna punch someone."

"As long as it's not me," her Nathan mocked.

“Ooo you’d be a sexy vampire though,” Win pointed out with a laugh. As they turned the corner however, her grin faltered and disappeared.

"Shit..." Lydia mumbled under her breath, her gaze following Win’s.

"What? What'd I miss?" Lyddie's Nathan looked around confused until his clone nodded pointedly at the approaching blonde with a nasty aura and even nastier attitude.

“Delilah,” Win greeted tersely, her whole body tensing.

“Win,” she replied, wearing her usual fake smile. “What are the odds? We just saw you on tellie the other night. Didn’t know your man had a twin—“ she said, eyeing Lyddie’s Nathan appraisingly, “—or that you were into that sort of thing. But damn, I should have given you more credit,” she mused.

It took Lydia every single ounce of self-control not to jump on Delilah's neck when she stared at her fiancé like that. It also didn't help that she remembered in detail all the pranks, the rumors, and the teasing from when she was younger. She never really understood why someone would be so mean to a 12-year-old.

"Hey how's it--" Lyddie's Nathan began, only to be cut off when she elbowed him. "Okay," he mouthed apologetically.

“Oh yeah, definitely into that,” Win replied acerbically, though she wore a rather wry smile that didn’t reach her grey eyes. “Plus, this is my girlfriend too,” she said, pulling Lyddie closer to press a kiss to her cheek. “The sex is amazing by the way. Three at once will blow your mind.”

Delilah merely rolled her eyes.

"Definitely," Lydia held back her laughter, taken by a sudden fit of confidence. "It's a little demanding to have so many orgies, but it's definitely worth the effort. So glad you were able to see us on the red carpet though, it was so much fun, you should've been there."

“Oh, you thought I’d be impressed?” Delilah scoffed, eyeing each of them in turn. “I was gunna say, you’re actually more of a slag than I thought, Win.”

Win’s Nathan snorted, cutting in before anyone else could, his arm tightening protectively around Win’s waist, though he grinned lightly. “Aww someone’s jealous,” he pointed out. “Can’t exactly be a slag when you’re technically in a committed relationship with all your partners, but y’know.”

"Jesus, you're a bitch!" Lyddie's Nathan laughed. "How long has it been since someone gave you a good seein' to, love? Sounds like y'need it."

“Why, you volunteerin’?” Delilah countered, smirking at Lyddie’s Nathan and Win groaned.

"In your dreams." Lyddie's Nathan was ready to start a fight.

Lydia's blood was boiling, she knew this moment would eventually come, they couldn't avoid Win's family forever, but she never thought Delilah would be just plain rude like that. "Better to be a slag than an envious cunt who bullies kids, but that's just me..." she murmured quietly, half hoping no one would hear it.

The situation was clearly escalating and Win didn’t exactly want anyone throwing punches... even if Delilah deserved one. “C’mon guys, we’re gunna be late,” she said pointedly, giving Lyddie’s hand a tug.

"Yeah, let's go..." Lydia pulled her Nathan with them. She was anxious to get out of that situation, she hated confrontation, but something didn't sit right with her. "You know what? No, the time I used to let people walk all over me is over! I'm gonna go there and teach that bitch a fucking lesson!"

"Lollipop, there might be photographers..." her Nathan warned.

"I don't give a flying fuck! She can't talk to my girlfriend like that, hit on my fiancé, dump a bucket of piss on me, and run free!"

"She did what?" he winced.

"Lyddie, trust me, if anyone wants to slug Delilah, it's me, but..." Win trailed off, shaking her head. "I don't want any of us t'end up back in Community Service over this… or worse.”

"But baby... Community Service wasn't that bad," Lyddie argued. "Am I still that scared little girl who's just gonna run away from a bully? Nathan..." she looked for support from Win's Nathan, who grinned.

"Oh I agree, I mean, other than th'whole murderin' our probation workers and all that, Community Service wasn't all that bad. Besides, I never woulda met yeh otherwise, Win baby," he exclaimed. "Plus I bet Lyds would look hot as fuck punchin' that twat out."

"It's three against one, sorry," Lydia turned around to go after Delilah.

"Jesus..." Lyddie's Nathan followed her, wanting to at least make sure she didn't get hurt, but who was he kidding, she was a human fortress.

Win groaned, not moving for a moment, watching the others. "Alright, alright," she mumbled, reluctantly following after.

