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satorusdiary · 11 months

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eyes on me - satoru gojo x reader

WARNINGS: smut, breeding, size difference, nsfw, possessive sex type shit, unprotected fucking, multiple orgasms, praise/ degration, gojo calls reader a whore ( but he dont mean that yk he loves you, ) tummy bulge, hair pulling, squirting, marking/claiming, pet names (sweetheart, baby, pretty baby, etc,) spitting, drooling, anal play, lmk if i forgot anything else.

REQUEST: jealous! gojo, reader purposley flirting with a guy at a party so satoru would angry fuck you in his car. (i like this req thank you anonymous <3)

AUTHORS NOTE: not proofread, don’t mind any mistakes or errors please

“ya know better then t’ flirt with other guys in-front of me, hm baby?” satoru groans, pushing down your head farther down onto his cock.

“—mmph!” your muffled cries force satoru to look down at you, his blue orbs looking back at your teary eyes.

he chuckles, pushing your head down more. you deserved this, after everything that has happened during the party, the least you could do is please him and apologize.

“right, ya can’t reply with my cock down your throat. you think his cock could ever reach this deep inside ya throat?” he smirks, watching as you struggle to take all of him. yet your tongue continues to swirl against his large dick.

as you continue to struggle, his cock twitches in your mouth. he’s close, almost ready to dump everything inside your throat. your hands give up on trying to get up from his cock, and instead you grip the base of his cock, squeezing all you can to make his release faster.

“o-ohh fuck..” his hips jut up, making you gag. his nodded eyes look down at you, pushing your head down more aggressively as a warm, salty, liquid enters your throat, immediately making you swallow.

“s-shit! take it all, ‘fuckin whore.” satoru grunts. your pussy continues to leak out the more he empties himself inside your mouth, all of this was cruel. yet it fed onto your arousal.

he pulls out of your mouth, watching as you breathe in and out almost too quickly. as if you weren’t able to breathe for hours.

satoru groans, cupping your chin and forcing you to look at him with your mouth opened. he pumps his cock, slapping it against your tongue making you moan out loud. at this point you didn’t care if anyone was able to hear, you just wanted to get fucked.

“ride me baby, imma make you all the work since you ‘wanna be a slut.” he grins, hands going down to your waist to help you get on top of him. you whine, legs almost giving out as you tried getting on top of him by yourself.

you’re sore and sticky. legs dripping with cum, and your own juices. and your whole body messy with sweat and satoru’s cum. the last hour was just rough tucking, and you never had your own release.

“y-you’re so mean! i wasn’t even flirting, jus wanted you to pay attention to me.” you huffed, wincing as your forcefully getting sunken down onto his cock again.

satoru cups your cheek, lovingly rubbing it before softly slapping it. “now that’s a lie, don’t lie to me baby. unless you want a bigger punishment.” he starts off, his thumb teasing the entrance of your asshole.

“i’m being nice, don’t be so bratty now sweetheart.” his jaw clenches, using his other large hand to guide you on his cock. bouncing you up and down, knowing you were already at your limits.

your stomach erupts into hot flames, his cock continually stretching you out, probing at your womb, and hitting at places you didn’t even know his cock was able to reach.

maybe that’s what you get for getting with an attractive man, with a huge cock. you were not complaining though, besides now.

satoru caresses your thighs, leaning in to suck into the skin of your neck. his thumb sinks into your asshole as you’re bouncing on his lap, you let out a loud cry at the sudden penetration.

“n-no! ‘ts too much, ‘m sorry!” you beg, having both of your holes stuffed was something that would always drive your head crazy.

he pulls away from your neck, his hands now forcing your hips to bounce on his cock 2 times faster than before. your head pulls back from the bliss, and overstimulation. you still haven’t came yet.

“stop fucking complaining. if you wanna cum, then be a good girl and take this dick.” he grunts into your ear, aswell as biting it.

fat tears were falling down your puffy cheeks. satoru took in the sight in-front of him, his cock leaving a print inside of you, along with a bulge that boosted his ego. then he looked at your face, it was full of tears, sweat, and semen from previous blowjobs that you had given satoru.

you let out choked sobs and gasps as his cock continues to sink in deeper inside of you. and it wasn’t even because of you bouncing on top of him, it was because of him.

“jesus, look how deep i am inside you, pretty baby.” he murmurs, cupping your chin with his free hand so you could look down at your stomach. your eyes widen as you watch the bulge in your stomach move up and down.

“y-you’re so deep! ‘s too much for me.” you complained, looking away at the sight to sink your head into the croak of his neck. satoru feels tears leaking onto his shoulder.

your legs continues to shake, despite the lack of effort you were able to put into riding him. you were tired. the bubble forming inside your stomach begging to be released, you needed to cum.

“t-toruu lemme cum, please!” you continued to beg, your arms wrapping around his neck once more. leaving tiny kisses on his jaw line. your voice hoarse, dry with tears streaming down your cheeks.

he hums in response, almost moaning completely by how much your cunt is sucking him in. satoru’s cock drunk, there is nothing else better than your pussy. and he is sure of it.

and of course he isn’t going to share, not with anyone else.

“say you’re sorry, and that this pussy is mine. maybe i’ll consider letting you cum.” he groans, thrusting into you more deeper than before, making you gasp out surprised.

“i-i’m so sorry, for flirting with him! ‘m all yours, please, please.. lemme cum.” you begged once more, hands gripping at his wrists.

his thrust begin to be sloppy, aswell as his abdomen tightening up. signaling you that he was going to release inside of you.

“fuck! hurry and cum w’ me.” he starts off, pulling you into a heated kiss. his tongue intertwined with yours, rolling it around lewdly as he spits inside it.

satoru’s lower half becomes wet with your juices as you continued to squirt, you were now a crying mess. even if you were kissing him, all tongue included. his cock bully’s your cervix, his thick and hot cum spilling inside of you.

your mind goes fuzzy, and blurry. the feeling of your womb getting filled up once again makes your legs shake, going numb.

when you both pull away, satoru’s face is flushed red. he kisses your wet and puffy cheeks, making you look back up at him. you still looked beautiful even after crying, and him fucking the life out of you.

“you’re mine, pretty baby.” he starts off, pulling out of you. a mixture of yours and his cum dribbles out of your sore, abused, and puffy clit.

“i see you flirting with another man, you get it worser. do you understand?” his tone gets dark, looking deeply into your eyes.

though he has been harsh to you, you smiled and nod your head. your hands grip against anything around you as he pushes himself back inside of you to keep all the cum inside of you.

“yes toru, ‘m so sorry. i love you.” for the first time in awhile, he gives you a genuine smile. his lips meet your jaw, giving it many small, but meaningful kisses.

“i love you more, sweets. you learned your lesson?” he questions, one of his hands caressing your jaw. you nod your head, a smile still on your beautiful features.

what shocked you was when he began rocking you back and forth, you winced at the feeling. your whole lower body begin tightening up, still sensitive.

“w-wait toru—“ he cut you off, shushing you sweetly. his hips slowly thrusting against yours.

“last one baby, promise. needa make sure you actually learn your lesson.” he smirks, noticing how your breathing gets heavier. yet your hold against him gets tighter, as if he was going to leave.

“be a good girl for me and take this dick. if i see my cum leaking out of you, i’ll fuck you harder then before.”

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colourstreakgryffin · 3 months

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Hello, sorry from before. I am the illusionist person.

I guess Alastor, Velvett, and Emily (but only if you do her).

I apologize about before.

No problem! I just do not like the idea of taking away credit from others’ choices and picking out the characters for others’ subjects. It just doesn’t feel right. I am sorry for being so… well, I guess, annoying and picky! To be honest, not a lot can be done here so sorry, it’s going to be kinda short! Also, this is my first time handling Emily!

Alastor

Alastor almost thought you were an ordinary sinner. A lady not unbelievably special but special in your own ways. But he is mistaken when he begins seeing your illusions and asks you about it. He is so surprised, jaw-dropped, amazed… that’s incredible!

Alastor is actually really supportive towards your illusion power and eggs you on to use it more than you normally do. Use it to get what you want, use it to mislead, use it to defend yourself. He will be right there to cheer you on

Alastor finds it fascinating when you begin to use your illusions on him. Changing his clothing to 1800s, making his ears disappear, all for shits and giggles but it’s just eye tricks. Everything is still there and hasn’t done anything to you, it’s just so realistic, that it’s incredible. He is impressed and has to remind himself that everything you suddenly ‘make’ is not real at all

It can be considered minor but to your boyfriend, your illusionary power. The most powerful, hyper realistic delusions that even shatter like glass when being hit. Enables Alastor’s pride and he is happily brags about how powerful you can be. He mentioned you a ton during his broadcasts and now, he mentions you as a whole even more. He’s just so proud of you

“My dear. Your mind is quite wild and livid. I can’t help but wonder what else you can do. May I ask, how does this power work? It’s so unique and I’d love to get to know it even more, may we speak over a nice date on my room’s balcony over some tea and cookies?”

Velvette

Velvette actually would much more prefer if her harmless little sinner girlfriend was just a normal demon. Didn’t have any powers that made her override the Overlord of the pair… but boy, she is so wrong and she ends up being jumpscared by your illusion-inducing power, directly falling for it and afterwards, she can’t help but directly fall for you even more

Whilst it’s true that Velvette enjoys being the unique one of this couple, she finds herself not at all salty or jealous of your power. In-fact, she wants to see it more in action and she even asks if she can post videos or pictures of your abilities to show you off, as a way to also demonstrate to the web that you belong to her, and this power belongs to her as well

Velvette is uncontrollably disturbed and annoyed by just how hyper realistic and convincing your mind images are. They are fully seeable to everybody, it’s not just you two but she feels like it’s tricking her individually. Whilst she gets irritated with them sometimes, she has grown to support you as a whole. She does like, however, when you use your mind and dress her in 1800s era clothing. Yeah, the dresses are ugly and old but the effort behind them is adorable so she allows it

As stated before, Velvette takes pictures, videos and stills of your illusionary magic and posts them online. She doesn’t just use this as claiming you as hers, she also uses it to brag about you. You went from just beautiful to beautiful and powerful, and that’s all hers. She has your heart and she wants everybody to know you can render them useless with your illusions. She brags to even the Vees

“Yo. Bae, can you please do me a fav with your luse-power? I want to make a really good fashion runway picture for my social media accounts and this one is shit. Could you please make some accessorises for me… pleeeaase~? I promise I’ll buy ya a present~!”

Emily

Emily is a Seraphim. A powerful, higher-up ranked Angel species of the Heaven Hierarchy, so it’s quite surprising when she is as surprised to seeing the precious ordinary Angel lovely woman she calls hers form a illusion creation of her friend, Charlie Morningstar, trying to cheer her up after a bad day. She is so amazed and so proud, eyes sparkling with awe

Emily is the most supportive and encouraging being ever and she wants to rise you up, even more up above Heaven’s majestic cool clouds. She wants you to feel invincible and she wants to you feel proud of yourself so she’ll, much like a child, ask you to use more of your illusions, explore your power and get more confident with it and everytime she watches it, her mind basically explodes

Emily happily and excitedly spins out when you use your illusionary power on her to change her looks; gorgeous hair, gorgeous dress and even her wings. She feels so different yet so blessed at the same time, even if the new look is just a magical sheet covering her body. She also finds it interesting and funny that you dressed her in human 1800s era style, she wants you two to match so she basically begs you to use your magic on you too

Emily legit goes out of her way and with help from Sera, finds and brings back needed magical training items and spell books to try help you hone your already hyper-convincing Mirakinesis and your skills with that power, so you can expand your percentage and even maybe make it even more powerful, with her right besides you as your biggest cheerleader

“Sunflower! Can you make yourself invisible yet? Did the books and items help you at all? I hope they did! I also hope that you know that I am so proud of you and I love you so much! Please never keep something like this from me ever again! You’re incredible, with and without it”

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spicyclover · 5 months

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Boobs in Boobland

Summary: Jealous Lance is something else

Hope you’ll enjoy it. Let me know in the comments section!

Thank you! :)

Lots of love, xxx Spicy Clover

The holidays suit you well. You are relaxed, you are rested, and above all, you are satisfied. Oh yes, you are satisfied. After complicated weeks, the summer holidays have finally arrived. You can’t be happier. That’s why you didn’t tell Lance you were going under the French sun for the next week. You two, on a beach, near the sea, away from the city's noise, pollution and gossip. Tranquillity is all you’ve asked for this year.

You’re sunbathing on the beach and sipping a cocktail on your second day. The orange colour reminds you of the burning sun of last night, the sweat on your skin, the salty water on your lips and the lust of Lance between your legs. Since you arrived on the sunny coast, you don’t stop. It doesn’t matter when and where, as long as the urge is there. There is letting go of what you like from Lance, which gives you uncontrollable desires.

