#ryan-x-ross

[oddly-specific-ryan-ross]

Ryan Ross getting hugged 🫂

[slut4ryanross]

Enemy! Ryan Ross x Fem Reader

Warnings: Slight degradation, smut, hate sex

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You absolutely hated Ryan. You hated every single thing about him. From the way he talked, to the way he presented himself. You couldn't stand it. Not one bit. And there was no doubt that he felt the same way about you.

But somehow the two of you always found yourselves in the same exact situation. Him on top of you, fucking you roughly while you both pretend to hate every second of it.

Your back was pressed against the backseat of his car and your hands threaded through his hair, gripping it firmly. "Make it work." You hissed through your teeth, tugging on his hair to make him speed things up.

You arched your hips up, grinding into his causing him to groan, his cock hardening even more. "Just hurry up and fuck me." You mumbled, his hands shaking slightly in anticipation as they moved back to your hips, gripping them even tighter than before, this time leaving bruises that would probably last for weeks.

As much as Ryan wanted to rip off your panties and fuck you right then and there he held back, wanting to make you suffer as much as possible. "You'd like that wouldn't you?" His breath hot against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "So fucking dirty..." He mumbled against your skin

He knew how much you wanted it, and he hated the fact that he would give it to you. He didn't do this for you and he wanted you to know that. The only reason he ever fucked you was solely for his own pleasure. He took what he wanted when he wanted it and you knew it. You wanted to hate him for that, you wanted to call him out for his selfish behavior but in reality you were the exact same. You couldn't care less if he felt good or not, it only ever mattered how you felt. That's the way it always was and most likely always be.

You knew exactly what Ryan was doing, you weren't stupid. But you knew he wouldn't be able to keep this up for long, you just needed to break him. "Fuck... yes, I would. I'd love for you to fuck me senseless..." you teased, grinding your hips against his harder, his cock throbbing in his pants. "Want you to cum inside me."

Ryan groaned, barely able to contain himself. "Fuck..." He growled against your neck, letting go of your hips and unbuttoning his pants, tugging on the zipper before sliding them off and tossing them in the front seat with your pants.

"Don't think I'm doing this for you." Ryan said in a low, husky tone. His body now fully pressed against yours as he straddled you, the thin layers of yours and his underwear being the only thing separating you both. His cock throbbed painfully, pre-cum already leaking from the tip.

"Don't think I'm doing this for you either." You mumbled, your arousal clear in your voice as your grip on his hair loosened.

Ryan grumbled something inaudible under his breath before running his hand down into your panties. His fingertips grazed your heat, your wetness coating his fingers, making him groan. "Look at you, you're fucking soaked." He panted. "You want me to fuck you? Fuck you hard?" Ryan withdrew his hand from inside your panties, his hands moving back to your hips. "Yeah, you do. I can tell." Ryan said, his voice filled with arousal as he rubbed his clothed cock against your swollen clit causing you to moan. your underwear soaked.

"Fuck! Enough with the teasing, just do it already!" You said, your tone desperate and your need growing stronger and stronger with each passing second. Your grip on his hair tightened again, pulling on it roughly causing him to moan.

Ryan couldn't take it anymore. After a moment of hesitation he tore off your panties. Sliding them down your legs quickly and talk them off, throwing them across the car, not caring where they ended up. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard baby." Ryan whispered against your neck. "And you're gonna take every inch of my cock, understand?" Ryan added, sliding off his own underwear quickly, rubbing his cock against your wet cunt, causing him to groan.

Usually you would come up with a snarky remark, but this time you needed it too bad. You let out a shaky moan as you nodded your head. "I understand." You breathed out, your breaths coming in heavy pants.

Ryan smirked slightly. "Good girl." He whispered against your shoulder, positioning his cock to your entrance, without giving you a second to react he pushed into you fully, making him groan and you yelp in pleasure and pain.

"Fuck!" You whined, your head thrown back against the seat as he gave you a moment to adjust to his size.

It had been weeks since you two had last fucked, making you both more needy than usual.

"Jesus... You're so tight." Ryan groaned as he slowly began to slide his cock out of you before sliding it back in, his thrusts maintaining a slow, steady pace.

You let out a moan, your hands tugging on Ryan's hair, making the experience even more intense for him. "What do you expect? You haven't fucked me in weeks." You panted, your hips arching into his.

"Fuck... Just shut up and take it." Ryan mumbled, letting out another groan as his thrusts quickened, his hands gripping your hips and keeping you steady. "Yeah... Just like that... take my cock. All of it." Ryan growled, his breath hot against your shoulder.

You let out a louder moan, your whole body nearly shaking with need. "Deeper..." was all you managed to choke out, your voice raspy and desperate.

"You want it deeper? Fine." Ryan growled, his hand finding its way to the back of your head and pulled it closer to him, his face inches from yours. "Fucking. Take. It." He emphasized each word with a thrust upwards, hitting your cervix, making you moan loudly in pain and pleasure.

Your hips rocked back and forth, forcing yourself to take him as deep as possible. "Ryan..." you moaned his name, your face now buried into his neck, trying to muffle your moans and whimpers.

His thrusts faltered for a moment, his eye's widening slightly when you moaned his name. Out of the many times you two had fucked, you had never done that. And fuck, it was hot. Ryan let out a groan, his hips bucking upwards as he resumed his original pace, his cock thrusting in and out of you fast and hard, desperate for release.

“You like that? You like when I fuck you like the dirty girl you are?" Ryan's hand found its way to your cunt, his thumb pressing down on your clit as he fucked you.

The moment you felt his thumb on your clit, you knew you couldn't hold back anymore. Your eyes rolling back slightly as you let out a shaky moan, muffling it by biting his neck. "I'm gonna.. I'm gonna cum." You warned him, feeling the familiar feeling in your stomach.

"Jesus... Me too..." Ryan grunted, his thumb rubbing your clit in tight, fast circles as his cock thrusted into you faster. "Look at me when you cum. I want to see you fall apart in my hands." Ryan groaned, keeping a steady pace as his hand gripped your hair, pulling it to make you look at him, your head in front of his. His eyes locked onto yours, not letting go on his grip on your hair.

You nodded frantically, focusing on your release rather than his words, your eyes barely open and your hips rocking against his faster.

"Cum for me." Ryan growled, growing impatient. "Cum on my cock." He groaned, his lips capturing yours in a deep, almost aggressive kiss.

It didn't take much longer for you to cum, your orgasm hitting you hard as you let out a high pitched moan, your head tilting back but you still kept eye contact with Ryan making him groan in contentment.

Your cunt clenched around his cock, pushing him over the edge. With a groan his eyes rolled back slightly and he emptied himself into you, your name falling off his tongue as he came.

"Fuck!" Ryan grunted as he rode out his orgasm, his cock throbbing inside of you. He slowly pulled out of you, his cock leaving a trail of cum on your thigh making him groan at the sight.

You two remained silent for a moment, heavy breathing filling the car as you both recovered from the intense orgasm. Without saying a word, Ryan ran his fingers down your dripping cunt, yours and his cum coating his fingers. He brought his fingers up to your mouth and gently pushed them in, allowing you to suck on his fingers, which you gladly did. Tasting the mixture of yours and his cum.

"Good girl." He mumbled, pulling you down for a kiss.