"Hey, hey there!" Lydia shouted when she spotted Delilah's tacky outfit in the crowd. There were some people around, but she didn't care. "I think you owe us an apology!"

Delilah turned around, frowning. "Oh, y'think that do you?" she scoffed. "I tell ya what, why don't you hold your breath."

Lyddie's Nathan let out a high-pitched laugh, thinking about how ironic it was that she actually didn't need to breathe that often with her power. "Listen, I don't know who you think you are, but you can't talk shit about people and expect nothing to happen. So, you can either apologize to my girlfriend and to me, or we can do things the hard way..." Lydia flashed the girl a hollow grin.

Delilah rolled her eyes. “Oh, the hard way huh? What are you?” she scoffed. “I’m not afraid of you. Scamper off now,” she exclaimed, making a shooing motion with her hand.

"What am I?" Lydia chuckled, fueled by rage. "I'm your worst nightmare, bitch."

"Okay, that was kinda hot..." her Nathan whispered, nudging his clone's arm.

Win’s Nathan raised his eyebrows at Lydia’s fiery comeback. “Yeah... that’s definitely hot,” he agreed, eyeing Win as she held back, watching. He knew how much she hated her step sister, so he wondered what was going on inside her head. Why wasn’t she saying anything? He thought she of all people would be in Lydia’s place.

"Just do yourself a favor, apologize to my girlfriend and to me, so we can move on and you won't go home crying to your mummy," Lydia tried to sound threatening, but it probably came off more as mockery than anything else. "And chop-chop cause we don't have all day, y’Paris Hilton wannabe."

Delilah’s mouth fell open and she turned back to face Lydia. “Are you seriously threatening me right now? No, I’m not gunna apologize to you or my slag of a step sister. You call me a wannabe? Look in the mirror, sweetheart. You think you’re hot shit because you’re some singer. Who gives a damn? You’re tacky is what you are. Your boyfriends are average and your girlfriend is a fucking slag who’s slept with half of Wertham by now. She’s such a fuck up her own dad wants nothing to do with her.”

For a second, all Lydia could do was laugh, thinking that had to be some kind of joke, but as she stared deep into Delilah's eyes, her anger grew. Without thinking twice, she tackled the other woman, which was easy taking in consideration that Lydia was taller.

"Some singer? Some singer who just won album of the year, bitch! What have you done? Huh? Didn't leave mama's house yet? If my boyfriends are so average why do you wanna shag them so bad?" Lyddie shouted, pinning the girl to the ground while her Nathan tried to glamor them so no one would see it.

"What you've done to me… you made my life hell on Earth, but I don't give a shit about that. You take back the things you said about my girlfriend! She's not a slag or a fuck up and if her dad doesn't want anything to do with her than he's the stupid one!"

"Get off me you stupid bitch!" Delilah shrieked, trying to push Lydia off. "I don't know what the fuck you're talkin' about! I didn't do shit to you! Winrey! Get your crazy girlfriend off me! You think my mum's gunna let you get away with this!!"

Win's lips curled evilly, but all she did was cross her arms over her chest. "Sorry, D, you brought this on yourself," she murmured.

"Your mum can talk to me instead, how about that? So I can tell her that her daughter has been bullying children! I know what you did to Blossom Bellamy, remember her? You and your friend Karla decided to fuck her entire life up last year?" Lyddie's Nathan swallowed thickly, he didn't understand why he was so turned on when the situation was quite serious.

"Why do you care about Bellamy?" Delilah cried, confused as she continued to try to fend Lydia off, getting a few good swings in herself. "Jesus, you're fucking crazy! Winrey, I swear to God, I'm gunna make your life a living hell if you don't get this bitch off me!"

"I care about her because she's a defenseless child! You traumatized her for life, you fucking monster! And you're doing the same mind terrorism with my girlfriend, I won't stand for that!" Lydia's self-healing was coming in handy at the moment, whenever Delilah hit her, she barely had time to feel the pain. "I'm not scared of your mum, or your dad, or whoever the fuck you’re gonna cry to! Good luck telling everyone Lyddie Young did this to you... See who's gonna believe it." Lydia punched Delilah square in the face, drawing blood.

Win raised her eyebrows, but she looked more bored than anything, enjoying watching Lydia get her revenge, even if she knew this would probably come back to bite her in the ass. She knew Karen wouldn't let this go. Her Nathan glanced down at her however, sensing an underlying tension and he placed his hand on her shoulder, squeezing lightly. "Win?"

