#ben descendants smut

[pink-princess-pussy-pop]

Dating King Ben Would Include…

Holy shit,

This is a lot.

Def NSFW

Warnings: sex, language, not proofed, I’m a slut

- r u actually kidding this man

- Idek where to start

- How about this

VK

- the moment he lays eyes on you

- Fuck

- When he smiles at you for the first time???

- Bye.

- Falling for the king-to-be was NOT part of the plan

- But he’s so goddamn cute

- You slip into the stands at his tourney game

- He makes a great play and you let out a cheer

- Surprising everyone around

- And he just grins at you

- There’s a party that night

- You show up in your most flattering dress

- And Ben cannot take his eyes off of you

- (The beast inside is awakening)

- He asks you to dance

- his big hands fit on your waist so perfectly

- Your hands loop around his neck and your fingers play with his hair absentmindedly

- You’re so nervous

- He pulls you closer to him and whispers into your ear

- “Relax.”

- Hello???

- He’s so in love with you UGHHHHAGGGA

- not following plot anymore screw it

- “You coming to the game tomorrow?”

- “Why should I?”

- “I can think of a pretty good reason.”

- SHAMELESSLY FLIRTS WITH YOU

- “If we win, I get to take you out on a date”

- “And if you lose?”

- “We won’t.”

- Ben fucking winks at you and just

- Up and leaves

- Someone take the confidence juice away from him!

- You go see another one of his games and after he wins, he runs up to you, sweaty and grinning, gorgeous as ever

- Before you say anything

- His head dips down to your ear, hands slipping around your waist

- “My car is waiting for you. I’ll be there soon”

- The mf had no fucking doubts that they’d win

- He gives you another million dollar smile before jogging away

- Leaving you flushed and a little turned on?????

- The date is absolutely wonderful.

- He changes ur perspective on everything

- Makes you his queen eventually

AK

- He’s such a gentleman omg omg

- PRINCESS TREATMENT OMFG

- Opening doors for you!!!

- Pulls out your chair for you!!!

- Ur a cheerleader

- He’s def the kinda bf to score and point at you like

- “Scored that for you, baby!”

- You wanna roll your eyes but can’t bc of his damn smile

- Don’t even get Ben started on your fucking uniform

- He’s down bad fr fr

- You in the colors of his kingdom??? HELLO?!

- He’s gone

- Such a fan of public PDA

- will kiss you ANYWHERE

- seriously

- Always has to be touching you

- The beast in him tbh ur his

SEX

- everything this guy does is

- Always turning you on fr

- At the worst times too

- He’ll just look at you and give you the smile he only does while balls deep inside of you while at dinner with his parents

- And he knows it too

- The way you blush and look away?

- He KNOWS

- Please he gets weak in the knees when you say his name/title

- “Benjamin”

- “King Ben”

- “King Benjamin”

- “Your Majesty”

- Bye

- I imagine that he’s so sweet at first but you can tell that he’s holding back (beast boy HELLO?!)

- You have to convince him to finally just let it out

- What does that entail?

- Let’s make a list!!

- Scratch marks on your thighs

- So so many hickeys (he doesn’t fucking care who sees, he’s the king)

- Finger print bruises on your waist and hips

- BITE MARKS

- shit

- This man has a heightened sense of smell

- So like… beware

- Low key high key loves the way you smell

- Will not stop sucking and biting on your neck bc of it

- BEN IS A DOM IM SORRY NOT SORRY

- it’s such a stress relief for him!

- Seriously as king he needs to release his stress somehow

- You luv when he’s rough with you

- A full on Edward Cullen breaking the bed moment and he’s scared to even touch you

- And ur like “Ben do it again”

- He’s all 😮 “wut”

- “Please?”

- And bam thinking with his dick again

- You love it when he fucks you in his office

- In between meetings

- When anyone can walk in

- “Don’t want everyone in the castle to hear your dirty sounds, now do we?”

- BEN IM SORRY

- HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO KEEP QUIET WHEN UR LITERALLY REARRANGING MY INSIDES ON YOUR DESK

- Riding him while he’s in his desk chair

- The staff is quite confused when he asks for a mirror to be hung as a decoration on the opposite side of his desk

- It’s so you two can watch obvi but they don’t know that

- OMG the two of you at formal events and he cannot keep his hands off of you

- The things he whispers in your ear my GOD

- looks like the two of you are just innocently dancing but if they really knew the dirty things he was saying to you

- “What would everyone think if they knew how turned on you are right now?”

- “You taste better than all the food here.”

- Like r u kidding me he’s the dirtiest guy

- MASSIVE DICK ENGERY

- Its unfair

- Him pulling you out of the ballroom to absolutely ravish you with his parents and subjects a wall away

- Him just fucking you while wearing his crown omg (cant stop thinking about this)

- He’s so needy all the fucking time

- Anyways back to office sex

- It’s his fav

- Literally you’ll be on his lap and he’s fucking up into you and he will get a phone call

- Motherfucker GRINS at you

- “don’t make a sound”

- And then ANSWERS IT.

- KEEPS FUCKING YOU THROUGH THE PHONE CALL

- NO MATTER HOW LONG IT IS

- Oh and def makes you keep eye contact with him the whole time with his hand on your throat

- Ben with a beard????

- Between your thighs??

- With the fucking fangs?????????

- DEAD

- DECEASED

- BYE

- GONE

- Is always down to eat u out

- Such a golden retriever bf about it

- Def fingers you in the car

- If ur driving??

- “Eyes on the road”

- 💀

- If he’s gone?

- You best BELIEVE he’s calling for phone sex

- “C’mon let me hear you. You sound so pretty when you’re desperate for me.”

- Soft mean Dom soft mean Dom

- Will hop in the shower with you just so he can wash your body

- Also makes you come with the shower head

- Loves boobies

- Loves ass

- He can’t decide which he likes more

- Loves making you watch what he’s doing

- If he’s going down on you?

- Eyes on him at all times

- Fingering you?

- You better be watching it

- That’s why the mirror comes in handy

- When you lock eyes through the mirror?

- His crown is lopsided and he’s just

- He’s just

- You know

- FUCKING KING BENJAMIN

- And he’s always smiling at you

- He knows what that smile does to you

- Uses it to his advantage

- He knows he’s pretty

- He loves waking up before you after a long night of straight up fucking

- He sees the damage done

- By him

- And it just gets him going!

- You wake up with his head between your thighs

- “Morning”

- It was in fact a good morning

- his morning voice adds to it

- You loooooove to tease him

- Low key flirting with another guy, if it’s fucking Chad you better get prepared

- Wearing an outfit you know he loves in a public place when he’s with his parents doing his king duties

- Putting your hand on his inner thigh during a meeting

- I hope you know what you’re getting into!!!

- He storms into his room that night where you happen to be lying on the bed, oh so innocently

- Wearing his jersey or a button up of his

- You don’t bother looking at him, already trying to hide the smirk on your face

- You can feel the glare as he shrugs off his suit jacket

- And removes his tie

- And loosens his collar

- And pushes his sleeves up

- (your favorite Ben look)

- He knows this ofc

- Sets his hands flat on the bed and just stares at you

- Finally you look up, a giggle escaping immediately

- “You think it’s funny, do you?”

- His hands wrap around your ankles, pulling you towards him

- His knee settles between your legs as he leans over you

- “Answer your King when he speaks to you”

- “Yes, your majesty”

- His head drops back and something (THE FUCKING BEAST) ignites inside of him

- He laughs

- Not like his true laugh

- A dark, sinister laugh

- Coming from Ben?

- Noble, brave, and good Ben?

- When he’s about to fuck you into oblivion?

- Good. Fucking. Bye.

- What’s Bennyboo up for??

- So much

- He’s horny ALL THE TIME

- highest sex drive ever

- Esp with the fucking beast

- He can go for hours

- King (lol) of stamina

- “You can do it baby”

- “C’mon, one more for me”

- “Fuck you’re doing so well”

- “Good. So so good”

- He’s loud as FUCK

- not embarrassed about it all

- No fucks given

- Will walk out of his office he was just bending you over in to greet his father in the next room like MAN ISN’T PHASED AT ALL

- And you’re catching your breath like 😳😳😳

- On one hand, he’s so nice and genuine and so well mannered

- And then when it comes to you, he’s a cocky little shit who can’t keep it in his pants

[fbfh]

ben florian relationship and intimacy hcs

genre: smutty fluff

pairing: ben florian x gn reader

wc: 1k

warnings: rough sex, ben is a top, edward cullen syndrome (feels bad boning you cause he doesn't want to hurt you by accident), werewolf/beast hybrid traits, knots, scenting, ben is a top, office sex, lingere, ben is a very loving attentive top, lot's of fluff and aftercare

a/n: yo remember when I was like hyperfixated on descendants teehee :p,,,,, this is from that lmao

also not super proof read!!

As with all nsfw works all characters are aged up to 18+!!!

tags: @hopefullhearts @thatawkwardlittlefangirl @dustyinkpages @yesv01

Look

Ben drinks respect juice with every fucking meal

He snorts kindness and consent in between council meetings

He is the best boyfriend you could ask for

He’s always so considerate and gentle with you

Literally treats you with kid gloves

Until you rile him up too much

God he’s just overcome with love and desire for you

And even then ngl he’s still trying to hold back

Okay

Hear me out

He's a beast hybrid

We know this

So I feel like he does have some pseudo werewolf-ish, more animalistic tendencies

It’s another thing he tries to keep under control most of the time

But with you????

You’re so comforting and relaxing he doesn’t even realize he’s doing something

Scents you without noticing it

You’ll visit him between meetings to catch up over some tea or coffee

He kisses the back of your hand, skimming the proposal in front of him

“Uh… Ben?”

“Yes, love?” he answers

He looks up, distracted, and realizes he was rubbing your wrist on his face and neck

He sputters an apology and you’re like no it’s cute!

It’s good that you find his scenting endearing because he’ll also do it by biting and sucking on your neck

And the inside of your thighs

A lot

God he just can’t get enough of you

This might be a hot take

But he’s 100% a top

Hands down

Stress relief for Ben means topping you until you can’t walk, think straight, or remember your names

And he’s a very stressed out person

So this is a pretty regular occurrence

He definitely goes a little bit feral

Just a tad

He actually growls sometimes

Which is a very nice sound

He can and will mark you the hell up

Bruises scratches hickeys

BITE MARKS

I hate to be the one to break this to you

But he does in fact have a knot

You’ll probably have lost count of how many times you’ve cum by the time he finally pops his knot inside you

He’s already pretty well endowed

So the extra stretch??????

The full feeling of him swelling up inside you????

The satisfaction of being absolutely stuffed full of him and keeping it in place with his bulging knot???????

Unmatched

He can’t really move when his knot is there

Which is kind of the whole point yk

But he will smother you in kisses and praise and kind of grind and hump into you a little still totally blissed out from you

As much as he can at least

Until his knot finally goes down

The length of time this takes varies

But the entire time he’ll be caressing you and kissing you

Breathing every loving thought that crosses his mind

CEO OF AFTERCARE

Probably feels bad abt getting rough

Like he's literally so gentle and attentive

He touches you more softly and tenderly than you knew someone could

He loves just holding you to his chest and rubbing your back

It's not so bad right after but the next day when you have hickeys bruises on your thighs and bite marks on your neck and chest

When you can't walk??

He feels TERRIBLE

You're like Ben

I would do it again right now if you wanted to

It takes a while for you to really make him understand you like it when he gets like that yk

Will definitely accidentally rip pillows/sheets/mattress

Left particularly gnarly claw marks in the headboard on more than one occasion

Will not hesitate to pin you against a wall the second you two are alone

Or any available surface really

You know when guys wear a white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up?????

That times a thousand constantly

That’s what it feels like with him

A lot of growling

Once he gets more comfy with absolutely destroying your guts get ready

He loves the idea of bending you over his desk in between meetings

He loves the view too

Like a lot

But god he can’t go more than 5 minutes without looking at your gorgeous face

Expect a lot of kisses and cuddles after that

Like more than usual

If he’s especially stressed pLEASE ride him

It has to be the right type of stressed though yk

Anywhere is fine but especially in his office

Office sex reeeally hits different with him

When he leans back in his chair and starts undoing his pants???

When he pulls you onto his lap??????

Might as well get a pregnancy test right now cause that shit is hot as fUCK

God it so fucking hard for him to keep quiet

He’ll be moaning your name a whole lot

He loves it when you ride him

But he really can't help himself from grabbing your hips and pistoning up into you

God he is so fucking obsessed with you

He’ll be kissing you and holding you close and moaning your name

Sometimes the only thing that gets him through the day is getting to lay you down in bed and kiss the shit out of you and make you feel so, so good

He loves when you get all dolled up in pretty lingerie too

He loves unwrapping you like a present

WEAR THIGH HIGHS

Oh my god he’ll lose his shit

And if you pull him in by the tie????????