[littleless6teencandles]

(18+) RYAN ROSS X READER

pre split! ryan ross x AFAB! reader - warnings: ryans a munch, drug use/smoking, smut (wrap it before you tap it, folks). lowercase intended, not proofread, A/N at end, enjoy!! <3

while at a house party for “a fever you can’t sweat out” reaching top charts, you and ryan sneak away to smoke.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

ryan held you by the waist as you navigated the crowded house together, leading you through bunches of drunks, trying desperately to find a quiet place to hang.

you guys decided on the pool house. it reeked of chemicals as you sat down on a counter with pool salts on it. “are you ready?” you asked, pulling the goods out of your bag. he nodded eagerly in response, watching in awe as you placed a little bag, a grinder, filters, and some rolling papers beside you.

you pulled the lighter out from the inside of your bra and placed it next to everything else. ryan watched in utter excitement as you prepared your guys’ joint. you ground up the bud and then rolled it up in the paper with the filter, licking it shut.

ryan watched as you placed the joint between your lips. he flicked the lighter on and lit it. you took a long drag, holding it in for a few seconds before exhaling the smoke.

you handed ryan the joint. he took an extremely overzealous inhale and immediately began to cough, spitting smoke everywhere.. “wow!” you laughed. “that’s too big for your first time!!” he handed you the joint and stuttered out a few broken words. “f-fuck..” he laughed in between coughs.

he was huddled over next to you, coughing out smoke as he gripped the ledge. you rub his back, whispering quiet praises in his ear. “it’s okay,” you hit the joint again, slowly exhaling the smoke.

when he finally regained his composure, he asked for the joint, taking a smaller hit and exhaling quickly after. still, a small cough left his mouth. “smaller..” you laughed, running a hand through his hair.

he looked as if he wanted more, like he wanted your friendship to explore “new heights”.

he positioned himself between your legs, looking up at you, placing his hands on your waist. you place the joint between your lips and inhale again, bringing your lips to ryan’s and exhaling the smoke into his mouth. his eyes widened and his grip on your waist tightened and he let go, exhaling the smoke. “woah..” he let out a breathy laugh and moved hair out of your face. he stands on his tip toes, giving you a gentle kiss.

first, his kiss was shy and patient, but it quickly turned desperate and sloppy. you straddled him, gently pulling his hair with one hand while the other one made its way down his chest, pulling up his shirt. a small gasp left his mouth when you ran your hands over his v-line, slowly making your way down to his zipper. his eyes widened and he let out a soft whimper.

“can i?” you whispered in his ear, kissing the side of his neck. he nodded frantically. “yes-“ he cleared his throat. “yes please..” his body shook nervously as he brought his cold hands inside your shirt, bringing his fingers up and around the bottom hem to remove it. “is this okay?” he asked. you nodded, flashing a genuine smile. you helped him take it off, revealing your cheetah print bra. he quickly joined you; removing his jacket, black tee, his plaid red and black boxers peaking out of his jeans.

his lips quickly returned to yours as he multitasked, unhooking your bra in the back and gently removing it from your body. he dropped it, staring in shock at his best friends boobs; he could’ve sworn his dick got so hard it fell off. “oh my god..” he whispered, quickly bringing his mouth to your collarbone, kissing down your cleavage.

he brought his mouth back up to yours, right hand fondling your breast as the left held your jaw. “so cute..” you whispered, cupping his hard cock with your hand. he shivered as you did so, whimpering quietly as he kissed you eagerly.

his hands unbuttoned your shorts and hooked on the inside of the hem, bringing them down over your knees and placing them next to you.

he squatted down in front of you as you spread your legs for him. he placed chaste kisses along your thighs until he reached your pussy. he looked up at you for approval and you nodded, smiling expectantly at him.

he ran a finger up your clothed folds, sending shivers down your spine. he rubbed a few circles on your clit before he buried his face into your clothed pussy. he placed wet kisses on your clit and rubbed a finger along your slit. “ryan..” you groaned, holding his face close by a chunk of his hair. he stopped for a moment, linking his fingers under the hem of your underwear and pulling them off. then, he dove right back in.

“so, so handsome buried between my thighs.. wanna see you do this all the time..” you whispered. he hummed into you, sending vibrations to your clit. you held his hair back as he went to town on you, circling your clit with his tongue.

then, he slowly gathered pre-cum on his middle finger and slid it into you, curling it up. a harsh groan left your mouth as he pushed in and out, curling his finger up, then slowly adding another finger.

he quickly changed pace, going from teasingly slow to the perfect speed, fingers working magic on you as he ate you.

he stared you in the eye as he ate you out, you could see his shit eating grin as he worked on you. “s’close..” you groaned, grabbing the back of his head and pulling some of his hair. you grinded your hips into his face, making you come closer to your release.

finally, you finished, you let out a loud moan, cumming all over ryan’s tongue. he looked up at you as he sucked his fingers clean, placing kisses along your thigh.

as you slowly gathered your composure, you sat up, pulling ryan up with you and kissing him. “that was so hot, baby..” he moaned into you, tongue roaming around your mouth as he fondled your breasts.

you hopped off the ledge, clothes dropped to the floor as you swapped spots with ryan. you helped him up, pants down to his ankles as he adjusted himself. he hooked his fingers under his boxers and pulled them down. his cock slapped his stomach and he let out a quiet whimper. his cock was swollen and red, dripping pre-cum from his tip as he looked down at you. “you’re beautiful..” he mumbled, curling your hair behind your ears. he kissed your forehead before you squatted in front of him, rubbing a gentle finger along his tip, then spitting on it.

your hands slid down the sides of his cock, gently pumping him up and down with a slow but steady pace. his breath hitched in his throat as you continued to do so, placing gentle kisses on his thighs before licking up his cock. you bobbed your head down, slowly taking his tip in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it.

his hands go to the back of your head, grabbing some hair from the nape of your neck and holding your head, lightly guiding you up and down his cock. “so pretty like this..” he moaned, locking eyes with you and placing a kiss on the top of your head.

your hand jerked the base of his cock while your mouth tried to fit all it could, slobbering all over him as you sucked him off. he was a moaning mess, whispering sweet praises in your ear. “mmm, you’re doing such a good job.” he let out a breathy laugh and cupped your cheek.

you quickened your pace and his noises only became louder. “so close..” he closed his eyes and bucked his hips gently into you.

he let out a strained groan as you felt his hot load shoot into the back of your throat. releasing ryan’s cock with a pop, you swallow his cum, wipe your mouth clean and try to catch your breath.

he pulled you up onto his lap and kissed you hard. “so hot..” he whispered, repositioning you so you were closer to him.

he jerked his cock a few times before positioning himself over your folds. he ran his tip through them a few times before slowly entering you. his eyes widened and his mouth fell open as you squeezed his cock with your warm hole. “oh god..” he whispered in your ear, hugging you close. he buried his head in your cleavage and began to move his hips up and down. you join him, quickly finding the pace in which you’d go in that moment.

you watch from the window behind as party goers enter in and out of the house. the windows of the pool house were fogged up with hot breath as he pumped in and out of you. the sound of skin on skin echoed throughout the small room. “you-“ he babbled, “-so hot- god, i love you..” he laughed, running his hands through your hair.

you place small hickeys along his collar bone, hoping maybe someone will see them when you go back into the party. his hand reaches down to rub circles on your clit, bringing you closer to your release..

“fuckkkk,” you giggle, “next time.. we uh.. do this-“ you said in between thrusts, “i want.. to not be in.. some ransom persons… pool house..” he laughed in response. “please,” he groans, pace quickening as he grabs your ass. “fuck!” you groan, cumming on his cock. it happened so much faster than you had anticipated. he continued to thrust for a minute but then pulled out and began jerking it.

“can i,, cum on your,, face?” he groaned. you moaned and nodded, hopping down and squatting in front of him as he continued to jerk in front of you.

he shot his load all over your face, groaning loudly, and placing a kiss on your lips before catching his breath. “wow,,” he laughed. “that was… amazing..” “y-yeah..” you giggled, placing a kiss on his cheek.. “sorry i… did it all over your face, here, let me help. he picked up his shirt and helped you wipe his cum off of your face. “i don’t… need this…” he laughed. he pulled his pants up and zipped them. he helped you get your clothes back on.

he put his jacket on and zipped it up all the way to hide the fact that he wasn’t wearing a shirt. he threw the shirt into the corner of the pool house and continued helping you put your clothes back on. he buttoned up the back of your bra and helped you with your shorts. “thanks, ry..” you smiled, kissing his cheek. “we gotta do this more often,,” you winked, opening the pool house door for him.

you two walked back into the crowded house together, hand in hand.

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A/N, thanks for reading! i’m sorry if it sucks, i kinda rushed the ending :0 DM for requests, it would be greatly appreciated if someone helped me with prompts so i can get more writing out! thanks! <3

[elektramustdie]

Missed this.

You and Ryan had been apart way too long. While you loved when he was on tour because of how much he loved his fans and performing, you hated being apart from him. 

But it was moments like this, when you finally reunited and all hell broke loose, that made it all worth it.

"I've missed you so fucking much baby" Ryan groaned against your mouth, frantically tugging up the skirt you wore specifically for this occasion.

You had gone from the airport straight to the arena where his band were performing. You couldn't get a flight at any other time, and there was no way you were waiting until after the show to see your husband.

With your bags sent to the hotel, and your panties removed and tucked into your bag as soon as you got off the plane, you were ready to reunite with the love of your life.

"I missed you too lovey, so so much I couldn't breathe" you gasped, popping the button of his pants undone as your head tilted back to expose your neck to his lips.