Win tensed further at his touch, but she didn't look at him, just kept her eyes on Lydia and Delilah.

"Yeah, well, now I'm gunna go to the fuckin' police!" Delilah was crying now, tears streaming down her face. "You're not gunna get away with this!" she sobbed.

"Good luck finding your witnesses, princess," Lydia taunted, ready to throw another punch, but her Nathan lifted her up as you would do with a kitten.

"That's enough, that was worth an apology and a half," he said, holding his fiancé tightly in his arms.

"Can you make my fingerprints vanish? Don't leave a single trace of me on her," Lyddie whispered.

"Yeah yeah, leave it to me..." he snapped his fingers.

"Are you alright, baby?" Lydia turned and finally noticed Win's face.

Win nodded slowly, her gaze flicking past Lydia and Nathan to where Delilah was pushing herself up as people walked past, as if not even seeing her. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine," Win answered, a hollowness to her voice, making her Nathan frown slightly. "It was good to see you tackle her," she chuckled, sounding a little more like herself.

"I did it for you," Lyddie wrapped her arms tightly around Win. "I know you're tense, but relax, she got what she deserved... I'm fine, see? Not one scratch."

"Jesus, that was... I wish I had a camera, where's Barry with his stupid phone when we need him?" Lyddie's Nathan grunted.

"Y'know you have a phone, right?" Win's Nathan pointed out with a laugh as Win wrapped her arms around Lyddie.

"I'm glad you're okay, I never doubted you for a moment," she murmured. "I'm not sure what's up with me," she admitted. She'd wanted to take out her frustrations on her step sister for so long, so she couldn't understand why she felt so strange.

"So do you! I was glamourin' them, what's your excuse?" Lyddie's Nathan stuck his tongue out.

“I-I don’t know!” Win’s Nathan exclaimed, giving his clone a playful shove. He still felt worried about Win. He knew something was going on with her, he just didn’t know what.

"Well, maybe we should get to our movie, yeah?" Lydia pecked Win's lips before dusting herself off. "You guys are gonna love Percy Jackson, it's not as good as the musical but still..."

“Right, yeah, the movie,” Win exclaimed, letting Lydia pull her away down the street. It was just as they’d gotten to the theatre, Lyddie getting their tickets that Win’s phone rang and she flinched as she looked at the screen. “It’s my dad...” she murmured, looking to her Nathan.

“D’you want me t’answer it?” he asked softly.

"Hey, guys, I got tickets! Are you ready for some lightning stealing demigods and young Logan Lerman action?" Lydia squeaked as she joined the rest of the group. "I can get us popcorn and... what happened?"

"It's Win's dad," Lyddie's Nathan explained. "The Wicked Bitch o'the West must've told him."

"Do you want me to take it?" Lydia asked, feeling suddenly courageous.

“No, it’s fine,” Win exclaimed, biting her lip. She was half tempted not to take it at all, but she knew that would only make things worse. “I.. I can talk to him,” she said, though it wasn’t very assuring.

"Put it on speaker then, this way you don't have to do it alone," Lyddie held Win from behind, kissing her cheek. "Don't be scared, we're here for you, Winnie baby."

Win nodded, taking a deep breath. “Yeah, that might be for the best,”she murmured, accepting the call and holding the phone out so the others could hear. “Hello?”

“Winrey Jane Lewis, is it true?”

“Is what true?” she replied, her dad’s voice full of disappointment more than anger.

“Did you and your friends assault your sister?” he asked incredulously.

“She’s not my sister,” Win grumbled stonily. “And no, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Win, please. Don’t test me. She sent us a picture, she’s bleeding and covered in bruises, and she said it was you and your boyfriend and some girl. Now is it true?”

Lydia tried not to laugh at the image of Delilah sending a picture to Win's dad to show how messed up she was. Come on, Lyds, this is serious! "I don't know what this is about, do you know what this is about, Natty?" she covered her smile. "There were some security cameras around, you can always check them..."

Win’s Nathan nodded, glancing back toward where they’d come from. Spotting a couple traffic cameras he snapped his fingers and gave a flourish, a focused look on his face before turning back to them. “This power comes in awful handy,” he mused.

“No, dad, I don’t know what she’s on about. She musta... tripped and fell on her face or somethin’.” There was a long pause as her dad sighed and Win could just imagine him running his hand down his face in exasperation. “She is rather clumsy...” he replied slowly, though he knew it was a lie.