You feel the sun caressing your skin, your hat on your head to protect your face, and you listen to the sound of the waves that will come. You hear the pages of Lance’s book turn one after the other in a steady rhythm. That’s what you love about a vacation. That need to do nothing, on a beach sipping cocktails all day. You inhale deeply before you get on your stomach. You close your eyes and feel the sleep wave carry you out to sea.

Lance gradually loses his attention from his book. He does not like to be inactive for too long. He does not want to do anything for hours; it is already the second day. He leaves his book and observes the ocean in the distance. He doesn’t want to swim. He doesn’t want to read. He doesn’t want to do anything. He sighs as he looks at you. Your breathing is slow, and you’re gone. He finds it useless to wake you up after all. You’re the one who wanted his vacation. He watches families playing with their children. He watches young people playing volleyball. He watches the waves collapse on the sandbar. Boring.

To forget his boredom, he heads to the bar. The bartender quickly takes his order and looks around him distractedly. A strange feeling of someone watching him overwhelm him. He turns around and meets the look of a young woman. She is beautiful. Brown hair, hypnotic eyes and a smile to make any loyal man yield. Lance smiles timidly before turning his eyes away. A few seconds pass before he feels a hand on his shoulder. He jumps and curls at this contact, which is not his. He quickly turns around to meet the eyes of the young woman who has just crossed his gaze.

"Lena," she says with a cheerful smile. Lance clears his throat before responding. She knows that Lance is uncomfortable, and it makes her giggle. She presses her hand on his shoulder again as she approaches him. "We could. You know. Go somewhere else."

Lance’s eyes widen at this proposition, and he looks around him, hoping to find help. The woman passes her hand lazily over his arm, and he blushes intensely. "She's attractive and yet totally terrifying." He thinks. He begets before politely refusing the tempting proposal. Lance swings her hand back toward the bar. He turns around, hoping she will go away and get the message. He grabs his phone quickly. She doesn't waste her time and goes away, probably searching for her next target. He grabs his phone quickly.

To love : You’re never going to deviate from what just happened! Lancelove: What?!? To love : Some girl just hit on me.

You look up at the bar, where you can see a glimpse of Lance at the bar next to a gorgeous mannequin.

Lancelove: Oh cool! Is she pretty? To love : Well, yeah! Pretty creepy. Lancelove: HAHAHA! Good for you. To love : Not jealous? Lancelove: Should I be? To love : No. Lancelove: Then no. I love you, and I know you love me. Why would I be scared of a random girl? To love : Don’t know… Lancelove: Love haha! Stop worrying. You did nothing wrong. But if she attempts something else, she will feel my fist. To love : Hahah! Coming soon. Lancelove: Good! Take your time. I’m talking to Chad.

It is low of you, but you can help it.

To love : Who’s Chad? Lancelove: A surfer. He’s nice!

You smile at your text, knowing Lance too well. He can’t help but be jealous of other men. It’s not your first rodeo with this. You never mind Lance being hit on by girls because you know he is coming back home to you at the end of the day.

To love :

Lance’s heart missed a beat. How dare this « surfer » to talk to you? Everyone knows you’re his girlfriend. He pays the bartender before heading quickly to the loungers where you are. He hurries by your side, and you laugh when you see his eyes looking for this famous Chad. You take your glass from Lance’s hands.

"Not funny,"

"Oh yes! You should see yourself." You giggle, sipping the drink.

Lance’s gaze comes down to your chest, which is exposed to the open. He likes your breasts. He can spend all day and all night cuddling them, but it’s his. No one has the right to see that part of you reserved for him. He didn’t spend months chasing you so you could show up on the beach, let alone on social media.

"What are you doing? Put your top back on!" He says, taking his towel to cover you.

You raise your eyes to the sky by grabbing the towel with your hand to stop him. You rest your glass on the small bedside table between you and turn to him again.

"Lance, look around. There's nothing but boobs for as far as the eye can see—boobs in Boobland. Nobody cares about mine."

"They will when they're on the cover of some sleazy tabloid." He growls in his beard. He gets up and picks up your things quickly. You look at him in shock. You certainly don’t understand this change in attitude. Yes, you know he’s jealous, but at this point? "All right. We're going back to the room." You don't argue more and put your shirt on.

He reaches out, and you catch his hand. You walk quickly to the hotel room. He does not exchange words the whole way back and even in the elevator. His hand grabs yours tightly. A feeling of apprehension invades you, and you do not know what to expect. The floors go up, and you can’t help but get a thousand scenarios in your head.

The doors open, and you walk quickly to your room. He lets go of your hand and locks himself in the bathroom, leaving you unpunished. Well, this is confusing. All this jealousy thing for nothing? Not even sex. He's just upset. This is a real bummer. You are about to turn your heels when the bathroom door opens again, and Lance looks at you. His eyes are black with desire. It’s hard to swallow when you look at what’s in his hands.

Handcuffs.

It has been a while since you've used those. You’re not a fan of this masochism. You don’t like to be held against your sandstone. You want to touch, smell, taste and see. You tried a few times with Lance to please him, but you failed to feel the pleasure he brought you each time.

"On the bed." His voice is dark. You swallow again, but you do as you're been told.

You sit at the edge of the bed, waiting for him. Lance is not satisfied with what you’re doing, so he grabs you firmly by the thigh and lifts you up before letting go in the middle of the bed. He's above you, handcuffs holding your first grip to attach them to the bars of the bed. He squeezes a little stiff, and you whimper in pain. He intimidates you to shut up.

"You've been a naughty girl." He says, rapping your shirt off. You breathe deeply. Your chest is no longer covered. You feel the breeze of the wind entering the room, making you curl. Or is it Lance’s greedy look that makes you think that? "You don't want to be a naughty girl, don't you?"

You look at him. You wait for the rest. The excitement goes up a notch. He plays a game. He knows how to make you want, how to make you come without even touching you. He knows your weak points.

"Answer me."

"No, Lance."

"No, who?"

"No, master."

From that moment on, everything becomes an intense blur. All you remember is how many times you moaned unnamed. The number of marks he left on your body, grabbing, sucking, getting hard. The overstimulation feeling you can't deny. He's the real deal.

You didn’t even take the time to go down to eat. A simple pizza did the trick. He fed, pampered, and loved you with all his being. He showed you that you belong to him and that he belongs to you. It was around the stroke of midnight that the handcuffs left your sore wrists, and you were finally able to touch him.

You spent the rest of your night loving him. In the early morning, exhausted by the scorching night, you stayed in bed. It is he who finally dragged your bodies to the bathtub to take a relaxing bath.

"I'm sorry." He whispers in your ear.

You giggle a bit, sore from the previous night. You use your strength to turn to face him and grab his head.

"I must admit. It is the first time the handcuff made me come."

#lance stroll #lance stroll x reader #lance stroll x you #lance stroll smut #f1 #f1 x reader #f1 smut

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urfavlarry · 6 days

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This isn’t a request but like I had a thought and just wanted to share it because yes- imagine being like Tyler’s s/o and going over to his house. He thinks you’re here to spend time with him but nope, you’re here for Taylor and proceed to spend time with her. And like him unintentionally getting jealous of his sister because he wants attention (and hugs but he won’t admit that) but is being ignored for his twin sister- like he’s happy you get along so well but he wants attention! He exists you know! And like you and Taylor can clearly see he’s jealous but do nothing just to mess with him. Which makes him all salty and have a grumpy look on his face. And when you finally do give him attention, he may “unintentionally” be hugging you tight enough you can’t move away when Taylor asks if you want to do smt with her. Idk was just a thought I randomly had lmao-

Replaced!?

Tyler Hernández x gn!reader

warnings: swearing

A/N: I know this wasn’t a request, but I loved the idea so I just HAD to write it!

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It’s been 3 fucking hours. 3 HOURS!!!! Tyler was laying on his bed in his room, looking at the wall, bored out of his mind. He thought after seeing your beautiful smile when he opened the front door that he would spend the day with you, cuddling or just doing ANYTHING! But instead you went to do fun activities with his twin in stead. He glared through the gap between his door, watching you and Taylor laugh at something Taylor said. He was fuming. He was the one that should be making you laugh. He should be the one that you should be spending time with. He loved you and his sister, but he just couldn’t help the jealousy that was slowly kicking in. He was happy to see you both having a good time, but 3 hours without giving your boyfriend attention is too long! He wanted your hugs, your gentle kisses. Anything to hear your sweet voice, your laughter. He couldn’t help the thought of just bursting into his sister’s room and carrying you away from her and caging you in his arms.

Meanwhile you and Taylor, unbeknownst to Tyler, you were laughing at him. Of course you noticed his cold stare, who wouldn’t have since his narrowed eyes were practically burning holes into your back. He looked like an angry kid who wanted to play with his friend at the playground but his mother didn’t let him so he was forced to just watch. You felt bad, but messing with him once in a while couldn’t hurt, so you decided to ignore his killer stare. If looks could kill, you and Taylor would be currently getting buried 6 feet under the ground.

Taylor decided to go get you both some more snacks, asking if you wanted to come with to the convenience store just at the end of the neighbourhood, but you decided to stay. You laid there in her bed, checking your phone when you suddenly feel a weight on your chest. You knew it was Tyler, who else would it be. Dark brown curls tickled your neck as he buried his face into your chest, mumbling incoherent things, probably complaining about the lack of attention he got the whole day. You decide to give in and give him some attention, making the boy smile against your neck, which didn’t go unnoticed by you. He slid his arms under you so he was basically clinging to you, whining for more. You wouldn’t catch him dead whining if anyone was in the room other than you, making you giggle at the thought of him being all embarrassed if Taylor just randomly showed up right now. You rub his back, his whole body relaxing and his arms visibly getting goosebumps from just your touch.

As if on cue, Taylor shows up and stops dead in her tracks after seeing the scene in front of her. She stifles a laugh and walks over to her bed, sitting down next to you. She giggles, watching the scene unfold. “So now that I’m here, could we do that thing I showed you earlier? I bought the things needed for it!” She asks and you smile, running your hand through Tylers hair. “Ty, can you let go now? Me and Taylor are still hanging out you know?” You say and he stands up, but just before you could even properly sit up, he lifts you up and carries you to his room. You glare at him, kicking your feet; “Hey!? What was that for?” You say and he lays you down on his bed, shutting his door and locks it behind him as Taylor tried to get in to help you out of this situation. He walks to his bed and lays down on top of you again, nuzzling into your neck. You go to complain but shut your mouth when he looks at you with hooded eyes, eyebrows furrowed, a face that made your knees go weak in just a second.

“She had you all day, it’s my turn to have some quality time with MY s/o!” He says and kisses your whole face then down your neck, making you squeal. “Okay, okay.. Fine.” You say with a smile and cup his cheek, kissing his soft lips. “Being replaced by my own twin is NOT fun.” He says and you giggle, accepting you’re probably spending the night to make up for the little mischief you caused.

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scary-tingz · 7 months

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Slashers + Their Merchandise

A/N: Spirit Halloween is finally back.. and of course I needed to go for my costume and obligatory mug. Here’s the slashers and their thoughts on a reader who collects their merchandise.

Slashers Included: Michael Myers (any), Bubba Sawyer, Freddy Krueger, Jason Voorhees, Ghostface, Chucky

Warnings/Tags: SFW, can be interpreted as romantic or platonic, regular reader and victim reader included

Michael Myers

If there’s one thing every Myers has in common, it’s ego.

Michael has already made up his mind, he’s going to allow you to live and accept you as his own, so whether or not you’re a fan is of no concern to him…

But it does feel nice. To be recognized, praised, admired even.

He can’t help but feel a fondness towards your little hobby of collecting merch of his, even if it is silly stuff like mugs with his face on them. To him, it only cements your loyalty and reaffirms his belief that he’s a great killer. I mean, you have to kill a lot to get your own merchandise and tourist based knickknacks, right?

He may feel a little jealous if you collect merch for other slashers though. Don’t be surprised if you find your Freddy fedora in the trash or something like that.

If he were to pursue you as an unlucky victim only to find out you were a fan, he wouldn’t spare you but he’d try to make your death special in some way. He has his reasons for killing you, but that doesn’t mean he won’t give a fan a proper show…

Bubba Sawyer (and co.)

Bubba likely didn’t even know about their merch at first, and doesn’t really know what to make of it.

They respect it as a cool little hobby of yours, thinks it’s sweet that you’d show interest in the things he does.

Chop Top and Nubs get a real hoot out of it, they probably sell Bubs on the idea of the merch since she values family so much. Anything her brothers are so fond of must be good, right?

Drayton likely isn’t a fan. The fact that the murders are well known enough to become a local story with souvenirs and everything makes him even more paranoid than before, so I doubt he approves.

That doesn’t mean you won’t catch Bubba wearing one of those “I Saw Texas” shirts on laundry day though.

Killing a fan would likely make him very sad though. An outsider who actually likes him is something he never thought possible, so once again Bubs is forced to kill his only connection to a person from the outside world… He’ll try to be merciful.

Freddy Krueger

If you think Michael is full of himself, you haven’t met Freddy. Myers seems humble in comparison.