Hope you cleared your schedule cause that shit turns him the fuck ON

God Ben is just so loving and passionate

Hot sexy politician werewolf boyfriend hot sexy politician werewolf boyfriend

He takes such good care of you

And god he loves every minute of it

[harper-hook]

Beast Inside | Ben x Reader

Summary: After seeing Chad flirt with you, a whole new side of Ben is unlocked.

Author’s Note: I feel like I put my whole ussy into this lol

You felt slightly troubled as Ben stormed after you into his office. You frowned when you heard him lock the door. Ben turned around, giving you a pointed look. "Well?"

"So you're jealous of who again?" You asked, still confused as to what just occurred. One minute, you're in the hallway, speaking to Chad. The next, Ben's baring his teeth and growling at him before ushering you away.

"I'm not jealous! Just-" Ben cut himself off, running a hand through his already messy hair. "You didn't see the way he was looking at you? Like a piece of meat?" He asked.

You were unimpressed. "You know Chad is flirty, he looks at every girl like that. Besides," You blew a piece of hair out of your face. "Its not like he would actually make a move. He's one of your best friends." You pointed out.

Ben looked down at the carpet, hands still balled up. He mumbled something even you couldn't make out. "What?" You asked, concerned. You'd never seen Ben like this before. "Did," He swallowed hard. "Did you like the way he looked at you?"

You could hardly believe what you were hearing. "Have I been ignoring you lately?" He asked, voice trembling. Well, he kinda had but you’d expected that dating the king. “No.” You lied. Ben was quiet.

“You're lying to me.” Ben look up at you, a dark look in his eye. He quickly backed you up against his desk, grabbing your wrists.

Your eyes widened. "Ben..." You whispered breathlessly. "Ben." You repeated, more forceful. "(Y/N)." He breathed gruffly, spinning you around and pushing you down against your desk. You gasped, your front stinging from the manhandling.

Ben's hand ran its way up the back of your thigh, flipping your skirt up. His knee made its way between your legs, making you hiss. One hand was tracing your ass, the other lay easy on the smell of your back but the message was clear. You had his attention.

The hand on your ass moved over your throbbing clothed heat, a singular finger dipped under your panties into the slick. "This is all for me, yeah? No one else." He asked, pulling his finger out and wiping it on your skirt.

Your mind was foggy from arousal and a bit of fear. You licked your lips, still trying to catch up with how you got there. You felt like you left your mind out in the hallway. You jolted back to reality when he groped your ass again, much rougher. You nodded in response.

“Good.” He replied, almost cheerfully. “Because I’m going to make you feel so good.” He dropped his voice down to almost a whisper as he trailed his hands up and down your sides and back, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “I’m going to fuck you so good, you’ll never look at another man again.” 

You let out a moan at his words, a fire igniting in your veins and heading straight between your legs. Ben placed one hand on your shoulder and the other on your hip and gently but firmly, turned you over to sit directly on the desk. You shifted and rubbed your thighs together, spreading wetness between them. 

In this position, you got a better look at Ben who, to most, looked absolutely regal and proper. But anyone that knew Ben like you did could see the signs. His shirt was partially undone and untucked. His belt was also undone and right below the buckle, you could see his arousal pressing tight against his pants. 

You followed your gaze up and met his hungry gaze, looking at you like you were prey. You’d never felt so exposed. “It’s alright, hun. I’m going to take good care of you.” Ben spoke sweet words but the teasing smile on his face implied anything but.

You gasped as he dropped to his knees in front of you, slowly kissing up the inside of your thigh. Your breathing quickened as his hot breath got closer to your dripping heat. Sensing your eagerness, Ben pulled away much to your dismay. He rested a hand on each of your knees, smiling up at you. 

“Don’t get impatient, hun. We have all the time in the world.” He rubbed your leg affectionately. You returned his smile albeit shakily. He reached up and met you for a kiss, full of love and trust. 

At the same time, both hands ran up your legs and to the waistline of your underwear and started tugging them down. Without breaking the kiss, you raised up a bit and allowed your underwear to be removed and tossed behind Ben. Ben finally broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against yours, looking into your eyes. He planted a final kiss on your lips before returning to his original post between your legs.

“Keep your legs spread.” The switch back to his darker tone caught your attention and you could only nod in agreement. This time with no barrier in the way, Ben continued his trail of kisses, ending directly on your clit. 

You shifted impatiently, wanting more. As if reading your mind, Ben began leaving kitten licks down your slit, paying close attention to your clit by licking and sucking roughly. You moaned, throwing one hand behind you for balance and the other into Ben’s hair, pulling it in response to him. 

You could feel his wicked grin between your legs every time he paused his movements. You whimpered as he moved to your thigh. “What are you-” You cut yourself off with a yell as he bit the inside of your right thigh, quickly soothing the sore spot with kisses and licks. 

He sat back further on his knees to admire his handy work, what you could only imagine was an already purpling bitemark. He turned to meet your gaze and grinned, a sheen of your arousal around his mouth and chin. His pupils were dilated and hair an unkept mess. This was the Ben only you got to see.

Before you realized it, Ben was back between your legs, licking roughly all over. You moaned and your back arched as Ben’s tongue found your hole and dipped in, his nose rubbing roughly against your clit. 

As your foggy mind realized what he was doing and finally heard the obscene wet noises and moans coming from yourself, you felt your face flush even further. You felt shameful but the pleasure was outweighing the shame.

“Ben...” You whined, feeling the urge to release become harder and harder to ignore. Ben looked up at you and raised an eyebrow. You knew what he wanted. “I’m close...” You continued, eyes shutting as the pleasure increased. “Can I...?” You trailed off, Ben not stopping his assault on your clit the entire time.

“Go ahead, baby.” He hummed, clearly out of breath himself. He punctuated his permission by sucking hard on your clit. That was all it took for you to release, head thrown back by the loudest moan you’d ever heard from yourself. You were sitting back on both of your elbows, breathing hard. 

Ben was breathing just as hard as you but managed to get to his feet, jerking himself the entire time. You hadn’t noticed his missing hand when he was down there. Ben smirked at you and lined himself up with your dripping hole. He glanced up at you with a concerned expression. Knowing what that meant, you nodded. You wanted him to get off too.

He smirked again before slowly entering you. You winced as he finally got all the way in, both from overstimulation and size. Ben hovered over you, looking like it was taking all of his self control to not move yet. You leaned up and planted kisses over his neck and collarbone, stroking his arms and shoulders.

“It’s a good thing I love seeing your beautiful face, yeah? Cause if it wasn’t for that, you’d be on your hands and knees like a whore.” Ben spoke as if he was stating a simple fact, like he was speaking about the weather. You flushed shamefully as you tightened around him at his cruel words.

“You like that, yeah?” He grinned deviously at you. “Maybe next time.” And then he started rocking back and forth, bringing whimpers and small moans from your throat. He began thrusting fully with both hands on your hips, helping pull you down onto him.

Both of your moans and groans flowed together, creating the most obscene sounds you had ever heard. A part of you wondered if Ben would ever record himself for you. You know, for research purposes.

One orgasm down, you were already close to release after a few minutes. “Ben!” You whined, clawing his shoulders and back, making him hiss in pain. “I know, baby. I’ve got you.” He ran a hand down your front and rubbed his thumb in rough, clumsy circles around your clit.

Stars exploded behind your eyes as you came again, hips jerking up into his. He let out a loud groan at the tightening of your muscles around him. You fully slumped back on the desk, head thrown back limply and arms by your head.

After a few moments, you realized that Ben had only slowed his thrusts but hadn’t stopped. In fact, he was picking the pace back up. You whined, overstimulated and nerves on fire. You put a hand on his chest and gave him a pleading look. 

He cupped your chin and forced you to look him in the eyes. “You can do this, (Y/N). One more for me?” He asked, eyes half lidded. You were breathing hard and rather sore but you knew that if you needed to stop, he would and he would apologize until he was blue. You trusted Ben.

You nodded tiredly and Ben leaned down to kiss you sweetly. “That’s my girl. My girl.” He repeated, getting a nod in return. Only his. He kept one hand on your hip and held your hand in the other.

Ben was losing rhythm, a telltale sign he was close. He moved the one hand from your hip, back to your overly sensitive clit. You were breathing hard and your vision ebbed in and out. You couldn’t warn Ben about your release this time.

Your head was thrown back in a silent yell and your vision went white. Ben finished too, coming with a yell and burying himself deep inside of you. He didn’t have much choice, seeing as your legs tightened around his waist, pulling him deep.

If you thought you were limp before, you had no idea how you were going to function for the rest of the day. Your eyes were closed and you felt Ben breathing hard in the crook of your neck. You smiled as you felt Ben place little kisses on your neck and collarbone.

You wrapped an arm around his neck and basked in your combined warmth. “You did so good, hun.” Ben whispered, making you feel warm and fuzzy. “So good for me.”

[arewordsenough]

Rated Explicit - 1.8k One Shot - M/M - Explicit Sexual Content

Summary: Chad and Carlos have had a secret fling going on for a while. Today that fling is going to become less of a secret.

Based on a prompt from one of my readers.

Featured group/pairing: Ben/Carlos de Vil/Chad Charming & Harry Hook/Carlos de Vil

Key Tags: Caught, Orgy

This fic is a follow up to A Charming Compromise, but can also be read stand alone.

The final Sequel September fic! The first SMUTober fic is already in editing, so you'll be seeing it pretty soon. 😉

[piratecore-art]

Fanfic- pairing Ben/harry/Uma

Rating: explicit

King Benjamin Florin Beast held his head high.

It was what he’d been taught.

The pirates jeered as Harry Hook and Gil Gaston led him up the ship’s gangway and onto deck.

He’d been striped of his jacket, hat and shoes already, leaving him in a thin blue shirt and studded pants- with bright aradon-yellow socks.

Ben was still cursing himself for being caught, for being recognized by Gil in the first place. He should never have shown up on the isle looking and acting like a target.

Harry snickered as he purposely tripped ben and ben fought a growl.

Making enemies won’t do you any good, he reminded himself.

He glared at the objectivly attractive first mate, taking in the other boy’s ocean azure eyes painted with black khol, his strong musceles and lean frame, his…

He glanced away, blushing.

He lifted his chin again, determined to keep his demeanor.

And then he saw… her.

Uma.

The captain of the pirates, the queen of the Isle.

She was standing at the prow of the small ship, her long, heavy braids flowing in the wind, small shells and strands of teal caught among them. Her chin was strong and proud, lifted, just like his, head high like royalty.

She was stunning.

A smirk painted her lips as she beheld him, the captive king, flanked by her loyal first and second mates.

Harry snarled. “Keep yer eyes to yerself, beast.”

Ben glanced down, flushing yet again.

Uma swayed as she walked twords them. “Bring him below deck.”

“You don’t want to do this,” ben protested, trying one last desperate bid for freedom. “Whatever it is you want, we can negotiate-”

Uma spun around and grabbed the young king’s chin harshly. “I don’t negotiate with tyrants.”

The words spun in his ears as gill grabbed his arms and dragged him harshly beneath the deck, harry following after with a crazed giggle.

I don’t negotiate with tyrants.

Is that how she saw him? How all of the Isle saw him?

He’d never even considered the possibility before.

In the eyes of auradon, he was either just and merciful, or too soft-hearted. No one would consider him… tyrannical.

But to the people his father had imprisoned, to the children he’d failed to rescue…

He had thought, at first, that uma must be working for her mother. But slowly, he was beginning to realize they respected her as a leader in her own right, in a way Mal had never been.

The split up at the stairs, gil leaving to attend to his other duties while harry dragged ben down into the dark depths of the ship. When they reached the bottom of the creaking wooden staircase, he shoved ben roughly to his knees.

Ben let out an oof as his body made impact with the hard wood boards, feeling a splinter worm its way trough his jeans and into his knee, but unable to touch it with his hands bound behind his back.

Harry circled his captive slowly.

As his eyes adjusted to the dark, ben could finally get a good look at harry. The other boy was tall- taller than him- and lean, muscled and hungry-looking. His eyes held a gleam of insanity, and his face was split in a manic grin.

Ben shivered slightly as he felt the force of that intense gaze directed at him.

The dark kohl around harry’s eyes gave him the appearance of almost a skeletal presence, something dark and dastardly come from the king’s nightmares to taunt him.

He forced himself to meet harry’s eyes, but insted of being intimidated, the first mate’s grin merely grew.

“I bet-” he chuckled, low and dirty- “I bed i get to hook ye. I bet uma lets me-” he licked his lips and leaned down, pushing the tip of his hook under ben’s chin- “i bet uma lets me do all kinds of-”

“You don’t have to obey her!”

The words were out of ben’s mouth before he could think them through.

Harry froze. “What’s that supposed to mean, benny?”

Ben’s tongue flicked nervously over his lips. “I just meant… you don’t need to do what she says. You don’t have to hurt people. If she, or your father, are making you do stuff-”

“My father is dead!” harry snapped his teeth in ben’s face. “Uma killed him. So no, he’s not making me do stuff.”

