#Taylor x Nicholas x male reader

[supercap2319]

"So, not that it matters, but remember when you asked me what I thought about Prince Henry and Alex Claremont Diaz?" Y/N looked at his brother, who had his feet propped up on their father's desk in his office.

He gave Y/N a calculated gaze and nods. "Yeah, why?"

"Well, what if I told you that the Prince of Wales was gay as a rainbow and Alex likes dicks and chicks."

His brother blinked and stared at him for a moment before he started to laugh. "I'd say that you were full of shit."

"Well, I'm not. It's true. Henry kissed Alex underneath a linden tree in moonlight and snow. And I got hot watching them kiss, so, I kissed them both too." He blushed and looked at his shoes.

Did this violate his NDA? Was he going to be taken away for spilling the secret sexualities of the first Son and the first Prince? Y/N took a glance at his brother, who, was so shocked. "Y/N, you didn't!"

"I'm sorry. It's not like I meant for it to happen. It just did. Like getting someone pregnant."

"That's not the same thing. "You're so fucked."

"I know. I'm going to crawl in a hole and die."

[boypied]

RED, WHITE, AND A ROYAL MÉNAGE À TROIS.

pairings:taylor zakhar perez x male!reader x nicholas galitzine

summary: Taylor shows his co-star Nicholas what his boyfriend does for a living, which ultimately leads to Taylor willing to share him for one night and one night only.

requested by: anonymous

warnings: SMUT, threesome, anal sex, double penetration, spit roasting.

They were both utter perfection, sculpted by gods. They were people everyone used in their spank banks. They were total utter sex gods. Taylor was always so kind to you, all the time, yet when he asked you to go out with him a couple of years ago you thought he was joking. He took you out of many dates and made sure you were always satisfied, You met Nicholas when Taylor had went to do a chemistry read for red, white and royal blue.

It went perfectly, he ended up getting the job and you went with him everywhere on set. It made you look sort of possessive over your boyfriend especially since it was a gay romance movie but you tried not too focus on whatever anyone else was saying. Anytime Nicholas and Taylor filmed a sex scene the shoot always went on for hours and hours causing you to be jealous for long periods of time, and Nicholas had taken notice to that. A big smirk grew on his face and let's just say another thing also grew to help him come up with an idea.

Long story short, Nicholas brought up the idea to Taylor, and he agreed without needing any sort of persuasion. Nicholas sent you an instant text message telling you that Taylor needed you immediately, so you ran over to his trailer and bursted yourself in stumbling over slightly before regaining your footing. Your eyes widen in utter disbelief when your eyes meet with two naked men in the trailer; your boyfriend and his movie co-star.

Before you can even open your mouth, Nicholas walks over and presses his lips against yours, completely taking you back, causing you to have an out of body experience. Taylor walks over to you both and goes up behind you gently pressing his bare cock against your clothed cheeks, he presses his abs against your back and his hot breath running across your neck. "We're going to fuck you like the slut you are baby." He whispers in your ear sending shivers down your spine.

They both completely strip you off naked and laying you down against the trailers couch. A sense of submission comes across your body as they both stare down at you, both of them smirking, watching your body shake nervously. Nicholas grips the back of your head forcing his cock down your throat whereas Taylor spreads your ass cheek revealing your tight pink pucker to him before he presses his cock against it pushing it past the tight muscle ring into the place he has been many times before.

Your eyes widen but over time soften as your senses get overridden with the feeling of cock in both holes. Tears of pleasure run down your cheeks as Nicholas fucks your throat and Taylor destroys your boy-pussy, "so pretty for us" Nicholas whispers down to you as he wipes up your tear and goes back to fucking your throat.

They both spend the hour fucking your ass and mouth before swapping over, Nicholas now utterly pounding your ass into a pulp and Taylor holding your head down on his cock causing your eyes to flutter back from pure bliss. Nicholas and Taylor give each other nod before pumping you full of their creamy thick loads that have been pent up for a while, you take in their seeds knowing that this is now your purpose in life; to fulfill Nicholas and Taylor.