He will actively complain if you buy merch for other slashers instead of his, if you don’t have a shrine before October is out you’re doing something wrong!

I’m sure somewhere in his own little realm he has a museum dedicated to himself, and he’d gladly let you borrow an old little number of his to wear as a costume.

Will 100% call you basic for buying anything Haddonfield related but the ultimate sin is buying anything Jason or Camp Crystal Lake themed.

He was already salty that you were looking at other slashers, but JASON?! He’ll get you for that one, and your little dog too!

If you’re already a victim and he finds out you’re a fan of his work, it adds an extra layer of sick pleasure to the killing. What better way to snuff out a fan than to kill them himself? You like his murders so much, fine, he’ll murder you.

Jason Voorhees

Confused at first. There’s this mug in his cabinet all of the sudden that looks just like him, when the hell did that happen? Maybe you got a new skill and made it, impressive. Then he sees hockey jerseys with his mask on them, big goofy plastic machetes just like his… Where the hell is all this coming from?

He asks you about it and when you tell him there’s a store that sells things with his likeness he doesn’t know how to feel. Flattered? Insulted? Undeserving?

He’s still not sure, but seeing you enjoy yourself while putting the items to good use makes him happy… So he accepts it.

Jason would likely spare an average fan outside of his camp, especially if you’re younger and see him as an icon for the misunderstood. But if you’re an obsessive fan, willfully encroaching on his territory in search of relics or sightings, he’ll kill you. It crosses a line into disrespectful territory in his eyes, as he’s very sensitive about his past.

Ghostface

You really know how to get on his good side, don’t you?

Every Ghostface is an egotistical megalomaniac, and you being a fan just makes it so, so much worse.

Especially if you guys are living together and/or know each other outside of his life of crime… Bonus points if you’re unaware of that fact, excitedly showing him a piece of merch you paid way too much for while he smiles down at you. How cute.

It motivates him to add a bit more panache to his killings this year, maybe he’ll even write a little message to the fans in the victim’s blood… Though it’s clearly meant for you.

He will definitely collect merch for other slashers with you, he probably already has a sizable collection himself! He harbors no jealousy towards the classic slashers, only admiration. Newer slashers though… He might have a little competition with.

The classics are classic for a reason, you know… They just don’t do it like they used to, only he can truly capture the art of killing!

Chucky/Tiffany

He finds it hilarious but will constantly complain about how it doesn’t capture his likeness well enough, like a Flynn Rider poster situation.

He will definitely bully you about it but will also get upset if you stop collecting because of his teasing, so don’t mind him!

Tiffany loves it though, thinks it’s the cutest thing how much you admire them. I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s been collecting Chucky’s merch for a while now, but it’s hard to keep the collection updated when she’s always moving.

Despite his complaining, you can and will find him drinking his morning coffee out of a mug shaped like his head.

If you find a shirt his size he might wear it if he’s going undercover, just for the sake of irony.

Tiff loves those Good Guy sweaters you find at Spirit Halloween, and those stupid lil knife purses too! She’d wear those things year round if she could.

Chuck would definitely wear a Tiffany costume if he was in a femme body, but aggressively refuses otherwise. He thinks it’s not hot if he’s a dude.

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mins-fins · 1 year

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blue spring — kang taehyun

taehyun is like an angel whose graced the earth with his presence, y/n is so blessed to have a boyfriend like him.

tags :: kang taehyun x m!reader , reader is so whipped , taehyun is so gorgeous wbk , the other txt members are jealous , blue hair taehyun guys i’m going crazy

taehyun has blue hair.

y/n cannot keep his cool. he doesn’t even know how he makes it through the performance. he wasn’t even paying attention to what soobin was saying, he was just staring at taehyun the whole entire time.

he knew it was noticeable, but he didn’t care, he would never stop looking at taehyun, he was just so endearing.

“your staring again, n/n” beomgyu whispers from behind him. his mic was off, so no one would hear him, but y/n clearly did, as he turns to glare at the older.

“i know, that’s the whole point, gyu”.

huening kai laughs a boisterous laugh. “your so salty, hyung, were just telling the truth”.

“and i’m telling the truth too”, y/n rolls his eyes at how the males were pointing out his obvious love for taehyun. it’s not like he was trying to hide it anyway.

he rocks back and forth on his heels, catching sight of taehyun at the edge of the stage. he can’t help but smile at him. taehyun, his lovely boyfriend taehyun, his lovely boyfriend taehyun which he loves very much.

he feels himself get pushed forward by kai, who just whistles and looks away when he gets a glare from the male. y/n pouted, crossing his arms, he turned back the other way and was met face to face with taehyun.

y/n jolts, startles, and he hears taehyun laugh from in front of him. “jesus, you scared me tae”.

“sorry” he says simply, smiling at his boyfriend who was currently recovering from shock. “i’m surprised you didn’t hear me coming, though?”

“i was too busy glaring at kai”.

taehyun hums, intertwining their hands. y/n uses his free hand to feel taehyun’s hair, a small smile coming to his face. “it’s so pretty”.

“really? is it better than pink hair?”

“any color looks good on you to be honest” y/n responds. he caressed taehyun’s cheek, making the older male giggle at the sensation. he loved every single thing about taehyun. his eyes, his smile, his voice, how talented he was, his fangs, every feature he had just made him even more angelic. “my pretty taehyunie”.

taehyun smiles like an idiot, his face burning a bright red. he giggles at the choice of words, his eyes falling down towards the floor. “so would that make you, my y/n?”

“hmm” y/n pretends to think about the question, playing with taehyun’s hair. “i suppose so..” he replies teasingly.

“suppose?”

he tilts his head, getting an even better look at taehyun. “i’m just kidding, of course it does”.

taehyun scoffs. “your such an idiot, y/n”.

“but i’m your idiot”.

taehyun snickers, a soft smile coming to his face. “yes, yes you are”.

whilst the two were in their own world, the other four stared at the scene with much interest. kai was snickering, beomgyu was playfully glaring, and yeonjun and soobin were giggling at the happy couple.

“they’re so cute” soobin coos, feeling like a proud father watching his son just gained a life changing achievement. “ack! no they’re not!”

“your just jealous, hyung” kai replies, and all he receives is a gasp from beomgyu. “am not! i just don’t like those lovey dovey couples”.

“we all know it, gyu, no need to lie” yeonjun says with crossed arms, another smile coming to his face when he looks back at taehyun and y/n.

“ah, such cuties”.

AUTHORS NOTE — taehyun about to steal my bias spot from beomgyu. anyway, TAEHYUN BLUE HAIR OMG WE ALL CHEERED

#kang taehyun #tomorrow x together #txt taehyun #taehyun x reader #mlm #fluff #kpop imagines #txt #txt imagines

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warwickroyals · 2 years

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XLV: FRATERNAL "BONDING"

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: You know how out of character it is for Phillip to hug someone? Poor, Alex, though I can't help but feel bad for him. Also Coraline? Natasha? Damn, it's been so long since those characters were even mentioned! I feel like

PS - Nick has a lot of anger towards Phillip that has been seething since he left. Being abandoned by another paternal figure could not be easy for him.

PSS - I have been sitting on a huge spoiler for this entire arc, and I'm about to let it go next chapter. Get ready for tomorrow . . .

All likes, comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated! Thank you for the support 💜

[NICHOLAS] All I’m saying is that it’s very ironic that you rushed all the way over here just to defend

him. I mean, you two are basically the same person if you really think about—

[ALEX] That’s literally just a lie, you’re just making shit up on top of that—

[NICHOLAS] Fuck. Stop talking when I’m talking, he’s just a forty-year-old brunette version of you.

[ALEX] No, I’m not! I mean, no offence, sir, but that’s literally not true.

[NICHOLAS] Stop saying “literally” like that! No shit, it’s not literally true, it’s a metaphor, genius.

[ALEX] See? You see what I mean? I can’t say anything without him just attacking me!

[PHILLIP] I’m not trying to take anyone’s side, Nicholas.

[NICHOLAS] Oh, really? That’s news to me. You’ve had a lot of things to say to me and comparatively little to him.

[ALEX] He doesn’t need to say anything to me! I already know that I messed up. I’m sorry, what else do you want?

[NICHOLAS] You’re treating this like you flunked math or something. You can’t just “Oh, sorry, my bad” a baby away.

[ALEX] This is all so pointless. Kamryn won’t even talk to me anymore, her dad has her under, like, house arrest.

[NICHOLAS] Her funeral, I guess. Unlike you, Alex, I actually thought she was halfway intelligent.

[PHILLIP] Okay, guys, this is beginning to get unbearable. Both of you need to shut up for—

[ALEX] I can’t believe you. You’re jealous, just admit that—[NICHOLAS] Jealous of what, exactly? Of me, of us. You pretend to be so unbothered but you’re so Goddamn jealous that I have someone I care about. And you have no one.

[PHILLIP] Alex, what did I just say about shutting the fuck up?

[ALEX] Well, somebody needs to tell him. He doesn’t care about Mom or me or anyone but himself. Now he’s salty because he’s all alone. I mean, who else is there? Natasha? The girl would have dove off a cliff just to reach his bed and he somehow still managed to mess that up.

[PHILLIP] Okay, that’s enough. You’re brothers, your father is gone, supporting each other should be your main priority.

[NICHOLAS] Coming from you that statement is a joke. Save me whatever speech you’re about to give about fraternal love. Uncle: where have you been? This is the first time in like six months that we’ve even seen you. You’ve missed two Christmases. Last year you were in a psych ward for over two weeks and Sam only found out about it because one of his friends made a joke about you being at a halfway house. You want to talk about my priorities? What about yours?

[NICHOLAS] You’ve been trying to leave this family from the moment you were born. That’s the issue with you, with both of you. You just do and never think about the consequences. You can always leave if you fuck up too grossly. What about me? I can’t leave, you know, and it’s really funny that you bring up Dad—[ALEX] Man, you need to chill out—He’s not just gone, he’s dead. And unlike you he didn’t even have a choice. He didn’t leave willingly like you.

[PHILLIP] What . . . What exactly do you mean?

You know what I mean. It should have been you. You’re not exactly addicted to life, are you?

You’re a terrible person, Nick. There’s nothing you can say that will provoke me, all you’re doing is proving Alex right. Is that what you want?

[NICHOLAS scoffs]

[PHILLIP] Oh, that it’s funny now? You’re proud of that? You’re a manipulator, you’re cruel, and you take people for granted. You act this way and then wonder why you keep finding yourself alone. Yes, I’ve done the same, terrible things and you can resent me for that, but you’re supposed to be better. Okay? Act better. Do better.

[NICHOLAS] Whatever. I’m out of here. This is pointless.

[ALEX] Maybe he has a point. I mean, he’s wrong, but he’s right at the same time. I know I’ve messed up, I— I feel stuck. I don’t know what to do with myself and . . . it’s been like that for a very long time. And now it’s so much worse.

[ALEX] After Dad died, Nick told me that he would still choose to have our dad for the same amount of time over, like, another dad who would live forever. Because our dad was easily the best dad in the world. Back then I thought I agreed with him, but now I’m not sure. I—I—I can’t do this. Grandfather wants to send me to Scarborough and I really, really don’t know how to tell him no. I’ll be disappointing him all over again. I want to be there, I want to be a good dad, but if I get enlisted, I won’t be able to. Sorry, I’m kind of a mess right now.

[PHILLIP] Alex, you don’t have to apologize for anything, alright? I’ll talk to him, I’ll get him to change his mind.

[TEXT] Thanks for reaching out. Sorry for avoiding you, I didn’t know how to face you even after all this time. Now that we’ve graduated I think it’s best we go our separate ways. I wish things were different but they never will be. I’m sorry Nick, but I only want what’s best for us

[PHILLIP] It’s okay, you’ll be fine. And Nick does not have a point. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about.

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rain on me || jjk + kth

⁝ a/n: this is my submission for Bangtan Inn’s XOXO Valentine’s Day Event. this is also a repost from my old blog that I’ve edited and changed up a bit to fit the theme. special thanks to my partner in all things bangtan @kithtaehyung for looking over this for me on such a short notice.💕 this is nothing but filth lmao. i’m so sorry lol😂

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It isn’t uncommon for Jungkook and Taehyung to be waiting for you when you finish your shift. They’ve been walking you to your car every Saturday for two out of the three years you’ve been working here. Neither of the two have ever made you feel uncomfortable, and you know they only want to ensure your safety—they did say that you were their favorite. You don’t blame them for wanting to protect what they spend thousands of dollars on every week.

However, tonight you can’t help but feel like something’s…off. They don’t look too happy to see you, and you can’t think of any reason for them to be so upset.

“Hey boys, what’s wrong? Case of blue balls?...I thought you’d be used to seeing pussy by now.” you quip, earning a scoff from Taehyung. “Seriously, what’s up with you two?”

“You think it’s funny to ignore us all night then come out here and make jokes about it? It’s Valentine’s Day, Y/N.”