Ben felt ice flood through his veins. Uma had killed hook?

“She- but if she hurt someone you love, why would you follow her? Are you scared of her, or…” ben trailed off when harry let out a loud, high pitched screech of laughter.

“Loved? You think I loved him? Oh, that’s funny.”

His face turned suddenly serious, and he leaned in to whisper in ben’s ear. “All the old man ever did was fucking hurt me. So no, I didn’t love him. And I follow Uma because she saved me.”

Ben closed his eyes, feeling the sharp tip of harry’s hook slide over te skin of his neck in a blatant tease, feeling harry’s warm breath against is ear, feeling-

“Harry. Leave it.”

Ben’s eyes snapped open at Uma’s voice.

She stood in the doorway, her leather teal and black skirt swishing around her hips. She spoke firmly, but a small smile still painted her lips as she gave harry a fond, exhasperated look.

He grinned unapolageticaly back at her. “Just getting him ready for you, darling.”

The endeerment through ben for a loop.

Mal had told him there was n0 ‘dating’ on the isle, discribing it as more gang activity. So to have harry call Uma darling, in front of a proiosoner no less, was strange.

Something pullsed in ben’s heart, an almost ache.

He’d always thought mal’s cold and withdrawn mannerisims were just part of her isle upbringing, always been so convinsed that what they had was true love, even when she pushed him away.

But if Uma and Harry could be openly affectionate… maybe he was wrong.

Maybe he was the problem.

He looked up to find Uma staring at him with a cutrious look on her face. He tried to rally himself.

Im trapped in the bowels of a pirate ship surrounded by Vk’s, he thought. Now is not the time.

“Harry,” Uma drawled, “I think the king is wearing a little too much to be comfortable. After all, it’s quite warm today.”

Harry and ben both froze in confusion.

What?

Uma gestured to the bound and helpless king. “Well, harry? You heard your captian. Get to work.”

Harry hesitated a second longer, then a smile slowly crawled across his face, getting more manic by the second. “Well well well, benny-boo. Let’s see what’s under those fancy auradon rags.”

Ben swollowed hard.

Harry stalked twords him slowly.

He slipped the tip of his hook under the thin material of ben’s navy shirt, and with a distinct rippp, it gave way.

Be nshiverd in the cold air.

Harry ripped the shirt in half, then shoved it down, letting it slide to a stop at harry’s bound hands.

“Pants next,” uma hummed from where she watched. She had taken up residence in a sturdy-looking chair encrusted with seashells that ben hadn’t previously noticed in the gloom, and sat with one leg neatly crossed over the other.

Ben shivered under her penetrating gaze.

Harry yanked ben roughly to his feet and stripped him, leaving him in nothing but boxers and socks.

Harry and Uma both stared.

Ben blushed, glancing down at his blue underwhere covered in little yellow crowns.

He was humiliated.

And then it got so much worse.

Because under their stares, he began to feel himself growing hard. His cock strained agianst his boxers, the tip leaking slightly.

Harry gave a low whistle.

“So he likes humiliation.” He smirked, speaking to uma as though Ben wasn’t even in the room. Uma smiled, a low, predatory thing.

“Perfect.”

Ben shuddered, his eyes wide with fear.

Harry moved tword him again. He grabbed Ben's hands and reached up, hooking his bound wrists to a chain dangling from the ceiling. Ben felt his body stretch, his toes just touching the ground. He felt utterly helpless.

And it was making him so desprate.

He wanted Harry to touch him.

Wait.

He meant- he wanted Uma to touch him, surely? Uma was the one who was getting him worked up, the one making him hard.

Because… Harry was a man.

And Ben wasn’t gay.

He couldn’t be.

King Adem had made sure of that.

He’d screamed at ben enough about being a fag, about how the futer king could never be in love with a boy. It was bad enough that ben linked being dominated by women, he shouldn’t- couldn’t- like men.

And yet, he’d never wanted Audrey or even Mal the way he wanted Harry right now.

And Harry obliged him.

He slid his hand slowly over ben’s torso, lightly muscled from tourney, squeezed at his pecs, ran a hand over his delicate throat- all under Uma’s watchfull eye.

“Pretty,” she cooed. “Two pretty boys.”

Ben glanced at Harry, who was inches away from his face with his hands on ben’s biceps, expecting him to protest at being called pretty. But instead, a gentle blush stained the son of Hook's face.

“Thank ye, Uma,” he murmured.

A beat passed.

“Well?” Uma said. “Aren’t you going to thank me, Ben?”

Ben debated, but te end of Harry’s hook prodding the underside of his chin made the decision for him. “Thank you, Uma,” he growled.

“Now, harry, why don’t you show our guest a good time?” Uma leaned back in her chair with a smirk.

Harry growled with pleasure, leaning forward and licking and sucking at one of ben’s dusky nipples. Ben arched into his mouth with a cry.

Harry bit down, and Ben squirmed, letting out a high-picthced noise of pleasure and pain. Harry grinned against ben’s pale skin. Next, he used is mouth to lick at the young king’s coller bone, laving with his tongue over each freckle, twisting it like he wanted to savore the taste.

And then he dropped to his knees.

Cupping Ben’s length, he swallowed it whole.

Uma and Ben groaned in unison, and ben looked up to see te pirate queen with her gorgeous strong thighs spread, a hand tucked beneath her leggings pleasuring herself to the sight of harry sucking Ben off.

And suck Harry did.

He lavished Ben’s rock-hard length with tongue and lips and even teeth, gently nibbling the end, making Ben moan and squirm, trying depratly to thrust into te warm heat of Harry’s mouth.

“Harry- Uma- please-”

Ben lost himself in incoherent moans, not even realizeing he’d been redused to begging for release.

And yet, Harry held off just enough, teasing and edging the king, till he was wild wit pleasure and desperation.

And then Uma spoke again.

“Let him use you, Harry,” she mo0aned.

Harry stood, released the king’s hands fro mthe chains, and dropped back to his knees.

Ben didn’t even try to escape.

Instead, he looped his hands through harry’s pretty brown curls, thrusting wildly into his open, wet mouth with a moan. He fucked the other man’s face thouroughly, making the pirate gag with each thrust, all while Uma’s moans filled the air.

He barely even noticed Harry tucking a hand into his own pants to pleasure himself, too busy chasing the orgasm, the height of intensity-

And then he came, hard, Harry swallowing down every drop, milking his length.

Ben Collapsed to the floor, thoroughly spent.

“Good boy,” Uma cooed.

She and her first mate had both orgasmed as well.

She staliked over to Ben, who barely protested as she yanked him to his feet.

“Get dressed. It’s neary time to give you back to Mal.”

Ben froze. “What?”

Uma glanced over her shoulder and laughed. “You didn’t really think we’d keep you? No, Benny-boo, we’re trading you. The king for the wand, to bring down the barrier.”

Ben felt so foolish.

All this.. It meant nothing to them.

He glanced at Harry, but the first mate didn’t make eye contact as he stalked away, leaving Ben bound on the floor.

It was over.

[jellycrusher]

Wolves and Lambs: Part 3

Alpha Max Verstappen x Omega fem!driver

Genre: Series, Omega verse, Enemies to Lovers, Romance, Eventual smut

Synopsis: Male Alphas are the ones who dominate motor sports all around the world, especially Formula 1. It is a well known fact. Females in general nor Female Omegas are never heard nor encouraged to join the sport since the 1950s. Well, up until now...

Word Count: 3.9k

Chapter’s Premise: "You are his mate."

Taglist: @laura-naruto-fan1998 @fanboyluvr @giffywiffy3408 @notyouraveragemochii @cmleitora @exotic-iris13 @topguncultleader @mirrorball-6 @barcelonaloverf1life @silscintilla

Parts: W&L masterlist / general masterlist

"Mom, how did you know Dad was The One?"

"I just knew. Your dad was a mighty Alpha, someone who commands attention and respect with every step. Out of everyone I've dated, his pheromones were the only one that affected me to such great extent. Turns out he felt the same way with my pheromones."

"Pheromones?"

"Oh my dear y/n. My sweetheart. Someday you'll know in your heart when you meet the right person."

The sound of the V6 engine. Crowds going wild. The feeling of starting on the front row. Red lights go one by one. It's a rush. Nothing can beat this.

Max was quick to snatch the lead from you on Turn 1. Charles also proved he was a tough act to beat. Ferrari's car was faster on the straights but Aston Martin has amazing rear grip during high speed corners.

And for this track with 4 long straights, fast straight line speed was needed. Even with DRS to assist you, you couldn't keep up with Charles. It was degrading your tire too much.

By lap 35, you descended to P12 after a horrific slow pit stop of 3.4 secs. The pressure got to you and you were about to radio-in your frustration but you were also quick to clear your mind.

Y/N: "What is the gap to the car ahead, Ben?!" Ben: "Albon ahead by 2 secs, then Gasly by 4 secs." Y/N: "All on old tires?"

Ben: "Confirm."

You quickly maneuvered your way on the first chicane going on the inside, easily overtaking Albon and Gasly. You gave everything that you can to battle it out with the Mercedes pair. Russell locked up and you took this opportunity to go for wide and overtake. You were in DRS range of Hamilton during the straight and you went for it as you both take the corner.

The remaining laps felt like an eternity. The confidence you had on your car the past few days didn't translate to today's race. Pre-season testing and Qualifying laps were different. Back then, you were getting a feel on the car without actually pushing it to the limit. But now? It's like getting an expensive exclusively tailored running shoe and using it for a marathon after only practicing with it for a few days.

Everyone had their difficulties on the first track of the season since this will be the first time these cars will be tested against each other's. These are experienced drivers. Driving in F2 compared to this is a whole different story.

And then the race ended much quicker than you've anticipated.

As much as you wanted a podium on your first race, it didn't happen. You were grateful to have gotten the pole position during qualifying but you repeat to yourself that P5 on your first race isn't bad. You could've given more but you aren't attuned to the car just yet. It'll get there.

You halt your car at parc ferme along with the other drivers. As you crawl and lift yourself up out the cockpit, the other drivers went on to congratulate you. Pierre and Alex were so quick to put their arm on your shoulders after you removed your helmet and balaclava.

"That was some amazing driving!"

"You got some moves, y/l/n!"

Both cheered at the same time and Pierre even rustled your hair. Yuki and Esteban joined them in congratulating you. Even the elder drivers such as Lewis and Fernando were amused at the camaraderie you've built with the other drivers.

Max was also able to notice your closeness with the other drivers from where he was standing. He had already celebrated with his mechanics and is just waiting at the side to wait for his turn while Carlos is being interviewed for finishing third.

He doesn't usually make a lot of effort to befriend any rookie but it left a bad taste on his tongue knowing that he's the only one you're not in good terms with. His friends are a good judge of characters and seems to be enjoying your company. Being the competitive person that he is, surely it won't be that hard to make you see him as a friend.

After the podium celebration and media commitments, you were summoned back to the hospitality and had a debriefing with the whole team. Datas upon datas are presented on the screen. The team discussed what worked and what didn't work during the whole race weekend.

Fernando praised how technically involved you are with the team for the car's development. In this line of work, you can't be too critical of yourself or else, it might even negatively affect your performance. P5 was a feat worth celebrating.

You ask Megan if you could stay for a bit inside the room to re-watch your race. Your notebook is your only company while you endlessly analyze every bit of your race.

It was enlightening and relaxing after an hour of working alone in the de-briefing room of the Aston Martin hospitality. You bid goodbye to the other mechanics and engineers that were still in the garage and walked across the paddock to your car.

You see, in the paddock, all hospitalities are arranged closest to farthest from the entrance based on your place in the championship last season. It's a given that the race leaders (Red Bull, Ferrari, and Mercedes) are the ones near the entrance. The midfield teams and back markers are at the end

A real Walk of Shame.

But with Alonso's and Lance's help last year, Aston Martin has now become part of the mid-field and a contender for being frontrunner.

You passed by the Ferrari hospitality when you heard Charles' voice calling out your name. He runs to catch up to you and matches your pace.

"Didn't expect you to stay behind as well." Charles called.

"I wasn't satisfied with my performance." You huffed.

"That was one of the best rookie performances on an opening race I've seen so far. Don't be too hard on yourself." He voiced. "Have fun! It's nerve-wracking but one of the best experiences you'll ever feel." Charles pats your head gently.

"You're right. I'm actually having fun looking at the reactions of the boys whenever I beat them." You joked.

"As harsh as it sounds, I'm glad there's a healthy rivalry between you and the grid. Anyways, how will you get back to the hotel?" Charles asked.

"I brought a car. How about you?"

Charles just grinned and chuckled without saying a word. As if waiting for a response.

You come to a realization on what he was hinting. "Do you want to hitch a ride with me?"

Charles did a poor attempt of a wink and did a thumbs-up gesture. You almost snorted in amusement because the man could not wink properly at all. Thank God, he's good-looking.

"As long as I'm driving." You suggest and Charles hitched a breath. "No arguments or else, I'm leaving you here." You looked around at an almost empty paddock.