"Can't have that can we darling, I need you alive and breathing... always" he began marking a particular spot on your neck, the place he knew drove you absolutely wild. His fingers caressed your bare mound, slipping lower to collect the arousal between your folds. "Always wet for me aren't you, even kept your pussy free so I could play"

"If you want me breathing then don't leave me alone, could have me wet for you all the time if you weren't touring..." you didn't mean it, not really. But Ryan knew you were only teasing him, making him feel bad so he'd fuck you like you wanted.

"Yeah? Left my favourite girl all alone, didn't I? How do I make it up to you baby?" he kissed you again, spreading your thighs wider on the table as you pulled his cock out of his undid pants, jerking him off in gentle strokes.

Ryan had kicked everyone out of the dressing room as soon as he saw you. He assumed you'd be waiting at the hotel for him when he got back, so he was utterly surprised when you showed up at the arena in his favourite skirt and those strappy heels that drove him so crazy he wanted to fuck you while you wore those and only those.

He had you on top of the makeshift makeup table quicker than you could say hello to the other boys, his lips on yours before he said a word. It was all so rushed and dirty, and you loved how much he still lusted over you.

"Fuck me like I deserve Ryan, make me cum around you" you begged, slipping your fingers in his hair and looking up to him with doe eyes you knew he adored while your other hand guided his cock to your cunt.

Ryan would've done anything you wanted when you looked at him like that.

"As you wish princess"

He hooked your legs over his arms so your knees were close to your chest, your hand dropping to the table to keep yourself balanced. He pushed in quickly and in one go, a choked cry that Ryan had to muffle with his mouth escaping you. 

He felt so good, too good even, and you had missed the way he filled you up so well, hitting every spot inside you without even moving.

Ryan began thrusting in at a fast pace, knowing he had to make you cum as quick as possible so the two of you could get redressed and the other boys could come back in. They knew what you two were doing in here, so there was a good chance they wouldn't want to come back in any way until the room had been cleared of the smell of sex.

You gripped his hair tight in your hand, biting down hard on your lip as you tried to quieten your sounds. While the boys knew what you were doing, you didn't need some poor crew member hearing you cry out around your husband's cock.

"You like it when I fuck you like this? Yeah you do. Look at you, already clenching around me like you're cock starved" he teased, the pure look of ecstasy evident on your face.

"Mhmm... feels so good, oh god Ry I've missed this-missed your cock" you whined, clenching your core around him as his thrusts continued bruising your insides. You knew you'd be sore, but you didn't care one bit, not when it felt this good to have him fuck you this hard.

Ryan pushed you to lay flat and pressed your thighs together, holding them against your chest in one hand as he pressed his thumb to your swollen clit with the other. You slammed your hand against your mouth to hide the scream that erupted at the feeling of him touching your clit.

He smirked at the sight of you desperately trying to hide your noise behind your hand, “Look at you pretending to be concerned of other people hearing you, bet my filthy girl actually wants everyone to hear how good your husband’s making you feel, don’t you? Want everyone to know that I’m yours and you’re mine, don’t you princess?”

You nodded frantically, tears welling up in your eyes at the tight pinch building in your core. You would’ve done anything for him to make you cum.

“Say it” he demanded, rubbing harder against your clit in a motion that had your back arching up from the table.

“Y-yes! Want everyone to know” you could barely form a sentence, “Make me cum, please baby, please... need it so bad” you gasped, trying to hold your orgasm off until Ryan said that you could cum. 

“You’re so good asking permission baby, you can cum whenever you’re ready... Fuck, I love you so much” He leaned over you to give you a deep kiss, the deeper angle making you cum instantly.

Your legs tightened, freezing against your chest while your body vibrated as your orgasm rushed through your core in white hot pleasure. You cried out against his mouth, fisting his hair as your clit pulsed, coming down from the high of your orgasm.

Ryan came soon after, only a few more thrusts being enough to have his hot cum shooting into you and filling you to the brim, leaking onto the table when there wasn’t anymore room. He sighed and slumped against you, his head falling to your chest as he let your legs fall open on either side of him to accomodate his body. 

“I love you so much Ry” you sighed, lifting his head so you could kiss him again. 

“Love you more, baby, ‘m so happy to see you” he smiled, standing straight and pulling you up into a sitting position. You winced at the movement, watching him slowly pull out of you. 

Cum poured out of you and onto the table in an instant, making you both moan out loud at the sight. Ryan dipped his fingers into your heat, collecting your mixed climaxes on two fingers before bringing them to your lips.

You happily licked his fingers clean, keeping it on your tongue as you brought Ryan in for another kiss. Your tongues flicked against each other, moaning while a mix of cum and spit was exchanged between your mouths in a way that was so filthy it riled both of you up again, Ryan’s cock hardening against your thigh.

The two of you were like horny teenagers, and you would’ve happily used Ryan’s cum as lube to fuck again if it weren’t for the loud banging that started on the dressing room door. 

“Hurry the fuck up in there and light a candle, I need to shit” His band mate yelled through the door, you both groaned.

Moment ruined for sure... but there was always later when you got back to your hotel suite...

[deviouz]

sebastian lovers rise <3

whatever you do, don’t imagine a munch!sebastian so far into his oral fixation, his head nestled perfectly between your thighs and inky black hair pooling between your fingers nestled atop his head, half torn between pulling him closer to forcing him away to stave off the nth orgasm of the day.

don’t imagine how munch!sebastian’s ringed-fingers and black-nail-polish-clad nails (something you had insisted on doing as a form of ‘quality time’ and definitely not because the sight of his pretty, pretty hands had you weak at the knees) dig into your thighs when you get particularly squirmy.

don’t imagine munch!sebastian so lost in your his own personal heaven that he fails to notice the sound of the farmhouses’s door opening, as well your frantic tugging at his hair meant to grab his attention. he’s much too focused on making you cry out his name to pay any further attention than that.

don’t imagine how two of munch!sebastian’s fingers go to prod at your slick folds before getting enveloped by your gummy walls. it only take three plotting curls of his fingers before you’re coming undone on his pierced lips for the umpteenth time that night, body quivering in orgasmic bliss and cunt absolutely drooling.

don’t imagine how you make eye contact with munch!sebastian’s closest friend, sam, as your orgasm crashes over you. it was hard not to make eye contact with sam. his baby blue eyes were wide and pupils blown while a rosy pink flush overtook his face.

don’t imagine how munch!sebastian only slows down for just a second for you to catch your breath before he’s itching to pull another climax from you.

don’t imagine how quickly visible the tent in sam’s pants becomes when munch!sebastian pulls away to ask “baby, can you squirt for me?”

don’t imagine how munch!sebastian renders you to loud moans and incomprehensible cries of pleasure all over again, pierced tongue pressed flat against your clit before his lips completely envelop it, cheeks hollowing as he sucks.

don’t imagine how sam bites his lip before finally making his presence known to munch!sebastian. “thanks for the invitation, seb.”

[mmonogatari]

7 minutes in heaven

── ryan ross x fem!reader

warnings: alcohol use, vulgar words (very few tbh) and slightly suggestive themes. the characters are 18+

word count: 3.4k

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Ryan knew full well you were an introvert and not too interested in partying, yet he insisted on dragging you to Brendon’s house, which was currently way too crowded in your opinion.

You thought about how you’d rather be at home bingeing crappy movies or just relaxing by yourself, sinking in the myriad of pillows that adorned your bed, when your eyes started wandering around the room. Maybe you were looking for an excuse to leave, or just maybe you were looking for the reason you were at this God forsaken party to begin with.

It’s not like you were mad Ryan dragged you here, what made you kind of annoyed was the fact that he was seemingly gone, while you’d hoped he would stay by your side. Instead you found yourself alone, looking for some peace and quiet in the kitchen, far away from the crowd. Yes, you were on your own, but this was somewhat more bearable than awkwardly standing against a wall amidst waves of dancing bodies, trying to push down the knot in your throat that formed as soon as you stepped in. You hadn’t even noticed Ryan disappearing, you just suddenly found yourself feeling colder, your limbs going frigid, looking around for your friend: it almost felt like your body felt the lack of his warm presence and signalled it to you through the shivers dancing up and down your spine.

Once you realised you were unable to locate him, you tried to navigate the crammed hallways towards a glimmer of quietness, shushing the gloominess muddling your thoughts.