Jungkook is the first to speak; you can see the steam radiating off his body. He’s livid—fuming. “Cute,” you think to yourself.

“We waited all night for you to come and see us, but you chose to entertain those group of hyenas who were too wasted to even realize they had a fucking goddess in front of them.” Taehyung chimes in, not even looking at you. “Bet you didn’t even make enough to pay your bills tonight.”

You shake your head at their saltiness. These are two of the hottest entrepreneurs in the city, and the richest. Dancers nearly break their necks trying to get their attention—if they could only see them now, in front of you pouting like children.

“Aww, I’m sorry baby. I really wanted to come over, but my boss told me I had to entertain that party; it was some rich kid’s bachelor party.” You smirk, thinking about his last comments. “And why do you care how much I made? Are you afraid someone has a bigger dick—”

You stifle a laugh.

“I mean a bigger stack than yours?”

You watch the men in front of you go from mad to furious, straightening up and narrowing their eyes at you. They look about ready to explode, and you really don’t want to end tonight on a bad note.

You had a rough evening; Taehyung was right about those snobs, they barely put out. You just want to unwind and get rid of the stress today has brought you. But, looking at the men before you, an idea pops up in your head that may take care of just that.

“You know what?...” You step closer to them, making them raise an eyebrow. “…Maybe there’s a way I can make it up to you?”

They both perk up at those words, the sultry tone in your voice making your intentions obvious. You take their silence as your opportunity to continue and tell them what you have in mind.

“Why don’t you get us a hotel room, and we’ll have some fun, yeah? Release some…pressure?” you suggest, throwing Jungkook a wink.

He gulps before looking back at Taehyung for a moment, the pair having a silent conservation with each other. When they’ve come to a decision, Jungkook turns to you, a smug look on his handsome face.

“You sure you’ll be able to hang with us, baby?” he asks, reaching up to twirl your hair between his fingers. “It might get rough; we’ve wanted you for a long time.”

You roll your eyes, digging your keys out of your purse. “I need to be fucked, not pampered. Come on; I’ll follow in my car.”

Taehyung gives you more back talk as you walk away, receiving a middle finger in return. “I can’t wait to see how much talking you’ll be doing when we’re alone, baby.”

You don’t even look back as you climb into your Range Rover that you bought with all the money they’ve spent on you.

“Hopefully, you boys aren’t all bark with no bite,” you whisper to yourself, driving out of the parking lot.

About thirty minutes later and you’re lying in some lavish suite, legs spread wide while Taehyung eats you out like a man starved. They really don’t spare a dime when it comes to you, and who are you to stop them? Jungkook busies himself with your breasts, toying with your sensitive nipples while you mewl in pleasure.

Your body arches as your orgasm approaches, and Jungkook is quick to call you out.

“Taehyung is making you feel really good, isn’t he?”

His lips graze your ear when he whispers against your skin, making your fine hair raise and tingle. You nod, but Jungkook doesn’t seem to accept that type of response.

“Then tell him, whore.” He grabs your hair and lifts your head, forcing you to watch his handsome friend’s tongue swiftly flicks over your throbbing clit. “Tell Taehyung how good his tongue feels on your cunt.”

“Fuck! It feels so good, baby. I’m so close. Please don’t stop!” you cry with gritted teeth, circling your hips in a desperate attempt to chase your high.

Taehyung stalls his movements and confuses you for just a moment. But then he flattens his tongue and presses it firmly against your heat while you continue to rock against him.

“Keep going, love. You got this, grind that pretty pussy on his face. He loves that shit,” Jungkook encourages, reaching forward to give your nipples more attention by rolling the buds between his fingers. “Make a mess for us.”

Everything becomes blurry rather quickly after that. Your hands grip the sheets beneath you as your body works in overdrive to reach your release. Jungkook continues to praise you for all your efforts, and Taehyung, with three fingers buried deep inside of you, curls them and touches the spot that makes you unravel.

“Fuck, Taehyung…Right there!...Oh Fuck, I’m gonna– I’m coming!”

Your body stiffens as you squirt all over the California King. Taehyung holds you in place, licking you up all your juices until his thirst is quenched.

He slurps your clit into his mouth, making your eyes roll back as oversensitivity takes over you. Jungkook squeezes your hand and whispers sweet words of praise in your ear while Taehyung draws another orgasm out of you. Your body hasn’t even recovered from the last, so all you can do is lie there and accept your fate.

When he finally shows mercy, your body falls to the bed, limp and exhausted from everything it’s endured only seconds prior. You stay there for a few minutes, catching your breath while Taehyung massages your thighs.

“Do you have any idea how good your pussy tastes? I couldn’t get enough,” Taehyung whispers, leaning down to lick up some more of your arousal, but your whining ruins his plan. “Sorry.”

He apologizes and backs away so you can gain control of your body. However, as soon as the sensitivity fades away, your body begins to crave more.

The boys are quiet, only the sounds of them removing their clothes can be heard, and excitement fills you once you realize you have the opportunity to ogle at them now. And when your eyes open, you’re met with a very naked Jungkook.

The position you’re in makes him appear upside down, so you turn to see him properly. His ombre hair falls over his dark eyes, his broad shoulders and giant ink-covered bicep, the horseshoe-shaped piercings decorating his perked nipples—it’s a beautiful sight to see. But the real treat lies inches beneath the slopes of abs gracing his tiny waist.

The man stands in the middle of the hotel room, stroking his cock like no one’s watching. You don’t know what to process first, the length or the girth. Jungkook is quick to notice you gawking over his naked body and winks. You open your mouth to say something, but then you feel something slap your thigh, something heavy.

When you turn around, you see that Taehyung has also stripped himself of his clothing. His body is also amazing, but you aren’t surprised by that at all.

What does grasp your attention is the size of the dick that rests on your thigh. Like Jungkook, he’s big—really big. Not as long, but boy, will it be a stretch. Although it’s the thick vein running up the shaft that piques your interest, you’d love to just run your tongue–

“You think you can handle a little more, sweetheart?” he quizzes, smearing precum all over your ass. You follow the pattern he’s making; you realize he’s spelling his name on your skin.

“Why not? I wouldn’t have driven here after a night of dancing if I didn’t want to be stuffed, Taehyung.”

You flip over again and rest on your elbows before spreading your legs and letting him know you’re ready. A pleased smile forms on Taehyung’s face at the action.

“Well, which one of us do you want? Or…”

“Both of you. Same time. Let’s go.” Your reply is so swift it leaves both men with their mouths gaped.

You shift so your head dangles off the edge of the bed and you wait patiently for Jungkook to take his position. Your hand raises and motions for him to come closer. “You sure?” he asks you, walking towards you.

“Jungkook,” you warn.

“Okay, okay. But tap my thigh three times if you need air, okay?”

“Got it.” You give him a thumbs up when he steps in front of you then return your attention to Taehyung.

He’s already teasing your entrance, making you gasp when the head of his cock pushes in slightly. “Ready?”

At your command, he enters slowly, filling and stretching you like no one ever has before.

“Oh my god!...Taehyung.” His thumb finds your clit when he hears your whines and he draws circles to help you relax.

After a few seconds, the burn is replaced by pleasure, and your mouth falls open for Jungkook to enter your throat. He aligns himself with your lips, slipping in as Taehyung pulls out to set his pace. Your throat relaxes naturally, allowing Jungkook to slide balls deep into your warmth.

“Fuck, she feels so good,” Jungkook moans breathlessly when you swallow around him. You can see his legs and thighs trembling, barely keeping himself up due to the feeling of your warmth surrounding his dick.

“Tell me about it. The whore is squeezing the life out of me. I’m not going to last long. Shit, look at how wet she is.” Taehyung tells him, spreading your folds for them to witness your juices gushing out of your cunt.

“Damn, she is wet. Man, let me fuck her too before you come.”

Jungkook is moving his hips slowly as if he’s holding back. It isn’t until you reach up and massage his balls that he picks up the pace. The two men match each other’s thrusts, moving in and out of you at the same speed and rhythm until all three of you are panting.

You lie still, allowing them to use you like their favorite fuckdoll, coating both their cocks with your wetness and sending them closer to their release with each stroke. You aren’t too far from coming either, the coil inside of you tightening and threatening to snap at any moment.

Taehyung must be aware of it too because his thrusting becomes more powerful, making you grip Jungkook’s thighs to ground yourself. The burning sensation in your throat, the thickness of Taehyung’s cock touching places you can never reach yourself, the degrading things they’re saying to you is all too much, and you prepare yourself for another intense orgasm.

“Are you gonna come again for us, whore, hm?...Make another mess like a little filthy slut?” Taehyung keeps slamming inside of your needy entrance, nearly making you wet the bed again. “Shit, here she comes.”

“Not yet!” Jungkook growls, making Taehyung still deep inside of you. “Switch.”

They pull out of you and you whine from the emptiness, the robbed orgasm, and the warmth you just lost. However, misery is only for a split second because Taehyung quickly jumps out of the way to make room for Jungkook so he can have his turn.

“You can take a little more, yeah?...You okay?” Jungkook inquires, hovering over your body to look at your face.

“Perfect,” you reply. He chuckles and flips you over on your belly, pulling you up against his firm chest once you’re on your knees.

He slides into you with little effort, the slick covering your cunt and thighs making it easy for him to enter your heat. “Damn,” is all he says, suckling your skin harshly enough to leave a mark.

Taehyung gets in front of you, bringing his lips to yours in a wet and sloppy kiss. You hum when the taste of your arousal hits your tongue, and your hands come up to tug on his soft black locks. But Jungkook suddenly grabs your hair, pulling you away and making you look into his lust-filled eyes.

“You two are cute, but I’m about to blow my load in this tight cunt. Believe me, our lips are going to be all over you tonight, baby. We’re just getting started.” Jungkook smirks when your pussy clenches from his promises.

“That’s my girl, now show Taehyung what kind of filth that pretty mouth of yours can do,” he tells you, gently pushing you forward when Taehyung sits on the bed.

You don’t waste time taking Taehyung’s cock in one hand while propping yourself up with the other. You stroke over his hardened length, using your spit and arousal for lubrication.

Out of nowhere, Jungkook slaps your ass, telling you to hurry up because he’s close. You smile to yourself, knowing you have an advantage in this position, and you’re about to make them both come for you instead of the opposite.

While Jungkook drills into you from behind, you lock eyes with Taehyung, winking right before you sink onto his length. The eye contact never breaks, and you watch him go from cocky to a whining mess within seconds.

You slurp and moan around him, your pleading eyes silently begging for his cum. Jungkook slaps your ass again, making you clench; the scream you release on Tae’s cock sends vibrations through him, and he accidentally ruts into your throat. He panics first, thinking he went too far, but when you hum in approval, he grabs your hair and proceeds to fuck your throat.

Both men set a punishing pace, jackhammering inside of you as they please. Lewd sounds fill the hotel room, and the bed repeatedly hits the wall. Outsiders would say it’s filthy, degrading, disgusting even. But to you…it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever encountered.

They both are so close, but you need a little bit more to get there; you need Jungkook to fuck you harder, and you know just how to get him to do it.

You tap Taehyung’s thigh, letting him know you want to come up for air, and his body falls back onto the bed, breathless but his cock still red and pulsating, ready to come.

“You okay?–Oh, fuck!” Taehyung nearly loses it when you take his dick in your hand and lower your head to give his balls some attention. You lick and suck each one, cleaning them of all the spit and juices that dripped down his cock.

Your other hand grips the sheets, grounding yourself so you can match Jungkook’s pace. You look behind you and find his mouth forming an O shape, his brows furrowed as he takes in your ass bouncing against his hips.

“Keep going, Jungkook. I’m close,” you coax when he stills, the image in front of him making it hard to focus. He snaps out of it, his features hardening when he realizes you’re trying to take control.

“Yeah, you tried it, slut. Now stay still and take everything I give you. Just remember you asked for it.” Jungkook grips your waist and picks up where he left off, this time slamming into you without mercy.

Your eyes roll back, and you can barely manage to keep stroking Taehyung.

“Look at you now, drooling like a cock hungry whore. Hold on a second longer, Taehyung. Let me make her come one more time.”

The younger male reaches under you, finding your clit and rubbing quick circles on the sensitive bud. Your mouth finds Taehyung’s dick again, using it to muffle the loud cries of pleasure escaping your lips. Your walls tighten around Jungkook, and he responds with a string of profanities, delivering the final words that bring you to your release.

“Shit, Y/N! You’re doing so well, squeezing me so tight. You wanna come baby?”

You give Jungkook the best form of a yes you can possibly give with a cock shoved in your mouth, and it seems good enough for him.

“Then come. Go ahead, sweetheart. You deserve it.”

Taehyung answers for him, barely holding it together, his cock already twitching in your mouth.

You don’t wait for a second more, abandoning all self-control and letting the coil inside of you snap. Your orgasm washes over you as soon as Jungkook’s fingers apply a little more pressure to your swollen clit.