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[soulofapatrick]

TAG LIST - updated 21st Dec 2023

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To Be Written...

[littleoddwriter]

Update on Characters I write for:

Recently, I’ve gotten attached to even more characters, so I updated the lists on my Pinned Post. Nonetheless, I wanted to make this separate post to make y’all more aware of it. Please also note that I’m currently rather slow at fulfilling requests, due to health issues. So, please be patient with me when you request something, or have been waiting for the past month already, now. I assure you that as long as you don’t see me outright declining your request after a week (max.) of receiving it, I’m writing and uploading it within the next couple of weeks or months, depending on my health and such.

David Dastmalchian characters:

Abner Krill/Polka-Dot Man* (The Suicide Squad)

Abra Kadabra (The Flash)

Bob Taylor (Prisoners)

Kurt Goreshter (Ant-Man)

Lonny Crane (The Belko Experiment)

Murdoc (MacGyver)

Thomas Schiff (The Dark Knight)

Law and Order: Special Victims Unit characters:

Detective/ADA Dominick “Sonny” Carisi, Jr.

Sergeant Michael “Mike” Dodds

Detective Nicholas “Nick” Amaro

ADA Peter Stone

Deputy Chief William Dodds

Slashers:

Herbert West*

Ships:

Herbert West x Daniel “Dan” Cain

* The characters with an asterisk are ONLY available for (Trans) Male Reader.

At the moment, I’d be more inclined to fulfil requests for Headcanon Posts faster than fully fledged Fanfictions, since HC’s take up less energy for me.

Still, as always, I’m doing my very best to write everything as soon as possible!

AND PLEASE, be sure to read my PINNED POST (linked at the top) BEFORE you request anything at all, thank you!

[sam-writes]

Cherry Smoke

Roger Taylor X Original Male Character

Word count: 2263

Anonymous asks: "Hello sorry if you don't take requests just ignore this if you don't! Could you write a Roger x Male reader fic where they are enemies to lovers? If not that's completely fine. I love your writing! 💕"

Note: I loVE THIS IDEA!! I've been thinking about it non stop since I got the ask and I want to do it justice and I think I finally got a plan! So here we go!!

Also I know the request says reader insert but I wanted to try an OC fic so uh sorry about that but I hope you enjoy! And uuhhhh this is probably gonna become a series.

Sorry about all the time skips!

I don't think I have to say this but I will, Cherry Smoke is a completely fictional band.

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"Who the fuck do these guys even think they are!" Roger Taylor threw his half finished glass of beer against the wall as the news of their lost gig was broken to them.

Brian May let out an angry sigh of "what a waste of beer" as he went to get a broom.

"They're called Cherry Smoke, darling, and they're not all guys, the frontman is actually a frontwoman." Freddie Mercury informed him a little too cheerfully for his liking. Freddie scanned the news article as Roger groaned. "Her name is Miranda Robbs, apparently her middle name is 'Cherry', hence the band name. There's five members an-"

"I don't care, Fred. They stole our gig."

"It's just one show, Roger. We can get another." John Deacon rose his voice from where he was slouched low in his armchair, crossing his arms over his chest. He was visibly upset with the whole ordeal, but clearly less than Roger was. He saw the logical side of this while Roger only looked through anger and emotions.

"You know what John, I- ow!"

"Roger, stop." Brian jabbed him in the back with the broom stick. "John's got a point and I think you're just overreacting."

He clenched his fists before finally boiling down, he let out a defeated huff. "I atleast want to go and see how bad these guys are. Maybe fuck with them a bit, make them pay."

"Fine, only if it will make you shut up about this." Brian prodded Roger in the back with the broom stick again, this time just because he could.

It wasn't a very big gig, but it was a gig nonetheless and Roger was mad he wasn't performing.

It was a small indoor stage in the basement of a large pub. Roger noted that the closed in space would've made his drums sound amazing when reverberating around the room, this factor only made him fume with anger.

He lead the band to the side of the room after collecting some drinks and stood away from everyone as the performing band walked onto stage.