You lowered your head, staring at the red cup in your hand, half full with a mixture of vodka and some kind of energy drink. Why were you thinking such stupid things all of a sudden? You’d known Ryan for years now, you had many classes together in high school and now that finals were done, ending your senior year, you were a bit worried you guys would just… drift apart. Maybe that’s why you hoped he would stay with you at this party, maybe that’s why you accepted to come to begin with. Or maybe it was just the alcohol talking. Yeah, that was definitely the reason.

You let out a soft – and perhaps slightly self deprecating – chuckle: it wasn’t the first time those thoughts came to your mind, but every time you deemed them too silly to pay them any mind. You couldn’t bring yourself to accept the fact that you would miss Ryan if you parted ways. You couldn't even begin to process the butterflies you felt in your stomach whenever his pretty face popped up in your head. The oh so perfect, poetic and dazzling Ryan Ross was definitely too out of your league. What use was it to try to make sense of it all, when you were so sure of the fact that these feelings were not reciprocated?

“What’s got you laughing?” a shadow loomed over you. You didn’t even hear the footsteps coming towards you, partly because they were hidden by the loud music that was making the walls vibrate, and also because you were so deep in thought that you drowned out every other stimulus.

You looked up, “Oh wow, I thought you had abandoned me and escaped or something,” you flashed Ryan a small smile. His cheeks were slightly red and flushed, probably because of the alcohol, seeing as he also held a red plastic cup just like yours, except his was empty.

“If you’re looking for something to drink, it should be in that cabinet,” you pointed to his left.

“Well, no, I guess I’ve had enough. Also, I wouldn’t abandon you: Brendon was just talking to some girls about our songs, you know… and he wouldn’t let me leave.”

“What a show off,” you giggled, jokingly. “What are you here for then?”

“Obviously I came looking for you.”

You felt blood rushing to your face.

“Oh yeah?”

“Mhm. We were thinking of playing some games or something,” Ryan immediately noticed your face going blank, “Listen, I know you’re not the biggest fan of parties and stuff, but I’d like if you tagged along, to be honest I’d like it better with you there…” he scratched the nape of his neck, was he… embarrassed?

That was so unlike the Ryan you knew, always somewhat cocky and annoying, hiding his kind and sweet side behind the slightly arrogant facade. It was kind of endearing to see him flustered, and you silently thanked the alcohol for making him this cute.

“Yeah, well, I guess I can tag along… but no truth or dare, you know I have no creativity whatsoever and I wouldn’t be able to come up with questions and that would be the actual worst,” you chuckled, hoping he wouldn’t notice how nervous and anxious you were.

“Okay okay, I won’t allow them to let you make a fool of yourself like that,” he mocked you.

This wasn’t your first party, but it definitely would be the first time you played party games, as you always avoided them like the plague.

Other than the nervousness, a slight pang of jealousy caught you by surprise. What were you even jealous of? Ryan? It’s not like he liked you back. And it’s not like you liked him to begin with. The butterflies that flapped violently against the walls of your stomach were just a natural reaction, who wouldn’t feel even the littlest bit of excitement when the most gorgeous man on Earth smiled at you so coyly?

Then why did you catch yourself staring at his nape while he was leading you out of the kitchen, the curve of his shoulders clumsily hidden by his shirt, and your eyes wandered down his back, while feeling a pit of sadness piercing through your stomach?

You caught yourself praying that he wouldn’t have to kiss any other girl, and maybe, just maybe, the bottle would land on you… but it’s not like you’d ever have the guts to confess your conflicted feelings, especially not when the thought of your friendship dying down from the distance college would put between you was all that occupied your mind for days now.

He turned to face you, “Are you coming or what?” he smiled.

You tried to regain some composure and nodded.

The whole house was packed with teens dancing to the loud music playing through the speakers. Ryan waited till you caught up with him and then let you walk ahead of him.

“I don’t want to bear the guilt of losing you in the crowd,” he snickered.

You walked past him and felt his hand on the small of your back. It was warm and comforting, you relished in the feeling, trying to quiet down your heartbeat. You couldn’t even tell if it was the nervousness of the imminent game or the warmth radiating from his hand making your heart skip one too many beats.

He led you all the way to Brendon’s bedroom, where a few other people were waiting.

“Here they are! Come sit here guys,” Brendon exclaimed cheerfully. “Allow me to explain what we’re gonna play.”

Brendon’s theatrical attitude made you chuckle, seemingly calming your furious heartbeat with the distraction he provided.

“So you all know 7 minutes in heaven right?” He glanced at you and you nodded in response. While you weren’t as close with Brendon as you were with Ryan, you guys did hang out more than a couple times and he knew you were kind of a shut-in hermit. Being a homebody didn’t mean you lived under a rock.

He continued, “Well that’s what we’re playing, but with a twist,” Brendon’s smile grew, you could catch a glimpse of benevolent malice hiding behind his pearly whites.

Some girls squealed excitedly, everyone wanted to know more.

“Okay, quiet down everybody,” Brendon shushed, gesturing with his hands.

“Hurry up Brendon,” Spencer laughed.

“So, to be honest I always thought 7 minutes in heaven was pretty boring. I mean you get to spend seven minutes stuck in a closet, isn’t it quite obvious you’re gonna fuck?” he started explaining. “So I’ve devised this variant. Basically we’re gonna split the guys from the girls and each group gets a room.”

People started giggling gleefully, thinking this was gonna get interesting.

“Each group gets to pick one person, like I don’t know, by spinning the bottle or something, and that’s the lucky one that gets to go in the closet. Blindfolded obviously. Cause the objective is guessing who the other person is, but no talking allowed. And no cum stains on my clothes cause we’re gonna use my closet, and I swear I’m gonna commit murder if any of y’all get them stained,” he shot daggers at the boys, who all laughed.

Ryan glanced at you as if to ask if you were okay, you gave a slight nod and a small smile. You didn’t want to ruin everyone’s night and be a bummer. Also it would be unlikely you’d get picked anyway, seeing as there were at least six or seven other girls.

“Oh also,” Brendon chimed again. “We’re going for multiple rounds!” Everyone cheered.

“Come on now, let’s get to our rooms,” Brendon ushered the girls out, pointing to the door opposite to his bedroom.

You sat down with the others, taking a second to look at them. You kind of knew some of them, from school, but not really enough to call them friends. Barely acquaintances even.

“Okay I guess spin the bottle would be the easiest way, right?”

Everyone nodded in agreement.

You gulped nervously, you genuinely didn’t know if you wanted to be picked to get this over with or not.

One of the girls placed an empty soda bottle down in the middle of the circle you all made on the floor, and started spinning it.

When it landed on a pretty blonde, you couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief. The pang of jealousy stabbed through your chest again though, and you found yourself hoping that Ryan wasn’t the one picked.

As you all got up and covered the girl’s eyes with the tie Brendon gave you as a makeshift blindfold, you started making your way out of the bedroom, while the chosen girl was being guided by her friend.

“Keep quiet or you’ll ruin the surprise!” you overheard one of the girls say, while giggling.

You opened the door to find the boys all ready with their chosen candidate.

You held back your sigh of relief when you noticed it was Spencer the one who was blindfolded.

Everyone stayed quiet as Brendon opened the closet and let Spencer and the girl inside. He then grabbed a timer, “Time starts… now!”

He hurried everyone to leave the bedroom.

Once you’re all out he laughed, “I don’t wanna hear them making out to be honest.” He flopped on the bed in the spare bedroom where you previously were with the girls. “Hasn’t Spencer been eyeing that girl up and down like, all night long?”

“Yeah,” Ryan replies, his tone somewhat sheepish.

You felt warmth rush to your cheeks and ears, your breath hitched after noticing how close his voice sounded. Your head felt dizzy and you couldn’t bring yourself to turn and look at him and face his gaze, that you felt burning through your skin.

You sank lower into the mattress, seeking comfort in the lavender coloured sheets.

Perhaps Ryan caught your nervousness, or maybe he was also feeling awkward — even though you struggled to picture that — but he didn’t say a word for a couple of minutes.

When you finally lifted your head to look at him, he gave you a small smile, his eyes hiding his flustered demeanour pretty well.

“How do you think they’re doing in there?” he breathed out.

Why was your heart even thumping now? You felt like your ribs were about to crack.

“Oh, uh… I guess they’re having fun,” you spoke softly.

As the minutes went by you started making small talk and feeling a bit more comfortable. After all it was the alcohol’s fault you were feeling so lightheaded and your heart felt like it was running a marathon. Yes, it was surely that. Just hold on a bit more and you can leave, you kept telling yourself.