He contemplated for a minute. "Fine. Just for the record, I am against this and I wanted to be a gentlemen. You owe me a car ride but next time, you're my passenger." Charles gave in and didn't insist.

"Deal."

The drive to the hotel was short but it didn't feel awkward at all. Charles was such a goofball especially when he opened the window and stuck his head out to scream. Clearly, he was on a high for bagging a podium.

There was a brief moment where you and Charles' eyes met. It was actually comforting, rather than awkward. He was comfortable being goofy around you and you were grateful that somehow this moment made you forget how you were beating yourself up because of the race result.

Charles turns up the speaker after he connects it to his phone and even invites you to sing out loud to As It Was by Harry Styles. He bobs his head so hard and screamed every lyrics out the window. You've seen the reactions of some of the people you've passed by. They're either weirded out by a strange man screaming his lungs out or amazed after they've recognized that it was the Charles Leclerc.

A crowd of people were waiting outside the hotel, screaming and cheering when you and Charles arrived at the hotel lobby. Charles waved at them and you dropped the car key to the valet. His fans were screaming his name in a deafening manner.

Charles walked towards them to sign a few merch items that the fans were holding out.

Somebody screamed out your name and it made you stop in your tracks from entering the lobby. It didn't occur to you that you would have fans this early in the season. You were just a rookie. Still a nobody.

Charles also called out your name and pointed at your fans when you turned.

Two small kids and their mom were screaming your name, beaming with joy. As you go near them, you stretched out your hand to take the shirt they're holding that visibly shows your number.

The kid was so adorable when she saw you signing her shirt. She was grinning from ear to ear, bouncing up and down while tugging her mother's shirt.

"She's a massive fan. She said she wanted to be like you when she grows up." Her mother leans slightly forward to whisper.

"Thank you so much! That's such a high honor." You replied as you knelt down and ruffled the kid's hair. "Did you watch my race?"

The kid aggressively nods. "Yes. You were great! I couldn't take my eyes off you from the screen. I promise to watch your race every time!"

"Well, then I promise that you have something worth watching for." You hand back the shirt to the kid and stood up.

Charles was done taking photos and signing stuff for the fans at the same time you were walking back to the lobby.

"Thanks for the ride! I enjoyed it." Charles turns to you after entering the lobby.

"Just rate your Uber Driver 5 stars please." You chuckle. "I enjoyed it too. You're my favorite passenger so far."

Charles was about to talk but was cut by Carlos who suddenly appeared beside him, arms crossed on his chest. You notice that he wasn't aware of your presence yet.

"Hey Charles! Why did I hear from your manager that you refused to use the car back to the hotel? You left it in the parking lot at the --"

Carlos choked at the sudden slap on his back by Charles. "Really? I wasn't aware that we had a car for me." Charles nervously muttered.

The poor man was confused at Charles' deflection but realized straight away when he noticed you watching the two of them. He stood straight up and waved at you.

"Hey Carlos! I brought back your partner in one piece. He hitched a ride with me." You cackled.

"Did he go crazy again? Turned up your speakers on max?" he asks.

"YES! He was a great passenger though." You beamed.

"Hear that? I was a 5-star passenger." Charles puffed out his chest.

"Yes, yes. Mate, you're late for dinner." Carlos said as he pats Charles' shoulder.

"Oh right!" Charles gasped. "Thank you again for the ride. If you need a driver, don't hesitate to contact me. Okay?" he adds as he slowly walk away with Carlos. You nod and gleamed in return.

It was a peaceful walk back to your room. The thrill of your first F1 race was slowly dying down. You weren't as dejected as you were a few minutes ago. Thanks to all the people who were supporting you.

Your phone buzzed as you exit the elevator. You pull it out from your pocket and saw an unexpected name.

HE WHO MUST BE AVOIDED AT ALL TIMES: Hi Y/n! I just would like to congratulate you for a great race. I saw some of the highlights in the cooldown room.

Aston Martin Y/N: Thank you Max. You too, congratulations on P1!

HE WHO MUST BE AVOIDED AT ALL TIMES: So I guess you also have a team dinner?

Aston Martin Y/N: Just a simple one here at the hotel. Nothing too fancy.

Aston Martin Y/N: I'm sure Red Bull would celebrate your win.

HE WHO MUST BE AVOIDED AT ALL TIMES: I didn't want to but Christian insisted. They've started to open the champagnes. Checo also brought some tequila.

Aston Martin Y/N: Tequila as a post-race reward actually sounds good right now

You assumed that was the end of your conversation but it also surprised you that it continued to go on. You were even replying to his messages during your team dinner.

Max was surprisingly easy to talk to. He could throw very hilarious jokes and even shared some memes with you that some fans have made from the Bahrain GP. The one that got you on a chokehold was a meme of George during the driver's parade. A true meme king. You almost snorted out your nose the water you were drinking while you were checking your phone.

Your constant exchange of banters with Max went on even during the two week break until the Saudi Arabia Grand Prix. You haven't yet talked to him personally outside of the phone conversations. It was easier this way. If only his scent wasn't a cause of your torment, you and Max could even be better friends.

Good thing that almost all of the drivers were so busy with media commitments come Wednesday of the Saudi Arabia GP. Even if you enjoy being text mates with Max, you still felt the need to avoid him.

In contrast with what you feel, you find yourself checking your phone almost every hour to see if you've gotten a message. It was quiet.

"How many times have I seen you checking your phone today? Are you waiting for a text?" Oscar asks as he walks with you through the paddock.

"Nah. I don't know. Kinda feels weird my phone is quiet. Must be busy." You murmured. "I heard Lando saying that you have New York Cheesecake for dessert. Can you spare some for me? Steal some from the Mclaren hospitality? Pretty please?" You hide your phone in your pocket and gestured puppy eyes at Oscar while tugging his shirt.

"Geez, you're such a sweet tooth. Fine, I'll steal some and deliver it to your garage later." Oscar replied. He effortlessly leans his arm on your head and teases you.

"Thanks Mom!" You skipped in joy.

"You have to stop calling me that. If that gets out, the people in the internet will surely start making memes of me as Mom Piastri." He jokes.

"That doesn't sound too bad, Mom." You teased the Australian Driver.

Max just got out of the Red Bull hospitality with his physio when he quickly noticed the two of you meters away from him. He takes note of how often he sees you in such a sunny disposition with the other drivers. He wanted to take out his phone and text you right then but was interrupted when his physio called him out.

It's finally race week!

The pace of your car was wonderful during FP1 and FP2 on the first day. There were no issues and the car was enjoyable to drive. You always land in P2 to P4, and it made you confident going into FP3, qualifying and the race.

However, something felt a bit odd on the second day.

Y/N: "There's a bit of a smell. A strange smell coming from the car. Is something wrong?" Ben: "Okay, we'll have a look." Y/N: "Doesn't feel different when driving but can you please double check?" Ben: "Nothing's coming up on our monitors. You can continue." Y/N: "Copy."

This started during FP3 but thankfully, you were able to finish it with no issues.

During Q1, things started to reach a decrescendo. Even the commentators were starting to get uneasy with how many reports you were giving back to your engineer.

Y/N: "My downshifts are really, really bad." Ben: "Standby." Y/N: "They're just super long. The whole downshift procedure." Ben: "Is there a specific corner?" Y/N: "The last corner is fucked up."

What happened on Q2 was the one that takes the cake. It ended your qualifying stint before you even had the chance to get everything out of the car.

Y/N: "Uhh I have a problem. Engine. Engine Problem. It's almost not accelerating." Ben: "Ok. Understood y/n. Well, we'll do what we can. We're happy for you to try and limp home, if possible."

"Traumatic twist that no one saw coming. The dominant Aston Martin car could not complete Qualifying. and y/n will have to fight through from 15th at best." Brundle commentates.

You went back to the hotel feeling dejected and almost wanted to stay cooped up in your room but the boys were so eager for you to join them for a short game night.

The boys were so chaotic playing Overcooked 2 in Lando's room. Yuki and Pierre were screaming at each other on whether they should throw the burgers their avatars were holding or place it on the counter, while Lando and Alex were bickering and laughing while they figure out how to maneuver their avatars.

"I could use some stress reliever. Thank you." You said as you nudge Oscar's side.

"We all needed it." Oscar replies.

Oscar was quick to react when a knock was heard on the door. He ran to get it and came back with Charles and Max following behind.

"Max, such a surprise to see you here!" Alex calls out Max while his eyes are still glued to the screen.

"I begged for him to come." Charles gleefully pats Max's chest and sat beside Alex.

Max sees you standing on the other side of the bed near Pierre and Yuki. You wave at him and he waves back. This was the first time you've interacted with him this weekend.

The first game ended and the boys gave the controllers to the rest of the group. Oscar sat beside you while Charles and Max sat together.

Charles suggested that they change teammates since Charles and Max's team usually wins during game night. As a handicap, Charles would be your teammate and Oscar would be with Max.

You laugh at the suggestion because when Oscar sat down beside Max, he reverted back to his introverted self. He wasn't as close with Max unlike with the others. He looked like a scared little lamb.

Charles was hilarious all throughout the game. He was even more riled up than you. You let him shout the steps to you while you concentrate on finishing the tasks.

Oscar was doing good with Max. They were bickering like kids but they were able to finish the task better than you and Charles. Max was now standing and focusing on the screen like nothing else mattered.

Everyone was basically cheering and screaming at this point. It wouldn't be a surprise if somebody reported a noise complaint.

At the end of the night, everyone bid goodbye to Lando and Oscar and walked back to the elevator together.

"I'm glad you had fun." Max whispers as he leans closer to you. Both of you were at the back of the group.

"I didn't expect for you to join us but I'm glad you did. Now we have the right amount of people to play the game." You replied.

"Oh right..." Max pauses. "Well, I'm glad I came."

Everyone got in the elevator with you being the last one to enter. The boys were still chatting with each other as you were looking at the screen at the side which says the floor. It dinged on the next floor and a group of five entered.

The other 6 drivers were now quiet while the five strangers were chatting. All of you got pushed back and you were now leaning hard against Max who was behind you.

You try your best not to be nervous at the sudden close proximity between you and the dutch driver. Your body burns at the sensation of his hands at your waist trying to steady you after you waddle out of balance when another person got inside the elevator, further pushing you against Max.

Max noticed a sweet scent within the elevator. Probably from the other people who just came in, he thought. However, when his face got close to backside of your neck, the scent got stronger. He can't help but be drawn to the succulent scent you're emitting from your nape.

Your breath hitched in your throat when you felt Max's breath brush against your skin. You could almost feel Max's chest purring against your back.

Max's scent was also starting to change and you were the only one to notice it. The scent emitting from him was sweet and musky. You could almost whimper at how ambrosial it smells. There was no sense of fear, but pure elation.

The other drivers were blissfully unaware of the tension building up between you and Max as they chat away with the others. You also see Charles joking around with Alex and Pierre.

Max felt your knees buckle slightly and his hands that were on your waist steadies you. Unaware of his surroundings, he continues to take in your delectable scent.

"Stop it, Max..." You whisper, careful not to let anyone else hear you but Max.

He was getting drunk with your scent. It was making him dizzy and he couldn't get enough of it. Like a bee being attracted to a flower's nectar.

His fingers on either side of your waist were now starting to bore into your skin. His growls were now getting slightly audible. The other drivers faintly heard it and were starting to notice a sweet scent as well but didn’t actually realize those were coming from you two. You gripped his right wrist but it didn't even faze Max.

It took him out of his trance when you nudged his stomach with your elbow after you heard the elevator ding and the strangers exited. You stride to the side beside Yuki, and Max steps away opposite to you.

No one could describe what happened between you and Max in that elevator. It left the both of you flushed and panting. Your minds lingering on each other's touch. Eyes glued to each other's gaze.

One by one, the drivers stopped at their respective floors. Leaving you and Max to be the last one left in the elevator. Max's eyes never left you. You avoid his gaze and frantically pressed the elevator button.

Max makes his way to you and slaps his hand on the wall next to you, pinning you in position by his proximity. Completely towering over you.

"Care to explain what happened?" Max grumbled, fighting through his daze.

"I don't know what you mean." You whimpered.

"I'm not stupid. Your smell..." Max slowly leans his face near the crook of your neck. He growls under his breath after one whiff of your scent. "Unlike any pheromones I've smelled."

Max was now burying his face in your neck. You notice the screen on the wall about to stop on your floor. "Max!" You push him slightly, freeing yourself away from him.

You stepped out of the elevator, fighting for your life to stay sane and not get affected by Max's scent. Max's eyes were droopy and his lips were glistening.

Max had no control over his body. He was frustrated that he wasn't able to stop you from fleeing away from him. The farther you ran away, the more his daze faded. The doors of the elevator were now closed and continued to ride up the building.

He knew exactly what had happened. He heard about this from Checo and his parents. There was no denying that you were an Omega and the reason why the both of you had felt that way earlier was because the two of you were fated to meet.