White light fills your vision as you lose yourself on Jungkook’s cock. Taehyung pulls out, wanting to hear whatever incoherent gibberish you’re babbling in your orgasmic bliss.

Arousal drips down your thighs uncontrollably, and Jungkook only deepens his thrusts to make you squirt some more. However, that comes to an end when he can no longer prolong his release, and he quickly leans over to speak in your ear.

“Y/N, baby? I can’t hold it anymore…Where?”

You already know what he’s talking about but instead of answering him, you roll over and slide off the bed. You then wait patiently on your knees for the two men to join you.

Taehyung is the first to move, being the closest of the two, and Jungkook follows behind. You stare up at them as they stroke their lengths vigorously, not wanting to lose their pending release while they wait for your instructions.

“Face, tongue. Please,” you beg, making their eyes grow wide.

They don’t have time to question it, though. Your filthy words and the visual of your wet muscle sticking out waiting to be coated with cum sends them over the edge. Loads and loads of hot sticky cum land on your face and inside your mouth. You hum in content, accepting every ounce of praise they give to you. You probably look disgusting like this, but to them, you’re the most beautiful thing they’ve ever seen.

“You did so well for us, baby.” “So beautiful covered in our cum….” they whisper as the last ropes of seed shoots onto your face.

“Thank you,” you say to them, licking some of the cum from your lips.

“Thank you, sweetheart. Get her on the bed, Jungkook; I’ll go get a towel,” Taehyung replies, going off into the bathroom.

Jungkook helps you to your feet immediately, holding you in place to make sure you don’t fall. Your legs tremble, so he has to hold you closer.

“Never needed a towel any other night.”

Jungkook flattens his tongue and licks some of the cum off your face. He scoops you up and places you on the bed just as Taehyung is entering the room. They sit on either side of you, both busying themselves with cleaning you up and asking if you’re okay.

“I’ve never been better,” you answer, allowing them to snuggle with you when they lie on the bed on each side of you. “This was fun,” you mention, and they nod in agreement.

“Yeah, wish we could do it more often,” Taehyung scoffs.

You turn towards him, raising a brow. “Why can’t we?”

“Can we?” Jungkook chimes in.

You nod.

“Mmhm, I’m down if you’re looking for something with no strings attached. I doubt you two would even be capable of loving anyone more than you love each other.”

Their mouths fall open. “How—”

“I saw you giving Taehyung a handjob while outside on my break,” you confess, making silence fill the room. “It’s okay.”

They release a sigh of relief.

“It was hot, and the image is one I save for lonely nights. You look good together; I’d be honored to be your booty call,” you add jokingly. Although you’re all but joking, and if they called you tomorrow, you’d rush right over. “But let’s just keep it between us, yeah? My boss already thinks we’re fucking.”

“Well, you just proved him to be right tonight but yeah, of course, between us. Pinky promise?” Taehyung holds up his pinky finger once he’s done speaking, and so does Jungkook.

You lock fingers with them, sealing the deal like a fifth-grade friendship pact. How you got so lucky, you’ll never know. Meeting two men who want to fill your guts and your bank account may be hard to come by. But two hot and handsome men—impossible. Until tonight for you at least. It’s an offer too good to refuse.

“Actually, I’ve changed my mind,” you announce, making Taehyung and Jungkook panic, but the smirk on your face tells them you’re up to something. “I think I need you to fuck me again before I can make a decision.”

Taehyung pounces on you in an instant, pinning your hands above your head.

“Jungkook, I don’t think we fucked her hard enough. Give me your tie; we don’t need her disturbing guests when she’s crying like a desperate slut.” Taehyung growls, pressing his forehead against yours.

You hold his gaze, not backing down from his challenge the slightest. “Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart. Better get comfortable…It’s going to be a long night.”

You can only force yourself to hold back a smile…because that’s exactly what you were hoping for.

A very long night.

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bajablastwrites · 3 years

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Shut up no I’m not.

Saiki x reader

Readers gender isn’t specified

Summary: Some Saiki jealousy headcannons

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It’s pretty much impossible to see Saiki get jealous with people due to his powers, so he knows everyone’s intentions. That doesn’t mean it can’t happen though.

I see it happening if you start hanging out with the people you’re close to a lot more than him. Especially if they’re the opposite gender or something.

He knows you guys are good friends but he can’t help but get a bit salty when they’re making you laugh so hard to the point of snorting or wheezing. He’s never really seen you laugh that hard so…yeah. Boy’s a complete salt mine.

I feel like he didn’t know the concept of jealousy himself— like he never felt it and his thought process was something like “if you’re getting jealous over your partner’s friends, then maybe your trust for them isn’t as strong as you thought.” So when he realized he was feeling jealousy, he felt like just had an epiphany, and he suddenly felt like a massive hypocrite.

He knows that there’s nothing between you guys and he tries ignore these feelings, but they just don’t go away. Which might manifest with him being a bit more clingy or touchy with you— not in an inappropriate way or anything, it’s Kusuo we’re talking about. He’ll just follow you around or hold your hand and just all around get as close to you as he can while your close friend is around.

Going to order something from the store? He’s coming with you and making sure to pay for your stuff. Out in public? He’s gonna hold your hand under the guise of making sure you don’t run off and get lost. Going to the bathroom? He’ll wait for you outside and so on and so forth.

From an outsiders view people will think he’s being a really good boyfriend, he’s paying for his s/o’s stuff, escorting them to places and carrying their stuff for them, what a gentleman! But if you know Kusuo you start getting a little worried because of how he’s acting— I mean it’s really sweet and all but he’s never coddled you like this, especially in public, you know?

When it’s time for you and your close friend to go your separate ways for the day and go for a goodbye hug, you feel a sudden forced push your friend away from you, they tried again and got the same result. Naturally they got a bit scared but pushed it down and gave a nervous goodbye before turning around and leaving as fast as they could without running. Which felt like an absolute win to Kusuo, but then realized that you know he was the one that caused it.

When you get back to his house and ask him about it he’ll try and dodge the question or try to get you to forget about it. Until you slowly put two and two together and realized that he’d been jealous, and before you could actually say it verbally he immediately cut you off with a “I’m not jealous, don’t think such stupid things.” Which further proved your point and you couldn’t even be mad at him anymore.

It was not only funny seeing the all seeing powerful psychic try and bullshit his way through your questions (which you weren’t buying btw, Kusuo’s such a shitty liar) but it also made your heart all soft for him. After all he was looking an everything except you when he was trying to find an answer for his actions.

He knows you’re not upset with him and can hear your wholesome thoughts about wanting to coddle him and give him lots of kisses and he can’t help but get a bit flustered (but used his powers to keep his blush hidden) since it cemented the fact that you clearly only have eyes for him and him only. I mean he already knew that but he couldn’t help but smile a little and give in to you pulling his head to your chest as your ran your fingers through his hair, while occasionally peppering his face with lots of smooches. While giving you some kisses of his own.

It won’t automatically stop him from getting jealous every time you and your close friend hang out but it’ll slowly go away as time goes on. He’ll still cling and linger around you, but now it’s in the hopes of getting coddled by you some more. But he’ll never tell you that.

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finelinevogue · 3 years

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Can you do something where Y/N is sick and Harry has to take care of her please?

i actually had written something similar to this before so i present you a lengthy blurb;

You were pretty sure if you got invited in to hell it would feel something like this.

Hot. Sticky. But chilled.

You had come down with a concerningly high temperature. Along with the added luxuries of a deafening headache, cold sweats and an upset tummy. Your body was burning all over, as if it had just been freshly cooked in the oven but you felt colder than ice. It was a confusing juxtaposition, but there it was.

You'd called Harry, since he was in the studio recording his new music and asked him to come home early. You didn't even get to the reasoning of why he should come home before he hung up, telling you he was already vacating the premises. You hated to be that needy girlfriend who had to call about nearly everything, but Harry loved it more than anything. He loved the fact that you needed him. It gave him purpose, apparently .

You couldn't work out whether you regretted asking him to come home, or whether it was a blessing. It was a very fine line.

It was a blessing because, he looked after you like a mother would her child and made sure he stood by your side any time you found yourself lurched over a toilet. He made you chicken soup from scratch and even tested it to make sure it wasn't too hot, or salty - despite being a vegetarian himself. He even made you honey and lemon tea, which he had to run to the store for the honey. When you say run, you mean run. He didn't want to leave you alone at all, so he put on his running shoes and sprinted to the shop and back. However, it was a slight regret because of how fussy he was over you. He loved it to bits - nursing to your every need.

You truly believed you didn't deserve Harry. He was just too kind and pure for his own good. You were unarguably lucky. Laying on what felt like your death bed, didn't feel so lucky though.

It was now 10 pm and you could hear Harry turning on the alarm for downstairs, the loud beeping noise preventing you from sleep. That's all you'd done all day. Sleep. You thought it'd be more magical than it was. It was just uncomfortable though, because of how cold and hot you were.

Your much better looking other half trudged through the bedroom door within a minute of the alarm going off. He was only wearing checkered pyjama bottoms and a white t-shirt and yet he made it look like Gucci Runway 2021.

The jingling of keys signalled Charlie was also present. Charlie was your 2 year old Golden Retriever. He was beautiful. When you and Harry has moved in together 2 years ago you'd managed to persuade him to get a dog. Within a few weeks of moving in you had a 5 month old puppy running around your house. He was your best friend, no doubt about it. He was also ridiculously photogenic.

"Hey Chaz!" You cooed as Charlie walked over to your side of the bed, where you were snuggling down under the sheets. You reached out your hand to give him some loving and attention. You could tell by the small smile and sparkling eyes that he was one happy boy.

"Alright, buddy. Let's leave mum alone." Harry came behind Charlie to manoeuvre him into his bed, which was in the corner of the room. It was more like a big cushion. He started to whine after being forced to leave you - having not seeing you all day. Harry was strict in keeping him downstairs so not to disturb you whilst you were sleeping.

"H it's alright, let him on the bed. He can curl up on my feet." You sympathised with Charlie, as you always did, hating to hear or see him upset. Harry was like the 'bad-cop' when it came to parenting Charlie, because you were too sweet to say no to him.

"You're one spoilt boy, aren’t you?" Harry messed around with Charlie, before telling him he could get up on the bed to see you. Charlie leapt on the bed and wandered over to give you all the kisses he could, before Harry came to calm him down - as you really didn't have the strength.

"I missed you too, Chaz." You quietly laughed, not wanting to set your headache off even more.

"You gonna let me kiss mum now?" Harry rhetorically asked, but as he came over to you Charlie laid down on you so your face was buried underneath his body. You could feel him panting with his adorable tongue out above you, as he hid you from Harry.

"Someone's jealous."

"Feeling like a bloody third wheel over here." Harry tutted and you laughed until you got hot with the movement.

"Harry? Can you move him please?" You whined as you tried to shuffle around.

"Okay Chaz. Let's let mum get some sleep, alright?" Charlie is slowly removed from you and ends up curled on top of your feet, keeping them warm for you.

Harry slipped into the covers and shuffled his way over to you, putting the back of his hand over your forehead and hissing quietly at the simple touch.

"Baby you're so hot." Harry complained.

"I know." You teased with a wink at him, taking his worry out of context and turning it into a flirting compliment.

"Oh piss off!" He chuckled and wrapped an arm around your waist to bring you closer. "What am I going to do with you, baby?" Harry then planted only a few delicate kisses to your lips - not wanting to overwork you and your tired body.

••••

You woke up with drowsy eyes to find you're in bed alone.

Your throat was incredibly dry and your whole body was sticky from sweat. Your pyjamas were damp and your face looked like it'd just been drowned in a rainstorm. It was disgusting. Still, you brought the duvet up to cover yourself more, as you let out a dramatic shiver. Why was it so cold?

Mixed into the background noise you could hear the cheering of crowds and it really confused you, until you looked at the wall and noticed the football was playing on re-run on the TV. Manchester United Vs Manchester City. You hated that you knew that just from their football uniforms, but that's what you get for living with a football-crazed boyfriend.

You noticed Harry emerge from the bathroom, a washing up bowl in his arms. He came and sat down in bed, the bucket of water to his side. "What are you doing?" You quietly asked, peering up at him through tired eyes.

"Oi, you're meant to be sleep y’minx." Harry told you off.

"I can't. I'm too uncomfortable. I'm hot, but i'm cold. I also find it hard to sleep without you next to me." You huffed out in annoyance.

"My poorly baby." He leant down to kiss your forehead, "c’mere, baby." He urged.

He helped you move, seeing as your body was really weak, so you could lay down against Harry’s body. He was sat up against the headboard as you nestled down between his legs, your back to his front. It was a lot more comfortable than before - probably because Harry was closer to you. Charlie noticed the disturbance and waited for you to stop moving around, before maintaining the job of guarding your feet.

Once he was happy in his position he fell asleep again, making you jealous of his ability to do that. Especially now.

"Why's the football on?" You asked, motioning towards the TV.