The ringing of the timer shook you out of your dizzy bliss, your heart giving you the fatal blow when it seemed about to jump out of your chest as Ryan’s shoulder brushed against yours when he rose from the bed.

“Time’s up, let’s go free the lovebirds,” Brendon laughed in a slightly sarcastic tone.

When he opened the closet door, the two of them were all over each other, hair ruffled and breathing laboured.

“Come on, get out. You can continue somewhere else,” Brendon winked, making everyone laugh. “Time for the second round.”

This time you were feeling a little more relaxed, the alcohol was starting to wear off and you were getting more comfortable. The game didn’t seem as scary anymore.

Until the bottle landed on you.

You knew this would happen eventually, yet you couldn’t help your head jerking up, trying to hide the panicked look you were sure was plastered on your face.

Thank God, or maybe unfortunately, the girls didn’t seem to notice and they hurried you on your feet, eager to blindfold you and start the round.

Shivers travelled up and down your spine as one of the girls held your hand to guide you to the room.

It was so eerily quiet, you couldn’t tell at all who was the guy who got picked.

You felt the girl’s hand on your shoulders as she pushed you into the cramped closet. You tucked your feet under your bottom, trying to find a comfortable enough position.

The air grew warmer as the other person joined in.

“Okay guys, time’s starting.” You hear a muffled voice, but you couldn’t distinguish who it was because of the layers of fabric and wood blocking out the sounds, “let’s go grab some more booze while we wait”.

Your view was completely black, your mouth agape, looking for some more air to fill up your lungs. You were almost shaking, trying to dry off your sweaty palms on your jeans.

You felt rustling coming from in front of you, he was probably trying to adjust himself in the tiniest amount of space so as to not disturb you. He couldn’t help but brush his legs against yours though, which let a small gasp escape from your lips.

“Uhm…” you started, before remembering the no-talking rule. You sighed in frustration. How could you even begin to guess who was the boy stuck in there with you if you couldn’t even talk to him?

Suddenly you felt puffs of warm hair hitting your face, signalling that he was getting closer. You instinctively raised your hands in front of you, as if you were trying to protect yourself or put some distance between the two of you, even though it would have been in vain, seeing as your back was against the wall.

What you didn’t expect was your hands hitting the soft cotton covering his chest. You froze, unable to react and remove them, mentally cursing the moment you decided to participate in this stupid game.

The fact that the boy took this as a sign that he could reciprocate your touch made everything even worse, your head started spinning faster than a carousel as his hands laid gently on your knees.

You could feel his warmth through the denim fabric, your heart started skipping beat after beat. This was driving you insane, it felt as if the time was as frozen as you were in that instant.

He hummed quietly as his hands made their way up your thighs, hesitating.

He stopped midway, seemingly unsure whether he had the green light or not.

For some reason you felt disappointment rush through your veins when he stopped, replacing the nervousness. As he was about to lift his hands, his fingertips barely grazing your legs, you moved your own hands higher up his chest, your feather touch barely caressing his collarbones under the lightweight shirt.

Thankfully he got the message. His hands latched back to your thighs, but didn’t stay there for long, he immediately moved them up to grab your hips.

You felt goosebumps when his thin fingers slid under the hem of your shirt and collided with the skin of your lower back.

It felt somehow familiar.

His fingers hooked in your Venus’ dimples and your ears felt devilishly hot when they caught the sigh he let escape.

The sound reverberated in your head, kicking out all other thoughts and that small spark of reason you were trying to keep alight.

You grabbed the collar of his shirt, trying to focus on identifying the man who was making you feel all hot and bothered.

As your fingers travelled to the nape of his neck and tangled in his soft hair, his hands were occupied with exploring your back and waist, stopping to lay palms flat against your side, thumbs lightly pressing your stomach.

His face was inching closer and you could smell his cologne, faint but distinguishable.

The scent of hairspray, the softness of his shirt, it all made sense now.

“Ryan?” a whisper struggled to leave your lips.

“Y-yeah…” his breathing fanned against your earlobe. “You have no idea how happy I am that it’s you,” he sighed as his lips brushed against your skin.

A rush of hot blood made your veins pulse, you gulped down the awkwardness.

“I’m happy too…” your hands moved to his back, pulling him closer in a much needed hug.

When you felt his nose bump into yours, all sense and reason escaped you, as an eagerness you didn’t know you could have made its way through your dizzy head.

“Is it okay if…” his lips caressed your cheek as he whispered.

“Yes, please, Ryan, kiss–”, his lips didn’t let you finish the sentence as they immediately captured yours in a loving and chaste kiss.

“I’ve waited for this for so long,” he whined desperately in between sloppy kisses, stopping only to take your blindfolds off.

You hummed against his mouth, hoping he’d understand that you too had been dying to kiss him for God knows how long.

His hands started exploring your back, clashing against the clip of your bra and the hem of your jeans, before settling on the sides of your face. His thumbs traced small circles on your cheeks.

“I really really like you, (Y/N),” he panted.

“I like you too,” you replied before capturing his lips once again.

The make out session left you breathless as you laid your head on his shoulder, while he engulfed you in his tight embrace. It felt like he’d never let you go and you were totally fine with that.

“I think I would have actually cried if you ended up with some other jerk,” he chuckled.

“Were you jealous?” you teased, knowing full well you were thinking the same exact thing.

“Shut up. Wouldn’t you also be jealous if the girl you liked for years ended up making out with someone else?”

“Touché, Ross,” you chirped gleefully. He liked you. The prettiest and kindest and smartest person you’d ever laid eyes upon reciprocated your feelings. It felt unreal.

“Don’t you think time should be up by now?” he tilted his head.

“Oh fuck, you’re right. Did they forget us or what?”

“Not that I’m complaining if we accidentally end up staying here all night,” he teased sarcastically, “who knows what might happen.”

“Shut up!” you laughed.

The closet fell silent. You really should be looking for a way to get out.

Thankfully it seemed that Brendon read your minds, cause you suddenly felt frantic footsteps approaching hurriedly and a string of mumbled ‘fuck fuck fuck’s.

“We can continue this later, right?” Ryan whispered in your ear, as he moved just a couple inches back. You could literally feel the cocky smirk adorning his beautiful face.

You turned to look at him right as the closet door opened, “Fuck guys I’m so sorry, we went to grab some more vodka bottles and didn’t hear the timer go off I’m so sorry fuck,” Brendon’s hand was outstretched, offering you help to get out.

Thank God he didn’t seem to notice your tousled hair and laboured breath.

Your eyes went immediately looking for Ryan’s, his gaze making you melt.

“Don’t worry, we had fun,” he winked at you.

You rolled your eyes. He was back to his annoying usual self, which you couldn’t help but love all the same as the desperate whiny mess he was just a couple minutes ago.

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i highly hope there were no mistakes as english isn't my native language and this was my very first time writing a fanfic :)

[slut4ryanross]

2007 Headband Era Ryan Ross x Fem Reader

Warnings: Heavy-ish?? degradation , Choking

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    It had been a hard couple of days at the recording studio for Ryan, all the stress to drop a new album piling up on him making him more tense than usual.

He hated everything he was writing and recording. So much so that the band had already scrapped an album they were almost finished with for a new start, but still, nothing was coming together.

As much as you cared about Ryan, you couldn't deny the fact that some sick part of you liked when he was mad. Not because you liked seeing him upset, but because of how rough he would fuck you when he was frustrated.

"Are you sure we have enough time?" You asked hesitantly, your eyes scanning the recording studio before glancing at the closed door. Your fingers fumbling with the buttons of Ryan's shirt, hurriedly unbuttoning it before slipping it off.

"Quit thinking about that. We'll be fine." Ryan mumbled, a slight hint of annoyance and impatience in his voice as his hands ran up your back, underneath your shirt making you shiver.

"Besides, the doors locked anyway." Ryan continued, not giving you time to respond before slipping your shirt off over your head, allowing it to fall to the ground along with his.

His hand trailed up your bare back before reaching your hair, his fingers threading through the strands as he yanked it roughly, forcing you to turn your head just enough so he could whisper into your ear.

"Just don't make too much noise and we'll be fine."

His breath was warm against your neck, contrasting the cold studio room making you shudder.

You hadn't seen him this stressed in ages. Maybe it was all the interviews he had lined up for the week, or his inability to come up with lyrics. Whatever it was, it didn't matter. All that mattered to you was helping him relax.