You are his mate.

Next part: Part 4

[velvrei]

for jay from descendants, i want a smut bc he’s so scrumptious- sooo him and reader have been fwb for at least a month, and one day after jay’s tourney game it feels different? SMUT PLS LMFAO tysm i’m in luv your writing 💋

omg YES i’ve been wanting to write for him, also if your request hasn’t been posted yet i’m going down the line! sorry for the wait <3

benefits

pairing: jay x reader

fandom: descendants

summary: jay & the reader are friends with benefits but one day after tourney everything changes

warnings: smut, switch!jay if you squint, oral (m receiving), pet names, somewhat pda, no sex but it’s still filthy

nsfw below the cut .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

usually jay wouldn’t see himself as much of a sexual guy. that was, until he met you.

when you were first introduced to him, by ben, there was obvious chemistry. he was the “bad boy from the isle,” while you were the “good girl from auradon,” (which wasn’t true at all) but you couldn’t help but notice how he got nervous whenever you entered a room. he was basically head over heels for you.

there was even one time, where you overheard him masturbating and he was saying your name. that was what got you.

so that quickly turned into something, flirting, and teasing each other. then you both discussed it one night after mutually masturbating with each other, and you both agreed to become friends with benefits.

you were sat at his tourney game realizing how far you both had come, literally.

you watched in awe as he scored the game winning goal, making you smile as he was lifted up by his teammates and the whole crowd started cheering.

the group carried him into the locker room, cheering, and your smile stayed displayed on your face.

a couple minutes later, you felt a nudge at your shoulder, turning to see evie.

“i saw you staring at him. the whole game.” she spoke with a giggle, wrapping her arm around you. you rolled your eyes and smiled, “he’s hard not to look at. i was just watching the game.”

evie scoffed. “whatever you two got going on, friends don’t look at friends that way. go convince him! the worst that could happen is that he rejects your offer and you continue fucking occasionally.” evie laughed.

you smiled at her, “okay, fine.” you quickly ran to the locker room and made sure all the other guys were out. jay was the only one in there, you could tell, he was humming a deftones song as he washed his body.

you watched, trying not to giggle as you slowly started took off your clothes. you were fully undressed as you walked over to him and he turned, saw you and jumped.

“you almost gave me a heart attack!” he spoke with a laugh, holding his hand over his heart. “why are you in here!?” he whisper yelled, remembering where he was.

you smiled, “you won, jay, i’m here to celebrate. remember what i said earlier?”

jay felt his cheeks get hot, remembering what you said. “that if i won i would do whatever you wanted me to?” you nodded and wrapped your arms around his chest, hugging him and gently placing your lips onto his.

“what’s it gonna be, captain?” your words made him smile, and immediately get hard, “i don’t know, maybe you should kiss me first.”

as cliche as he sounded, you could never resist his touch. your lips smashed onto his, his hands roamed to your waist, using his hands to apply force and push you against the wall. he was always more aggressive when he was hornier.

your tangled your fingers in his soft, raven hair, smiling into the kiss as tugged and he gasped into the kiss, then moaned.

you slowly pulled your lips away, earning a small whine from him. he stopped and watched as you slowly got onto your knees. “baby…” he trailed off, as if he didn’t want you to.

you shushed him, “don’t even start, love. unless you don’t want me to…” you started to slowly stand up. he stopped you.

“no, please do. i just don’t want you to feel like you have to. that’s all.” he spoke. his words made you smile.

he watched as your face changed, and you smiled, completely changing your whole demeanor.

his mouth fell slightly open as you spoke, “baby, i like pleasing you. especially when i get to hear those pretty sounds you make. gets me wet every time. fuck my throat. do whatever you want to me.” his hips practically buckled as you spoke. he rested his head on the shower wall, “fuck, okay.”

he tried not to melt as he felt you run your tongue the underside of his cock, looking up at him with doe eyes as he swore loudly, his voice slightly louder than before.

you moved your tongue along his tip many times until his hips stuttered, “fuck. i’m sensitive, please,” his pants only made you more eager to tease him.

jay wasn’t normally one to beg, but when it came to you, and he was extra horny, he loved letting all his filthy little words fall from his mouth.

“be patient, baby.” you spoke. your hand gripped firmly, very slowly pumping his cock. his slit was leaking with precum, he was already so worked up by you.

he watched carefully as your lips wrapped around his tip, you kept pumping him but this time at a faster pace. “fuck, feels so good,” he managed to mutter along with his whimpers and pants.

you started to bob your head on him, resisting the urge to moan as he moaned. the realization was sinking in. the hot guy in front of you, was moaning and whimpering because of your mouth. you couldn’t imagine anything hotter.

he looked at you with half-lidded eyes, he was already a moaning mess and she knew he wouldn’t last much longer. he had a thing for being dirty in public and he also just loved the sight of you on your knees for him.

“keep stroking it while you suck it baby… i’m so close, fuck.” his voice was almost slightly high pitched, the whine he let out after added the affect.

you bobbed your head faster before holding your head at the base of his cock. he practically lost his breath, “oh fuck, you want it don’t you.” he said, throwing this head back. he moved his hands to the back of your head and held it there, keeping him at the back of your throat.

he started thrusting his dick in and out of your throat, practically using you as his way to release. “i’m cumming, oh my god!” his whine sent shivers straight to your core.

he held your head as he came tensing up before he shivered and loosened his grip after his high came to its end. you swallowed all you could, a few drops leaving your mouth and washing away with the water into the shower drain.

jay was still out of breath, shivering as he realized what just happened. “are you okay? did i hurt you? i’m sorry-” he immediately began to ramble, realizing how much his arousal took over.

“that was so hot,” was all you said as you stood up. jay sighed and watched as you just smiled at him, no sign of hurt or discomfort in your expression.

he pushed your wet hair behind your ear, “are you sure i didn’t hurt you?” he used his other hand to softly lift your chin.

you shook your head, “no, my love. i actually enjoyed that.”

jay sighed and stepped out of the shower. he grabbed your clothes and handed them to you before he got dressed himself.

when you were dressed, he turned to you with a grin.

“how about you let me take you out on a real date?” you could tell he was nervous, his hands were shaking, could’ve been from the breathtaking orgasm he had not even two minutes ago, he was still out of breath, and when he tied his towel around his waist he failed twice before actually tying it.

you smiled, ready to tease him again, “are you asking me that because of the blowjob or because you like me?”

jay rolled his eyes, “because i like you, y/n. you know you don’t always have to be so difficult and demanding.” as he finished his sentence his towel fell down once again.

you couldn’t help but giggle, “well, you seem to like it when i’m demanding, you were moaning at my words not even 2 minutes ago.” you slowly walked up and him and ran a hand through his hair, “handsome boy.”

his dick hardened immediately as he watched her walk away. “goddamnit, y/n!”

[writerofthewinds]

Masterlist :

My global tumblr master list :

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-Upcoming projects

Masterlist updates as I go.

PJO master list :

Jason grace :

NSFW alphabet An NSFW alphabet full of sexual headcanons

Fluff Alphabet A fluff alphabet full of nonsexual headcanons about being his romantic partner

Forgotten Legacy A fanfic post-ToA where you're working together on an anthropology project

Your mouth is mine to do as I please A smut fic where a jealous jase decides to teach you to who your mouth belongs.

Jason grace with Arabic boyfriend Headcanons about him having an Arabic boyfriend!

Jason grace with a boyfriend with anger issues hc's

Somebody call the blonde! A fic I had the idea while writing the HCs about anger issues.

I thought I lost you A fic where the reader is a child of aurora with angst to fluff at the end

Percy Jackson :

NSFW alphabet An NSFW alphabet full of sexual headcanons

Fluff alphabet A fluff alphabet full of nonsexual headcanons about being his romantic partner

Will Solace :

NSFW alphabet

Descendants :

Ben Florian :

Random headcanons

Random headcanons part 2

The title with no hyperlinks means they still need to be published.

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Fluff alphabet

NSFW alphabet

Last update: 15.04.2023

[writingforcuteppl]

Ride Me

PAIRING: Sparrow!Ben Hargreeves x Reader

SUMMARY: You were always fascinated by Ben’s tentacles and he noticed that. Now he’s going to use that information to his advantage

GENRE: Smut.

WARNINGS: Fem-Reader, lewd, riding tentacles, degrading and praising

WORD COUNT: 980 words

You were always fascinated by Ben’s tentacles. Like how do they work? How does he summon them? Does he feel pain when someone hurts the tentacles? How can he summon a specific number of tentacles? Can he summon more than 4 tentacles? And a lot more questions are always roaming in your mind.

Whenever Ben used his tentacles, you couldn’t help but stare at them. They were amazing. The way he could control them even if they weren’t part of his body. You tried to be as cautious as possible when looking at his tentacles, but of course, he noticed. At first, he thought that maybe you were shocked or scared of them, but the more he used them, the more he realized that it was all the opposite. You were admiring them. So he decided to use them whenever he could. Being the person he was, he loved being admired, and you were giving that to him.

Of course, your thoughts didn’t stop there. The idea of him using the tentacles on you was something you really wanted, but you were scared to even suggest to him something like that. What if he felt hurt and thought that you weren’t satisfied at all with only him? So you kept your thoughts to yourself. On the other side, Ben wanted the same. He usually uses his tentacles most of the time, and he has been wanting to use them on you for quite some time now, but he didn’t know how to come to you with the idea. Yeah, you loved the tentacles, but what if you had limits with them? Life was too short to keep only wondering. And it all came to one day while making out with Ben.

Ben was kissing you passionately, something you really enjoyed since most of the time he was just needy, not that you complained. You didn’t even notice when all of your clothes were on the floor of his room, the kisses he gave you left you dizzy. You started to leave wet kisses on his neck, but he stopped you.

“Wait. I want to try something” You could hear the doubt in his voice. As if he was scared of what he was about to do. You wanted to ask about what he was talking about, but the tentacle coming out of him caught you by surprise. “Ride it,” you were surprised. You stayed in silence for a while, looking at the tentacle that was in front of you. Looking at your response, or, well, lack of it, Ben decided to take the matter into his hands.

“Didn’t you hear me? I told you to ride the tentacle” You looked at him in disbelief. Another tentacle came out of Ben, this one wrapping around your waist, making you get up a little bit so the other one could slide between your body and Ben’s. You didn’t need the tentacle guidance to know what to do next. You descended on top of the tentacle. The coldness of the tentacle made you shiver at the contact. “Go on, ride it like the good girl you are” You didn’t need to be told twice. You started to move slowly, noticing the difference between when you rode his leg and his cock. It felt wet. Not only did your juices help you slide better through the length of the tentacle, but the gooey substance that coated the tentacle was also helping. The sounds were filthy, which only made you more turned on than you already were.

Ben was staring at you. The way you moved at your own pace, giving yourself the pleasure you needed, the way your face showed the fun you were providing yourself, your chest coming up and down due to your erratic breathing, the way you looked into his eyes while riding one of his tentacles. God, you were so hot. Ben grabbed the back of your neck, kissing you. The tentacle around your waist started to move your hips faster. You moaned into the kiss. Ben realized that at any moment, you would cum. He managed to move the tentacle you were riding, strengthening the pleasure.

“That’s it slut, cum for me. Be a good girl and cum on my tentacle, like the needy whore you are” It took only a few more seconds, and you came on the tentacle. Your whole vision blurred, and heat waves were going through your entire body. A soft moan came out of you. The view of you cumming was a view Ben never grew tired of. And it made him proud to be the reason for your pleasure.

Ben gave you small pecks, praising how good you were for him. Always saying as you were told. Again, the tentacle around your waist moved you up, and you felt the tentacle you just used to get yourself off playing with your entrance.

“Ben…”

“Just do this for me, ok?” How could you say no to him? You nodded, and the tentacle started to enter inside you. Your mouth opened up. It felt good. The irregular form of the tentacle managed to fill you up perfectly, but you still preferred his cock. The tentacle started to move in and out of you, making you feel overwhelmed due to your last orgasm. Ben reached for your clit, rubbing it, helping you get closer and closer to your high. It was just too much.

“So tight… it doesn’t matter how many times I fuck you, you still manage to be as tight as possible” his words were what you needed. You came around the tentacle.