"Had to keep myself awake somehow." He explained, but it only made you more confused.

"Why?"

"So I can take care of you, y’muppet." His words actually melted your heart - more than chocolate could melt on your forehead right now.

After you'd settled, Harry reached into the bucket and drained out a cloth. He made sure all the excess water was cleared before moving it away from the bucket. You hummed in appreciation when he placed it against your forehead, rotating it to the back of your neck also in order to relax and cool you. It made you realise just how hot you were.

"I think i'm dying, Harry." You groaned as the nausea came over you again. Harry kept a firm hold of the cloth on your forehead, dabbing gently and careful to not let any water drip down into your eyes.

"No you're not, baby." Harry gave you a light-hearted laugh.

"Well, living shouldn't feel as shitty as this H." You grumbled, not appreciating his lack of understanding.

“Then just let me take you to the chuffing hospital!" He exclaimed, making Charlie stir slightly.

Harry had been demanding you go to the hospital all day and all evening, but you were too stubborn to go. That, and you were terrified of hospitals - more terrified of needles and blood than anything else. However, you were starting to reach the point where you were giving in to his request, though. It was becoming unbearable to sleep and harder to breathe. You were worried for yourself.

"I don't like it." You pouted like a child, as Harry wrung the cloth through the fresh water again.

"I don't care whether you like it or not, Y/N, I really think we should go. More like need." Harry insisted and you could tell he wasn’t giving up without a fight. You didn’t want that either.

You hated how he was right.

It was only going to get worse from here, and you didn't really want to be alive when that was going you happen, so going to the hospital to get checked over and drugged up seemed like the best option to go for. The more sensible option.

"Fine." You finally accepted, Harry slinking his arms tight around your waist after discarding the cloth in to the bucket. He nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck and planted an abundance of kisses there, your skin burning just to the touch.

"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you." He repeated in-between kisses.

•••••

It took 20 minutes to get in to the car. 20 minutes.

All because Charlie was reluctant to letting you get up and go. So Harry had to dress you into a more appropriate attire, with a dog sat on your lower body. It was then half an hour later that you were in the hospital.

The hospital was quiet at this time of night and for that you were grateful. It was obviously a night where little numbers of people were doing silly things to get themselves hurt. There was the odd patient for a minor cut injury and there were a couple of people in for burns. There was even a woman in because she accidentally superglued her hand to a bottle of superglue - ironic, but painful.

You sat patiently on Harrys lap, waiting for someone to escort you to a cubicle. You were freezing cold, to the point where your teeth were chattering - your outside body was giving off the opposite temperature. You tried to get as close to Harry's warmth as possible, pushing your body against his.

"You're alright baby." Harry shushed you, as you let out a small tremble.

"If I do die—"

"Which you won't." Harry chuckled.

"I know, but if I did I want you to know that I love you." You told him. Even though he's heard you say it a million times before, it still made his heart flutter as you spoke each word.

"I love you, baby." He kissed the side of your head. "But you're going to be just fine, so no more talking about you dying okay?"

"Why? It's only a natural thing." You pointed out.

"Sure, but I don't want to think of a world without my girl living in it. So zip it before I make you."

You never thought of dying as a world without Harry before now and it wasn't the time to start thinking about it either. It was a horrible thought and you understood why Harry didn't want you speak about it. That world would be so dark and empty and you hated thinking about it.

Harry was called to the front desk to fill in some forms for you, since your hands were too cold and shaky to do it for yourself. He accidentally wrote 'Styles' as your second name, before realising his mistake and scribbling it out.

“Shit.” Harry went red in the face and chuckled over his silly mistake. His hand was shaky and you smiled at how he got so flustered over something so simple. You rested your hand on top of his, bringing his attention to you.

“One day.” You told him and he leaned to give you a kiss on the lips. You couldn’t help but feel like his lips were a future promise to make sure he wouldn’t have to scribble out his second name the next time it was written next to yours.

The doctor saw you shortly afterwards and you thanked your lucky stars that there was no injections or removal of any blood involved, Harry sticking with you the whole time. Turns out you were suffering from a moderate fever, but the doctor said with good rest it should pass. The doctor had given Harry permission to make a big fuss over you - explaining how he was going to love it and you were going to hate it - and to make sure to come back with even the slightest worsen of the fever. You got given a prescription list of various medications that you'd need to take over the next week or so. After collecting the drugs, you were back in the car on the way home.

"Told you you weren't going to die." Harry smiled, happy to have you still by his side, whilst holding your hand over the gear console.

"Unfortunate for you, I guess."

"Will you shut you, y’bloody nuisance. You know I can't do life without you, Y/N." He spoke softly, squeezing your hand tighter to assure you that he's going nowhere.

"Same here." You smile at him and he smirks back at you with his dimple-loving smile.

"You’ll always be it for me, baby." Harry speaks, before you drift back off to sleep.

Happily.

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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years

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The North Princess & The Seven Men, Part 12

Summary: The men mourn you

Pairings: All 7 men X Reader

Rating: silly

Warnings: have you made it this far? no warnings, just mentions of death, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 800

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Your seven men gather around your lifeless body, unsure of how they got here. How they could have ever let you go into the clutches of those horrible princes. They took way too much pleasure in disposing of their body, getting a nice chunk of change from their father. Even the King did not like his sons. He had heard about the depraved things they were doing to you, and then the other betrothed princesses. Thankfully, he had his own daughter that would take the throne.

But now here you are. Lying frozen in time. Dr. Beck had watched over you, while the rest avenged your death. His fingers skimmed over your marks while he silently cussed the evil princes. Now standing around your body, they wished they had held you closer. Wanting to go back to when they walked you through the gates of hell.

While there's nothing that can be done, they can't help but stare at you longer. Desiring nothing more than for you to be in a deep slumber and any moment you would awake. "We coulda done it ya know?" Jake's tearful eyes looks around the room. "We coulda kept her from them. Kept her safe, and...she was happy with us. Weren't you?"

"Yeah," Bucky chokes out, using his metal hand to wipe away a salty tear. "It worked."

"Damn right it did," Lee agrees. "Didn't even feel jealous, just wanted her, and ta see that pretty little smile."

Steve's thumb brushes over your chilled cheek, giving your form a smile before pressing his lips against a bruise. His mouth moving over to every mark they left behind. Followed shortly by the other six men. All seven pairs of lips smooshing up against your body. Beck even swears you start heating up with the motions.

"It's like she's here," Colin responds after kissing hard on some marks on your legs.

Mike stands up to look at your beautiful face, squinting when he swears he sees your eyes flutter. Normally kissing a corpse seems disgusting. But they're kissing away your pain. Slowly he leans forward to kiss your forehead, lingering in place to heat you up. Your eyes completely open, and you're confused as to where you are and what's happening to you, but you feel them. Smell them all around you.

"What are you guys doing?" the seven of them jump back to look down at you.

"Y-y-you were dead. We saw...Beck he...what just happened?" Jake's eyes go everywhere, but mostly on the doctor who stands looking just as confused.

Bucky smirks shaking his head, "Cursed poison always has an antidote. So who is it Dovey?" you don't understand. Your eyes looking over his face baffled. "True love's kiss. When you died, who were you thinking about?"

"Well..." you look amongst the see of blue eyes. All of them present. "I was thinking about getting back home to you."

"So it's Bucky? You fell in love with the creepy soldier?" Colin looks a bit miffed, but also hurt. Bucky can't help but laugh, you see written all over his face, he understands. "I don't find this funny. We each took care of you."

"She's not saying me, you dipshit. ‘You’, as in all of us Princess?" you softly smile and nod your head. "Was it that fun?"

"It always was, before the sex. But...we can't?"

"The hell we can't," Lee goes to sit beside your body, his hand gently rubbing on your face. "We already know you can handle all a us. We've seen each of us sink into that tight little pussy a yers. I'm okay with this. Everybody else?" the men all nod their head.

"We'll need to have a schedule. You aren't going to be forced to take us all at once every night," Steve begins. Overwhelmed. The seven of them discuss the goings on of this new relationship, a reverse harem of the most fierce, protective, and sexy men.

"Wait...you're...we're doing this?"

"Dovey, only if you want to?" Steve is the next one to sit on the bed beside you. Everyone's tears all but gone.

"What about Charles and Curtis?"

"Dead. Dead dead. Got a lot of money out of that, so we can totally take care of you," Jake gives you a smile, sitting at the foot of your bed to rub your feet. "That's all any of us want to do."

And so it was, the eight of you living in an non-traditional reverse harem. Splitting your time between the seven of them, to spending time as a full on family. It doesn't make sense, but it works out beautifully, effortlessly, and harmoniously. Who knows what this forest could hold, what else could be here...but one thing is for certain, you've got seven men to protect you, and the eight of you will live happily ever after!

THE END MY FRIEND

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Next journey Into the Woods...Goldilocks and Papa Bear Ari, Daddy Bear Sy, and Baby Bear Steve....

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quicksilverownsmysoul · 3 years

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hear me out: jealous peter maximoff

Omg yes, out of all the evans I feel like he’d the most jealous, cause I feel like he thinks he’s good at hiding it but he’s really not 😂

Jealous Peter Maximoff

- salty sassy little man

- you can always tell when he’s jealous, his whole demeanor changes, he thinks he’s good at hiding it but he’s really not

- his foot will be tapping rapidly and all his jokes and little comments have a hidden malice beneath them

- everyone in the mansion thinks it’s so amusing when he’s jealous because it’s the only time he’ll ever lose his cool.

- all his other emotions he can control but when it comes to jealousy and when it comes to you... oh boy

- when he’s in a jealous mood no one is safe

- like this one time this new mutant was trying to flirt with you, skimming their hand against yours as you showed them around, walking just a little too close. Sly comments and subtle flirtations

- the whole mansion could feel his jealousy radiating off him in waves and avoided him at all costs

- Scott made fun of him once, telling him that the mutant flirting with you was cute. Peter went off on him and let’s say Scott didn’t make any more jokes after that

- don’t even try and make fun of his jealousy cause he’ll get all pouty about it.

- he hates the way it makes him feel because he’s insecure and his jealousy magnifies that feeling by like a thousand

- you don’t intentionally make him jealous because that’s just cruel and mean.

- but sometimes he can’t help that feeling that settles in his chest, that nagging when he sees you talking to someone and they can make you laugh or smile.

- will just swoop in our of nowhere when you’re talking to other people

- pushing his way between you and pulling you close to his side. Giving you a tight smile and speeding you away with him

- you always have to reassure him that he’s the only one you want, peppering his face in a million kisses

- gets really clingy and refuses to let you go, just laying in your arms as you tell him how much you love him, him just mumbling that he’s yours and your his

- but you don’t mind because cuddling with Peter is your favorite thing in the world

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wrenreid · 2 years

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Conflict of Interest

mature content in this story

Chapter Eighteen: Memories and Longing

It’s well into the next day when you finally text Spencer back. You would like to say that you forgot, but you didn’t. His simple text message lives rent free in your mind for the entire 19 hours it takes you to respond.

Sorry it’s been a minute. I’ve been so busy! You type up this excuse, but it isn’t true, so you don’t send it. You haven’t been busy at all today. All you’ve done is watch t.v. with your brothers and take Dad out for lunch. Other than those thrilling events, you’ve been in bed.

This bed holds a lot of memories, but not ones you would think. You would stay up late under the covers with a little flashlight and read. You would lie here and gaze up at the ceiling, playing out your future in your head. It’s safe to say the scenarios were not accurate to the now present.

These sheets and pillowcases have caught a gallon of your tears. The earliest memory you hold of your tears spilling down onto the pillow beneath you is the night your parents told you about the divorce.

Quinton was the only of the 4 of you who had already known, granted he’s the oldest at 17. But you were only 7 and your other brothers 10 and 13, so your parents decided to break the news over dinner. Your mother cooked a family favorite meal and even bought a pie.

The dinner was great until it wasn’t, until you found out your parents weren’t going to share a last name any longer and your mother was moving out. Sure, maybe it was only 20 minutes from your house, but that’s a light year for a 7 year old who feels like she’s losing her mother.

You had been silent for the rest of dessert and whole night until you laid down for bed. The tears started flowing. You were sad and angry. Angry that your parents couldn’t love each other anymore even for the sake of their 4 kids. Now, you understand the separation was the best option.

There were other instances where the cotton below you had to absorb the salty tears from your eyes. Like when you were 13 and your best friend moved away to Louisiana because she was a military brat, and her father was stationed there.

Or when you found out your boyfriend of 4 months slept with Jasmine Bailey, a senior girl who you’d never spoken to but had a reputation. She was beautiful and a woman, and you were just barely 15 with braces, still wearing A cups, and refused to go past first base. Of course he had chosen her over you, you thought as you cried and yelled as your face buried into a pillow.

This bed also held the memory of when you found out you got into the FBI Academy and jumped up and down on the mattress like a little girl.

‘Yeah, I am. Are you?’ You finally respond to Spencer’s text from the previous night.