Miranda Robbs was nothing Roger expected. She was far from the fragile figure he imagined. She was a larger woman, a real woman, and he would have admired her for that if she wasn't stealing Freddie's show; Queen's show. She wore a leather jacket and skinny jeans, her ginger hair curled and twisted as it fell down her back. He scanned the other band members.

The guitarist, Damien Harthrow, wore a dark red singlet and denim jeans, he had three necklaces that settled at different lengths. His long dark hair was pulled into a messy bun at the back of his head. Roger overheard a girl in the crowd call him "Damien Heart-throb" and he couldn't help but cringe at the pun.

The bassist was a man by the name of Eric Wheeler, who had small and intricate tattoos dotted over both his arms. He had hair almost as long as Miranda's but no where near as messy. He stood so the side and seemed to only want to play his bass; he wasn't a performer.

The band's pianist, Michael Sparks, was a smaller man with a blond buzz cut - "He didn't get the memo about having long hair," Roger pointed out to Brian through fits of laughter, finding himself utterly hilarious. He seemed shyer than the rest but also looked to be confident in his abilities.

And finally, the drummer, Nicholas Hayes. Roger already despised him simply for the fact that Roger was competitive and he was the band's drummer. His shoulder length brown hair was tucked behind his ears and a huge smile of excitement formed on his face as he bounced on his stool. He twirled the drumsticks in his hands and Roger frowned.

Roger would like to claim that the show was uneventful and boring but in truth it was the opposite. Despite his anger towards the band he did end up admiring the way they worked together. Of course, he would never admit that they were good, that would be too damaging to his pride, but he did quite like that drummer's style.

Stage lights sped around the crowd as the band waved. The drummer caught eye contact with Roger, who crossed his arms over his chest and rose his chin. Nicholas rose his eyebrows in return, a small smirk playing on his lips, before Damien slapped him on the shoulder and they left the stage.

John leant in close to  Roger's ear and yelled over the cheering, "We should leave before you want to talk to them and wind up starting another fight."

Roger damned him for knowing him so well. He downed the rest of his beer - he'd lost count of how many he'd had - and let Brian set off through the crowd, allowing the tall man to clear a path for him to trail in the wake of.

"You're Queen, right?" A female voice had called from across the parking lot as they debated over who was sober enough to drive home; definitely not Roger.

"Is that even a question, love, and you're Miranda." Freddie watched as she walked up, quickly followed by the boys of Cherry Smoke. The sway of her hips was mesmerising.

"So you came and watched, how cute." She smirked at them and Roger felt his insides roil again.

"We just wanted to see who stole our gig, that's all." Brian kept his voice steady and grabbed Roger's arm to keep him in place.

"Well then, How'd you like us. Because apparently this pub thinks we're better than you." She feigned shock and Roger tugged on his arm, but Brian's grip tightened.

"You were alright. A bit stiff though." Freddie noted and Roger grinned.

"Like you could do any better." Nicholas spoke up, crossing his arms over his chest and staring down at Roger who not so subtlety looked him up and down.

"We already know we're better. We don't have to prove that to you, asshole."

"Roger." Brian hissed into his ear as a warning, trying desperately to stop whatever rage was brewing inside the man.

"Oh yeah? Why don't you show us then, Shorty." He spat back at Roger.

He would love to blame his actions on the copious amount of alcohol that flooded his bloodstream but in reality he fully intended to land the first blow. Punching Nicholas directly in the jaw, his fist exploded in pain as he made contact. He wasn't surprised when the man retaliated and Roger wound up with a horribly bleeding and quite possibly broken nose.

It would have broken out into an all out fight if it hasn't been for their respective band members who were holding the two back.

In the end Freddie had reluctantly apologised to Miranda who agreed that it had just gotten out of hand. Brian was half dragging Roger away from Nicholas as they left.

"Famous rock star, Roger Taylor, spotted harassing member of up-and-coming rock band, Cherry Smoke." John read the headline aloud before tossing the morning newspaper onto a stirring Roger. "I hope you're sober enough to know that this is bad for us. For you."

Grabbing at the paper he looked at the front page, apparently a picture of him and Nicholas was taken right after they had thrown their punches. "That dick deserved it." He buried himself further into his pillows and closed his eyes against the blinding lights. Were the lights always this bright?