“That’s my good girl” Ben’s tentacles got off of your body, making you collapse on his body. He held you. You could feel him leave kisses all over your face. Using his tentacles on you was definitely something he’s going to do more often.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

n a v i g a t i o n

[theaawalker]

Fandoms I'll Write For

Marvel (not Iron Man, Starlord, Loki, Thor, Doctor Strange, or Hawkeye, Drax, Victor Creed, Antman, Adam Warlocke, AG's Spiderman, or Cyclops)

DCEU (not Peacemaker, Killer Croc, JL's Joker, RP's Batman, or anyone from Gotham except Jerome/Jeremiah Valeska)

Scream Queens (not Chad Radwell or Pete Martinez)

American Horror Story (only Murder House, 1984, Freakshow, and Cult)

Hunger Games (not Gale, Maymitch, President Snow, or Cato)

The Maze Runner (not Ava Paige, Jorge, or Janson)

My Little Pony

Once Upon A Time (not Hook, David, Rumple, Neal, Peter Pan, or Zelena)

Pacific Rim (not the sequel)

Twilight (not Seth, Edward, Carlyle, or Jasper)

Stranger Things (not Will Byers, Billy Hargrove, or Jim Hopper)

IT (2017, 2019, and tv series) (not Henry Bowers or Pennywise)

Jurassic Park/World (not Owen Grady or Ian Malcolm)

Jumanji (1997 & 2017)

Zathura (not the dad or robot)

Stand By Me (not Ace Merrill)

Girl, Interrupted (not Jared Leto's character)

The Black Phone (not the Grabber or Mr. Blake)

Teen Wolf (the film & series)

Equestria Girls

Teen Wolf (not Peter, Jackson, Theo, or Derek)

The Office (not Jim, Ryan, or Dwight)

Now You See Me (not Dylan Rhodes or Merritt McKinney)

Descendants (not Chad, Harry, Ben, Jay, or Carlos)

Sky High (not Zach or Speed)

Percy Jackson films (not Luke Castellan)

The Umbrella Academy (not Five)

TMNT (live action ver. only)

Dance Moms (not the final season)

Ender's Game

Wednesday (not Xavier, Tyler, or the Dean)

Spiderman: Into the Spiderverse (not Mentor Peter Parker)

Unbreakable (not Hedwig or Dennis)

Big Hero 6

The Black Mirror

Dynasty (not Culhane, Adam, or Blake)

Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory

Spy Kids

Sharkboy & Lavagirl

Clue, Knives Out, & Glass Onion

Back to the Future (not Biff), Breakfast Club (not Bender), Sandlot, Stand By Me (not Ace Merrill), Mighty Ducks, The Outsiders (not Dally, Two-Bit, Randy, Bob, Steve, or Darry)

I’m willing to write imagines for underage characters so long as there's no romance (examples: hang out with the Losers Club at the barrens; go shopping with Eleven and Max; play baseball with Finney and Bruce). I’m allowed to deny any request and the longest I should take ever to write one is about 2 weeks. I’ll write smut, fluff, angst, poly relationships, LGBTQ+, etc. Generally most of my x readers are female unless stated otherwise.

What I won’t write-

I won’t write anything to do with rape, bestiality, necrophilia, incest, romance with anyone younger than 18, gun play, anything about poo(sexually), anything about urine(squirting is fine considering it’s not technically urine), age gaps. See guidelines for more details.

Thanks for reading❤️

A.A. Walker

[pink-princess-pussy-pop]

Welcome Home - King Ben x Reader Smut!

Warnings: smut, ben cusses :)

Request: Hi! Could i request a king ben smut where he has like a tough meeting about some other country and goes into his office where the reader is waiting for him all sweetly and he just bends her over his desk and gets his frustrations out?

(The way he smiles makes my insides CHURN.)

Everything was planned to a T. After being gone for two weeks, visiting King Charming and Queen Cinderella, Ben was finally returning.

Chad had unfortunately, but not surprisingly, done a stupid business deal with some pirates off the coast of Auradon. Since he was technically in Auradon waters, Ben was the one who had to handle it. After sorting out the issues with the pirates, he’d gone to King Charming’s castle to discuss the matter further, leaving you to govern Auradon.

Not that you minded, you just missed your husband. A great deal. So his arrival needed to be perfect.

His plane would arrive the next morning and so you had taken the initiative to have everything prepared. You’d asked the staff to prepare his favorite meals, planned a date for the next evening, and as your own added touch, we’re now setting the biggest vase of blue roses on his desk.

You opened your phone, looking at the last text he’d sent you.

It was from this morning,

See you soon, my love.

You simply couldn’t wait.

Your days were lonely without him, as were the nights. And selfishly, you’d been missing something else. These past two weeks was the longest you and Ben had ever been apart and your body was definitely feeling the repercussions.

You really missed Ben.

ALL of Ben.

As you turned around, the door to his office opened. Your head looked backwards and your heart jumped at the sight of your husband. His bag fell to the floor at the sight of you.

You froze in place, leaning back on his desk.

“Wha- why are you back?”

He smiles.

“Wanted to surprise you. Didn’t think you’d be in my office, sweetheart.” He walks closer to you. “Are you not happy to see me?” His brow arches.

“No, I am I’m just confused-“ Your words are cut off by a kiss. Ben lifts you up sit on his desk, stepping between your thighs. As much as you want to give in, you push against his chest. “Wait, Ben… how was the meeting?”

His eyes roll.

"Horrible. Chad's dad is an asshole. Chad is an asshole. The pirates were assholes. Now, I'm finally home and I'd really, really like to fuck my wife. Is that okay with you?" His eyes flicker down to your lips then back up to your eyes.

"Uh... yeah sure. That's cool."

"Great." His hand wraps around your head, pulling you into him again, lips meeting yours. Your hands find his face, thumbs sliding over his cheeks and pull him closer.

His fingers trail down your body and then grab your waist.

"Ben..." He keeps kissing you. "Do you maybe wanna..." Another. "Go back to our room?" His fingers play with the hem of your blue dress.

His voice comes out hoarse and deep.

"No, I think we are gonna stay right here."

Ben's lips attached to your neck, fingers threading up into your hair to tilt your head back.

The other hand begins pushing your skirt up higher and higher. Your breathing turns uneven as your eyes dart around, hoping no one is going to walk in on your escapades.

"Ben, are you sure..." He pulls away harshly, glaring at you.

"Do I need to bend you over my desk, Y/N?" You suck in a breath as a deep blush crosses your cheeks. His eyebrows raise because of course he notices and then his eyes roll. "Oh for fucks sake."

And then before you can even blink, Ben has you bent over his desk with your skirt over your hips.

You whine as his hips roll into yours, fingers curling over the edge of his desk. Your head turns, ready to glare at him when he rips your underwear clean off.

Your eyes widen in surprise, stammering out his name but go silent when you feel him podding at your entrance.

His voice is hushed next to your ear, sending goosebumps all over your body.

"A loss for words, honey?" His fingers tighten on your hips as he pushes into you. Your knuckles turn white as your grip on the table tightens as well. He gives you no time to adjust to him and begins ramming into you. You shove your face into your arm, biting the flesh to contain your lewd sounds. "Fuckin' hell. Missed you so much."

One of Ben's hands leaves your side to press down on your back and you arch in response. Though you cannot see him, Ben grins. He loves your body's response to his. He can never get enough.

His jaw sets as he nears his orgasm, he'd missed you so much that he could barely hold it in. The sounds of his groans fill the office, along with the slapping of hips and the wetness of your core.

Desperate to make you come before him, his fingers dip between your conjoined hips to circle your clit. You jolt in response, an especially loud moan escaping your throat, boosting Ben's already inflated ego even more.

Before either of you know it, your pelvic muscles squeezing uncontrollably around him and his body collapses onto yours, absolutely spent. The two of you are silent while you come down from your highs and then Ben places soft kisses across your shoulders.

"Welcome home, my king." He groans as he feels himself harden inside of you.

"Oh, honey..." He pulls back, ready for round two. "Welcome home indeed."

Not sure if this is what you had in mind but there ya go. Hope you enjoy:)

[descendantofthesparrow]

Hii! I’m a new descendants stan and Thomas Doherty simp here, do you have any fic recs?

hi!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! welcome to the fandom~ its lowkey dead lol, of course-i rec my fics as i am the top Harry Hook bitch 'round these parts~ i have a whole master list available to read-but the other fic recs i have~ (be warned i mostly read x readers or huma fics)

my fav fics of mine are Regained passion(ballarina/chads sister reader!), the poyw series(our world reader gets sent to descendants and falls in love with Harry)(which has several rewrites and revises, but i suggest reading 2.0 and rewrite the most), and cant stop this feeling(mermaid!chubby! reader)-which is a smut fic so...yeah :D

Chasing the ocean by @findmeontheisle is amazing-i do not believe its completed yet(its very very slow updates but so worth the wait) but its such a good read-its an Harry Hook x reader(of course)

ANY of @disneyfan50's fics!!!!(which are hosted on quotev) like-they're so good-so good, she does justice to Ben's character and even Mal's character in certain fics(even if it's making her worse igbh), most of her fics are OC fics or have an OC in the fics that it mainly follows-aka Lia~ my queen~ the best of these oc fics being True defender and Rewrite the stars~ she ships Lia and Ben and its so cute-i love them so much

@humaforever has a buncha good Huma fics, like *mwah* chefs kiss

@eloras-headcanons is a fellow Harry bitch and has some AMAZING fics to read that have Harry as the main character(we love to put him through so much trauma and angst, like-frfr) my favorite of their fics is Labour of love! which is a chef/baker harry fic that bonds with ms.potts during his time at auradon prep and includes a madness curse~!(they are having writing block for descendants/harry so-slow updates~ but very worth reading)

isle of De vil is a good fic! its a d1/d2 carlos got left behind on the isle fic where he joins the pirates and gets feels for Harry n Uma, its very good-10/10

the line between is a sea three go to Auradon in d1 instead fic! its actually where i first read about the madness curse and just-yoinked it for myself lololololol, its very good, good amount of fluff, angst, yerning, Ben being adnorable, and Gil being a good boi-Huma fic with a side of Ben wanting to date the pirates, its incomplete but so good.

am i good, am i bad, help me figure out who i am? is SUCH a good fic-its complete and a reverse au of D1 that includes the D2 babes-where Ben, Jane, Doug, Lonnie and Aziz(a character from the books) go to the isle instead of the c4 going to Auradon, it includes Bal(cute bal) huma, Lonnie/Jay/carlos, Azis/Jonas, ad Gil/Jane(WHICH IS SO CUTE I CANT), plrently of angst and isle chaos-Lonnie and Aziz join the pirates and Jane is such a brave blue bird in it i love her sm

theres really alot of good fics on a03, thats a good place to look-dont forget to reblog and leave some love for the fics you read on here, and comment and kudos on a03~!

[hazza-bear-care]

Hiii. Can i have an imagine/fanfic. Where reader is Poe's sister and she have been in love with Kylo/Ben since ever, bc they know each other since they were kids. So, they have a special connection and decide to see in a secret place. maybe a little smut/romantic at the end. 🎆

this has been sitting in my inbox for YEARS and i am so sorry i haven't answered it! I hope you enjoy, my lovely!

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The air was filled with electricity as Kylo Ren flew his ship to a remote outpost in the Outer Rim. He had been secretly meeting with his childhood best friend and fellow Padawan, Norra Dameron, for years. His defection to the Dark Side dented their relationship, but the connection they had was still ever present. As he descended towards the outpost, an X-Wing bearing a rebellion symbol met is view, a gentle smirk gracing his lips as he landed on the opposite side of the worn down outpost.

The gravel under his boots crunched with every step he took, lightsaber at the ready for any threats he hadn't accounted for before knocking a secret pattern on the door. The Force tingled around him as the door slid open, Norra's head peeking out from around the corner, a blaster poised in her small hand.

"Commander Ren." Norra said, stepping aside to allow Kylo entry into their meeting place, holstering her blaster as she faced the towering stature of her best friend.

"Lieutenant Dameron." As soon as the door slid shut behind him, Kylo swept Norra into his arms, a heavy kiss shared between them.

"I missed you," Norra mumbled against Kylo's lips, her fingers digging into his black armor.

"I've missed you too, sweetheart. How's your training going?" Kylo pulled himself away from Norra, his gloved fingers pushing a stray curl back behind her ear.

"It's going well, thank you. I feel stronger every day." She threw her left hand out and channeled the Force, quickly crumpling a metal panel in the wall of the dilapidated outpost. She ripped it from the wall, sparks flying as the wires underneath the panel were exposed suddenly.

"You are stronger, Little One. I'm impressed." Kylo's gruff monotone voice echoed around the empty room as he wrapped his arms around her waist, planting his chin on top of her head as they swayed silently together.

"How much time do we have?" Norra questioned, wanting to absorb as much time as she could, their meetings becoming spread out the more the First Order grew.

"Two hours, give or take. General Hux and I have a meeting with Supreme Leader Snoke to discuss the girl from Jakku." Norra's lips set in a thin line, her loyalty to her best friend waning as he mentioned the newest addition to the Rebel cause. Kylo felt the air stiffen as Norra's feelings seeped out around her. "I love when you get jealous. You know you're the only one for me, right?"

"I know. Well, best not keep the good general waiting." Norra answered, spinning in Kylo's grasp, her hazel eyes boring deeply into his brown ones. Kylo scoffed and rolled his eyes, his general anything but good. He pressed a heated kiss to Norra's mouth, tapping her thighs and catching her with strong arms when she jumped into his grasp. As her thin fingers wrapped in his hair, Kylo was happy he left his mask in his ship, tracing his tongue along her bottom lip before plunging into her mouth. Norra groaned at the feeling of Kylo's tongue dancing with hers, her fingers gripping tighter in Kylo's unruly hair.