"You want it, don't you?" Ryan mumbled against your neck, pressing a kiss against it before sucking harshly and biting it, his tongue flicking out and running over the bite to soothe it, causing your body tense under his touch.

As Ryan spoke, his hand found its way to yours, guiding your hand to his hardened cock which strained painfully against the zipper of his pants, allowing you to feel how hard he was.

You let out a shaky exhale of approval, your hand lightly palming his erection mindlessly, causing him to suck in a sharp breath. "Tell me you fucking need it. Beg for me to fuck you."

Your breath caught in your throat as you tried your best not to let out a needy moan at his words. "Fuck, Ryan.. Please. I need it, so fucking bad." You begged pathetically, your hands weaving through his wavy brown hair, tugging on it gently.

You knew better than to pull too hard, last time you had made that mistake he fucked you so hard you weren't able to walk straight for days.

"You're such a needy little slut for me aren't you?" Ryan mumbled. His hand released yours before hooking his fingers underneath the waistband of your skirt, tugging at it before sliding it off, allowing it to fall to your ankles. "Begging for me to fill you with my cock."

His mouth returned to your neck, placing more kisses and marks along your collarbone, causing you to involuntarily pull on his hair harder, making him groan.

"Fuck. I cant wait any longer." Ryan growled, allowing his hand to slide into your underwear. His fingertips lightly ran up and down over your swollen clit, teasing you. The movements smooth and slick thanks to how wet you where for him.

"Ryan.." You gasped, your voice cracking from desperation, a shaky, pathetic moan escaping your lips as your fingers dug into his scalp, resisting the urge to yank on his hair. "please.."

"Please? Really? Is that all you have to say?" Ryan teased, his lips hovering over your neck as he whispered. His hand removed itself from your underwear, moving to your hip as he squeezed it hardly, his fingernails leaving indents in your skin.

"I know you can do batter than that." He continued, licking your neck before trailing open mouthed kisses down it to your collar bone. His grip tightened on your hip as his other hand untangled itself from your now messy hair, moving to your hips and gripping them firmly.

Your head tilted back slightly, giving Ryan more access to your full neck. Soft, quiet moans escaped your lips as your hips grinded into his, making him groan.

"Such a good little slut for me." Ryan murmured quietly under his breath, almost as if he was talking to himself.

Before you could respond with another quiet moan, you felt his hands push up back, guiding you by your hips.

Your back hit the table, Ryan's hands releasing your hips as he moved them to the back of your thighs, giving them a light tap, signaling for you to sit on the table, his hands helping you onto it carefully.

"Are you sure we won't get caught? I mean-"

Before you could finish your sentence you felt his teeth sink into your neck once again, causing you to gasp, yanking his hair.

"I already fucking told you, we'll be fine as long as you just shut up." Ryan grumbled through his teeth, his voice filled with impatience and eagerness. The pleasure and pain from you pulling his hair making him groan.

"Just," Ryan paused, his fingers hooking underneath the waist band of your underwear, tugging at them before pulling them down, sliding them down your legs, allowing them to fall to the ground.

"Just be a good girl for me and don't make too much noise, okay?" Ryan continued, his hand moving up to your neck, wrapping his fingers around it lightly as his thumb ran over the hickeys he had left behind.

You swallowed thickly, giving Ryan a slight nod as your grip on his hair loosened.

"Yeah, alright." You mumbled, trying your best not to squirm under his touch.

With a hum of approval, Ryan released his gentle grip on your neck, allowing his hand to slide down your body slowly, his hand finding its way back down to your wetness.

"Please hurry." Your hips bucked forward against Ryan's hand, desperate for his touch. "I can't wait any longer." You pleaded, your legs instinctively wrapping around Ryan's waist.

"So needy." Ryan teased, his thumb starting to rub loose circles around your clit, causing you to whimper softly, your hips jerking upwards as he teased you.

Without warning, Ryan pulled his hand away again, leaving you panting.

"Fuck! Ryan-" You began to protest, before you stopped yourself, not wanting to upset him further.

Your reaction caused Ryan to let out a shaky laugh, his hands moving to the buttons of his pants, his fingers fumbling to unbutton them before hurriedly sliding them down to his knees along with his underwear, not bothering to take them off fully.

"Look at you," He whispered, beads of precum coating the tip of his cock. "begging for my cock, like a dirty little whore." He continued, his hands reaching behind you and unclasping your bra before tugging it off, tossing it across the room not caring where it ended up.

"But you're my dirty little whore, aren't you?" He added, his hand returning to your cunt, his middle and ring finger rubbing your clit in medium paced circles, causing your hips to buck forward.

"Fuck!" You whined, your hands moving to the edge of the table, gripping it firmly as you resisted the urge to jerk your hips forward again.

"You're already so wet, aren't you? Like you've been waiting for this all day." Ryan murmured against your neck, his free hand moving to your cunt as well, his middle finger rubbing circles around your entrance all while continuing to run your swollen clit.

Your hands released the table and returned to his hair, pulling lightly as you bit your lip, suppressing a needy moan.

"But you haven't though, have you? You've been waiting for me to fuck you for days now." He hissed, not giving you time to reply before his finger slipped inside you fully, moving in and out slowly, mimicking the action fucking.

You let out a sharp gasp that turned into a desperate moan, his fingers working faster on your clit. "Ryan-"

"You're so loud aren't you? Surprised they haven't caught us yet..." He growled, cutting you off before biting your neck, his fingers maintaining a steady pace. "Bet you'd want that it huh? Want them to see how much of a needy slut you are for me." He finished, removing his finger from your cunt causing you to groan in disappointment.

"Too bad, we can't have that. I have a reputation that can't be tainted by a whore like you." He teased, his hand moving up to his forehead, his fingers slipping underneath his headband as he slipped it off, balling it in his hand.

"Open.." He mumbled, his other hand moving to your jaw, his thumb running over your bottom lip.

With a timid nod you parted your lips slightly, looking up at him, your eyes meeting his for a split second.

Carefully, Ryan brought his other hand to your mouth, forcing the fabric of his headband in as he held onto your jaw firmly with his other.

"Good girl." He praised, his hand releasing your jaw as both of them moved back down to your hips, gripping them firmly.

With a shaky hand, Ryan's right hand moved down to his cock, running his thumb over the tip, precum leaking from it.

As you watched Ryan stroke his cock a few times, as if preparing it, your legs tightened around his waist, urging him to continue.

With a shaky breath, Ryan guided his cock to your cunt, the tip rubbing up and down your clit causing you to moan into the makeshift headband gag, your hands pulling on his hair roughly causing him to groan.

"Fuck, I could cum just from this." Ryan groaned, his lips grazing your neck.

As much as Ryan enjoyed seeing you writhe in desperation under him, and as much as he enjoyed teasing you, he couldn't hold back much longer.

With a shaky inhale Ryan guided his cock to your entrance, slowly pushing in inch my inch till he filled you fully, a groan escaping his lips.

Your hips arched into his, pulling him closer as you tightened your legs around his waist, moaning loudly into the fabric.

"So fucking tight for me, what a good slut." Ryan groaned against your neck, allowing you time to adjust to his size before he began rocking his hips, his cock sliding into you in a slow, deliberate rhythm.

"Ryan, please." At least, thats what you tried to say; what came out was more of a muffled whimper than a sentence. But nonetheless, Ryan somehow managed to understand.

"Don't fucking say my name, slut." Ryan growled, his thrusts slow and shallow as he started to properly fuck you on the recording studio table.

"Just take it, be a good little whore and take my cock like the dirty little bitch you are." Ryan hissed, his hand moving back to your cunt, his thrusts quickening as his thumb rubbed circles on and around your clit.

With a sharp inhale you nodded, moaning again into the fabric in your mouth, his finger on your clit and his cock thrusting in and out of you making your mind go blank.

Ryan's free hand moved from your hip to your throat swiftly, his thumb tilting your head back as he squeezed your throat, cutting off air to your lungs but not enough to make you pass out, just enough to make you focus on the pleasure he was providing.

"Don't even fucking think about cumming until I tell you to." Ryan growled, his head moving back from your neck to admire the work he was doing on your cunt, his voice filled with lust and desperation.

"You want me to fuck you harder don't you? You want me to fuck you like the slut you are?" Ryan confirmed, his hips picking up the pace, each thrust deeper and harder than the last

His voice grew slightly louder, groaning with each thrust. "Bet you want to come, don't you?" He teased, as if reading your mind, his thumb working faster on your clit, maintaining the pace of his thrusts.