"Jesus fucking Christ, Roger." John muttered under his breath, exiting the room quickly.

It was almost ten o'clock when Roger finally emerged. Horribly hungover, he groaned when he was greeted with an angry Brian.

"Rog, what you did last night was reckless and could have cost us future sho-"

"It's too early for this." He waved his hand dismissively in Brian's general direction. He grabbed a big chunk of ice and pressed it to his nose, groaning softly.

"Even I have to admit that it wasn't very smart." Freddie spoke up, which was unusual since he usually enjoyed the antics. His mood had probably changed because it had appeared negatively in the paper.

Roger inspected his bloodied knuckles and contemplated the fact that Freddie wasn't on his side. "I need a drink." Quickly he grabbed his hoodie and sun glasses and left the room before anyone could object. He set off to find the nearest bar.

Nicholas held an ice pack to his swollen and bruised jaw. He was sitting at the small hotel table with his head in one hand. Eric stood to the side, leaning against the kitchen counter with his arms crossed over his chest.

"But I didn't start it!" Nicholas had been arguing with Miranda about what happened the previous night.

"I know, but you didn't have to continue it!" She had her hands on her hips and was standing over him. "You broke his nose!"

"He deserved it."

Eric covered a laugh with a cough, but it was quite obvious where he stood with this argument as he was usually backing Nicholas.

Michael and Damien walked in with hot coffees. Michael had a newspaper inbetween his teeth and he held three of the coffees.

"Guess who's in the paper!" Damien spoke with faux joy, setting down the coffee cups and pulling the paper from Michael's teeth. He threw it on the table and, seeing himself on the front page, Nicholas covered his face with his hands. "The press moves fast, buddy." Damien patted Nicholas roughly on the back.

"Fucking hell." He paused for a long moment as everyone waited for him to continue, "I need some air." As with that, he was gone.

Roger was sitting at the bar and halfway through a pint of beer when Nicholas walked into the bar and sat down two seats away from him. "Oh fuck me." He muttered, groaning lowly.

"Not even in your wildest dreams, Taylor." Nicholas retorted before ordering himself a beer.

There was a long silence as both of them slowly drank away their hatred towards each other.

"We're in the paper." Nicholas broke the silence, but still kept his gaze trained ahead, not giving Roger the satisfaction of looking at him.

"We are." Roger replied half heartedly, ordering another beer. "There's nothing we can do about that."

Nicholas was about to suggest talking about what happened, maybe righting their wrongs, but then he felt the pain in his jaw and he kept his mouth shut.

Time passed and slowly they both got drunker and drunker. They had never intended on staying this long but now they didn't want to go back and face their friends like this. Roger was certain that his band would know where to look for him if they actually got worried, which he doubted would ever happen. They had ended up talking to each other about what happened. They agreed that maybe it wasn't the best idea, but Roger still insisted that his band were all assholes for stealing his gig and that Queen was better.

"I'm not even sorry about punching you." Roger muttered completely out of the blue.

They had moved to seats further in the back of the bar, more out of the way of everything. Roger had his feet up on the chair next to him and Nicholas was sitting on the floor with his head resting on the chair behind him.

"You're a dick, you know that." He took another sip of his drink, pressing an icecube to his jaw. "I don't regret breaking your nose either."

Roger breathed out a laugh, "I know." He agreed before downing the rest of his drink.

"So what you're drinking buddies now? What the fuck happened while you were gone!" Michael scolded Nicholas after he showed up late in the day. Damien stood behind him, arms crossed. Together they looked like angry parents about to ground their child for sneaking out.

"You do remember that he punched you right?" Damien added.

"And I broke his nose so we're even. I'm far too drunk for this, I need a nap or a cold shower." Pushing past the two angry men, Nicholas collapsed onto his bed and soon felt Miranda's hand slowly running up and down his back comfortingly.

"You're such an idiot sometimes, Nick."

"I know." There was a long silence where nobody said anything. Soon he felt.he had to clarify and added, "I still hate his guts. Just because we drank together doesn't mean we're buddies. I'd break his nose again if I could."