"How awful of her trying to pin this onto us..." Lydia fake cried, while high-fiving Win's Nathan and blowing him a kiss. "She must be imagining things."

"Truly, truly horrible..." Lyddie’s Nathan whispered, laughing against her neck, while she tried to slap him away to hear the conversation. Oh, she couldn't wait to tell Simon she was finally able to give that bitch a beating, he was gonna be so proud!

“What I’m more worried about... Winrey, is it true what she said... about you dating three people at the same time?” Win’s dad asked reluctantly. “You know how I feel about the one you brought over here, but we saw you on tv the other night and Delilah...” he cut off with a heavy sigh. “It doesn't sound natural!”

Win grimaced, unsure how to answer. Of course she was dating three people at the same time, two of which were technically the same person.

"Hey, hello sir," Lydia took the phone when she noticed Win's discomfort. She was really on a roll, after getting a taste of blood she wanted more. "Hi, Mr. Lewis, I'm Lyddie, your daughter's girlfriend. I can assure you there's nothing unnatural about our relationship at all... actually nature is pretty non-monogamist if you think about it. You don't have anything to worry about really..."

Win bit her lip as Lydia took the phone, but her Nathan wrapped his arms around her waist, leaning over her to kiss her cheek. “It doesn’t matter what he thinks, love,” he whispered in her ear and she nodded reluctantly.

Win’s father heaved a heavy sigh on the other end of the line. “I just... I just want her to be happy,” he admitted, sounding torn and Win snorted. It almost seemed like he wanted to say more, but held back, not wanting to be rude to Lydia. “Just... don’t attack Delilah again. It could have been a wind up, she’s pulled those before to get what she wants, but if it happens again, I don’t think I can hold her mother off. Alright?”

"I can guarantee, sir, we're making Win very happy," Lydia winked at her, trying to make her feel better. It seemed like living with two Nathans was slowly rubbing off on her. "Besides we're all pacifists, we would never attack Delilah, we had a very civil conversation, that's all. But you might wanna look into your step daughter's behavior, you know the name calling, the mean pranks... you might have a certified Veruca Salt on your hands, Mr. Lewis."

“Oh, he knows he that,” Win muttered, taking the phone back from Lyddie. “He just has no backbone.”

Putting the phone to her ear she sighed. “There, you happy dad?” she demanded.

“Not really,” he answered with a huff. “I wish you’d come home—“

“That place is not my home,” she cut in.

“I’m home here with Nathan and Lyddie and...” Shaking her head she changed the subject. “Unless you wanna make more of an effort. Piss off.”

“Wait! Winrey, I lo—“ She ended the call before he could finish, a strange look on her face.

“There, now that that’s done, we’re probably late to our move,” she scowled.

"No, baby, we probably just missed the trailers... and even if we are a little late it only gets interesting after Percy goes to Camp Half Blood anyways, come here," Lydia pulled Win into a hug, waving her hand so the Nathans would join. "I love you, Winnie, if Delilah wants to set her mother onto us, so be it, but I'm not scared of anyone... Not anymore." She thought for a second and huffed a laugh. "Well, maybe I'm scared of some people, but not them."

A small smile spread across Win’s lips as she slipped her arms around Lydia, burying her face in her chest. “I love you too. You were pretty amazing today,” she murmured, feeling more arms envelope them.

She was right. This was her home, these people, and the fierce amount of love she felt for them gripped her stronger than before.

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Home Sick

70s!Roger x Reader x Ben

Warning(s): Swearing, mentions of sex, Roger being a little shit

Notes: How does this universe work, you ask. Shhhh, I tell you, just let us live in fantasy land. Aka I watched BoRhap again and I'm a sucker for Rog and Ben. Also very inspired by @strangeandwonderfulconcepts ‘s versions of this couple. I feel like it’s kind of all over the place, though.

Summary: Ben's away for filming and you're left at home with Roger who's working on Queen's new album and annoying you.

“Roger Taylor, I swear to God!”

Ben bit his lip as a smile spread across his lips, trying not to laugh at your outburst. He was sat in his hotel room, phone pressed to his ear, enjoying the small amount of downtime he had before filming resumed the next day. “What’s he done now?”

“He keeps poking me in the ass with his drumsticks. Oh!” You (who was back at Roger’s mansion in Surrey) cried out again. “Roger I will throw this lamp at you!”

Ben heard Roger’s muffled reply in the background. He could picture the mischievous grin on his face.