"Cum for me, fucking whore." Ryan groaned, maintaining his pace as he held back his orgasm, desperately wanting you to cum first.

As badly as you wanted this to continue, your release was inevitable, threatening to crash over you any second, and with Ryan's spoken permission you knew you couldn't hold back any longer.

With a shaky muffled moan, your body tensed under his, your hands tangled in his hair as you pulled it roughly, your orgasm hitting you hard as your hips bucked against his.

Ryan's hand squeezed your throat harder, his thrusts growing more erratic, his hips bucking desperately as his orgasm hit him, causing it to let out a groan mixed with a gasp, his warm cum filling you, his hand releasing your neck as his body twitched.

"Fuck..." Ryan whimpered, his voice shaky and his legs close to giving out. With a shaky breath, Ryan's hand lightly gripped your jaw, urging it further open as his other hand moved to your mouth, removing the headband before tossing it onto the table, his arms wrapping around your waist as he leaned in and kissed your neck, still buried inside you.

After a moment of silence, Ryan pulled back before pressing a light kiss against your forehead. "I'm sorry baby. I love you." He mumbled against your forehead, his breathing slowling down.

"I love you too."

[mmonogatari]

heartbreak girl

── ryan ross x fem!reader

content warning: none, just fluff, couple of curse words

word count: 539

a/n: loosely inspired by “heartbreak girl” and “just saying” by 5sos!

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“What is it?”, Ryan sighed as soon as he picked up the phone, “I swear, if it’s that idiot you call your boyfriend-”

You wept, “Yeah…”

Ryan hated this. As your best friend, he was the one you called whenever that stupid excuse of a man you were dating hurt you. And it happened a lot. But he didn’t only hate the fact his best friend was suffering. Cause to him, you were not just a best friend, you were his first and only love, with the worst part being your obliviousness to the whole thing.

“What’d he do this time?”, he huffed. Despite being annoyed — he’d rather not think about the fact another man could get your affection — he still had to help you, and he also hated when you were sad.

“Oh, I just… maybe I’m exaggerating, but I think I saw him chatting to a girl… and you know how it went last time,” you explained through tears and sniffles.

“Ugh, fucking cheater,” mumbled Ryan. ‘I could never cheat on her, what an asshole’.

“You know what you should do, I told you a ton of times,” said Ryan.

“Yeah I know, but… I can’t leave him, I just can’t,”

“Why? You could easily find someone better, like you deserve,” like me, he thought.

“I don’t know…”

“That’s just the right thing to do. He keeps treating you like shit, I’d never do tha- fuck,” it was too late, he was sure you heard everything.

The phone fell silent.

“Hey? You there?”, the apprehension in Ryan’s voice was palpable.

“Yes, sorry. What were you saying?”, your voice sounded softer now. Calmer.

“Ah nothing, just- he’s a jerk. You deserve someone better,” he exhaled.

“Like you?”, you whispered.

If only you could see Ryan now. His face turned ghastly white. Was this the end? He knew he had to wait, eventually you would have gotten over that stupid douche and you would have seen that Ryan was the best guy you could have asked for. But he slipped up, he rushed, he got upset and let it slip. And now everything you two had was about to end.

“Ryan?”

“Yeah sorry, I- I got distracted,” he snapped back from his pessimistic internal monologue.

“So… did you mean it?”

“What?”, he tensed up again.

“You know, that you’d treat me better. As in, you’d be a better boyfriend?”, you inquired.

Oh well, cat’s out the bag now, might as well admit it, “Yeah, that’s what I meant. I get it if you don’t wanna talk to me anymo-”

You didn’t let him finish, “No Ryan, I still wanna see you and talk to you. Why don’t you show me if what you said is gonna be true?”

He was sure his heart exploded. Or his brain short circuited. Or- he was gonna go crazy, “You’re joking.”

“No. I mean, you’re right, he’s a jerk. But I couldn’t leave him, after all I thought no one would ever like me. But turns out the most handsome guy I know likes me? The guy I might have had a tiny crush on years ago? Might as well give him a chance, right?”

“You’re crazy. I like you even more now.”

[vampynights]

:D HIHIIII i'm back w another ryan rq LOLL can u write any sort of hcs about cuddling or physical affection w him please ^_^ !!!!!!! sorry if this is too vague, just lmk if it is!!!! 💘 (:

✰a/n: HELLO AGAIN ANON!! wonderful to hear from u and get another request!! I completely understand what you want, and since you so politely asked, you shall receive! this is so random but the song i had on repeat while writing this was ‘kiss me’ by sixpence none the richer and i feel like it really just adds to the overall vibe so i highly suggest listening while reading !!! hope you enjoy and have a wonderful day<33

✰RYAN ROSS — physical affection with ryan headcanons 

✰warnings: none tbh!! just pure fluff

(i love this gif sm.)

–ryan is definitely a lot more reserved when it comes to physical affection in the beginning of your relationship

–he’s pretty reserved overall tbh at first, it takes a bit to get him out of his shell

–in the beginning you’d probably have to initiate somethings or hint to him that you’d like to do certain things

–for example, if you wanted him to grab your hand you’d probably have to do that cliche ‘putting your hand super close to him till your pinky’s are touching’ thing to make him notice

–this is probably weird and stupid but i feel like he has like sweaty palms LOL (i do too, i understand the pain.)

–like, you hold his hand for too long and all of a sudden it’s like holding hands with someone who’s sprinkled a shit ton of water onto their hands

–he gets super embarrassed abt it too and you kinda just have to laugh it off and like tell him it’s okay without making a big deal out of it either…?

–once he gets into the habit though his hands are like ALWAYS on yours. 

–underneath tables, while you two are walking, if you’re sitting next to each other, when i saw always I MEAN ALWAYS 

–now moving on from the hand holding, cuddling is a little easier for him to get used to, funnily enough

–his excuse is probably that cuddling is done mostly in private meanwhile hand holding is public a lot of the time and he gets kinda shy

–he is like the perfect mix of little spoon and big spoon

–like he really does not mind being either tbh, he’ll only have a preference if he’s in a REALLY bad mood (in which case he’ll probably wanna be little spoon) but generally, he doesn’t care, as long as he’s holding you he’s chill.

–he’s got a fucking GRIP

–cuddling with him is like signing away your life tbh, once you go into his arms he will not let you out for almost ANYTHING

–this mf definitely is the type to hug you from behind when you’re doing literally anything 

–don’t cook in front of him unless you want your mobility to be restricted because he won’t let go of you

–ok im sorry for saying this but hear me out ok, he’s a “where’s my hug at?” guy

–BUT NOT IN THE WEIRD WAY I MUST EMPHASIZE 

–if you come home the first thing he does is playfully ask you “where’s my hug at?” and opens his arm wide

–when you guys are cuddling on the couch he loves to have your legs over his lap and your head on his shoulder

–if you guys are in public however it’s a little harder to get him to cuddle

–the best you’ll get is him wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you close, but he wouldn’t have you on his lap or anything 

–he’s so clingy when he’s drunk

–he comes homes after drinking and the first thing he is doing is latching onto you (keep an eye on him at all times or he might vomit on you. gross.) 

–if you wear his favorite perfume he will purposefully cuddle you A LOT just to smell it

–like you’ll be chilling with him and then literally feel AND hear him sniffing and you’re just like 

–”did you just sniff me?”

–”no?”

–he gaslights you about it cause he get’s embarrassed but you both know the truth

–in summary, he’s clingy as shit and wants to hold you more than anything in the world but also chill out in public otherwise he’ll die 

[zer0wzs]

hihihi!!! i love ur work sm!! would u possibly write something about ryro :-) something fluffy like cuddling or something ^_^ thanks!!

𝙨𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨, 𝙨𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨 ( 𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙪𝙡𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨 )

[ gn!reader ] if an evening with him is what you want, it certainly is what you'll get wc :: 647 ryro x reader

AN :: hii!!!! this is my first ever req here omg!! i hope this ok thank u so much ure so kind ^_^ 🫶 um if there are any typos ill correct em later HAHA im sleepy T-T

Needless to say, you missed him.

Crap, if you had to be honest, you’re almost certain that you spent a significant part of your day just wanting to be with him.

Who could blame you, though?

You’re sure that anyone who has ever had the privilege of knowing, loving him could never be the same ever again. You’re sure you aren’t. He’s changed you—you reckon for the better.