"Kylo, fuck me, please." Norra whined as Kylo's lips trailed down her neck, tearing her robes away from her body to access more of her tanned skin. While Kylo undressed her, she ripped her hair out of the bun she had tied it in, wild brown curls falling down to her shoulders. She gripped Kylo's armor, fumbling with it as she tried to remove it with trembling hands. No matter how often she and Kylo had met in secret, learning each other's bodies, her nerves always managed to burn under her skin.

Kylo dropped Norra to her feet, watching with hungry eyes as her uniform pooled around her ankles and leaving her bare. He stripped himself out of his armor and his black robes, removing his gloves so he could feel her soft flesh as she writhed under him. Kylo swept her into his arms once more, placing her on a dusty metal desk, goosebumps popping up on her thighs. Another kiss was shared, Kylo's warm hands spreading her thighs open to give him access to her most intimate part. He swiped two of his long fingers through her already soaked folds, a shiver spreading through Norra as the butterflies in her tummy began to flutter aggressively.

"I've barely touched you, Little One, and you're already soaked. Are you ready?" Kylo's voice dropped another octave, thick with arousal as Norra nodded beneath him. He plunged two fingers into her sopping wet pussy, smirking as she moaned loudly at the intrusion. He slowly pumped his fingers in and out of her, curling into her g-spot.

"Kylo, please!" Norra's fingernails dug into the bare skin of Kylo's arms as she begged once more for him to pound her into oblivion.

"Patience, my love. I promise to make you feel good, and I always keep my promises." Kylo connected his lips to Norra's collarbone, sucking a dark mark onto her skin, soothing the pain with his tongue before he switched sides. He loved marking her up, having her leave him for long periods of time with enough memories to last until they could reunite again. His fingers pumped in and out of her at a faster and more brutal pace, her moans flowing freely and bouncing around the abandoned outpost as her orgasm began building inside her. Kylo took one of her nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around her peak while his hand pinched the other. Norra's hand wrapped around the back of his head, pressing the tall man further into her plush chest and moaning at his ministrations. Kylo's palm brushed against her clit with every thrust of his fingers inside her, adding a third to fill her up even more. Her tight heat clenched around his fingers, signaling that her orgasm was rapidly approaching. Kylo pulled away from her breasts, trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses up her neck until his lips were by her ear. "Cum for me, my little Rebel. Let the galaxy know who makes you feel this good."

The coil in Norra's stomach snapped, her arousal gushing around Kylo's long fingers. He pulled his hand away from her core, shoving his soaking digits into her mouth and groaning when she started sucking her orgasm from his fingers. He pumped himself a few times before lining up to her entrance, his tongue replacing the fingers in her mouth as he thrusted into her. He bottomed out instantly, the tip of his cock brushing against her swollen g-spot. Kylo's hips jerked as he set an intense pace, one of his big hands wrapping around her throat.

"Fuck, Kylo, feels so good! Don't stop, please!" Norra cried, her thighs locking around Kylo's hips as he buried himself deeper inside her. He moaned loudly at the feeling of Norra's pussy clenching around his thick cock, his hand pushing harder against her throat. Norra's face turned red as she struggled to breathe, her fingers tapping the outside of Kylo's thigh to tell him to lighten his touch. He removed his hand completely as the sound of a smack echoed around the room, slapping her clit before rubbing it in fast circles.

"You're so close. Give it to me, I know you can." Kylo ordered, his hips and fingers going impossibly fast as he coaxed her approaching orgasm to the surface. He pressed another kiss to her mouth, swallowing Norra's moans and screams as she raced towards her orgasm, her thighs trembling as she began matching Kylo's aggressive and sloppy thrusts.

"More, Kylo. Please, I need more!" Norra yelled, her tummy tightening as her orgasm drew ever closer. With his fingers working her clit, his cock buried balls deep inside her, and his mouth still muffling her moans, Kylo relied on the Force, his surge of power pinching her nipples. That was all it took for Norra to scream and thrash in Kylo's grasp, his hips stuttering as his own orgasm took over, spilling his seed inside his best friend. Norra's thighs shook as Kylo stilled inside her, the feeling of her pussy more comforting than any hug he had ever gotten. He ran his fingers through her curls, her eyes still blown wide with lust.

"Come back with me, Norra." Kylo whispered earnestly, pressing more kisses to her throat, showering her with love and adoration.

"I can't. Poe would scour the entire galaxy to find me." Norra's fingers brushed over the warmth of Kylo's skin as she reveled in the affection she was being given.

"Don't you want to rule with me? Fuck in my bed and display to everyone who owns you?" He asked, brushing his lips over one of the hickeys on her collarbone.

"You know I'd love to, but my loyalty is to my brother, and his lies with the rebellion. My hands are tied, Kylo." The tall commander pushed himself away from Norra, throwing her clothes in her direction as he dressed himself quickly. Norra followed his lead, shoving her feet into her boots and trying to ignore the throbbing between her thighs. Her head hung low as she popped her knuckles, tying her hair back into a bun as she and Kylo prepared to part ways for another undefined length of time.

"She's with the rebellion, the girl from Jakku." Norra muttered as she adjusted her blaster and lightsaber against her waist.

"I'm aware. Anything else?" Kylo asked curtly, turning back towards Norra and watching as she shook her head.

"I overheard something about Maz Katana's tavern, but I'm not positive about anything else."

"I see." Norra nodded, deeming the conversation over as she walked back to the door of the outpost, stealing a peek at the surrounding area to see if anyone had found them while they were wrapped in each other's embrace just a few moments before. The coast was clear.

"I guess we'd better be going then, Commander Ren. Wouldn't want to keep the Supreme Leader waiting. I've heard he's not a patient man." Norra called over her shoulder, surveying the dusty room to make sure she wasn't forgetting anything before making her way back towards her borrowed X-Wing. As she reached for the ladder leading to the cockpit, Norra was spun around, a desperate kiss planted on her mouth.

"I love you, Lieutenant Norra Dameron. Thank you for your help, sweet girl."

"You're welcome, Commander Kylo Ren. I'd do anything for you. I love you, too." They kissed again, Kylo reaching around her waist to pinch her ass, chuckling at the squeal that she pressed against his lips.

"I'll see you soon." With that, Kylo Ren turned and stalked towards his ship, climbing into the cockpit. Ever the gentleman, Kylo stared at Norra as she also entered her ship, allowing her to take off before he followed.

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Rated Explicit - 1.9k One Shot - M/M - Explicit Sexual Content

Summary: Kidnapped by the the Sea Three, Ben is left to the whims of Hook’s son Harry. When asked to watch the prince by Uma and told she doesn’t care what Harry does with him as long as he’s left alive, Harry decides a strip search is in order.

Based on a prompt from one of my readers.

Featured pairing: Ben/Harry Hook

Key Tags: Clothed Male Naked Male

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Leather and Lace

Santiago "Pope" Garcia X Fem!OC

With: Frankie "Catfish" Morales, Benny Miller, and Will "IronHead" Miller

Chapter 2

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Fic Summary: While on the mission, Pope and the guys find a girl tied up in the basement of a drug lord. Through a few unforeseen circumstances, the girl and Pope get separated from Will, Frankie and Benny and have to find their way back in the woods. She doesn't talk, is malnourished and traumatized, and Pope has the instinct to protect her at all costs.

WARNINGS!!!: for whole fic there’s gonna be violence, mentions of blood, mentions of sex trafficking, ptsd, sexual trauma (past), physical trauma, gunshots, eventual smut!! Don’t read just for the smut tho cuz it’s not smut focused.

A/N This will be a series! I've never written Santi before, so what started as one shot turned into a mini series.

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The basement was dark and cold as Santiago and Frankie descended the staircase, their flashlights placed below their guns to light the way, scanning the room for anyone else they needed to kill as Benny and Will cleared the upstairs. The four of them had taken care of the first floor together, taking out the few guards that were left.

Seeing no switches to turn on, Frankie went right and Santi went left, clearing the single room. “HANDS UP!” Santi shouted to anyone potentially in the basement. 

“Shit, Pope” Frankie called over, Santi cleared his side and went to where his friend called him, that’s where he saw her. Initially, he thought she was dead. There was a girl tied up in the corner, face bloodied as she slumped as far as the ropes against the chair allowed her. “Miss?” Frankie called before glancing at Santi with a raised eyebrow. The girl was in shorts and a low cut tank top, showing off the bruises marking her skin. It was way to cold down here to be dressed that like that. “Is she breathing?”

Please don’t be dead, please don’t be dead…. “Fuck…” He mumbled, lowering his gun and flashlight while Frankie kept his up, he placed his hands on her neck and found a pulse on her cold skin. “Well, she’s-” alive, he was going to say, before her eyes shot open with a gasp. When the girl saw the gun in her face, she screamed briefly before shutting her eyes and mouth tightly, bracing herself. “Hey, hey it’s okay” Santiago Garcia put his hands on her shoulders, trying to calm her, but she just started whimpering eyes closed. “We’re not going to hurt you.”

“Pope, give her space…” Frankie warned, knowing Santi can be intense.

He glanced up to Frankie “Put the gun away”

Frankie lowered the gun, but didn’t put it away while Santi went around to the back of the chair. When he began cutting the ropes around her arms, she visibly started shaking. “Catfish, she’s handcuffed to the chair” He popped his head around, back into Frankies view, looking concerned. 

Nodding, Frankie put his gun away and grabbed his radio “Benny, come to the basement, bring shit to pick a lock.”

‘What is taking you guys so long?’

“Ben, now” Frankie ordered. Ben didn’t respond, which Santi knew meant he was coming. Frankie kept his senses alert, aware Santi was clearly distracted. This was going to be a problem. She was going to be a problem. 

“Miss?” Santi spoke softly, carefully. “We’re gonna get you out, okay? We’re not here to hurt you.” She didn’t reply. “Can you tell me your name? I’m Santiago”

Frankie, who was scanning the room, whipped his head back to Santi “Are you crazy? You don’t know who she is.”

“She’s obviously being trafficked!” He was knelt at the chair and nodded to the handcuffs “Look at her wrists, they look like shit.”

“You don’t know, Pope. She could have more to do with this than you think, and you don’t know where her loyalties are.”

Santi stood up, irritated. “Well, I don’t think her loyalties are with the people who did that-” he motioned to the bloodied girl, who continued to keep her eyes closed tightly like she was braced for pain. “To her face.”

“She could have Stockholm Syndrome” Franki insisted. “Just don’t tell her more than you need to.”

“It doesn’t matter what she has, because she’s not going back to them to tell them anything” Pope spoke as if his voice was a command to fate. She will not go back, she will not be hurt again. All the things he had done in his life, he wanted to do some good.

“Oh fuck…” Benny  practically hopped down the stairs, pulling out a few small items. Benny could pick about any lock. “Who is she?” He asked Santi.

“No idea...” Pope watched as Ben undid her handcuffs with ease. Finally, the girl opened her eyes, but they were wide with terror and avoiding the eyes of the men surrounding her. She rubbed her raw and bruised wrists, flinching when Santi knelt back down at her side. “Hey, can you look at me?” She didn’t. He sighed. “Can you come with us upstairs? No one is up there but us.” Santi didn’t tell her that was because her captures were all dead. He pulled out his own flashlight again, looking at Frankie and Benny, nodding them upstairs. Frankie sighed, rolling his eyes.

Benny looked confused, but Frankie grabbed his shoulder pulling him away. Frankie grumbled to the blonde boy. “We’re on clean up duty.” And went upstairs to drag the dead bodies out of where the girl could see them.

Backing up a bit and allowing her space, he tried to catch her eyes. He had a dual purpose for sending his friends upstairs. First of all, they really did need to get the dead body away from where she might see. Pope intended to take her up there, get her some first aid, food, water, and whatever else she needed. But also, he thought she’d be more comfortable with just him. Santi assumed that she was trafficked, and if not that, it was more than likely that she had been sexually abused by one or multple men here. Having three men with guns wasn’t doing much to calm her nerves. Even if Santi knew they wouldn’t hurt her, she didn’t know that.

 “I know you’re scared, but I promise you have nothing to worry about. Me and my friends, we’re going to get you out and to wherever you need to be. Are you from here?” She didn’t look Latin American, but you could never be sure. She didn’t speak, but shook her head, still looking at the floor. It was a start. “Are you from the US?” She nodded. “We are too. Don’t worry, we’ll get you back there.” He called into his com again. “Guys, she’s from the states, she’d gotta have some sort of identification or papers here. I need you guys to try and see if you can find anything.”

‘Pope, what’s the plan.’ Will answered, meaning what’s the plan with her.

“We’re going to get her back to the states and she’ll get set up with services.”

‘We’re supposed to be looking for-’

“I know that, Ironhead, are you suggesting we just leave her here?”