“Oh, so the lamp’s important but that TV you threw out the window- it is not different!”

Ben couldn’t stop smiling. The bickering was a little childish and silly, but it warmed Ben’s heart to hear the two people he loved the most bicker about nothing.

“And put that damn cigarette out! You’ll burn the house down with that nasty habit.”

Ben could tell Roger was right next to you now as he said. “Ben thinks it’s sexy. Don’t you, Ben?”

“Yeah, well, Ben also thinks you look sexy in leopard print.”

“Hey!”

Ben couldn’t hold back his laughter now.

Both you and Roger were smiling at his laugh on the other end, playfully shoving each other to get closer to the phone so you could hear him.

You let out a squeal suddenly and Ben heard the crash of something that he assumed to be the lamp mentioned earlier. “Honestly!”

He could hear Roger laughing as he ran away. You’d obviously missed him with the lamp.

“God, Ben, I’ve got to go. Our boyfriend is being a pain in the ass and I’ve gotta kiss the brains outta him. Talk to you tomorrow?”

“’Course. Tell Rog, I love him.”

"Of course,”

“G’night, Y/N,” Ben said. “Love you.”

“We love you, too, Ben. Goodnight.”

You hung up and Ben sat there quietly for a moment, the phone still pressed to his ear as he remembered the sound of the laughter. God he missed them.

He’d worked on projects this long before but they’d always been right there in London where he could grab a taxi or have Roger come and pick him up at the end of the day. Now he was out of the country and he realized how much he took for granted the time he got to spend at home.

He assumed Y/N and Roger were accustomed to the situation. Roger was always gone on tour for months after they released a new album and Y/N sometimes had to travel for work, but Ben was always at home with one of them. Now he was the one branching off.

He set the phone on the nightstand and laid down in the white sheets of the hotel bed.

It felt odd, almost foreign to him; laying alone in a bed. Roger wasn’t there to snuggle his face into his neck or play with the hair at the nape of his neck. Y/N wasn’t there to spoon him or tangled their legs together. No playful fighting over the covers, no cold feet or wandering hands, no drumming of Roger’s fingers against his arm, no Y/N drawing shapes on his back. It was funny to think how much he’d grown accustomed to the feeling of not just one but two people (his two people) laying in bed with him.

He fell asleep with those thoughts and a longing ache in his chest.

Meanwhile, you were chasing Roger through the house, trying to take his drumsticks from him after he’d poked you in the ass one too many times. The two of you had just finished up doing...things and were enjoying a sweet moment until the drumsticks made a return.

Roger was laughing hysterically and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t grinning from ear to ear.

You were clad in only Roger’s white button up, your underwear, and socks while Roger had opted to only return to his boxers.

Suddenly he was cornered in the kitchen and you jumped onto his back, reaching an arm over his shoulder for the sticks still clutched in his hand, but he’d stuck his own arm out over the countertop so you couldn’t reach them.

“Roger, give them here!”

“Over my dead body!”

“That can be arranged!”

Roger burst into another fit of laughter and you giggled into his ear, still straining for the drumsticks.

You eventually gave up, dropping your hand and laying your head on Roger’s shoulder, breathing heavily as the laughter died down. He dropped the drumsticks on the counter and hooked his arms under your legs to help hold you up; a smile still on his lips and his cheeks sore from laughter.

You closed your eyes and it was silent for a few moments.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about, lovie?” He asked softly.

“Thinking that Ben would’ve been filming or taking pictures of us if he’d have been here...”

Roger hummed in agreement, walking from the kitchen towards the lounge. “I miss him, too,”

You still had your eyes closed, trusting Roger to set you down gently wherever he was taking you. “I wish you weren’t working on the album so we could go see him.”

“Me too. The boys’ve been exhausting lately. I love ‘em, but there’s only so much you can take sometimes.”

“Well, three explosive personalities plus Deacy-”

“Hey, you haven’t seen Deaks mad. It’s scary.”

“Yeah, well, I try to stay on his good side unlike somebody I know who likes to push buttons.”

Roger rolled his eyes as he deposited you onto the couch. You laughed as you bounced off the cushons before laying down, Roger crawling on top of you and laying on your chest.

“We would not fit nearly as well on this couch with Ben,” You commented with a grin.

“Yeah, we’ve tried, though. One of us always ends up on the floor.”

“Or squooshed,”

“Or both,”

You both smile, an ache running through your chests.