You’re not even really sure why it took you as long as it did to respond. Maybe because you wanted to distance yourself from him a little bit. Distance may help the feelings go away. But then again, as the saying goes, distance brings fondness, so the plan is flawed.

It doesn’t take him long to respond, only about half an hour. ‘I am too, yeah. I’m going to a party with my friend Morgan.’

‘In DC?’

‘Yep. I think it’ll be fun.’

‘I’m sure it will be.’ You text back and feel a sting in your stomach at the thought of him being in a party with girls in skimpy dresses and seductive smiles they’ll flash at anyone.

‘What are your plans?’

I’m not sure. I’ll probably just hang out with my family and watch the ball drop.

You press down on the back space until the words are gone, then you send: ‘Going to a party too. San Francisco on New Years can get wild;)’

‘I hope you have fun!’

‘I will.’

The bad thing about texting is that you can’t read people’s emotions unless they use emojis to show it. Spencer does not use emojis. Is he jealous? Is he excited for you? Or does he just not care?

You’d have every right to sleep with someone at a wild San Francisco New Year’s Eve party because he isn’t your boyfriend. But you aren’t going to.

He would have every right to sleep with some skank- some woman- at a party in DC because you’re not his girlfriend. And he may very well do it.

The thought of him inside another woman makes you want to scream. She’d be lucky because not only is he great at making a woman feel good, he’s also the sweetest guy in the world.

Maybe being underneath another man would take your mind off him. Or maybe it would remind you of how you miss him.

Ugh this is stupid!

chapter nineteen

i’m so sorry it’s been so long!!! also i promise this is the last chapter without spencer, i know that annoys some of you

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oujikawa · 3 years

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haikyuu pretty setters when they’re jealous (gif reaction)

warnings - none !!

characters - kageyama, kenma, oikawa, akaashi, atsumu, & semi

kageyama

ok. finally the day of the week has arrived, where kageyama finally wants to pull the ball down and take you out lol. you’re all excited because kags tells you it’s a surprise. where does he end up taking you ?? to watch a volleyball game 😃😃 don’t get me wrong, you love to support him and the other love in his life. but sometimes you want him to spend time doing other things. “i’m overdressed. you couldn’t have warned me?” “i didn’t say it was somewhere fancy.” aha ha haa okayyyy 😀. you two sit together in the stands and kageyama is so invested in the game and doesn’t seem to notice someone tap your shoulder. “hi! i saw your phone case. i love that movie!” “same! i’ve been wanting to watch the second part.” the guy smiles and says “me too! a lot of my friends think it’s gonna suck tho.” and you two engage in a convo about the movie. little do you know kags has been listening in and seething oof. “maybe you could give me your number and we could go watch it sometime?” he’s slightly blushing which pisses kageyama off even more. kags turns to the both of you, “they’re with me. get lost.” and you’re like 😨😨 before you even say anything he pulls you up out of the stands and out of the area. “are you bored, y/n?” “what? no!” “then who’s the movie nerd?” “i have no idea he just started talking to me.” kags is salty and sulking and decides he should be the one taking you to go watch the movie. and he does. as your waiting in line, his arms around your waist might feel a little tighter than usual. kageyama just can’t help falling for the look in your eyes as you excitedly talk about the movie. and he is not planning on sharing that, with anyone 💗

kenma

is disgusted. kenma is like🧍🏼‍♂️but mentally strangling them. he’s totally the type to do those super smash bro tournaments. he usually brings you along for support and just to spend even more time with you. the tournament is popping that day. “hey ken! you ready bro?” “yeah.” a bunch of these gamers know kenma. he’s like royalty and everyone pulls up to watch him play. you let him get situated and start looking around. “listen their hot. i always play as them.” you listen in the conversation since you have nothing better to do sjsgsjsk. “nah that one is hot.” the other guy in the conversation points to a character from the game. “shit you right. kinda looks like kenma’s s/o.” all the simps look between you and the character poster. literally ogling at this point. “hey you’re y/n right?” some random guy with a pikachu shirt asks. “you wanna come play with me?” before you can answer kenma drags you to his area and places you on his lap. everyone looks over at you which causes you to feel uncomfortable. “b-baby. this is kind of embarrassing.” “i was cold.” kenma pouts and places his chin in the crook of your neck. before it gets even more embarrassing, he lets you go and grabs a chair to have you sit next to him. as kenma hands you the player 2 remote, he inches closer to give you a peck. you’re surprised at his boldness. “stay here with me.” all the gamers are bit embarrassed and leave you two alone. this causes kenny boy to be more protective when he takes you to his tournaments 💖

oikawa

oikawa is sulking. but will not show it to the person flirting with you. doesn’t wanna show any weaknesses aka you being one of them. i see him as a bit insecure that you’d leave him for someone else. so, if you’re giving someone too much attention he gets like this lol. “y/n-chan~” but you’re not paying attention still talking to the stranger. “y/n. y/n!! baby~” oikawa is now walking towards you two because fam you may need 🦻 because ?? “ah there you are my love~ who’s this?” oikawa makes sure he wraps his arm around your waist. “we actually just met! they’re a fan of the team.” “oh? are you a fan of my s/o as well?” yikes awkward ... “because if you are that’s totally normal. we’re kinda the star couple around here.” he’s physically smiling but his eyes show something else. “u-uh no no. i was just-“ “if you really were a fan, you’d know they’re mine. unless, you lack common sense.” oikawa’s words get more vicious and this person is getting spooked and just speeds off lol. once they’re gone, “hmph. you’re mean.” oikawa is pouting, shoulders slumped forward. i— the complete opposite from earlier 😂 “babe. he was just talking to me about the game.” he sighs and shakes his head. “i saw him watching you during the game. that guy had other plans.” you’re like 😳 because you had no idea lol. “but let’s give him something to watch. make sure the fanboy get it’s through his head that you’re with me.” oikawa then pulls you in for a kiss slightly hoping that guy happens to coincidentally pass by again 💞

akaashi

akaashi is patient and tries not to look into it much. that is, until things get a bit touchy. he was so in love when he saw how excited you were when he suggested taking you to go play mini golf. waking hand in hand you walk towards the front where you pay. “keiji, i’m gonna make a hole in one just watch.” akaashi just chuckles. “if you say so. i’m pretty good at this.” the guy working the register looks at you both yet his eyes linger on you for a bit longer. “here you go.” the guys hands you the putters and golf balls. the stranger looks at you and says “you look pretty fit. i’m sure you’ll be good at this.” akaashi is like 😐 ?? because this requires no athleticism whatsoever but let’s it go because it seems to boost your confidence. a couple minutes pass and you’re on the 4th hole. “i can’t believe you’re beating me rn.” “i told you, y/n. i’m kinda good at this.” akaashi smirks and assumes the pose of a pro golfer. you’re rolling your eyes until you hear a male voice “hey! looks like you need some advice.” your boyfriend doesn’t seem to bothered as it seems harmless until he sees what happens next. “omg pls. i’m trying to beat this menace over here.” “competitive, i like that. listen your posture is a bit off.” the guy goes around you to guide you. he’s really close with his chest to your back and his hands over yours. akaashi’s grip on the putter tightens “i think i can show how it’s done. thank you.” shoos the guy away and envelops you in his embrace. “oh so now you wanna help me?” “be quiet.” he kisses the top of your head and goes easy on you for the rest of the game lol.

atsumu

his words do not match his actions. smiling and coming off as friendly but what he’s saying ?? yeah no. atsumu was feeling a bit romantic and wanted to take you to a nice dinner. “ooh this is nice, tsumu.” “only the best for my y/n.” you two look over the menu debating what to get. then the waiter approaches and things take a turn. “hello, can i get you two started with some drinks?” “coke for me.” “and for you?” the waiter asks turning towards you and has the audacity to look you up and down. atsumu is like 🤨 “uh an iced tea pls.” the male leaves to get your drinks. “it’s kinda fancy here. feels weird.” “i know but i wanted to do somethin better than mcdonalds.” you laugh and the waiter is already back with your drinks. quietly hands astumu his coke and hands you your drink and something else ?? “this appetizer is one of my favorites. it’s on the house. “ you thank him with a smile. “i knew you had a beautiful smile. guess that’s your payment 😉 “ atsumu actually wants to spit his soda out at him lol. it gets worse because the waiter ignores him the whole time and pays special attention to you even getting close when taking your order. after the food is brought out, you two finally eat in peace. after, atsumu gets up to the use the restroom and bumps into the waiter. “how is everything tasting?�� oh boy. “everythin tastes great 😄 but...they’re not on the menu ya know?” “i-i’m sorry?” atsumu crosses his arms and replies back with “don’t know if yer stupid or actin like it. but they’re with me so lay off.” doesn’t even let the guy reply and walks off. “everything okay babe?” atsumu just asks for the check and makes sure not to leave a tip ajgsgsjskal. once you’re out of the restaurant, he pulls you in for a long kiss. “remind me not to bring ya here again okay?” you hold back your laughter at everything that happened and just say “okay, but is my baby jealous~” “hmph.” atsumu then takes your hand in his but the way he’s holding it tightly gives you your answer 💕

semi

you can see it on his face. hear it in his voice. your sister, cousin, and neighbor can tell. this day you go and support your bf semi to one of his games as always. he lowkey hates how much the team loves you but prefers them over anyone else. the ace of the opposing team has been pretty open about his crush on you. has even said in front of semi “if i win the game, y/n you should consider leaving him for me.” i- the nerve 😟 to say he was mad is an understatement. “y/n wish me luck.” he leans down for a good luck kiss which you gladly oblige. as soon as he gets it, he’s off to go with the rest of the team. tendou will not stop with the teasing “semi semi. look who it is 🤪” it’s none other than the ace of the other team. the guy just smirks when he spots semi and waves to you. semi’s biting his tongue to stop the string of vulgarities he wants to yell at him. the game starts and you’re seated and ready to cheer whenever shiratorizawa scores. the first set is intense but the team pulls through. towards the end of the second set, the stupid ace of the other team decides to show off. he makes eye contact with you and delivers the fastest serve yet. the whole crowd is shook as well as you. semi turns to you and sees a wow manage to escape your lips. oh he’s pissed. he wants to be the one to leave you in awe. your his, who does this guy think he is ?? semi gets in the zone and pulls whatever he can to make they win. in the end, they win to really no ones surprise. semi is more surprised at the fact that he really thought he could lose you. the ace just glares at semi and walks away. “ahh congrats eita !! i knew you had this !” he pulls you in for a hug and let’s you congratulate the rest of the team. this gave him the push to want to be the best partner he can be for you 💓

a/n - i wanted to add suga but then it’d be way too long ajshshjsks

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dreamkidddream · 3 years

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AHHHHH OKAY IM SORRY BUT I JUST SAW THE CUTEST TREND ON TIKTOK AND JUST HAD TO WRITE THIS

So it’s basically where one partner is complaining about how their shirt smells and when the other person leans down to smell it their forehead gets kissed 🥺 so I had to write it for the bros 😭 I’m still doing the prompt special tho but take this as a thank you gift/self indulgent. Heavy on the ✨self indulgent✨ Reader is gender neutral!

The Brothers and Forehead Kisses (Tiktok Trend)

Lucifer

MC ew, he doesn’t want to smell your shirt if it stinks

Why would he want to do that

But you were so persistent and would not stop pestering him until he sniffed it, and he has paperwork to do so he doesn’t have time to waste

If this was a prank and Satan and/or Belphie put you up to you’re going to regret it

Rolling his eyes, he leaned down to smell only to feel your lips gently kiss his forehead

Very confused until you asked him if he smelt it. He did the same thing and got the same result

So this was your little prank, huh?

Honeslty doesn’t mind it, and is a little smug about it too

If you just wanted to kiss him, why didn’t you say so? He will happily grant your request

He rather do the kissing and on another body part, but he can never complain when it comes to you

10/10 recommend forehead kisses with Lucifer

He won’t outright ask you for them, but he will be expecting them for now on (especially when he’s stressed). Your kisses are possibly his only weakness (not that he’ll ever say that), and makes him feel all warm inside

You make him feel warm inside MC

Mammon

He’s definitely done the sniff test on his own clothes more than once, so has no problem smelling

The only problem he had was the instant butterflies in his stomach and the blush across his face after you kissed his forehead

“Oi human! W-what do ya think ya doin’?!”

Is embarrassed and acts like the kisses are unwanted (he’s not fooling anyone), until you do it again and again and again

Very dopey and starts to complain when you pull away

“Hey! You started this, s-so ya gotta finish it! And I’m- I’m not done yet!”

You dumb human! Making him feel all these emotions for you. Now you gotta take responsibility! He’s the Great Mammon after all, and he only gets the best!

He’s lying MC don’t ever stop loving on him you’re already the best

Bonus: give him forehead kisses whenever he’s upset during your pep talks and he’ll marry you on the spot. Also becomes his favorite kiss and expects them everyday

Leviathan

KING of the sniff test

Man almost never leaves his room and is either gaming or binging anime (sometimes both) 25/8 what do you expect?