‘No, of course not, I just mean we need to get going and-’

“Just try and find her fucking papers and you can argue with me latter”

He turned back to her. “Sorry, can we go upstairs? Get you some food?” She nodded again, shaking hands bracing against the chair as she hesitantly tried to stand up. When she leaves her chair, her legs give out, but before she falls to the ground Santiago catches her. Finally, finally, she met his eyes. For the brief moment, he looks at her bloodied and bruised face as she stares back at him. Was it with terror? Confusion? Curiosity? He didn’t know. He intended to sit her back on the chair, not wanting to touch her more than needed, but when he moved to carefully set her down, she tightly gasped and gripped his arms tighter. He froze. She was looking away from him, but holding onto him for dear life, her face so close to his arm.

“Can I help you upstairs?” 

She nodded vigorously, face softly brushing over his shirt.

“Okay, let’s get you something to eat…” Santiago had to practically carry her up the stairs, her whole body trembling as he sat her down in a comfortable chair in the living room. “Stay here” He said, as if she was capable of moving. Protein bars and water, he figured those were safe. In the light, she looked like. Hell. Her skin was pale, almost gray, and he wondered when the last time she saw sunlight was. The actual color of her hair, he wasn’t sure of. It was blonde, but right now it was covered in so much dirt and blood that caked to her face it was hard to tell. Her skinny appearance, sunken eyes and inability to stand told him she was malnourished. How long has she been here? 

She ate hungrily, gulping down the water. All initial reservation she showed around him appeared to have faded as she devoured what was in front of her.

“Careful, you’ll make yourself sick.” Santi warned, but she didn’t slow down.

“Hey” Will called from the hall, becoming Santi over. “Who the hell is she?”

“I don’t know.” He crossed his arms and looked over to the dirty girl who only seemed preoccupied with eating. “She won’t talk. She only nodded when I asked if she was American.” When Santi looked back, he saw concern on Will’s face, but it wasn’t only for the girl. “Relax, Will.”

“I didn’t say anything!” Will was defensive. “But we need to go, we can’t stay here.”

Frankie rejoined them. “You didn’t have to say anything. He knows we know how he is.” Fish gave him a pointed look.

“I’m like what? I want to help a girl whose clearly been sex trafficked?”

“No one is saying to leave her, Pope.” Frankie said loud enough to make the girl look up. The three of them moved a few feet down the hall and spoke quieter. “We have a lot of work to do here, she can’t get in the way of that. Okay?”

“I know, Fish.” Santi asserted. “This whole operation was my idea”

“Let’s just get her on one of the bikes and get her to the police there, the longer we stay here the more we risk someone else showing up”

“Lacina Dumas!” Benny sauntered into the living room towards the girl, making her stiffen again. He was carrying a few papers and a wash clothe and sat down on the coffee table across from her. “I’m Benjamin, nice to meet you” He smiled and extended his hand towards the scared girl.

“Ben” Santi warned as he strode towards the pair, but stopped when he saw her carefully shake his hand. It was practically a fucking miracle, she couldn’t even meet Santi’s eye.

The younger Miller continued. “Everyone just called me Benny.” His older brother told him to stop giving her personal information, but Ben ignored her. “Do you go by Lacina?” He spoke carefully, but casual. Almost like he was meeting an applicant for a job, he was trying to put her at ease, but not baby her.

There was a long, long pause, before she finally spoke. “Laci.” Pope’s jaw dropped when he finally heard her speak, he wasn’t sure if she could. He had wondered if she only spoke a little English, or maybe they had even cut out her tongue. It wouldn’t be the most horrific thing he’d seen these people do.

Ben’s warm smile broadened. “Pretty name.” He showed his hand holding a wet washcloth. “Can I clean up your head a bit, see if you need first aid?”

Laci nodded, and Ben carefully cleaned off the blood, revealing the closed wound on her head. It was past first aid and had healed on its own. It would leave a scar and Pope doubted her hairline it cut into would recover, but she’d be okay.

Santi watched, amazed. Ben had a natural charm that everyone responded to. His face was handsome, but not disarmingly so. There was a reason they called him baby-faced Benjamin. Selfishly, and not for the first time, Pope wondered what Ben had that he didn’t. Why did she answer Ben, and not him? Pope has the urge to protect her, but he also wanted badly for her to put her trust in him, to feel safe with him…

Before he could think further or gauge Will and Frankies emotions, the door slammed open and shut; someone had hidden in the house and ran out. All for men were out the door before they saw the drug lord speeding off in a car. 

“GO! GO!” Will ordered as Ben and him hopped on the bike the road out there and sped after the man. 

Frankie got on his bike, turning around when he noticed Santiago Garcia hesitating. “POPE! We have to go NOW” 

Santi pointed inside the house with his gun. “I can’t leave her!”

“FUCK!” Fish slammed his hand on the handles. “This is what we meant! Get on here, we need you!”

He shook his head. “No! If he was hiding, someone else could be, I’m not letting them take her.”

Frankie shouted again, watching the other bike and the car disappearing, there wasn’t any more time. “We’re talking about this latter, don’t fucking leave!” And with that, Frankie was off, a trail of dust behind the motorcycle.

Santi scrubbed his face. He hated watching them go off on their own without him… but he couldn’t leave her there. He wandered back inside, seeing Laci there on the couch with unfinished food. “You should probably eat more.”

She shook her head, avoiding eye contact again.

“When was the last time you ate?”

She shrugged. Goddamn, she didn’t even remember… she seemed so young now that Benny cleaned her up, What horrible things had she seen? He lips still looked almost blue from the cold basement, and it wasn’t much warmer up here. He thought about finding her something other than the skimpy excuse gif clothes she had, but figured they’d get her to the village soon enough, once the boys got back. God, he was going to get an earful from Frankie and Will. Pope put her ID, social and birth certificate in the pocket of his shirt, knowing that will make it much easier to get situated back in the States. “You know you can look at me, I’m not going to punish you for making eye contact…” He spoke softly, hoping to god she believed he wouldn’t hurt her, but before she could respond there was a gunshot. Glass shattered around them, falling into their hair and making a few small cuts on Laci’s significant exposed skin.

The shooters missed, but Pope couldn’t see where it was coming from. “Get low and run!” He took her hand, pulling the terrified girl out of the house. Santi had his gun drawn in one hand, and her arm in the other as he tried to find the shooter, unable to identify him. Fuck, they had to go. “Get in front of me, run to the woods!” Santi ordered and she compiled. Thankfully the mix of adderaline and the food and water helped her be able to run, although not as fast as Santi would have liked. He wondered if she was running on pure survival instinct at this point, and hoped and bullets hit his bullet proof vest, not her or anywhere vital on him.

And they ran. Santi stopped hearing gun shots when they entered the treeline, but he continued to urge her on as if he did. They needed to get as far in as they could before the adrenaline rush ended for her. When she started to wear down, they stopped, taking a moment to catch their breath. Santi wanted to scream, he could about lose his mind right now. “We gotta walk back to the village…” He huffed out, breathless. He was in shape, but running was never his favorite thing. “When the guys come back and see us gone, they’ll know to find us there…”

Santiago put his hands on his knees, wincing “Fuck!” He shouted a bit too loud for someone who theoretically was supposed to be hiding. The girl jumped, prompting him to apologize. “Sorry, sorry I just… I realized they are going to come back to the house and get shot at…” He stood up, pacing, pulling his hair and briefly thinking he should back and try to take out the gunman, or intercept the guys on the road somehow… But when he looked at the young girl to his left, eyes wide and looking at him, actually looking at him, he knew she was completely dependent on him. They guys could handle themselves and they had each other… She only had him.

“Laci? That’s your name right?” He asked, trying to calm himself for her sake. She needed to think he knew what he was doing if she was going to trust him. She nodded at him. “Okay, Laci, I’m gonna get you where you need to be, alright? It’s gonna be okay.” He wasn’t sure how much he believed his words, but he’d try his damnedest. “Let’s try to keep going, tell me when you’re tired and we can rest or stop for the night, okay?” When she didn’t respond, he sighed. “Just…” He made a T with his hands. “Do this if you need to rest, okay?”

She nodded, he nodded back, and started heading north. When he looked back to see if she was behind him, he saw she was staring. 

“Santiago.” Laci said. It wasn’t a question, more like she was testing his name on her lips.

He smiled at her kindly. “Yeah, that’s me. You can call me Santi, if that's easier…” they were going to spend the next few days together, he hoped he could get a couple more words out of her, but it was a start.

As long as he wasn’t going insane, he saw the faintest smile appear on her face. “Santi.”

“Good job, Muñeca.” He liked the sound of his name in her voice, as small and hesitant as it was.

She definitely smiled at the nickname, a very small and nervous one, but it was there. Nodding at him, she began walking. 

Santi walked ahead of her, but very, very, aware of her footsteps to make sure she wasn’t falling behind. Santi wasn’t a religious man, but he grew up going to church. He wasn’t sure if there was a god out there and if there was, whose god it was. But whatever was out there, he hoped something was watching over Benny, Will, Frankie and the girl.

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Who/What I Will Write For!

Warning: Mini Essay Ahead

Please Note: If you are requesting, I would prefer if you gave me the desired pronouns for the reader/character!

What I Can / Would Be Comfortable Writing & Or What Topics I Will Cover:

AUs

Expansion of plot lines

Writing for established couples

Reader inserts

Y/N

OC

Any type of romance trope

Platonic relationships

Sibling relationships

Parent relationships (including certain characters as your parent)

Magical beings

Powers

One shots and multi part imagines

LGBTQIA + characters and readers

LGBTQIA + romance

Plot line changes, time changes

Non canonical couples

Canonical couples

Non canon friendships and canon friendships

Small age gaps (when writing for older characters I will made ages fitting with the character) ex: Tony stark. WARNING: If the age gap makes the characters have a legal adult and minor relationship (w the exception of a senior and junior in high school type of thing)

Certain characters (non lgbtq) in lgbtq relationships. For example Natasha Romanoff is a lesbian relationship.

Writings inspired by a song. (I have written work planned out already)

Any shapes and sizes

Angst

Fluff

More steamy scenes (prob up to third base

More serious topics I will cover:

Mental Illness (Anxiety, Depression, Bipolar, Schizophrenia)

Disabilities (From physical to internal)

Health Issues

Eating Disorders

Self harm

Suicidal thoughts / attempts

Dysmorphia and insecurities

Abusive relationships

Bullying

Surgeries

Fainting

Vomiting (due to ED or illness)

Death

(Car)Accidents

Hospitalization

Sexual assault and rape SURVIVORS and sometimes I may write about a character’s recovery and process of coping with something that traumatic

Therapy

Homophobia

Complicated relationships

Adoption

I will NOT Write anything (no hate to those who enjoy reading some of these things, I just personally would not enjoy writing it or be fully comfortable writing it):

Yandere

Furry related things

Omegaverse

I will absolutely NOT change the sexuality of a character if it is specifically stated (ex. Phastos from Eternals, Blaine Anderson, Kurt Hummel, Sebastian Smythe, Santana Lopez, America Chavez)

I will NOT write an age gap more than an absolute max of ten years

I will NOT romanticize things in the serious topics I will write for section. They are serious topics and things such as eating disorders are serious, they should not be romanticized. I write things with heavier topics to help people.

Absolutely NO rape scenes

Inappropriate relationships (college student and professor is an absolute no)

smut

I likely won’t redeem people if they’ve done something incredibly evil

Ok here we go! I apologize for the lack of alphabetical order

Avengers/Marvel:

I will for almost any character (mainly excluding some villains)

Any Peter Parker (just request which one you prefer)

X men

Disney:

The princes

Princesses

Big hero six (I will write for hiro exclusively platonically)

Glee:

From Og Cast up to season 4, including Sebastian smythe and warblers

No Sylvester, or schue romance

Harry Potter:

Golden trio

Weasleys

Draco

Cedric

Cho

Luna

Krum

Fleur

Oliver

Seamus

Neville

Young Marauders

Top Gun (+ TG Maverick):

Maverick

Iceman

Goose

Charlotte “Charlie” Blackwood

Rooster

Hangman (I adore Jake seresin)

Bob

Phoenix

Coyote

Payback

Fanboy

Non Romantic character relationships I will write for in the Top Gun world:

Cyclone

Maverick

Penny

Admiral Cain

Admiral Warlock

Descendants:

Mal

Evie

Carlos

Jay

Doug

Ben

Jane

Lonnie

Audrey

Uma

Harry

Gil

Percy Jackson TO:

Percy

Annabeth

Grover

Luke

Clarisse

Nico

Tyson

Characters of the following actors (so if the listed actor portrayed a character I will write):

Grant Gustin

Chris Evans

Chris Pratt

Chris Hemsworth

Darren Criss

Dove Cameron

Scarlett Johansson

Emma Wattson

Jennifer Lawrence

Emma Stone

Margot Robbie

Glenn Powell

Sydney Sweeney

Andrew Garfield

I will update this list as I get reminded of more people. :) Have a great day, you are loved