“He’s been gone far too long.”

“Yeah, when’s his film ‘sposed to wrap anyway?”

“Not sure. Should ask him when he calls tomorrow.”

Roger groaned. “Tomorrow is so far away.”

You ran your fingers through his hair. “Indeed it is,”

You fell into a comfortable silence after that. You putting Roger to sleep as you massaged his scalp and you lost in thought, staring at the ceiling.

“You think the boys might give you a few days off if I promise them you’ll be less grumpy when we get back?”

Roger looked up at you with a pout. “I am not grumpy.”

“You are too,” You said, a smile spreading across your face. “You miss Ben and when you miss one of us you get grumpy. Like that time on tour when you snapped a drumstick when you weren’t able to call us one night? Or when you busted a tambourine after we weren’t able to make it to the nearest show? Or when-”

“Okay, okay, I get it, I’m destructive.”

You laughed and Roger laid his head back down on your chest. “I suppose they might give that a go.”

“Then I’m calling Freddie,”

*** Ben woke up the next morning reaching out across the bed; searching for warmth that wouldn’t be there. He groaned, heart slightly heavy, as he shut off his alarm.

A shiver ran up his spine as he sat up and he cursed himself for not turning up the temperature before heading to bed. That had been the one advice Roger had given him before he departed. “When waking up alone in your hotel room, the temperature will always be colder than you want it. Check it before bed.”

He didn’t have time to dwell on his heartache before he had to gather his bearing and head to the set for his early shoots, but he missed Y/N’s good luck kisses and, oddly, Roger’s smack to his bottom before he would head out the door for a day of filming.

He shut the door to his hotel room and shook his head, trying to shake the homesick thoughts from his mind.

They wouldn’t do him any good anyway. It’s not like he’d be able to satisfy the ache.

Or so he thought.

***

You and Roger were currently sat on a plane, headed for Ben’s filming location.

Roger’s blonde hair was stuffed inside a cap and he had on a dark pair of sunglasses in an attempt to hide his identity. You’d asked him if he’d dye his hair black but he outright refused the offer.

“Love, I know you want this to be a surprise, but even if any paps or fans see us Ben hardly checks that stuff when he’s not filming. I doubt he’d bother while he is.”

You sat next to him, asleep, eyes closed with your sunglasses on, hair loose around your face, and the hood of your jumper pulled up on your head. Your earbuds playing your favorite music.

It was an early flight and you’d been up most of the night preparing for this spur of the moment trip. You wanted everything to be perfect.

“I can sleep on the plane,” You’d told Roger.

And you did.

Roger laid his head on top of yours as you dozed on his shoulder, a book held between his fingers to pass the time, but, truthfully, he couldn’t focus on it. For some reason he had a lot on his mind.

The three of you hadn’t gone public with your relationship, but the paps had taken notice of Roger’s “mysterious lovers” and Ben and Roger had been seen talking at a party a few times, heaven forbid, but Roger had never dwelled on it before. You didn’t go to events together, never went on vacations together, Ben and you still had your own apartments away from Roger’s house so when he was gone on tour you wouldn’t be questioned coming out of his house while he wasn’t there; you’d taken practically every precaution to make sure the press wouldn’t find out before the three of you were ready.

Roger dug into his jacket pocket for his phone, discarding the book onto the table in front of him.

He opened social media with good intentions.

#rogertaylorxy/n-l/n

OMG did you see the way Roger looked at Y/N during the interview? #hearteyes

Roger is so in love with Y/N. They should just get together already. #(your-ship-name)

(you-ship-name) is real ❤

Roger resisted the urge to like any of them before moving on.

#rogertaylorxbenhardy

Ben said he wasn’t looking for a relationship rn but he looks at Roger says otherwise 👀

Roger and Ben spend an awfully large amount of time together for two people who claim to be ‘just friends’.

Forget Maylor have you seen the way Hardylor look at each other?

Roger snickered quietly. Okay, maybe he and Ben weren’t doing the greatest job either.

He stroked his chin for a moment before taking to the keyboard again.

#benhardyxy/n-l/n

Y/N and Ben seemed awfully friendly during her interview with him #(your-ship-name)

Have you seen the pictures of Ben and Y/N at that coffee shop together??? I bet it was a date 💘

Y/N brought Ben a flower at the BAFTAs to put in his suit pocket and he never took it out! I bet he still has it.

Observant, Roger thought, Ben definitely still has the fake flower.