"I know, Nick, I know."

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[supercap2319]

Y/N sat in the royal parlor room with Alex, Henry, and Henry's family as Henry's mother cast a glance at their two guests. Her Royal Highness Catherine spoke in a soft voice. "Y/N, Alex? You both must be famished after watching my son in his polo match. Would you fancy something to eat?"

Y/N looked at her Royal Highness and smiled politely. "Thank you, your Highness, but I've already eaten two big foot longs after the polo match."

Upon hearing that, Henry choked on the cup of tea he was currently drinking as Alex tried not to choke on the half eaten biscuit in his mouth. Henry's face was red as he had a small coughing fit as his brother, sister, and grandfather stared at him in annoyance. Once he settled down, the young Prince blushed. "Apologies. It was hot."

"That's quite alright, Henry." His mother said. "Are you sure you're not hungry, Y/N?"

He politely declined. "I'm sure your Royal Highness. They were both big and hard—I mean juicy." He took a sip of his own tea, casting a knowing look at both Henry and Alex and their foot longs.

[supercap2319]

"You know it's bad enough that there's a possible attempt on my life, but being sardined canned into a closet with you two is punishment enough. Y/N grumbles. His foot is in a mop bucket, and it's still wet from the mop water. "I think I'd rather be shot. Would be less painful than feeling Claremont's elbow in my ribs and your majesty's foul breath down my neck."

"Are you quite finished?” Henry said. "Can you perhaps stop putting all our lives in danger with your incisive tirade?"

"Why do you hate us so much, Y/N?" Alex and Henry turned their heads to squint at him. This close Y/N could see the flecks of blue in Henry's eyes and the soft black curls of Alex's hair.

"You guys really want to go there?"

"Maybe we do."

Y/N tried to un-sandwich himself between the two boys, unsuccessful in his mission as he huffed and looked at both of them. "Olympics 2016." He looks at Henry. "I went to introduce myself and was excited to meet you, but you looked at me like I was the antichrist and told Shana to get rid of me."

He turned to Alex. "2018. Your New year's party. My dad insisted on getting to know you, Nora, and June. So, I went to one of the rooms and when Nora asked if you were going to invite me, you laughed and said 'fuck no! Fuck that cocksucker' and started to laugh."

Alex and Henry looked down. "I didn't realize you'd heard that." Henry said.

"Is that your douchey-prince way of apologizing? Because you sure suck at it."

Henry looks at him and pauses. "I could have been nicer."

"And I can be a big mouth when I'm drunk and you're right. I should have invited you in the first place. I don't think you're a cocksucker." Alex said.

"And you think that makes it okay? Half-assed apologies and everything is fine?" Y/N said.

"I'm sensing there's more to your dislike of us." Henry noted.

Y/N sighed. "It's just… it's not fair. You guys make it look so easy. Everyone loves you and thinks you're sexy and the greatest thing since sliced bread. Me? I feel like I'm always being compared to Prince Henry and First Son Alexander Claremont. I feel like I have to struggle to catch up to you both to prove I'm worth it too. Now can you understand why I'd rather be shot than spend another minute in this janitor closet with you both?"

They're both quiet for a while. "Well, I can't change that, but I can tell you that I was, in fact, a prick that day. Not that it excuses my behavior, but my father passed away fourteen months back and I wanted everyone to suffer like I was suffering. I'm sorry."

"And I'm the son of the first female president. And I'm not white like she is, so I understand the struggle to prove yourself to the world. And it may seem like I have it all figured out, I don't. I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings, Y/N." Alex apologized.

Before Y/N could reply, Alex's bodyguard opened the door. "Threat neutralized. Some kid brought fireworks for his friend."

Alex looks her. "When you say 'neutralize…'"

"It's a good thing he's already in the hospital." She winks at Y/N.

[supercap2319]

"You do realize that the only reason why I'm traveling with you jerkoffs is because Professor Oak hurt himself, right?" Y/N faked smiled as he waved to all the people wishing him and his traveling companions. He was broadening a ship to the Paldea region to explore the Area Zero with the President's son, Alexander Claremont Diaz. And Prince Henry of Wales.