Has a heart attack when you kissed his forehead

Not really but he felt like he was

Face completely red, including ears, he couldn’t even stutter out his question of why you were doing this

Were you pranking him? Was this a trick?! Why would someone like you (WAAY out of his league) kiss a yucky otaku like him?

You saw that he was getting that look again, so you pecked his forehead over and over

Completely shuts down, but in a good way!

Give him forehead kisses forever MC, especially when he’s upset in his degrading mood or about to go in a jealous rage

Becomes exclusively your thing

Satan

Another one that doesn’t want to smell your shirt

If you think it smells then change??? He doesn’t understand why you’re still wearing it

Have to practically FORCE his head to your chest, and he finally gives in

Was pleasantly surprised to feel the kiss

You make him fluster so bad MC that he chokes lmao

Tries to act smug about it at first, but you caught him off guard and he is not mad about that

Kisses your forehead everyday before you leave the house: whether it’s for RAD, hanging out, whatever reason doesn’t matter

Does it everyday, and in front of everyone ESPECIALLY in front of Lucifer, he lives to spite this man

Makes him feel like he’s a part of his own love story, and that he finally had a happy ending

Asmodeus

You are NOT fooling this man

If you want him to smell you, you gotta lie and say you sprayed some perfume or cologne and want his opinion

Well why didn’t you say so? He’ll be honored that you want his opinion but who wouldn’t? He’s Asmodeus, the best-

Did you just kiss his forehead?

Naughty MC, if it’s a kiss you wanted you didn’t have to trick him to get it~

But he didn’t mind. It makes him feel loved, a different kind, way different than what he feels from his fans, if the deep blush on his face is anything to go off of

Forehead kisses are something reserved just for you! And it doesn’t matter if it’s him kissing yours or the opposite, he loves it. He lives for it now, but only for you. This is something that his fans can never have, and they feel just a little salty about it, but they can’t stay mad for long. It’s Asmo, and MC always brings out this glow from him, and they do kinda look cute together...

Surprisingly he rather do this behind closed doors. Has no problem with kissing you in public, but it’s just more personal when it’s just you two

Keep this up MC and he may start loving you more than himself-

JK he’s obviously first place

But you have him doubting that sometimes, and it doesn’t bother him as much as he thought it would

Beelzebub

Does the sniff test sometimes, but only because if he smells food on it he gets hungry and sometimes tempted to eat the shirt

He can’t help it

You want him to smell you- your shirt? Doesn’t mind, you already smell good and he does have the strongest sense of smell in the house (probably ever tbh), so it makes sense

Now Beel is one tall demon. All the brothers are pretty tall, but he’s the tallest (even if he isn’t he’s still huge), so kissing his forehead was a challenge on his own

Is deathly quiet for a few seconds, expression serious. Then...

You see the widest smile along with the red spreading across his cheeks. Purposely continues to do it even after he knows it’s a prank, doesn’t care

You awakened the beast MC

Fully expects these kisses for now on. Every. Single. Day. Not that you mind in the slightest

He goes to you whenever he feels like he needs it. Feeling famished and food isn’t working? Forehead kisses make him feel full. Need good luck for practice and on game days? Those kisses give him an extra boost. Bored? You and your kisses are more than enough to entertain him

ALSO KISSES YOUR FOREHEAD NO EXCEPTIONS

Comes to you literally any time of the day to get your kisses. It’s better than anything he ever eats. Makes him feel better too!

Anything filled with love from you is better

Belphegor

MC what do you want?? He’s trying to sleep, and he doesn’t want to smell your smelly sweatshirt

Does the sniff test on his own clothes, but is petty enough to turn his nose at you

Maybe if you lay down and cuddle with him, he can probably take a whiff...

You fall for it (or so he thinks). So when he feels your soft lips on him, it’s enough to wake him up

You humans, always finding a way to trick people! Not that he cares that this trick has his heart racing and the tip of his ears burning

We all know he’s a sucker for affection no matter how much he tries to lie and deny it. So imagine how much he’s loving something so domestic like this

Is acting so shy, complaining about how unfair you are in teasing him, but you don’t miss the way his eyes flick from your lips to your own eyes, and the way that he positions himself for you to have easy access to kiss him again

Becomes your thing whether you like or not (spoiler alert: you do) and I mean just your thing. Besides from Beel, he’s pouting if you decide to do this to his other brothers. He’s the only one that should have your kisses, not his annoying and undeserving brothers! If you’re really sorry, you can apologize by giving him 10x the usual pecks and sleeping in his arms

Forehead kisses before napping and before going to bed >>>

The thought that he shouldn’t be forgiven still lingers in the back of his head, but whenever you give him that soft smooch on his forehead, it’s forgotten momentarily

You’re too good for him MC

You make him feel so cherished, so loved. He doesn’t know how he can repay you, make you feel the same, but these kisses are a good start

SN: should I do this for the BSD and MHA crew too 🤔? Cause I will 🌚 it’ll probably get done anyway lmao

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havin-a-wee · 3 years

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could u ever do a smutty one where h and y/n had a fling in the best or are just each others occasional hook ups but when h has a date y/n gets like really upset and he finds out so he makes it up to her and confesses his feelings saying stuff like „y're my best girl, y'know that petal?“🥺👉🏻👈🏻 love ur writing beyond words, have an amazing day :))))

Date Night

warnings: unprotected sex

word count: 1.6k

to whoever sent in this ask im so so so sorry it literally took me like two months to answer it i feel so bad but i like how it turned out so i hope this makes up for it!

You shouldn’t be crying. You really shouldn’t. Yet tears are spilling down your face as you break down in choppy sobs, your chest heaving and your cheeks hot.

You have no right to be jealous, and you know that. You and Harry are only friends with benefits, and nothing else. He is allowed to be on a date right now, and it’s not his fault that you’ve managed to fall in love with him throughout the course of your relationship. You met through a mutual friend, began hanging out and then later started hooking up. And while he sees you as his best friend who he just happens to fuck sometimes, you see him as so much more. And you wish that maybe it could be different between you. That maybe he does reciprocate your feelings and if you just told him how you feel he’d tell you he feels the same way.

But as far as you know, there is no chance of that happening. Especially considering the fact that he’s currently at a restaurant with some hot blonde girl he met last week.

Your thoughts are put to a halt when your phone rings, and you pick it up to see none other than Harry himself calling. And as much as you want to decline the call, Harry would never decline yours no matter what, so with a hefty sigh you bring the phone to your ear.

“Hi”

“Hey petal, the date was a bust, all she wanted t’talk about was m’money.” Harry laughs weakly over the phone, and you smile at the news that it didn’t work out. You shouldn’t be happy about it, and it does make you feel guilty because Harry deserves happiness. You just wish he could find that happiness with you.

Lost in your own train of thought, you forget that you’re supposed to be suppressing your tears. Another salty droplet rolls down your cheek and your sniffle.

Suddenly, Harry begins talking again, and that’s when you realize your mistake. “Petal? Y’okay? Sounds like y’crying.” His voice immediately switches from joking to sympathetic and worried, and you can imagine how he looks right now, creased forehead and wide eyes.

“Y-yeah, I’m fine.” You wipe the tear off your cheek with the sleeve of your hoodie, clearing your throat to try and hide the sound of your throat that's sore from crying.

“No y’not y/n, I know what y’crying sounds like. M’already going in the direction of y’house so m’coming over and staying till’ y’tell me what's wrong.”

The tone of his voice tells you there’s no changing his mind, so you sigh and murmur an “okay” before hanging up the phone.

It took about five minutes for Harry to knock on the door. During that time, you went into your bathroom and attempted to hide the red, puffy skin that had overtaken your cheeks. It didn’t really work, and you were still trying to hide it when you heard him knock. So with a disappointed sigh, you slump over to the door and open it.

Harry steps in quickly, placing his coat on a hanger and then turning back to you.

“What’s wrong pet, hmm?” He places his ringed hand on your cheek, thumb running over the skin that's been reddened from your tears.

And despite the years you’ve spent hiding your feelings, despite the hours you’ve had to listen to Harry retell stories about his hookups, despite the yearning you’ve felt for your best friend since you met him, this was your breaking point. Tear after tear after tear. They flow uncontrollably down your face and all you can manage to do is look up at Harry. He pulls you into him, placing one hand behind your head and one around your waist.

And you just cry into Harry’s shoulder.

You don’t know how long you’ve been standing there, but Harry eventually brings you couch, and as soon as he sits you both down you curl up into his warm chest.

“Y’gonna tell me what’s wrong? Y’don’t ‘ave to, just hate seeing yeh cry.”

Finally, you pick up your head from where it’s tucked into his torso.

It might be the daze you’re in from the emotions swirling through your head. It might be the glass of wine you downed earlier to help drown out the feeling of jealousy. It might be all the pent up frustration from years of pining for someone you could never have. Or it might have been none of those things. Whatever it was, there was something inside of you that snapped. Like a damn collapsing and letting the water topple over and flood everything. The barrier you spent so long building broke in two, allowing all of those emotions to spill out.

“I love you Harry.” His eyes snapped open, and his mouth moved to speak, but you cut him off. “And not just as a friend. I’ve always loved you, and I know that if you don’t feel the same way, things will be awkward, but I don’t care anymore. Seeing you excited to go out with another girl hurt, because all I’ve wanted for so long was for that girl to be me.”

He stares at you. There was a second where you debated getting up and running out of the house, afraid of what his response would be. But just before you could put that plan into action, his lips collided with yours.

Your mouth meld perfectly, soft lips biting and nipping at each other. His tongue slips past your parted lips and twirls around your own. You’re breathless by the time he disconnects, the feeling that you had been longing for sent your mind spinning.

“Y’don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to hear that,” he pants, green irises staring deeply into yours. Without another word, you lean in and kiss him again, this time with more vigor than before. Much to your dismay, he separates the two of you again, however he keeps his arms tangled around your body and holds you close.

“Y're my best girl, y'know that petal? None of those silly girls could ever replace you.”

As your lips touch for the third time, it’s clear that both of you have been waiting for this moment for a long time. You savor the feeling, taking short moments to pause and soak in the feeling of his lips on yours.

Slowly, his hand creeps down the small of your back, but you can tell he’s hesitant to move it down further. But you want this, so you remove the hand that’s stroking his hair and place it on his, moving his hand down to your ass manually. He pulls his lips away, looking into your eyes for a sign of confirmation. You realize what he’s looking for, so you nod vigorously in response.

Quickly, he lifts himself off the couch, placing you on your back and positioning himself on top of you.

“H- please, I want you to make love to me,” you whine. His expression fills with hunger and he reaches to unbutton his jeans, shimmying them off quickly and tossing them to the ground. You can see the bulge pressed up against his boxers, and you reach out to palm him through the thin material.

“Fuck petal, y’gonna be the death o’me, y’know that?”

Harry dives into kiss you, using one of his hands to pull down your soft pajama shorts along with your panties. “Harry-”

“I gotchu petal, I gotchu, don’t worry.”

You assist him in pulling off his boxers, his large erection springing out. He’s huge, but you can’t say you didn’t expect it. The precome on his tip is calling for you to lick it, but you just want him to be inside of you, so you make a mental note to do that sometime soon. He grips the base of his cock, lining it up with your entrance. “M’gonna go slow alright?”

You hum your approval, and he responds by pushing the head inside your tight, soaking hole. Even with just an inch inside, you know it’s going to be a stretch, so you take a deep breath and hold onto his shoulders.

Inch by inch, he pushes himself inside of you. Harry stills for a minute, sensing the discomfort in your demeanor. Luckily, it doesn’t take long for the pain to subside and the pleasure to kick in, and soon enough you are moaning out for him to move.

He takes your instructions swiftly, pulling almost all the way out of you until quickly thrusting himself fully back in. “Fuck!”

Your cries are muffled when he leans down to kiss you, his hips continuing to rock as he pushes his length into you.

The air is hot, filled with moans and the smell of sex. You haven’t ever felt this good in your life, especially when he thrusts in extra deep and hits that special spot inside of you. “Harry- god,”

“Sweet girl, am I makin’ yeh feel good?”

“Mhm..”

“Tell me petal, who makes y’feel like this?”

“Harry! Only Harry,”

“Good girl.”

He slams into you, speeding up his thrusts and colliding his hips with yours. Both of you are groaning messes, caught up in the moment and unable to form any coherent sentences. You feel his cock twitch inside of you, and you know you’re close too by the way your stomach and pussy are clenching. He can feel it too, hitting deeper inside of you to bring you to your climax.

“God Y/N, I love you so fuckin much.”

That was all it took for your orgasm to come crashing down, coursing through your body with strength and fervor. The feeling of you squeezing as you came sent Harry over the edge, his milky cum shooting into your pussy and covering the soft walls.

You don’t know if this means you’re dating or not, or where his head is at. All you know is that you love him, and he loves you. And that’s enough for you.

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