He hummed in thought. What if...

#benhardyxy/n-l/nxrogertaylor

Y/N spends a lot of time with Roger Taylor and Ben Hardy outside of a professional setting. Who’s she dating though??? What if it’s both???

OMG BEN AND Y/N WERE SEEN LEAVING ROGER’S HOUSE! IN THE MORNING!!!

I bet Y/N Ben and Roger are all dating and just keeping it on the down low. We’ve all seen the heart eyes they give each other.

Y/N and Roger just got on a plane heading to the place Ben’s filming in as seen by his Instagram story. Coincidence?

Roger’s eyes went wide. He checked the timestamp: 20m ago.

Well, Y/N was right. Maybe he should’ve died his hair.

“Looking for something in particular?” Y/N asked, eyes now opened sleepily and looking at phone screen from his shoulder.

“Not really,” Roger replied. “Just curious. Seems the fans are supportive...and onto us.”

He handed you the phone and you squinted at the screen.

“Queenskiller, huh? Clever person.”

“I can see why you were paranoid now,”

You laughed. “We’re almost there. As long as it’s not obvious where we’re going, we’ll be fine.”

***

“And CUT! Good work today everyone, let’s wrap up for lunch.”

Ben sat up from his position where his character had just been beaten to near death and went to get the fake blood cleaned off of him by the makeup designer.

The radio in the trailer was fading out a Beatles song and fading in Bohemian Rhapsody.

It made Ben’s heart ache.

“Hey, did you see Y/N L/N’s new interview with Harry Styles and Elton John?”

The makeup artist removing the makeup shook their head. “Not yet, is it good?”

“Of course. She asks them about their collaboration, similar tastes in style, and she doesn’t mention their sexualities like every other interviewer does.”

“Thank god for her, she’s a blessing. All those other nosy interviewers don’t ever ask anything interesting. The celebrities always do all the work to make the interview enjoyable. At least Y/N is interesting.”

Ben couldn’t help but smile softly to himself. He was proud.

“Have you heard she might be dating Roger Taylor?”

“The Queen drummer? Yeah. I heard they were getting on a plane together this morning.”

“Secret honeymoon?”

“Maybe,”

Ben’s eyebrows furrowed. They got on a plane? They didn’t mention they were going anywhere on the phone.

“Ben, you okay there, dear?”

“Hm? Oh, yes, sorry. Just lost in thought.”

Ben exited the trailer with a clean face and a wandering mind.

It wasn’t unlike Y/N and Roger to be spontaneous but Roger was working on the album and he thought Y/N had another interview today.

Ben shook his head and pulled out his phone. Whatever. He’d just call them and get things cleared up. He was done on set for the remainder of the evening anyway.

He hit the home phone number and waited as it rang.

And rang. And rang.

“Thank you for calling Roger Taylor’s home phone, but I am currently out at the moment. Leave a message and I might call you back.”

Ben hung up.

Okay, so they weren’t home. No big deal, he could still call your cells.

He hit your contact and waited as it rang.

***

You were rolling your luggage out of the airport with Roger when I Saw Her Standing There blasted from your phone.

Recognizing Ben’s personal ringtone, you picked up the phone. “Hey, Benny, what’s up?”

“Nothing much. Just got done filming. Hey, did you and Roger go somewhere? Makeup artists were gossiping about it.”

You gave Roger a panicked look before quickly answering. “Oh, no. Must’ve been wrong. We’re just out for a walk.”

Roger rolled his eyes at your terrible lying skills.

But Ben seemed relieved. “Oh. I thought you might’ve gone somewhere and forgotten to tell me.”

“Oh no, not at all we just-”

Roger pulled you cellphone from your fingers and pressed it against his ear.

“Ben, you don’t need to worry about us. We’re doing fine.”

The rental car you and Roger had gotten pulled up and you quickly tossed you suitcase in the back and jumped in the passenger. Roger took the keys and got in the driver’s seat.

“I know, but I just wanted to make sure. Kept eating at me.”

“Ben, baby, where are you at, right now?”

“Uh, outside the set just about to head back to my hotel, why?”

“Oh, no reason. What hotel’s that again?”

“Lotus Hotel, why?”

“Just curious. Are they treating you right or do I need to make a phone call.”

“Christ, Rog, it’s find. Don’t freak. Are you driving? I thought Y/N said you were on a walk.”

“Oh, we just got back to the house and need to head to the store. Nothing too interesting.”