Your whole day was a miserable waiting game. From the moment you set foot outside your bedroom (Ryan was still out like a child.) to the final moments of your trip back home, all you could do was just wish for time to take itself more seriously and pass by faster.

Like a bored high schooler in their math class, you’d been watching, waiting for the seconds to count down.

Needless to say, you were impatient.

Finally, you reached the footsteps of the door. You find yourself haphazardly going through your bag for your keys and making multiple attempts at jamming it in the door. Patience. Patience is something you lacked, clearly.

“Oh, hey, babe. How was your da-”

When you got the key in and opened the door, without thought—almost like instinct, or perhaps just an overwhelming need, your body kicked your shoes at the entrance, locked the door, and dashed to Ryan, who was sprawled out lazily on the couch. Heedless, you stay put, resting on top of him.

“Oof.” He buzzed with his small chuckle that filled rooms up. He immediately pulled you further into his arms, then carded his fingers through the strands of your hair.

“Are you okay?” You feel a sense of worry laced in his words.

You hummed. That was enough for him to know that you were alright. Clearing it up, you mumbled into his shirt a soft, “I just missed you.”

Not missing a beat, he replies, “I missed you too.”

For a few moments, both of your eyes are glued to the TV.

You find this whole moment you’re sharing at least a little funny because, parallel to the two of you, Ryan was watching Goodfellas. In fact, what was playing as you two were cuddled up was the spider scene.

More than distracted, though, you looked around the living room and saw Elwood and Dottie snuggled up against each other in a similar fashion to you two.

While out of concern, you already knew the answer to your question and yet asked, “Has Dottie eaten yet?”

“Mhm.” He answered, nodding.

Maybe you just wanted some attention. No, you knew you did. “What about Elwood?”

“Yes, dear.” He laughed, bringing a hand up your cheek and squeezing it. Seems like he knows it very well himself, too. “Have you eaten anything yet?”

“Mmmmmmm.” You buzzed, smiling at him—be it a mix of both giddiness and guiltiness.

“Ahh,” he clicked his tongue. “I haven’t either. Come on, I’ll make us something.”

As you felt him bring the both of you up, you made a quick effort to stay put on the sofa. “No.” you pouted.

“Hmm?” He replied, turning his head to the side in slight confusion.

“I wanna stay like this first.” You said, wrapping your arms around his waist as tight as you could as you buried your face in the crook of his neck.

It’s not that it felt like he’d disappear if you let him go. Like, he would—only to make you guys some food. It’s just that you’re just really fucking clingy, and you wanted his touch and full attention all to yourself right now.

But what’s the harm in that when he assures—more like enables—you?

“Alright.” You feel his smile radiate above you, brushing his knuckles with a feather-light touch against your cheekbone.

Yeah, you both know you’re both all to each other right now. What’s the matter with a little bit of indulgence?

[rubbish78]

We must reinvent love Reinvent love Reinvent love

[cr33p-a-z01d]

ryan ross x reader <3

ryan ross x gn!reader!! ☆ ryan gets tired after a show and you and him cuddle about it <3 (fever era)

an: hi!! this is my first fic on here so sorry if it sucks :,) constructive critiscm is always welcome. reblogs are always appreciated <3 hope you like it! x3 warnings: none!

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you lay on the backstage dressing room fold-out couch as you hear the music out on stage die down. As the guitars die down and the cheering gets quieter you hear footsteps sdown the hallway and jolt up. The door opens with a click and your boyfriend, Ryan, walks in looking sweaty and tired.

"Hey baby," you say, as you stand up and walk over to Ryan, hugging him softly and kissing him a kiss on the check, "how was the show?" Ryan smiles softly and sits down in the chair next to the vanity before saying anything.

"Yeah, it was okay," He says with a yawn, stretching his arms over his head before grabbing a makeup rag and rubbing his eyeliner off. "I'm just tired, you know how I get after these things." The makeup remover revealed that Ryan had very dark eyebags from not sleeping well the past few nights. The shows always went super late into the night and the band usually had something to do early in the morning so it was no wonder he wasn't sleeping well, but it had always made you feel bad considering how hard he worked and how tired he was all the time.

"Come lay down." You say as you lean against the vanity. Ryan gives a questioning look before you continue talking, "Yeah, I'll turn the lights off and we can just lay down a sleep for a bit, you obviously need it" You say with a light chuckle. Ryan murmurs a word of agreement before pushing the chair out and walking over to the fold out couch and laying down.

You walk over to the light switch and flip the lights off, engulfing the room in darkness except for the small light bulbs around the mirror of the dresser.

You make your way over to the couch and lay down next to your boyfriend and wrap your arms around his small waist. You tuck your head into the crook of his neck and kiss him, "You did really good tonight." You say while smiling.

Ryan laughs quietly before talking Ina very quiet voice, "Be quiet, you said I could sleep" He says with a small chuckle. You couldn't see it but you could tell his face was getting red from the compliment.

"Yeah, whatever" You say before planting a small kiss into the back of his hair, you pull Ryan in closer to you and you both end up falling asleep together before doing the same thing over again tomorrow.

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hii!! hope you enjoyed :D this is my first fic on here so I hope it doesn't suck a lot LOL. this wasn't proofread or anything so there's probably some mistakes but just shhhh. anyways I hope u liked it :3 if you're one of my mutuals pls tell me if this sucks or not LMAO

[kerosene-saint]

imagine: Your boyfriend, Ryan, sits down at the piano. You wonder what he is going to play and you hear him say, "I have a special gift for you." He smiles softly and moves his hands to keys. in a moment of abject horror your hear the G note. HE'S FUCKING PLAYING WELCOME TO BLACK PARADE THAT EMO MOTHER FUC-

[saturnplaza]

𝐌𝐲 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞 // 𝓐 𝓡𝔂𝓪𝓷 𝓡𝓸𝓼𝓼 𝓧 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓞𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓽

I've finnally finished and posted the Ryan fic I've been working on! I really like this one and I enjoyed writing it, hopefully all who read enjoy it aswell.

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This is set in 2009, in a universe where Panic! At The Disco never existed.

It also follows a first-person perspective.

I also did a diary entry thing, hopefully, that part is easy to follow, I captioned them with a date so hopefully that helps differentiate them from regular text.

!!WARNINGS!!

In this fic, there is a lot of talk on mental health. Specifically the reader//Main character's health. What they are diagnosed with is not specified.

They do spiral slowly throughout the story and go through a lot most of which is due to their self-sabotaging behaviors.

What the Reader//Main character is going through in the beginning is based on personal experience (but a little dramatized for effect.)

I apologize if the part when they get help is off, I don't have experience with it so it's a little harder for me to go off of normally I wouldn't apologize for such a thing but since it's a heavy topic I feel like I should.

CW: Alcohol, Self Deprivation, Cheating.

To all those who dislike Brendon Urie, he is in this fic, playing the role of best friend, so I apologize if you don't like him. Hopefully, that doesn't stop you from reading it or ruin it for you.

Also sadly no Spencer cause I couldn't find where to work him into the plot.

Word Count: 7,060

With all that being said, I present to you:

Kudos and Comments are greatly appreciated <33

[father-of-all-motherfuckers]

day one of drawing random bandom ships kissing in my notebook during class until someones notices !

today i spun a wheel with all the ships i could draw of and it landed on...

wentzross (pete wentz x ryan ross ) !

now i dont wanna have to spin this wheel everyday during class so,

choose what i should draw next!

(i'll release both todays and tmrws tommorow! !!)

[barringtonishigh]

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Pete Wentz:

Aftershow Snuggles (M!Reader)

Scene!reader Headcanons

Sharing (GN!Reader)

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Patrick Stump:

Insomnia (GN!Reader)

Headcanons (GN!Reader)

Surprise, Surprise (F!Reader)

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Joe Trohman:

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Andy Hurley:

Late Night Walk (M!Reader)

Headcanons (GN!Reader)

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William Beckett:

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Adam Siska:

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Mike Carden:

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The Butcher:

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Michael Guy Chislett:

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Ryan Ross:

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Jon Walker:

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Dallon Weekes:

Starry Skies (GN!Reader)

Streamers (GN!Reader)

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Gerard Way:

Infodumping (M!Reader)

Baby. You're A Haunted Movie Theater (M!Reader)

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Mikey Way:

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Frank Iero:

Buzzed (GN!Reader) (TW// cancer)

Snuggles & Sniffles (F!Reader)

You're Safe (F!Reader)

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Ray Toro:

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