"Yes, well, this isn't my idea of a proper time. I was under the impression that I would be traveling alone." Henry said.

"Too bad you're not, your majesty." Alex said.

"Actually, it's "Your Royal Highness. "Your Majesty" is reserved for the king." Henry said.

"Oh, thank you for the etiquette lesson." Y/N said.

"You both are in desperate need of one." Henry pokes them both in the chest.

"You know what? You smug and entitled little rich—"

"Everything alright here, boys." Zahra asked.

"Just fine, Zahra. Just talking about all the incredible things we'll see in the Area Zero." Alex lied.

"I see. I hope you three behave better than your Pokémon. There's a fight in the training area between Sprigatito, Quaxly, and Fuecoco."

"What?!"

[supercap2319]

Y/N loved bath time. As weird as it was to admit it, it was true. Henry had a bathroom big enough to fit a small party inside. It was a funny thought that brought a smile to Y/N's lips as he watched the young prince bathe. A cascade of bubbles covered the prince's naked form and on top of his golden locks sat a very overprotective Quaxly. The young water duck Pokemon had been a gift from Henry's late father. His Quaxly was the son of Henry's dad's Quaquaval.

Henry took very good care of his father's last present to him, and in return, Quaxly took care of Henry. Never letting Y/N or Alex get near the prince as it blasted them both with a water gun as a warning. It was currently glaring at Y/N with its blue eyes as Y/N looked away and towards Alex, who was currently showering.

Y/N tried not to focus on Alex's smooth brown skin dripping with soap and water as he trailed down his ass. Instead, he chose to focus on the Sprigatito currently napping on the fluffy bathroom rug. Sprigatito loved Alex and always got jealous whenever he would give Y/N or Henry more attention than her. She would sulk until Alex's attention was on her once again. Alex had been given his Sprigatito by his dad when they moved from Texas to Washington during his mother's election.

Y/N looks down at the Fuecoco in his arm. It was squirming as it tried to get to Alex and Henry. Fuecoco for some reason had taken a liking to them even when it was an egg that Y/N was given by his father when he won senator. The fire type was almost shot on sight by his security guards as it ran towards the first son for a hug. Or the time Fuecoco interrupted Henry's speech because it wanted to play.

That's when Fuecoco jumped out of Y/N's arms and ran towards Henry, dodging water attacks from Quaxly as it jumped on Henry's face and hugged him, knocking Quaxly off and onto Sprigatito, before it jumped and fell on top of Alex's wet hair and tugged hard.

"Y/N!" Alex and Henry said at the same time.

[supercap2319]

I absolutely love your RWRB x Pokémon crossovers! What would you think of one where Alex, Henry, and the reader watch their Pokémon interact with each other?

It was times like these that were rare. That Henry had no royal responsibilities for the day. That Alex could take a break from school and work on his mother's campaign. And Y/N could finally relax now that the Grand Festival was behind him.

The three of them took a stroll towards the gardens of the castle as an idea came to Y/N. "Can I ask what your guy's first Pokemon?"

Alex and Henry looked at him before they smiled. "Of course. My first Pokemon was given to me by my dad on my tenth birthday." Alex removed a pokeball from his belt loop, and pressed the center button as it expanded and he threw it up in the air as a Blaziken appeared. It's flaming fist hot and fierce.

"Wow, that's so awesome." Y/N smiled. It was obvious that Alex had raised it very well.

Henry scoffed. "That's nothing." He summoned his own Pokemon from his coat pocket and it appeared to be an Empoleon. Tall and sharp as a sword.

"That's very impressive. My first Pokemon was a Chikorita." Y/N let out the grass dinosaur Pokemon as it looked up at the more intimidating starters. It didn't back down. "As you can see. It's a spitfire."

They nodded as Alex called out his Gengar and Lycanroc (Midday form). And Henry summoned his Togekiss and Sirfetch'd.

All three boys watched as the Pokemon jumped and played with each other as Y/N let out his Glaceon and Fuecoco to join in the fun.