“A trip to the store with you is always interesting.”

“He’s not wrong,” you chirped from your seat and Roger sent you a playful glare, making you laugh.

Ben smiled. “Gosh I wish I could speed up the production. I’ve been gone from you two way too long.”

“Believe us, Benny, we agree. Hold on, gonna give you back to Y/N,”

He handed you your phone back as you handed him his for directions to the hotel.

“How was filming?” You asked, trying to change the subject.

“All right. Filmed the fight scene today, that was interesting.”

You hummed in response.

“Hold on, Y/N, I just got in a taxi- yes, take me to the Lotus Hotel on thirteenth please.”

“Thirteenth?” Roger cursed. “Stupid phone says twelfth.”

“It’s on the corner of the two. He’s coming from the other direction, remember?” You replied, hand covering the receiver.

“What was that, love?” Ben asked.

“Oh, nothing, Roger just missed the turn, again.” You quickly replied. “You said you filmed a fight scene today?”

“Yeah, my character, Jack, got the piss beat out of him in a fight. Gets pretty bloodied up.”

“Well, you know nothing can make that pretty face of yours prettier than blood.”

“Is that a reference to my bloody nose? ‘Cause I keep tellin’ you it was a one time thing.”

You laughed. “Just teasing you, baby,”

Ben let out a laugh of his own, leaning back against the leather seat. “I really miss you guys.”

“We miss you, too. I hope that- Roger it was right there! Oh, jesus, Ben, I gotta go, Roger’s missing turns again. See you soon.”

The line cut off before Ben could question you. See you soon?

***

“’See you soon.’?! Bloody hell, Y/N, why don’t you just give away your own surprise.” Roger said.

“Well, if you hadn’t missed the turn I wouldn’t have had to hang up!” You retorted. “We need to get there before him, remember?”

Roger stuck his tongue out at you as he turned the car around.

You stuck yours out as well and it turned into a fit of giggles throughout the car.

Finally, Roger pulled into the hotel’s parking lot and parked the car in a spot.

“Your turn to call him, Mr. Taylor,” You said, getting out of the directions and handing him his phone.

Roger put the phone to his ear and waited for Ben to pick up.

“Roger?”

“Benny! Made it to the hotel, yet?”

“Uh, no, close though. You not driving anymore?”

“Nah, Y/N is in the store. She wouldn’t let me go in with her. Thought I might get a little more chat outta you before she comes back.”

Ben laughed. “I guess I’ll allow that.”

“Popular boy, ain’t ya?” The driver asked as he turned the corner into the hotel lot.

Ben grinned. “Yeah, I ‘spose I am.” He handed the driver the money for the trip. “Keep the change.”

The driver tipped his cap at Ben and Ben got out of the taxi.

“Sorry, Rog, what were you saying?”

“Oh, not much, just wondering who let you walk off set in those joggers. They look hideous.”

Ben looked down at the old green joggers he was wearing with a laugh. “Yeah, I need to get a new pair- wait, how’d you know I was wearing joggers?”

Ben heard a whistle and turned around.

Y/N was waving and smiling from where she was sat on the trunk of a car and Roger was stood next to her, phone still pressed to his ear, with a big ol’ grin on his face.

Ben dropped the phone from his ear, ending the call, and ran over to them.

Roger intercepted his boyfriend, who practically jumped into his arms, and Y/N hoped off the car to join them in the hug. Ben wrapped an arm around her, squeezing the two of them tightly, tears beginning to pool in his eyes.

“Oh, I can’t believe you’re here!” He said, pulling back finally.

You and Roger laughed.

“Y/N’s a bad liar,” Roger quipped, nudging your side.

“Hey! I’m not the one who got lost!”

“I missed one turn!”

Ben kissed them on the cheek. “Shut up, the both of you, please.”

You and Roger melted, forgetting your bickering and appreciating his presence.

***

Ben went to sleep that night with both of you in his bed.

Roger had immediately turned down the thermostat and Y/N rubbed Ben’s shoulders to relax him. They fought over the covers, had a pillow fight, and made sure that Ben was in the middle.

It felt right. It felt like home.

“You two are amazing to me,” Ben said as his partners snuggled into him.

“You deserve it,” Y/N mumbled, laying against Ben’s chest, his heartbeat lulling her to sleep.

“Don’t ever leave us this long again,” Roger said, pressing a kiss to Ben’s neck.

Ben smiled. “Guess you two will just have to come see me, again,”

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